TESTING The Rose Lab Testing Grounds

[Remmy Rose]

CODING TESTING GROUNDS​

 

[Remmy Rose]

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『 CHIAROSCURO 』
HALF BLOOD UNICORN

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"If you're looking for a good time, I'm your man. If you're looking for a bad time, keep talking. It'll be a while before you have such luxuries."
— Chiaroscuro, The Twilight Bastard​

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. . . INTRODUCTION . . .

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NAME | ALIASES:
Chairoscuro | Chiaro
"Key-Ar-O-scur-o" | "Key-Ar-O"
Bitch... Bastard... Half Blood... Gelding... Brat... Stud

His mother calls his Chiaro, unless of course he's in trouble. In which case his full name is used. Normally only his father uses it, and always a formal, disappointed drawl. Someone has Daddy issues.

Chiaroscuro is an Italian word used to describe the dramatic effect of light and shadow within artwork. His mother though it a beautiful fitting name for her son. Chiaro means "light", while the work Oscuro means "dark".

AGE:
Appears youthful, late 20s to early 30s. In reality, unicorns are near immortal and can live for many centuries.
Chiaro is roughly 300 years old, if he had to guess.

SEX | GENDER:
Male | AMAB | He / Him

SEX ORIENTATION | MARITAL STATUS:
Pansexual | Homoromantic | Single

SPECIES | LINEAGE STATUS:
Unicorn | Half-Blood
White Unicorn (Sire) x Black Unicorn (Mare)
Considered a forbidden coupling--black unicorns are known for their darker, carnivorous natures and wielders of dark magics. They are said to have once been pure, like their white cousins, until they were tainted by the blood of demons. Alternatively, white unicorns are pure and benevolently creatures, capable of impressive feats of magic. Also incredibly prideful. The two species do not get along, as often black unicorns will devour white unicorns.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES | APPEARANCE:
Chiaro stands at 6 feet in his human form with dark skin, hair so dark it gleams black with rich brown highlights. He has a strong jaw line, a straight nose, and thick brows that are often held in unimpressed contempt over his fiery amber eyes. He often wears his hair down, pulled back in a ponytail, or half up/half down. Clothing wise, Chiaro is not a massive fan of layers and if it were up to himself would forgo as many as possible. Due to this, his build is almost always on full display. Powerful shoulder and back muscles of a lean thoroughbred, built for speed and endurance. He boasts a tapered waist beneath his gratifying torso and a round, voluptuous ass. Yes, he knows it.

It is in Chiaro's true form that his half-blood traits are most apparent. Built similarly to an Arabian horse, but of Sardinian Anglo-Arab ancestry, a type of horse native to Italy, his home region, like his mother. He has a coat as black and sleek as night, piebald with striking white markings along his belly, sides, mane and face. Chiaro stands at 16 hands tall. His eyes glow amber, both alluring and predatory in nature, a trait from his mother's side. His hoofs are sharp and cloven, more than capable of splitting a skull in two.

His horn, an amalgamation of a white uni's spiral and the black uni's vibrant arched bone. As ethereal as it may appear, Chiaro's horn can be used as both a deadly weapon and a conduit for his magic. When his magic is active, the horn glows bright. Lastly, Chiaro has a small pair of canines on the top and bottom jaw with a few pointed incisors before them flatten out into typical white uni molars. While not the full, terrifying size of black unicorns it does mean Chiaro is capable of dealing a damaging bite and has/does consumed meat.

SPECIALIZED ABILITIES:
. . . Magic . . .
Chiaro's affinity for magic is relatively high thanks to his heritage, though his mixed blood does change things. He is able to perform healing magic, like white uni's can though not as potent. The strongest white unicorns can bring a mortal back from the brink of death. Chiaro is able to mend broken bones and life-threatening wounds into a more manageable state but mortal wounds are a gamble, you can fix only so much. Because he has tainted blood, Chiaro is not able to perform all forms of White Magic. The best he is able to do, aside from his healing abilities, is perform small charms and incantations. Most of these are often trivial and used for house work or preparing/promoting ideal moods, atmospheres, or promoting luck. He has a preference for working with physical conduits when performing this type of magic, often with crystals, herbs, and incense.

Other types of magic Chiaro is capable of include shadow walking, otherwise know as the ability to teleport short distances using shadows as his passage. He can also mask himself, but is unable to achieve full invisibility like his mother and other black unicorns can. These shadowy abilities grant Chiaro enhanced stealth when he moves about, able to approach or stalk up to others before they even know he's there. A very predatory trait of the black unicorns whom use this to their advantage when they hunt down prey.

. . . Physical . . .
Supernatural strength, speed, and endurance. Ability to shape shift into a human form.

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. . . MIRROR INTO THE SOUL . . .

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PERSONALITY:
Adventurous... Daring... Charming... Clever... Meticulous... Reckless... Playful... Scholarly... Self-reliant... Aggressive... Competitive... Obedient (If you ask nicely or slap his ass)... Physical... Unpredictable... Proud... Sarcastic... Smooth (Or not)... Stylish... Tough... Abrasive... Argumentative... Assertive... Blunt... Calculating... Compulsive... Demanding... Destructive... Devious... Vain... Fiery... Flamboyant... Malicious... Meddlesome... Opportunistic... Predatory... Provocative... Sadistic... Masochistic... Scornful... Vindictive... Promiscuous

Volatile, reckless, and abrasive are a few things that come to mind when one meets Chiaroscuro. And usually after he makes his nature known. He wears a resting bitch face and is as easy to read as an open book since he doesn't bother with masking his emotions, be it the usual contempt, for most people. One to make his opinions known and not afraid to get in someones face. This can be seen as passionate by some people and... aggressive to others. Chiaro's patience is often reserved for studies, herbs, and books, otherwise the young stallion is incredibly short with everyone who happens to get on his nerves.

He's also very promiscuous and flirts with everything, though he shows a keen interest in males. He has a healthy sexual appetite. Chiaroscuro enjoys stirring up trouble whenever he can and finds a great deal of pleasure in riling others up and engaging in taunting banter. That really gets his blood pumping. He has quite the uppity personality, meaning he tends to get bratty and defiant when people order him around. Of course, those whom hold his respect are given the least about of back talk, but for those he hates or otherwise you can expect a mouthy reply--he'll even get physical. Chiaro tends to hold grudges and is vindictive in nature, so careful how you antagonize the unicorn.

Partially due to his nature and also because he simply because he's a shit, Chiaro will come off predatory in certain interactions. He gets a kick out of scaring people or genuinely unsettling them. He's usually not interested in playing with soft hearted people otherwise. The stud wants a challenge, something that bites back, pulls his hair, and wants to try their hand at breaking the thoroughbred. But don't expect the pony to be docile, he'll give as good as you give.

In quiet moments, Chiaro is thoughtful, genuine with his emotions, and demonstrates a calm and inquisitive mind when it comes to all things medicinal. He enjoys collecting powerful stones and gems that can be used for healing, growing his own herbs, and researching medical practices from other regions.

BRIEF BACKGROUND:
Vivianna and Aethon's two people have been at war for centuries. The White Unicorns came first, the pure, the Benevolent, the sacred. Users of White Magic and often creatures blessed by gods, deities, and other such mythos and legends. They are prideful creatures and it is from this pride that the Black Unicorn is born. A proud and arrogant White Unicorn thought himself invincible, and thirsty for glory decided he would be the one to slay the demon lord and eradicate all evil from the world. He lead an army of unicorns to storm the devil's gate, seeking a duel.

Amused by the young stallion's bold declaration the devil accepted his challenge but rather than killing the unicorn, the devil instead forced the stallion and his entire army to ingest his blood. Tainted by demon blood, the once pure and noble creatures under went a terrible transformation and so the Black unicorns were born. Cruel, vicious, imbued with Dark Magic and plagued by a hunger for flesh, they were unleashed upon the world. From then onwards the Black Unicorns, enraged by their loss and jealous of their White brethren, waged a war that would last for centuries to come.

A millennium later, the stud Aethon would find himself transfixed by the enchanting and mischievous Vivianna. Aethon in all his pride would say she had bewitched him but they both know the truth. They were enamored with each other and careless with the consequences that would surely follow such a union. With the news that Vivianna was expecting, Aethon was, understandably shocked. He had left Vivianna, in Italy to return to Greece under the guise that he was needed by the God of War. Vivianna knew this to be a half truth but it did not discourage her.

When it came time for her to bear her child, the herd, outraged, demanded she kill the boy if she ever wanted to remain with them. Vivianna, defiant as always, refused and left her herd. Living out Chiaro's childhood in a small cottage on the countryside, working as a healer for the folk who often came to see her. Aethon would visit from time to time but even in his absence from most of Chiaro's childhood, Vivianna was aware of the lack of trouble that sought her doorstep. Alas, Aethon could not keep danger away forever. Vivianna's herd eventually discovered her and Chiaroscuro.

She was forced to send her son away to protect him, lest the blood thirsty jaws of her once family tear him apart. No... in a final act of motherhood, Vivianna held back their onslaught with all the ferocity of devil herself. Amidst the burning flames of her cottage Vivianna beseeched the stars to guide her son far away from the hateful clutches of the herd. Aethon would find her there, alone in the ruins of home. He buried her amongst the wild flowers of the land she loved and together with his brothers, laid waste to the savages who killed her.

Chiaro traveled far and wild over lands, sparking a deep hate for all unicorns. He was a vile little thing, and it didn't die with age. A wild and untamed temptress like his mother, and a proud and fearless warrior like his father, Chiaro survived on his wits alone, soon finding himself in Japan after almost a century of wandering. It was here his fire simmered down, having heard rumors of magnificent healers. Deciding he would honor his mother by continuing her work, Chiaro sought out Kaburi-Tsuki and near demanded to work beneath the famous Healer, Bayani. He would find ways to exercise his urges there as well, working beneath Mitsuru-sama.

NOTABLE QUIRKS | DIETARY RESTRICTIONS:
Chiaro is an omnivore and does not have any restrictions in his diet.

PERSONAL RELATIONS:
At one point the young stallion used to be on speaking terms with his father, but he hasn't seen Aethon for over a century. Chiaro's sire is of greek roots, being one of the four horses of Ares' war chariot. Their relationship is very hostile and any kind of interaction usually ends in one or the other losing their temper. Despite this, Chiaro, though reluctantly, acknowledges that while his father makes it painfully obvious he disappoints him in every way, Aethon has never once verbalized his regret in Chiaroscuro's birth. Doesn't exactly make up for the years of verbal abuse though. Yes, Daddy issues.

Vivianna is Chiaro's mother, a black unicorn herbalist whom was often called a witch. Chiaro is a momma's boy, very close to his mother. She holds a very special place in his heart and he would do anything for her. The moment her herd discovered her treacherous actions she for forced to leave to kill the child if she wished to redeem herself. Instead the mare made it know they were no longer worthy of her loyalty and left without looking back. She raised Chiaro by herself in a small cottage on the outskirts of farmland. She worked as a healer, making ointments, tinctures, and other remedies for those who came to seek her aid. Eventually Aethon would find her and while he barely offered much in the form of support, no threats ever seemed to come near to Vivianna's humble abode.

Chiaro as a healer under Bayani, respects his senior a great deal. That same can be said for Denali. Both experience healers whom Chiaro has every intention of learning from. Still, this does not save them from his uppity, trouble making ways. He simply can't help himself. He has a severe fanboy reaction to Denali's heel collection and will often beg the incubus for a chance to wear a pair... if he hasn't already borrow one or two already~

PERSONAL KINKS | RESTRICTIONS:

Bite me

⊚ Biting / Rough (Giving/Receiving)
**Blood play is included in this, he bites hard.
⊚ Oral (Giving/Receiving)
⊚ Impact Play (Giving/Receiving)
⊚ Antagonist Taunting (Giving/Receiving)
**Essentially, he gets off on good banter, doesn't have to be dirty.
⊚ Sensual Foreplay
**He loves dancing and playing hard to get.
⊚ Edging/Orgasm Denial (Receiving/Giving)
**He'll curse you out before begging. He likes to be in control/be controlled but the latter is connected to a bit of a daddy kink. He really likes being told he's a good boy but will never fucking admit it.
⊚ Public/Outdoor Sex
⊚ The Hunt/Game/Duel (Giving/Receiving)
**He likes a challenge, he likes the thrill of the hunt, a duel. But loathes unwilling or timid prey. He likes to challenge stronger deities and push them until they bite back. He will not cross any lines within Mitsuru-sama's expectations of his employees but he does like to strut the edge.
⊚ Body Worshipping (Giving/Receiving)
⊚ Heel Play (Giving/Receiving)
⊚ Don't be afraid to explore with him.

∅ Bathroom Kinks
**Unless they involve shower or bath sex.
∅ Fisting
∅ Degrading
**He's pretty thick skinned but anytime things turn towards his impure blood he's out.
∅ Soft, gentle Sex.
**He has a chip on shoulder, he doesn't want to be coddled.
∅ Just ask, he's pretty adventurous.

MUSIC THEMES/PLAYLIST:

Cvrsed Imvges - The Dahli
Gimme What I want - The Rose
Queen - Todrick Hall
Kill the Lights - Hidden Citizen, Lush Machine
Foxglove - Boston Manor
Hurts like Hell - New Years Day
Physical - Dua Lipa​

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. . . KABURI-TSUKI EMPLOYEE PROFILE . . .

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KABURI-TSUKI POSITION:

Senior Healer | Attendant

EXPERIENCE:
A fairly young addition to the world in comparison to other deities and creatures, Chiaro has roughly 132 years of experience at Kaburi-Tsuki. Apprenticed under the renowned Healer, Bayani, as he cultivated his skills in alchemy and herbology. He also works as a part time attendant for Mitsuru-sama's esteemed guests.

PENDANT FORM:
A loose fitting necklace, so as to accommodate his equine form.

PET | COMPANION:
None, though his courters are completely over taken with herbal plants, holistic stones and precious gems, and maps and graphs of astral constellations and powers.

PERSONAL QUARTERS:
Chiaro's courts pays homage to his homeland, Italy. Fashioned to resemble his mother's rustic cottage in the country side, Chiaro's room mimics that of 1800 Italian style with some modern updates for comfort.

Welcome home...

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[Remmy Rose]

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『 SHIVA 』
HINDU GOD OF DESTRUCTION

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"The universe is all consuming, like a flame. It exists because I allow it. It burns because I feed it. I am its master. I am its executioner."
— Shiva, The Destroyer

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. . . INTRODUCTIONS . . .

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NAME | ALIASES:
Shiva | शिव
Master of Poisons and Medicine... the Great Yogi... God of Time... The Cosmic Dancer

Though his wife will often refer to him as Hara or, more affectionately as Śiva.
Very few have the privilege to use such familiarities with Shiva, lovers beware...

Kaburi-Tsuki's Personnel will refer to him as...
"Lord Shiva" or "Lord Mahadeva".

AGE:
Primordial

SEX | GENDER:
Male | AMAB | He / Him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION | MARITAL STATUS:
Pansexual, but really Shiva's preference all hinges on the moment for him. He grows bored swiftly, constantly sampling anything new and unique that just so happens to catch his immortal eye. It's... fairly easy for him to misplace toys. Nothing personal... unless you fancy yourself a deadly game of cat and mouse. All is fair in love and war until you challenge a god.

Shiva, despite his sex-driven escapades, is wed to the Hindu Goddess, Parvati.

A complicated relationship, as the Goddess herself is the reincarnation of Sati, Shiva's first beloved.

Shiva had been gone a number a years, its a good thing he hadn't forgotten anything...

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES | APPEARANCE:
Skin of warm ebony, ears that taper to a delicate point, and marks that burn when his destructive powers are awakened. His eyes gleam a brilliant gold, piercing and an unrelenting in their scrutiny. A third eye lays hidden within the red markings upon his forehead, only opening when Shiva unleashes his boundless power. It is said, when the Lord performs his Tandava dance, his third eye burns red...

Following his beloved Sati's death, Shiva adopted the lotus as his own, a symbol of grief... and one for comfort, tattooed into his flesh over his heart. Gold adores his body in simple bands, chains, and symbolistic rings. Even the Lord's nails glimmer gold. His hair cascades down his back, wild and untamed, boasting an ebony deeper than his own flesh.

His build, while humble in comparison to other masculine deity's of impressive physique, identifies as mesomorph with a shape that follows an inverted triangle. Built, broad shoulders and chest that gradually taper to slender waist. In Shiva's case, his hips are just slightly more pronounced. While height may vary amongst all powerful, immortal deities, Shiva typically reaches a height of 6'1".​

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. . . A GOD'S MIND . . .​

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PERSONALITY:
If one had the chance to ask Sati what Shiva the God of Destruction was like, she would have said he was a calm being, more prone to be the pacifist than a destroyer. Hermit like in his habits before his first wife coaxed him onto the mortal plane, Shiva had a strong belief in tempering the mind, and often meditated. He is--was--benevolent. Kind with a flare with affection teases to those he held dear. He was empathetic and observant, prone to analyzing situations before acting. For Sati died, Shiva in all his power, was also forgiving and merciful.

Now there is little restraint behind malicious acts and petty cruelty, as if the rage in his heart desires innocent flesh to sink its teeth into. Grief has changed him, disrupted sacred balance between the benevolent Yogi and the fearsome Destroyer. Shiva is unable to quiet his mind and often driven to unleash his frustrations in other ways. He can be manipulative, intentionally blunt, antagonistic, and predatory in his interactions with others.

What empathy might remain behind those dark eyes drowns in apathy, uncaring of others pain or suffering. Be wary, for Shiva's temper can blaze so hot it burns cold, unquenchable until he has you mewling for mercy at his feet.

In the calmer moments, when the dark and twisted whispers are but a murmur in his mind, a flicker of the old Shiva can be seen, like a ghost long forgotten and whittled down by time. A broken man who can still feel the ashes of his beloved crumble through his fingers.

A BRIEF BACKGROUND:
Shiva is one of three gods of the three aspects of Creation, Preservation, and Destruction. The god of the latter aspect, Shiva's primordial rise as universe bending deity began well before time, not even he can remember it clearly. He spent much of his early life a hermit of sorts, refusing to engage in worldly affairs. The only beings with which he gave much attention were that of his companions, Vasuki and other such deities, as well as his ever loyal mount, Nandi.

Brahma, hoping to change this, encouraged his son, Daksha, to ask the great goddess Mahadevi to take his daughter as her avatar. This daughter was Sati, whom all her life had heard of Shiva's stories and fallen for the God and made it her mission to win his heart.

The original Goddess of Power, Marital Felicity, and Longevity; Sati had married Shiva, angering her father, Daksha. In an act of defiance and desire to protect Shiva's honor, Sati committed an act of yajna, sacrificing herself in fire. As legends tell, Shive cradled her mortal remains, roaming the earth endlessly in his grief and only when nothing of her remained did he return to his domain. It was many a years before he would be reunited with his wife again, reborn as the daughter of Lord Himavan and Maināvati.

Sati was perhaps, one of very few entities in the universe that Shiva could truly say he loved. Shiva does not love easily. Yet Sati had managed to win his favor, only for her sacrifice to remove any semblance of compassion he may had held in his heart. Cold, cruel, and feeling utterly lost in a universe full of life, Shiva abandoned all things he knew, even those of past lovers and dear companions. There was simply no room in his decaying heart for love. Vasuki being the only companion the refused to leave the God's side simply by remaining silent for centuries before Shiva could find the urge to speak again.

Parvati, much like Sati, was able to coax Shiva back into the world, mending what she could of his grief. She was, after all, his love reborn but even then... Shiva couldn't seem to let go of his anger. When it became clear that Shiva was not going to break from his dark meditation, Parvati beseeched her husband to take a much needed vacation where he can clarity. Peace. She made it clear it wasn't a choice. The temple was in shambles, his divine servants on edge and so few in number--the lord needed a change of pace so she could attend to her duties.

NOTABLE QUIRKS | DIETARY RESTRICTIONS:
Shiva has developed a habit of losing himself in thought, or the more commonly known term, brooding. Similar, yet the thoughts that captivate the God's mind are by no means happy ones. Left to brood long enough and flames may flicker along his red tattoos. He's not entirely pleasant when disturbed either though he usually appreciates a distraction.

The god, when observed enough, has a few particular, harmless quirks. He likes to trace patterns, gravitates towards water, and will speak to and stroke plants, typically ones that catch his eye and sooth his destructive disposition. He always pours enough milk to turn his tea a warm, creamy color, but never adds any sugar. He fixates on things and can often fall asleep to the sounds of music or bubbling water.

Shiva, per Hinduism practice, does not partake in the consumption of most meats, eggs, and animal fats. On occasion the God does indulge in lamb, chicken, or fish, a habit that has become more common since the death of Sati. He has a particular fondness for milk, especially in his tea or coffee. Shiva will not eat beef...
Though he may have sampled it via other means. :)

PERSONAL KINKS | RESTRICTIONS:

Enter...

⊚ Oral (Giving | Receiving)
⊚ Edging (Giving | Receiving)
⊚ Amaurophilia, a.k.a. Blindfold (Giving | Receiving)
⊚ Bath Sex
⊚ Switching
⊚ Body worship (Giving | Receiving)

∅ Forced
**Shiva enjoys the "hunt" if you will but he will never force himself upon anyone. If his object of interest does not respond to his seduction, is afraid, or refuses him then he loses interest.
∅ Bathroom Play
∅ Vulgar Dirty Talk
**Shiva does not mind dirty talk, but when things get particularly nasty and/or use of vulgar and nasty imagery is used he'll drop you like a sack of potatoes and proceed to bath himself of such filth.
∅ Simply ask his Lordship should you be unsure of what his limits are, he'd be happy to tell...

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. . . THE DESTROYER'S DOMAIN . . .

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ASPECTS OF DIVINITY | NATIVE TERRITORY:
"Creator" ⟡ "Preserver" ⟡ "Destroyer"
Mount Kalibash | Domain encompasses the Hindus of India, Nepal, Sri Lanka and Indonesia.

DIVINE ABILITIES:
Creation... Breath of life
Ironically, despite his title as the god of destruction, Shiva in fact is in possession of all three domains of existence. Destruction is just the easiest of the three, and the least demanding of his abilities. Creation by that logic, is the hardest. When Shiva creates... he requires ultimate concentration, inner tranquility, and compassion. Three things he has, as of late, been in severe lack thereof! Alas, in his meditative state, a second and occasional third, pair of arms of white light split from his body, plucking the threads of life and existence into the moral plane of existence in order to weave creation. Shiva cannot remember the last time he held life in his hands and he is, by no means, a master of the skill like the God Brahma.

Preserve... Halting Time
Also known as the God of Time, Shiva is able to pause time, typically for short periods as he loathes twisting the fabric of universe. Ideally, Shiva will stop time completely upon small items, making them immortal for however long the God wishes. A trick commonly seen upon the lotus within the ponds of the temple grounds. Attempting to stop time for took long, within too great a scale will exhaust the God and in crease the risk of irreversible, worldly damage. Vishnu, the God of Preservation, is the master of this skill out of the three.

Destruction... The Third Eye
When opened, Shiva's third eye glows red, turning whom ever his gaze falls upon to ash. The red symbols upon Shiva's face glow red when his destructive power awakens and it is said that ghostly red flames shimmer along his silhouette. Anything that touches his fire burns and only the God's will can stop it. It is here, that Shiva's true mastery and skill shine bright.

Trishula | Shiva's Trident
Aside from Divine gifts and otherworldly powers, Shiva is a master wielder of Trishula. A trident, which in many Hindu texts, represent Shiva's power of Creation, Preservation, and of course, Destruction. Ironically, Shiva uses it for the latter.

SYMBOL OF DIVINITY:
Shiva's symbols vary between the Lingam, Crescent Moon, Damaru (Drum), Vasuki. Additonally, following his first wife's death, the God of Destruction had taken to wearing her lotus symbol.

DIVINE FAMILIARS:
The God's ever faithful company, Vasuki, the Second King of Nagas. A beautiful golden cobra who most often lays draped over Shiva's shoulders like a glittering necklace.

DIVINE RELATIONS:
Emotions and matters of the heart are, often times, complicated and confusing. So it is no surprise that where these fickle concepts of mortal and immortal minds go, so to do the conflicts that inevitably follow.

Sati, as stated, was Shiva's first wife and his first love. In his own eyes, she was also his last. Her soul may have returned to him in form of his current, consort, Parvati. While his Lordship cherishes her, his heart remains hardened, as if fearful of the pain Sati's death had inflicted upon him. He keeps a safe distance, but never refuses her a request.

Vasuki remains his confident to this day. Be it an ear to whisper in, a voice to fill the silence, or simply a warm presence to chase the lonesome woes away, Shiva has never been without his Naga King. If one should ever see the God without his scaled chain, Vasuki is near...

Shiva's mount, the Divine Bull, Nandi, is another of Shiva's coveted companions... or so he had been. Truth be told Shiva couldn't say where the great white bull had gone. A truly baffling confession considering the... intimate nature of their friendship. Having left his ever faithful steed to guard his temple, Shiva had left him. When the Destroyer had finally returned home, have last count of the centuries he had been away, the temple had been vacant. Nandi no where to be seen... Typical. What use was a disloyal bovine? What use was his cravings for comfort by a broad hand's sincere affections? What use was a heart in world intent on burning everything to ash?
What use was love but an empty promise?

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. . . KABURI-TSUKI PROFILE . . .

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PATRONAGE:
Shiva is a new Patron of Mitsuri-sama's fine establishment. Restless, irritable, and and what Parvati declared as stressed, Shiva was urged by his wife to take a much needed vacation. Per her ever gentle words, "For the sake of all things, find solace and grace, my love, or I'll be forced to wage war against the havoc inside your tormented soul."

Frankly, Shiva had met with Kali once before, and while his wife's alternate form made for a passionate night in bed, he didn't fancy a millennium beating. He also suspected Parvati needed some space from his brooding.

Luckily, Vasuki is familiar with Shiva's particular tastes, and from the gossip the Naga lord received from his many siblings, recommended Kaburi-Tsuki. An extravagant and amply staffed bathhouse designed in mind for godly deities and legendary entities, like Lord Shiva. Intrigued, bored, and kicked from his home, Shiva decided to indulged his wife and friend's recommendation. Perhaps he might find some lovely distractions that could ease his turbulent mind.

PENDANT PREFERENCE:
Considering Vasuki call's Lord Shiva's throat his home--and would be highly insulted that such a lack luster pendant even be considered a viable replacement... Shiva smoothly requested a bracelet instead. A scornful cobra did not make for good company.

SPECIFIC ROOM ACCOMMODATIONS:
Wanting a change a scenery, Shiva is content with maintaining the aesthetics of Kaburi-Tsuki's interior design. The simplistic yet appealing decor and colors offer the God a sense of tranquility within his room, though he will be pleasantly surprised to find a collection of pillows and a tiger furred rug upon the floor with a view of the babbling pond just outside his door, graced with the ever serene presence of blooming lotus flowers. How quaint.

Room Reference

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『 . . . ⟡ 𓁿 ⟡ . . . 』

『 . . . ⟡ 𓁿 ⟡ . . . 』

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[Remmy Rose]

Fullname: Amelia Anne Brooke

Nickname/Alias(if any): Prefers Millie

Age: 23 years old

Status/Rank: Gamma or Omega

Gender/Sex: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation(if any): Waitress at the Crimson Hoof Dive Bar

Human Form Description:
-Height: 5'2"
-Eye color: Bright Blue
-Hair color: Green; Short
-Complexion: Very Pale
-Other descriptors: Amelia is a small, slender young woman. Her build makes her look dainty and fragile but she is surprisingly sturdy and agile. While her skin is soft to the touch her hands and feet are rougher, evidence of her devotion to her mother's garden and romps in the woods. While her skin is unblemished for the most part there are markings along her legs and arms from where her exposed limbs brushed against undergrowth and thorns. Her feet tend to have more of these old scars than any other location on her body but she doesn't mind. A distinguishing feature of Amelia's is her pink lips with are stark against her face and compliment her big, bright eyes. The lashes are long and dark and frame the blue orbs. Amelia was naturally born with platinum blond hair but when she was old enough she dyed it bright green and kept it short. By doing this it helped to prevent her locks from getting tangled in the underbrush and becoming hand holds for other Wendigos. In her human form, Amelia prefers to wear loose-fitting clothes and old sneakers or sandals.

Wendigo Form Description:
-Height: 5'4" (+ Antlers)
-Eye color: Bright Blue (tapetum lucidum)
-Hair color: Green; Short
-Complexion: Very Pale
-Fur color and pattern: Piebald Fawn
-Other descriptors: In her Wendigo form Amelia's fur reaches up just below her navel and stops. Amelia's coat is silky soft and extends in length near her ankles. Her hooves, horns, and claws are all ebony black and shiny while her teeth and small canines are pearly white. She is rather small for a Wendigo, a kind of runt if you may.

Personality:
+ Kind + Gentle + Compassionate + Friendly + Optimistic + Forgiving + Intuative + Curious + Fast Learner + Photomemory + Observative + Loyal + Fiercely protective + Empathetic + Good Listener +

- Nervous - Shy - Timid - People Pleaser - Low Self-esteem - No Self Confidence - Some Self Hate - Sensitive (Hates that she is) - Submissive - Lonely - Soft Spoken - Not Egocentric (Doesn't even think about herself unless in a sketchy situations)

Mate(s)(if any): None

Family(if any): Dalila Rose Brooke | Mother | Deceased

Allies(if any): None, WIP

Enemies(if any): None, WIP

Strengths: Incredible Knowledge of Herbs and Plants // Good Sense of Direction // Surprisingly good at Tracking // Cooking // Observative // Empathetic // Intuative // Curious // Scholarly // Agile // Endurance // Gardening // Healing and Medical Knowledge // Astronomy // Good Listener // Swift Learner

Weaknesses: Physically Weaker than other Herd Members // Lover, not a Fighter // Being under Pressure makes her nervous and forgetful // Gets Flustered Easily // Sweet Things // Exotic or rare plants and flowers // Babies

History: Amelia was born to Dalila Brooke when the woman was only 19. The identity of Amelia's father is unknown and whether or not he was or is a member of the Elderwood herd is also unknown. Only Dalila knew and she passed before she could pass on this information, however, based on the length of her silence, it is assumed she planned to never share it. The reason why is guessed to be due to fear or embarrassment but whatever the case was, Dalila loved Amelia very much. The young mother was wholly dedicated to her daughter and raised her in a humble house on the outskirts of town.

During Amelia's childhood, the child learned many things from her mother including Dalila's vast knowledge of plants and herbs. The two would often be seen in the back gardening and tending to the various wild flowers that grew beyond the property line. Amelia also explored astronomy with Dalila and it became a tradition for them to star gaze on certain nights of the month.

As it was Amelia's happy childhood would come to an end when her mother grew ill during the winter of her sixteenth's year. Desperate to help her mother, Amelia tried to use her knowledge of herbs to save her and even tried to contact that doctor when her remedies proved useless. But by the time help arrived Dalila had passed. The loss of her mother had shattered Amelia's world and left her feeling lonely and isolated. It was during this time that her personality became withdrawn and her hermit tendencies began.

When Amelia turned eighteen she was quick to search for jobs to help support herself and since then as jumped from different occupations.

 

[Remmy Rose]

Fullname: Amelia Anne Brooke

Nickname/Alias(if any): Prefers Millie

Age: 23 years old

Status/Rank: Gamma

Gender/Sex: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation(if any): Waitress at the Crimson Hoof Dive Bar and Fi's future babysitter.

Human Form Description:
-Height: 5'2"
-Eye color: Bright Blue
-Hair color: Green; Short
-Complexion: Very Pale
-Other descriptors: Amelia is a small, slender young woman. Her build makes her look dainty and fragile but she is surprisingly sturdy and agile. While her skin is soft to the touch her hands and feet are rougher, evidence of her devotion to her mother's garden and romps in the woods. While her skin is unblemished for the most part there are markings along her legs and arms from where her exposed limbs brushed against undergrowth and thorns. Her feet tend to have more of these old scars than any other location on her body but she doesn't mind. A distinguishing feature of Amelia's is her pink lips with are stark against her face and compliment her big, bright eyes. The lashes are long and dark and frame the blue orbs. Amelia was naturally born with platinum blond hair but when she was old enough she dyed it bright green and kept it short. By doing this it helped to prevent her locks from getting tangled in the underbrush and becoming hand holds for other Wendigos. In her human form, Amelia prefers to wear loose-fitting clothes and old sneakers or sandals.

Wendigo Form Description:
-Height: 5'4" (+ Antlers)
-Eye color: Bright Blue (tapetum lucidum)
-Hair color: Green; Short
-Complexion: Very Pale
-Fur color and pattern: Piebald Fawn
-Other descriptors: In her Wendigo form Amelia's fur reaches up just below her navel and stops. Amelia's coat is silky soft and extends in length near her ankles. Her hooves, horns, and claws are all ebony black and shiny while her teeth and small canines are pearly white. She is rather small for a Wendigo, a kind of runt if you may.

Scent: Jamsine and Green Apple

Personality:
+ Kind + Gentle + Compassionate + Friendly + Optimistic + Forgiving + Intuative + Curious + Fast Learner + Photomemory + Observative + Loyal + Fiercely protective + Empathetic + Good Listener +

- Nervous - Shy-timid - People Pleaser - Low Self-esteem - No Self Confidence - Some Self Hate - Sensitive (Hates that she is) - Submissive - Lonely - Soft Spoken - Not Egocentric (Doesn't even think about herself unless in sketchy situations)

Mate(s)(if any): None

Family(if any):
Dalila Rose Brooke | Mother | Deceased
Richard Sangelove | Father | (Doesn't know)
Victor Sangelove | Brother | (Doesn't know)
Raven Sangelove | Sister | (Doesn't know)

Allies(if any):
Chloe - Friends
Cohen - Friends
Conrad - Friends
Jasper - Friends

Enemies(if any): None, though gets nervous around aggresstive stags or stags in ruts. Cause she tiny.

Strengths: Incredible Knowledge of Herbs and Plants // Good Sense of Direction // Surprisingly good at Tracking // Cooking // Observative // Empathetic // Intuative // Curious // Scholarly // Agile // Endurance // Gardening // Healing and Medical Knowledge // Astronomy // Good Listener // Swift Learner

Weaknesses: Physically Weaker than other Herd Members // Lover, not a Fighter // Being under Pressure makes her nervous and forgetful // Gets Flustered Easily // Sweet Things // Exotic or rare plants and flowers // Babies

History: Amelia was born to Dalila Brooke when the woman was only 19. The identity of Amelia's father is unknown and whether or not he was or is a member of the Elderwood herd is also unknown. Only Dalila knew and she passed before she could pass on this information, however, based on the length of her silence, it is assumed she planned to never share it. The reason why is guessed to be due to fear or embarrassment but whatever the case was, Dalila loved Amelia very much. The young mother was wholly dedicated to her daughter and raised her in a humble house on the outskirts of town.

During Amelia's childhood, the child learned many things from her mother including Dalila's vast knowledge of plants and herbs. The two would often be seen in the back gardening and tending to the various wild flowers that grew beyond the property line. Amelia also explored astronomy with Dalila and it became a tradition for them to star gaze on certain nights of the month.

As it was Amelia's happy childhood would come to an end when her mother grew ill during the winter of her sixteenth's year. Desperate to help her mother, Amelia tried to use her knowledge of herbs to save her and even tried to contact that doctor when her remedies proved useless. But by the time help arrived Dalila had passed. The loss of her mother had shattered Amelia's world and left her feeling lonely and isolated. It was during this time that her personality became withdrawn and her hermit tendencies began.

When Amelia turned eighteen she was quick to search for jobs to help support herself and since then as jumped from different occupations.

 

[Remmy Rose]

『 SHIVA 𓁿 GOD OF DESTRUCTION 』 『 CHIAROSCURO ♞ THE HALF BLOOD UNICORN 』

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  『 SHIVA 』
  HINDU GOD OF DESTRUCTION
  

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  "The universe is all consuming, like a flame. It exists because I allow it. It burns because I feed it. I am its master. I am its executioner."
  — Shiva, The Destroyer
  
  

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  . . . INTRODUCTIONS . . .
  

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  NAME | ALIASES:
  Shiva | शिव
  Master of Poisons and Medicine... the Great Yogi... God of Time... The Cosmic Dancer
  
  Though his wife will often refer to him as Hara or, more affectionately as Śiva.
  Very few have the privilege to use such familiarities with Shiva, lovers beware...
  
  Kaburi-Tsuki's Personnel will refer to him as...
  "Lord Shiva" or "Lord Mahadeva".
  
  AGE:
  Primordial
  
  SEX | GENDER:
  Male | AMAB | He / Him
  
  SEXUAL ORIENTATION | MARITAL STATUS:
  Pansexual, but really Shiva's preference all hinges on the moment for him. He grows bored swiftly, constantly sampling anything new and unique that just so happens to catch his immortal eye. It's... fairly easy for him to misplace toys. Nothing personal... unless you fancy yourself a deadly game of cat and mouse. All is fair in love and war until you challenge a god.
  
  Shiva, despite his sex-driven escapades, is wed to the Hindu Goddess, Parvati.
  
  A complicated relationship, as the Goddess herself is the reincarnation of Sati, Shiva's first beloved.
  
  Shiva had been gone a number a years, its a good thing he hadn't forgotten anything...
  
  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES | APPEARANCE:
  Skin of warm ebony, ears that taper to a delicate point, and marks that burn when his destructive powers are awakened. His eyes gleam a brilliant gold, piercing and an unrelenting in their scrutiny. A third eye lays hidden within the red markings upon his forehead, only opening when Shiva unleashes his boundless power. It is said, when the Lord performs his Tandava dance, his third eye burns red...
  
  Following his beloved Sati's death, Shiva adopted the lotus as his own, a symbol of grief... and one for comfort, tattooed into his flesh over his heart. Gold adores his body in simple bands, chains, and symbolistic rings. Even the Lord's nails glimmer gold. His hair cascades down his back, wild and untamed, boasting an ebony deeper than his own flesh.
  
  His build, while humble in comparison to other masculine deity's of impressive physique, identifies as mesomorph with a shape that follows an inverted triangle. Built, broad shoulders and chest that gradually taper to slender waist. In Shiva's case, his hips are just slightly more pronounced. While height may vary amongst all powerful, immortal deities, Shiva typically reaches a height of 6'1".​

  
  

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  . . . A GOD'S MIND . . .​

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  PERSONALITY:
  If one had the chance to ask Sati what Shiva the God of Destruction was like, she would have said he was a calm being, more prone to be the pacifist than a destroyer. Hermit like in his habits before his first wife coaxed him onto the mortal plane, Shiva had a strong belief in tempering the mind, and often meditated. He is--was--benevolent. Kind with a flare with affection teases to those he held dear. He was empathetic and observant, prone to analyzing situations before acting. For Sati died, Shiva in all his power, was also forgiving and merciful.
  
  Now there is little restraint behind malicious acts and petty cruelty, as if the rage in his heart desires innocent flesh to sink its teeth into. Grief has changed him, disrupted sacred balance between the benevolent Yogi and the fearsome Destroyer. Shiva is unable to quiet his mind and often driven to unleash his frustrations in other ways. He can be manipulative, intentionally blunt, antagonistic, and predatory in his interactions with others.
  
  What empathy might remain behind those dark eyes drowns in apathy, uncaring of others pain or suffering. Be wary, for Shiva's temper can blaze so hot it burns cold, unquenchable until he has you mewling for mercy at his feet.
  
  In the calmer moments, when the dark and twisted whispers are but a murmur in his mind, a flicker of the old Shiva can be seen, like a ghost long forgotten and whittled down by time. A broken man who can still feel the ashes of his beloved crumble through his fingers.
  
  A BRIEF BACKGROUND:
  Shiva is one of three gods of the three aspects of Creation, Preservation, and Destruction. The god of the latter aspect, Shiva's primordial rise as universe bending deity began well before time, not even he can remember it clearly. He spent much of his early life a hermit of sorts, refusing to engage in worldly affairs. The only beings with which he gave much attention were that of his companions, Vasuki and other such deities, as well as his ever loyal mount, Nandi.
  
  Brahma, hoping to change this, encouraged his son, Daksha, to ask the great goddess Mahadevi to take his daughter as her avatar. This daughter was Sati, whom all her life had heard of Shiva's stories and fallen for the God and made it her mission to win his heart.
  
  The original Goddess of Power, Marital Felicity, and Longevity; Sati had married Shiva, angering her father, Daksha. In an act of defiance and desire to protect Shiva's honor, Sati committed an act of yajna, sacrificing herself in fire. As legends tell, Shive cradled her mortal remains, roaming the earth endlessly in his grief and only when nothing of her remained did he return to his domain. It was many a years before he would be reunited with his wife again, reborn as the daughter of Lord Himavan and Maināvati.
  
  Sati was perhaps, one of very few entities in the universe that Shiva could truly say he loved. Shiva does not love easily. Yet Sati had managed to win his favor, only for her sacrifice to remove any semblance of compassion he may had held in his heart. Cold, cruel, and feeling utterly lost in a universe full of life, Shiva abandoned all things he knew, even those of past lovers and dear companions. There was simply no room in his decaying heart for love. Vasuki being the only companion the refused to leave the God's side simply by remaining silent for centuries before Shiva could find the urge to speak again.
  
  Parvati, much like Sati, was able to coax Shiva back into the world, mending what she could of his grief. She was, after all, his love reborn but even then... Shiva couldn't seem to let go of his anger. When it became clear that Shiva was not going to break from his dark meditation, Parvati beseeched her husband to take a much needed vacation where he can clarity. Peace. She made it clear it wasn't a choice. The temple was in shambles, his divine servants on edge and so few in number--the lord needed a change of pace so she could attend to her duties.
  
  NOTABLE QUIRKS | DIETARY RESTRICTIONS:
  Shiva has developed a habit of losing himself in thought, or the more commonly known term, brooding. Similar, yet the thoughts that captivate the God's mind are by no means happy ones. Left to brood long enough and flames may flicker along his red tattoos. He's not entirely pleasant when disturbed either though he usually appreciates a distraction.
  
  The god, when observed enough, has a few particular, harmless quirks. He likes to trace patterns, gravitates towards water, and will speak to and stroke plants, typically ones that catch his eye and sooth his destructive disposition. He always pours enough milk to turn his tea a warm, creamy color, but never adds any sugar. He fixates on things and can often fall asleep to the sounds of music or bubbling water.
  
  Shiva, per Hinduism practice, does not partake in the consumption of most meats, eggs, and animal fats. On occasion the God does indulge in lamb, chicken, or fish, a habit that has become more common since the death of Sati. He has a particular fondness for milk, especially in his tea or coffee. Shiva will not eat beef...
  Though he may have sampled it via other means. :)
  
  PERSONAL KINKS | RESTRICTIONS:
  

  Enter...

  ⊚ Oral (Giving | Receiving)
  ⊚ Edging (Giving | Receiving)
  ⊚ Amaurophilia, a.k.a. Blindfold (Giving | Receiving)
  ⊚ Bath Sex
  ⊚ Switching
  ⊚ Body worship (Giving | Receiving)
  
  ∅ Forced
  **Shiva enjoys the "hunt" if you will but he will never force himself upon anyone. If his object of interest does not respond to his seduction, is afraid, or refuses him then he loses interest.
  ∅ Bathroom Play
  ∅ Vulgar Dirty Talk
  **Shiva does not mind dirty talk, but when things get particularly nasty and/or use of vulgar and nasty imagery is used he'll drop you like a sack of potatoes and proceed to bath himself of such filth.
  ∅ Simply ask his Lordship should you be unsure of what his limits are, he'd be happy to tell...

  
  

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  . . . THE DESTROYER'S DOMAIN . . .
  

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  ASPECTS OF DIVINITY | NATIVE TERRITORY:
  "Creator" ⟡ "Preserver" ⟡ "Destroyer"
  Mount Kalibash | Domain encompasses the Hindus of India, Nepal, Sri Lanka and Indonesia.
  
  DIVINE ABILITIES:
  Creation... Breath of life
  Ironically, despite his title as the god of destruction, Shiva in fact is in possession of all three domains of existence. Destruction is just the easiest of the three, and the least demanding of his abilities. Creation by that logic, is the hardest. When Shiva creates... he requires ultimate concentration, inner tranquility, and compassion. Three things he has, as of late, been in severe lack thereof! Alas, in his meditative state, a second and occasional third, pair of arms of white light split from his body, plucking the threads of life and existence into the moral plane of existence in order to weave creation. Shiva cannot remember the last time he held life in his hands and he is, by no means, a master of the skill like the God Brahma.
  
  Preserve... Halting Time
  Also known as the God of Time, Shiva is able to pause time, typically for short periods as he loathes twisting the fabric of universe. Ideally, Shiva will stop time completely upon small items, making them immortal for however long the God wishes. A trick commonly seen upon the lotus within the ponds of the temple grounds. Attempting to stop time for took long, within too great a scale will exhaust the God and in crease the risk of irreversible, worldly damage. Vishnu, the God of Preservation, is the master of this skill out of the three.
  
  Destruction... The Third Eye
  When opened, Shiva's third eye glows red, turning whom ever his gaze falls upon to ash. The red symbols upon Shiva's face glow red when his destructive power awakens and it is said that ghostly red flames shimmer along his silhouette. Anything that touches his fire burns and only the God's will can stop it. It is here, that Shiva's true mastery and skill shine bright.
  
  Trishula | Shiva's Trident
  Aside from Divine gifts and otherworldly powers, Shiva is a master wielder of Trishula. A trident, which in many Hindu texts, represent Shiva's power of Creation, Preservation, and of course, Destruction. Ironically, Shiva uses it for the latter.
  
  SYMBOL OF DIVINITY:
  Shiva's symbols vary between the Lingam, Crescent Moon, Damaru (Drum), Vasuki. Additonally, following his first wife's death, the God of Destruction had taken to wearing her lotus symbol.
  
  DIVINE FAMILIARS:
  The God's ever faithful company, Vasuki, the Second King of Nagas. A beautiful golden cobra who most often lays draped over Shiva's shoulders like a glittering necklace.
  
  DIVINE RELATIONS:
  Emotions and matters of the heart are, often times, complicated and confusing. So it is no surprise that where these fickle concepts of mortal and immortal minds go, so to do the conflicts that inevitably follow.
  
  Sati, as stated, was Shiva's first wife and his first love. In his own eyes, she was also his last. Her soul may have returned to him in form of his current, consort, Parvati. While his Lordship cherishes her, his heart remains hardened, as if fearful of the pain Sati's death had inflicted upon him. He keeps a safe distance, but never refuses her a request.
  
  Vasuki remains his confident to this day. Be it an ear to whisper in, a voice to fill the silence, or simply a warm presence to chase the lonesome woes away, Shiva has never been without his Naga King. If one should ever see the God without his scaled chain, Vasuki is near...
  
  Shiva's mount, the Divine Bull, Nandi, is another of Shiva's coveted companions... or so he had been. Truth be told Shiva couldn't say where the great white bull had gone. A truly baffling confession considering the... intimate nature of their friendship. Having left his ever faithful steed to guard his temple, Shiva had left him. When the Destroyer had finally returned home, have last count of the centuries he had been away, the temple had been vacant. Nandi no where to be seen... Typical. What use was a disloyal bovine? What use was his cravings for comfort by a broad hand's sincere affections? What use was a heart in world intent on burning everything to ash?
  What use was love but an empty promise?
  
  

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  . . . KABURI-TSUKI PROFILE . . .
  

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  PATRONAGE:
  Shiva is a new Patron of Mitsuri-sama's fine establishment. Restless, irritable, and and what Parvati declared as stressed, Shiva was urged by his wife to take a much needed vacation. Per her ever gentle words, "For the sake of all things, find solace and grace, my love, or I'll be forced to wage war against the havoc inside your tormented soul."
  
  Frankly, Shiva had met with Kali once before, and while his wife's alternate form made for a passionate night in bed, he didn't fancy a millennium beating. He also suspected Parvati needed some space from his brooding.
  
  Luckily, Vasuki is familiar with Shiva's particular tastes, and from the gossip the Naga lord received from his many siblings, recommended Kaburi-Tsuki. An extravagant and amply staffed bathhouse designed in mind for godly deities and legendary entities, like Lord Shiva. Intrigued, bored, and kicked from his home, Shiva decided to indulged his wife and friend's recommendation. Perhaps he might find some lovely distractions that could ease his turbulent mind.
  
  PENDANT PREFERENCE:
  Considering Vasuki call's Lord Shiva's throat his home--and would be highly insulted that such a lack luster pendant even be considered a viable replacement... Shiva smoothly requested a bracelet instead. A scornful cobra did not make for good company.
  
  SPECIFIC ROOM ACCOMMODATIONS:
  Wanting a change a scenery, Shiva is content with maintaining the aesthetics of Kaburi-Tsuki's interior design. The simplistic yet appealing decor and colors offer the God a sense of tranquility within his room, though he will be pleasantly surprised to find a collection of pillows and a tiger furred rug upon the floor with a view of the babbling pond just outside his door, graced with the ever serene presence of blooming lotus flowers. How quaint.
  

  Room Reference

  

  

  

  
  

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  『 . . . ⟡ 𓁿 ⟡ . . . 』
  

  

  
  『 . . . ⟡ 𓁿 ⟡ . . . 』
  

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  『 CHIAROSCURO 』
  HALF BLOOD UNICORN
  

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  "If you're looking for a good time, I'm your man. If you're looking for a bad time, keep talking. It'll be a while before you have such luxuries."
  — Chiaroscuro, The Twilight Bastard​

  
  

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  . . . INTRODUCTION . . .
  

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  NAME | ALIASES:
  Chairoscuro | Chiaro
  "Key-Ar-O-scur-o" | "Key-Ar-O"
  Bitch... Bastard... Half Blood... Gelding... Brat... Stud
  
  His mother calls his Chiaro, unless of course he's in trouble. In which case his full name is used. Normally only his father uses it, and always a formal, disappointed drawl. Someone has Daddy issues.
  
  Chiaroscuro is an Italian word used to describe the dramatic effect of light and shadow within artwork. His mother though it a beautiful fitting name for her son. Chiaro means "light", while the work Oscuro means "dark".
  
  AGE:
  Appears youthful, late 20s to early 30s. In reality, unicorns are near immortal and can live for many centuries.
  Chiaro is roughly 300 years old, if he had to guess.
  
  SEX | GENDER:
  Male | AMAB | He / Him
  
  SEX ORIENTATION | MARITAL STATUS:
  Pansexual | Homoromantic | Single
  
  SPECIES | LINEAGE STATUS:
  Unicorn | Half-Blood
  White Unicorn (Sire) x Black Unicorn (Mare)
  Considered a forbidden coupling--black unicorns are known for their darker, carnivorous natures and wielders of dark magics. They are said to have once been pure, like their white cousins, until they were tainted by the blood of demons. Alternatively, white unicorns are pure and benevolently creatures, capable of impressive feats of magic. Also incredibly prideful. The two species do not get along, as often black unicorns will devour white unicorns.
  
  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES | APPEARANCE:
  Chiaro stands at 6 feet in his human form with dark skin, hair so dark it gleams black with rich brown highlights. He has a strong jaw line, a straight nose, and thick brows that are often held in unimpressed contempt over his fiery amber eyes. He often wears his hair down, pulled back in a ponytail, or half up/half down. Clothing wise, Chiaro is not a massive fan of layers and if it were up to himself would forgo as many as possible. Due to this, his build is almost always on full display. Powerful shoulder and back muscles of a lean thoroughbred, built for speed and endurance. He boasts a tapered waist beneath his gratifying torso and a round, voluptuous ass. Yes, he knows it.
  
  It is in Chiaro's true form that his half-blood traits are most apparent. Built similarly to an Arabian horse, but of Sardinian Anglo-Arab ancestry, a type of horse native to Italy, his home region, like his mother. He has a coat as black and sleek as night, piebald with striking white markings along his belly, sides, mane and face. Chiaro stands at 16 hands tall. His eyes glow amber, both alluring and predatory in nature, a trait from his mother's side. His hoofs are sharp and cloven, more than capable of splitting a skull in two.
  
  His horn, an amalgamation of a white uni's spiral and the black uni's vibrant arched bone. As ethereal as it may appear, Chiaro's horn can be used as both a deadly weapon and a conduit for his magic. When his magic is active, the horn glows bright. Lastly, Chiaro has a small pair of canines on the top and bottom jaw with a few pointed incisors before them flatten out into typical white uni molars. While not the full, terrifying size of black unicorns it does mean Chiaro is capable of dealing a damaging bite and has/does consumed meat.
  
  SPECIALIZED ABILITIES:
  . . . Magic . . .
  Chiaro's affinity for magic is relatively high thanks to his heritage, though his mixed blood does change things. He is able to perform healing magic, like white uni's can though not as potent. The strongest white unicorns can bring a mortal back from the brink of death. Chiaro is able to mend broken bones and life-threatening wounds into a more manageable state but mortal wounds are a gamble, you can fix only so much. Because he has tainted blood, Chiaro is not able to perform all forms of White Magic. The best he is able to do, aside from his healing abilities, is perform small charms and incantations. Most of these are often trivial and used for house work or preparing/promoting ideal moods, atmospheres, or promoting luck. He has a preference for working with physical conduits when performing this type of magic, often with crystals, herbs, and incense.
  
  Other types of magic Chiaro is capable of include shadow walking, otherwise know as the ability to teleport short distances using shadows as his passage. He can also mask himself, but is unable to achieve full invisibility like his mother and other black unicorns can. These shadowy abilities grant Chiaro enhanced stealth when he moves about, able to approach or stalk up to others before they even know he's there. A very predatory trait of the black unicorns whom use this to their advantage when they hunt down prey.
  
  . . . Physical . . .
  Supernatural strength, speed, and endurance. Ability to shape shift into a human form.
  

  

  
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  . . . MIRROR INTO THE SOUL . . .
  

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  PERSONALITY:
  Adventurous... Daring... Charming... Clever... Meticulous... Reckless... Playful... Scholarly... Self-reliant... Aggressive... Competitive... Obedient (If you ask nicely or slap his ass)... Physical... Unpredictable... Proud... Sarcastic... Smooth (Or not)... Stylish... Tough... Abrasive... Argumentative... Assertive... Blunt... Calculating... Compulsive... Demanding... Destructive... Devious... Vain... Fiery... Flamboyant... Malicious... Meddlesome... Opportunistic... Predatory... Provocative... Sadistic... Masochistic... Scornful... Vindictive... Promiscuous
  
  Volatile, reckless, and abrasive are a few things that come to mind when one meets Chiaroscuro. And usually after he makes his nature known. He wears a resting bitch face and is as easy to read as an open book since he doesn't bother with masking his emotions, be it the usual contempt, for most people. One to make his opinions known and not afraid to get in someones face. This can be seen as passionate by some people and... aggressive to others. Chiaro's patience is often reserved for studies, herbs, and books, otherwise the young stallion is incredibly short with everyone who happens to get on his nerves.
  
  He's also very promiscuous and flirts with everything, though he shows a keen interest in males. He has a healthy sexual appetite. Chiaroscuro enjoys stirring up trouble whenever he can and finds a great deal of pleasure in riling others up and engaging in taunting banter. That really gets his blood pumping. He has quite the uppity personality, meaning he tends to get bratty and defiant when people order him around. Of course, those whom hold his respect are given the least about of back talk, but for those he hates or otherwise you can expect a mouthy reply--he'll even get physical. Chiaro tends to hold grudges and is vindictive in nature, so careful how you antagonize the unicorn.
  
  Partially due to his nature and also because he simply because he's a shit, Chiaro will come off predatory in certain interactions. He gets a kick out of scaring people or genuinely unsettling them. He's usually not interested in playing with soft hearted people otherwise. The stud wants a challenge, something that bites back, pulls his hair, and wants to try their hand at breaking the thoroughbred. But don't expect the pony to be docile, he'll give as good as you give.
  
  In quiet moments, Chiaro is thoughtful, genuine with his emotions, and demonstrates a calm and inquisitive mind when it comes to all things medicinal. He enjoys collecting powerful stones and gems that can be used for healing, growing his own herbs, and researching medical practices from other regions.
  
  BRIEF BACKGROUND:
  Vivianna and Aethon's two people have been at war for centuries. The White Unicorns came first, the pure, the Benevolent, the sacred. Users of White Magic and often creatures blessed by gods, deities, and other such mythos and legends. They are prideful creatures and it is from this pride that the Black Unicorn is born. A proud and arrogant White Unicorn thought himself invincible, and thirsty for glory decided he would be the one to slay the demon lord and eradicate all evil from the world. He lead an army of unicorns to storm the devil's gate, seeking a duel.
  
  Amused by the young stallion's bold declaration the devil accepted his challenge but rather than killing the unicorn, the devil instead forced the stallion and his entire army to ingest his blood. Tainted by demon blood, the once pure and noble creatures under went a terrible transformation and so the Black unicorns were born. Cruel, vicious, imbued with Dark Magic and plagued by a hunger for flesh, they were unleashed upon the world. From then onwards the Black Unicorns, enraged by their loss and jealous of their White brethren, waged a war that would last for centuries to come.
  
  A millennium later, the stud Aethon would find himself transfixed by the enchanting and mischievous Vivianna. Aethon in all his pride would say she had bewitched him but they both know the truth. They were enamored with each other and careless with the consequences that would surely follow such a union. With the news that Vivianna was expecting, Aethon was, understandably shocked. He had left Vivianna, in Italy to return to Greece under the guise that he was needed by the God of War. Vivianna knew this to be a half truth but it did not discourage her.
  
  When it came time for her to bear her child, the herd, outraged, demanded she kill the boy if she ever wanted to remain with them. Vivianna, defiant as always, refused and left her herd. Living out Chiaro's childhood in a small cottage on the countryside, working as a healer for the folk who often came to see her. Aethon would visit from time to time but even in his absence from most of Chiaro's childhood, Vivianna was aware of the lack of trouble that sought her doorstep. Alas, Aethon could not keep danger away forever. Vivianna's herd eventually discovered her and Chiaroscuro.
  
  She was forced to send her son away to protect him, lest the blood thirsty jaws of her once family tear him apart. No... in a final act of motherhood, Vivianna held back their onslaught with all the ferocity of devil herself. Amidst the burning flames of her cottage Vivianna beseeched the stars to guide her son far away from the hateful clutches of the herd. Aethon would find her there, alone in the ruins of home. He buried her amongst the wild flowers of the land she loved and together with his brothers, laid waste to the savages who killed her.
  
  Chiaro traveled far and wild over lands, sparking a deep hate for all unicorns. He was a vile little thing, and it didn't die with age. A wild and untamed temptress like his mother, and a proud and fearless warrior like his father, Chiaro survived on his wits alone, soon finding himself in Japan after almost a century of wandering. It was here his fire simmered down, having heard rumors of magnificent healers. Deciding he would honor his mother by continuing her work, Chiaro sought out Kaburi-Tsuki and near demanded to work beneath the famous Healer, Bayani. He would find ways to exercise his urges there as well, working beneath Mitsuru-sama.
  
  NOTABLE QUIRKS | DIETARY RESTRICTIONS:
  Chiaro is an omnivore and does not have any restrictions in his diet.
  
  PERSONAL RELATIONS:
  At one point the young stallion used to be on speaking terms with his father, but he hasn't seen Aethon for over a century. Chiaro's sire is of greek roots, being one of the four horses of Ares' war chariot. Their relationship is very hostile and any kind of interaction usually ends in one or the other losing their temper. Despite this, Chiaro, though reluctantly, acknowledges that while his father makes it painfully obvious he disappoints him in every way, Aethon has never once verbalized his regret in Chiaroscuro's birth. Doesn't exactly make up for the years of verbal abuse though. Yes, Daddy issues.
  
  Vivianna is Chiaro's mother, a black unicorn herbalist whom was often called a witch. Chiaro is a momma's boy, very close to his mother. She holds a very special place in his heart and he would do anything for her. The moment her herd discovered her treacherous actions she for forced to leave to kill the child if she wished to redeem herself. Instead the mare made it know they were no longer worthy of her loyalty and left without looking back. She raised Chiaro by herself in a small cottage on the outskirts of farmland. She worked as a healer, making ointments, tinctures, and other remedies for those who came to seek her aid. Eventually Aethon would find her and while he barely offered much in the form of support, no threats ever seemed to come near to Vivianna's humble abode.
  
  Chiaro as a healer under Bayani, respects his senior a great deal. That same can be said for Denali. Both experience healers whom Chiaro has every intention of learning from. Still, this does not save them from his uppity, trouble making ways. He simply can't help himself. He has a severe fanboy reaction to Denali's heel collection and will often beg the incubus for a chance to wear a pair... if he hasn't already borrow one or two already~
  
  PERSONAL KINKS | RESTRICTIONS:
  

  Bite me

  ⊚ Biting / Rough (Giving/Receiving)
  **Blood play is included in this, he bites hard.
  ⊚ Oral (Giving/Receiving)
  ⊚ Impact Play (Giving/Receiving)
  ⊚ Antagonist Taunting (Giving/Receiving)
  **Essentially, he gets off on good banter, doesn't have to be dirty.
  ⊚ Sensual Foreplay
  **He loves dancing and playing hard to get.
  ⊚ Edging/Orgasm Denial (Receiving/Giving)
  **He'll curse you out before begging. He likes to be in control/be controlled but the latter is connected to a bit of a daddy kink. He really likes being told he's a good boy but will never fucking admit it.
  ⊚ Public/Outdoor Sex
  ⊚ The Hunt/Game/Duel (Giving/Receiving)
  **He likes a challenge, he likes the thrill of the hunt, a duel. But loathes unwilling or timid prey. He likes to challenge stronger deities and push them until they bite back. He will not cross any lines within Mitsuru-sama's expectations of his employees but he does like to strut the edge.
  ⊚ Body Worshipping (Giving/Receiving)
  ⊚ Heel Play (Giving/Receiving)
  ⊚ Don't be afraid to explore with him.
  
  ∅ Bathroom Kinks
  **Unless they involve shower or bath sex.
  ∅ Fisting
  ∅ Degrading
  **He's pretty thick skinned but anytime things turn towards his impure blood he's out.
  ∅ Soft, gentle Sex.
  **He has a chip on shoulder, he doesn't want to be coddled.
  ∅ Just ask, he's pretty adventurous.

  
  

  

  MUSIC THEMES/PLAYLIST:

  

  
  Cvrsed Imvges - The Dahli
  Gimme What I want - The Rose
  Queen - Todrick Hall
  Kill the Lights - Hidden Citizen, Lush Machine
  Foxglove - Boston Manor
  Hurts like Hell - New Years Day
  Physical - Dua Lipa​

  
  

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  KABURI-TSUKI POSITION:

  

  
  Senior Healer | Attendant
  
  EXPERIENCE:
  A fairly young addition to the world in comparison to other deities and creatures, Chiaro has roughly 132 years of experience at Kaburi-Tsuki. Apprenticed under the renowned Healer, Bayani, as he cultivated his skills in alchemy and herbology. He also works as a part time attendant for Mitsuru-sama's esteemed guests.
  
  PENDANT FORM:
  A loose fitting necklace, so as to accommodate his equine form.
  
  PET | COMPANION:
  None, though his courters are completely over taken with herbal plants, holistic stones and precious gems, and maps and graphs of astral constellations and powers.
  
  PERSONAL QUARTERS:
  Chiaro's courts pays homage to his homeland, Italy. Fashioned to resemble his mother's rustic cottage in the country side, Chiaro's room mimics that of 1800 Italian style with some modern updates for comfort.
  

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[Remmy Rose]

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General Info

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Name
Archibald Grimsley

Nickname
Archie, Baldie, Grimmy, etc.

Age
Little over a century.

Species
Reaper
Not exactly like the mythological bringer of death, instead of leading souls to the after life these reapers eat them. They find the tales and myths surrounding their species incredibly humorous and even enjoy the way some cultures worship them. Reapers are skeletal in appearance and are immortal to time. The only way for one to pass is through unnatural means or elimination by an outside source. They reproduce by detaching a piece of themselves a creating a new reaper. This form of asexual reproduction requires a great deal of energy so birthing new reapers is not always a common event; perhaps 3 new reapers every century. A reaper's age and power can be gauged by the size and girth of their horns. Reapers abilities include levitating, summoning their blades, travelling between dimensions (just their world and human world), and heightened physical abilities. What reapers are most known for is their ability to locate the exact time and date of a person's death. They also happened to know exactly what time it is any where in the world.

Sexuality
Asexual

Gender Identity
Male | He/Him

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Physical Description

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Height
5'1"

Weight
110

Body type
Bones...

Eye color
Red glowing orbs or sockets glow entirely.

Hair color
Bonehead

Other Descriptions
When angry or using his Reaper abilities, a red symbol glows on his forehead. He is almost never without some form of hoodie or cape and is always dressed in black trousers and a white button down shirt. When he's not wearing his cape Archie sports a pair of suspenders to help keep his pants on. It sucks being bones.

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Species Info

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Dietary Needs
Archie feeds on human souls. The bodies are just nasty meat sacks the make a mess. In order to gain a human soul Archie has to cut a human with a reaper blade. By itself a reaper blade with act like any other knife however in the hands of a reaper it not only cuts the human body but severs the bond between the soul and vessel as well. Once severed the human's life force is used to sustain a reaper's immortality to time based death. The more pure a soul the more sustenance it can provide. A corrupted soul is a lot like alcohol to reapers, coming close to poisoning reapers depending on how much it has fermented, much like grapes to create wine.

Natural Habitat
Anywhere in the world though they typically dwell in the realm between the living and the dead though in recent times the death toll had dropped considerable and finding souls on the brink of death is no longer an option. Too many reapers had starved to death trying to hunt traditionally so no reapers walk among the living.

Scent
Hearth; Burning cedar and oak wood.

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Temperament | Virtues and Vices

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Personality
Archie is much like a sea urchin. Spiny, poisonous to the touch, and tiny. Basically, he hates any and all forms of physical contact with people. If he didn't have to talk to anyone he would be the happiest skeleton in the world. He doesn't make friends, he just makes enemies due to his tsundere ways due to that fact that he doesn't trust anyone as far as he can throw them. Archie will go out of his way to avoid people if he can or ignore them for as long as his patience can stand it. Its not that he tries to be mean, his attitude his nothing personal, its just a result of nearly a century of abuse from his older brother Set. Constantly being pushed around and verbally destroyed whittled down any sort of social wings Archie may have had, including the desire to meet new people. It probably destroyed any faith he had in the way people interacted outside of his family, especially since Set trashed any form a relationship Archie tried to have with others. So Archie is a bit of a tortured soul who just wants to be left alone and as soon as school is over he plans on ditching the family business to pursue his own desires.

Beyond his faults, Archie is incredibly intelligent and quietly curious about the world. If one manages to get past his icy exterior they would find a bubbly, geekish boy who finds pleasure it taking apart complex things and putting them back together. In fact, as a tick, Archie often tinkers with his pocket watch, a gift from his father and perhaps one of the only things he really treasures. Solving puzzles and riddles is another of his favorite pass times and perhaps one of the only times where his iron defenses loosen up. Get him talking and he may just start babbling about different scholarly topics too, especially physics and philosophy.

Strengths
Sword Play, Making Enemies, Studying, Sneaking, Agility, Master Magician/Mage, Avoiding People, and Sarcasm.

Weaknesses
Speaking in front of people, Socializing, Making Friends/Allies, Books, Physical/Strength Fights, Excessive use of Magic, and Capes.

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Back Story | Other

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History
Archie was born during the beginning of the 19th Century. He is his father's second and final offspring and quite possibly the heir to his human soul trade. Archie would have considered it an honor if it wasn't for his brother. Set wants the position far more than Archie and it gravely injured his older brother's pride when their father held Archie is higher favor. Enraged by the idea that the smaller, weaker sibling was more fit for the job than himself in his father's eyes, Set decided to take his anger out on poor old Archie. This was about the time Archie realized something. His brother was a complete asshole. Archie was then forced to spend his first century of life trying to avoid his brother. Whenever Set could he made Archie's life absolutely miserable. Probably one of the number one reasons why Archie hates everything.

Aspirations
Anything but taking over his Dad's Business.

Family
Giovanni Grimsley — Father
Set Grimsley — Older Brother (Jackass)

 

[Remmy Rose]

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General Info

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Name
James Percival Pumpkinhead

Nickname
Jim

Age
Doesn't exactly apply to Jim due to the circumstances of his birth. Because he is a possessed pumpkin his growing phase was doubled. After he was picked his aging continued for a another few years until he reached full size. He can regenerate lost limps or body parts so unless his head is eradicated he doesn't die nor age. Being exposed to hazardous chemicals or other things will created a pseudo aging at enhanced speeds until he shrivels up and dies so he avoids those. Jim needs water and good soil rejuvenates himself.

Species

Gourd Poltergeist
A.K.A. Pumpkinheads
A species of ghosts who arise from graves and posses nearby objects. In Jim's case, his spirit claimed a pumpkin seedling. Depending on the objects available, this particular species of ghost tends to have a wide variety of physical appearances.

Note: All Gourd Poltergeist adopt the name of their possessed object as a kind of surname so to speak, it makes it easier to keep track of populations and identifying them on paper. So Jim's real last name is Percival. The 'Pumpkinhead" bit serves as a title so to speak.
Note 2: Gourd Poltergeist do not reproduce, they are created when a human dies and the lingering soul posses an object as mentioned. So technically speaking they have no biological family members. However they do form small backs that may develop family like characteristics and if they come across potential Pumpkinheads, they will cultivate/raise them to maturity as a way of maintaining the species.

Sexuality
Hetero

Gender Identity
Male | He/Him

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Physical Description

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Height
6'0"

Weight
182 lbs

Body type
Sleek yet toned.

Eye color
Fiery

Hair color
Who needs hair?

Other Descriptions
Head is literally a jack'o'lantern; body is a green root/stem like mass with two distinct arms and legs perfectly resembling a humanoid figure. Can change his body shape at will.

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Species Info

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Dietary Needs
Jim and all Pumpkinheads require human flesh as a food source but rather than devour them like biological animals (i.e. digest human flesh in the stomach) Pumpkinheads burn human flesh like firewood into a furnace. A Pumpkinhead's soul is literally seen externally as the blazing fire within their heads that ignites their eyes and mouth. In this case, the "candle" in the jack'o'lantern is actually a soul. To keep this soul blazing they must constantly stoke its flames with human flesh that still contains a soul. Dead humans do not provide any sustenance, therefore their prey is eaten alive.

Natural Habitat
Most Pumpkinheads reside in graveyards, pumpkin patches, corn fields/farms, and other locations where available vessels grow and where people have died and souls remain. In rarer occurrences, Pumpkinheads have been now to sprout near churches, in abandoned yards, and even school gardens. Most of the time, Pumpkinhead populations are controlled in these environments due to early picking and/or use of chemicals either by accident or intended. Due to the nature of their abilities Pumpkinheads rarely venture into highly industrialized cities due to a lack of natural soil and untainted water sources. Unless driven by hunger (or snuffing out), Pumpkinheads will stay in rural or wild areas and hunt where they have limitless resources at their disposal and the upper hand in case they should cross paths with hunters.

Scent
As their name implies, Pumpkinheads tend to smell like pumpkin though, of course, that depends entirely on what object they possessed (not all Pumpkinheads possess pumpkins after all). In Jim's case, while pumpkin is definitely part of it, he also smells like freshly turned earth and a variety of herbs and spices.

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Temperament | Virtues and Vices

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Personality
Jim is theatrical at best and extremely full of himself. Saying he is an egotistical maniac would be putting it mildly, the Pumpkin head of his is swollen for a reason; Jim has too much damn pride and narcissism. Jim has a charismatic charm about him that flaunts his ability to get out of work and into to people's pants. He can't help it, often blames his unique personality and habits on his previous life, claims the human was probably a stripper or something. Basically, Jim barely, if ever, takes responsibility for himself and his actions. First sign of excitement and he's there but the instant its over or things go south he's the first to book it. Not exactly the most honest of monsters but then again what does he care, the ladies love the bad boys, right?! Teasing and flirting are one of his many talents and hobbies and while he is partial to the females Jim has been known to make passes at some guys purely for entertainment. He's just extremely sassy.

They may be very few positive traits of his personality actually. He's determined but not always for the right reasons. Jim is also relatively good at keeping a promise if you manage to get him to agree to it, but he's not all that trustworthy either. Loyalty is a rare trait to see in him and is really only witnessed in his relationship with Percival, the only man/monster he really listens too.

Strengths
Public Speaking, Growth/Regrowth, Fashion, Tending Gardens, Echolocation Via Sensory Roots, and Acting.

Weaknesses
Chemicals, Fire, Pollution, Cites, Droughts, and sexy ladies.

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Back Story | Other

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History
Jim's ghostly afterlife began when a human male crashed his car off the side of the road, crashing and rolling down the steep slope where it came to its final resting place at the bottom a mist a patch of pumpkins. The soul claimed a sprouting seedling that had managed to survive the onslaught of the car and several days later his presence was discovered by a wandering Pumpkinhead, James Percival. Young Jim was taken back to the farm Percival had commandeered, introducing Jim to his companion, Randal. After spending a year to mature, Percival enrolled Jim into school and began the long journey of raising the troublesome boy.

Despite many set backs and plenty of scolding on Percival's behave, Jim grew into a fine young man. Jim was then encouraged (forced really) to attend a university for a few years before Percival would allow him to venture off on his own and so Jim applied to the local university. He doesn't plan on staying too long unless something attracts his attention.

Aspirations
No serious plans, mainly satisfied with being a play boy of sorts.

Family
James Percival Senior | Father Figure
Randal Patterson | Brotherly Figure
Anna Smith | Sister Figure

 

[Remmy Rose]

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General Info

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Name
Circe Alabaster

Nickname
None

Age
20

Occupation
Movie Theater Staff

Sexuality
Demisexual

Gender Identity
Female | She/Her

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Physical Description

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Height
5'0"

Weight
120 lbs

Body type
Slender and lithe.

Eye color
Hazel

Hair color
Blonde

Other Descriptions
Has a birthmark on her hip.
A small scar on her hand from when she cut her hand as a little girl.
Studs in both ears.
Tattoo on the back of her neck.

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Hunter Info

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Goal
Genuine Curiosity and Adventure! Circe wanted to be a hunter just so she could get up close and personal with monsters. May also have an unhealthy obsession with blood and violence and a complete flirt with death.

Weapon of Choice
Circe prefers using duel silver daggers but will trade them in for a shot gun for ranger. Circe tends to try a multitude of prototype weapons she has crafted herself based on each monster types' weakness (all research gathered from libraries and therefore not 100% accurate but she tires).

Equipment
What do they usually keep on them? Backpack, utility belt, first aid kit, etc.
Circe keeps a utility belt (Affectionately referred to as Batman's Belt as it sports his symbol on the front) of items ranging from basic first aid to various doodads of monster destruction! Silver crosses, holy water spray bottle, garlic, wormwood, salt packets, her favorite wooden stake and mallet, etc. Her daggers are placed into sheaths that are strapped to her hips for easy access while her shot gun is slung over her back. Usually Circe will condense her "Zombie Apocalypse" based on the type of mission and monster they expected to face. Circe always carries matches, a homemade smoke bomb, mace, and a compass. As a bonus, she also carries snickers cause she gets hungry!

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Temperament | Virtues and Vices

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Personality
huhu

Strengths
Freakishly adaptive, intense survival skills, In-depth Book Knowledge of Monsters, Working Under Pressure, and Multitasking.

Weaknesses
Physically not super strong, Ramen noodles and Sushi, Stage Fright, In-Depth Book Knowledge of Monsters, Enochlophobia, Nightclubs, and Light Weight Drinker.

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Back Story | Other

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History
jiji

Aspirations
Not really sure what to do with her life besides furthering her Hunter career. Maybe start her own Paranormal Investigating Business.

Family
Father and Mother.

 

[Remmy Rose]

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SILAS ROSE

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"Beasts born from the hearts of man forged by our great creator's plan and hearts shall these ghoulish souls devour as it is our sole desire. Precious lamb, do not fear. Soon it shall all be clear. Let the spirit in, gave way to his unholy sin. Malsum's bidding shall be done, the age of the wendigo has begun! "
— Silas Rose

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GENERAL

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Fullname: Silas Rose
Nickname/Alias(if any): Thorn Prince, Great One's Prophet
Age: 32 yrs
Status/Rank: Sacred Shaman
Gender/Sex: Type B
Sexual Orientation: Androsexual
Occupation: Shaman and Healer

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HUMAN FORM

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Height: 5'6"
Eye color: Amber
Hair color: Blonde
Complexion: Fair
Other descriptors:
Slight and feministic in build with slender, nimble hands. Whimsical and graceful with a soft, delicate face and sweet smile. Silas for all his insatiable, devilish ways, looks nothing of the part. At first glance, one would see the face of innocence unmarred by greed, wrath, or moral decay. Being a luna, Silas bears far more female like qualities including gentle curving hips and waist. He likes to wear his hair down or semi up and often adorned with circlets of foliage. Even in human form, Silas' body is covered by patches of slightly darker skin patterned in such a way that it reminisces the pattern of a fawn.

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WENDIGO FORM

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Height: 6'1" (w/ Antlers)
Eye color: Glowing Yellow
Hair color: Ghostly White
Complexion: Fawn
Scent:
Blood Wine and incenses of Rose and
Sweet-grass depending on the circumstances.
Fur color and pattern:
True to his physical features, Silas' Wendigo form bears features strikingly similar to fawn or chitals. His fur is very short and is mere velvet in certain locations such as his anterior torso and abdomen as well as the insides of his thighs. The rest of his body is covered in short, silky soft fur lengthening by only a few inches along his spine and rump. The coloring remains light and fair long the velvet locations while darkening into warm brown patches speckled by creamy spots. His tail is short but large and sporting the most plume with its white underside.
Other descriptors:
Silas' hooves are cloven and tan in color. While delicate looking and perhaps 'adorable' they conceal sharp edges and a rather painful kick. His hands are well known for their healing ways but hide wickedly sharp claws. The antlers on his head form a kind of crown that he often covers with more foliage (sometimes herbs he uses throughout the day). A single prong wraps around the skull from each side and bears two more, smaller prongs. While not incredibly massive or impressive they do their job well enough.

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RELATIONSHIPS

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Mate(s): None.
Family: Atticus Rose (Father — Deceased) & Anwen Rose (Mother — Deceased).
Allies(if any): Minion~
Enemies(if any): Alpha and all non-believers

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ATTRIBUTES BELIEF AND MORALS

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Personality:
Religious Belief:
Worships the Great Wendigo Spirit to a cultish falt. Unwavering in his belief that wendigos are superior to humans and that the world belongs to them. His ultimate goal is to return the Great Spirit to a vessel and release the insatiable beast within all his brethren. If sacrifices must be made so be it. Beyond his obsession, Silas devotedly follows the old gods and spirits of the world and keeping to his Shaman duties. He secretly shares contempt for the Great Spirit for killing Malsum, father of wendigos. He keeps his opinions to himself, however.
Goals:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:

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HISTORY

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[Remmy Rose]

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SORREL HEDWIG

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"A flower can blossom in even the most hostile of environments. . . it just needs a little push."
— Sorrel Hedwig

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GENERAL

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Fullname: Sorrel Elm Hedwig
Nickname/Alias: Sorie, Wiggy

Age: 27 yrs
Status/Rank: Omega/Gamma

Gender/Sex: Doe/Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual; leans towards masculinity.

Occupation: Tea House

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HUMAN FORM

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Height: 5'8"
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Silver
Complexion: Fair with Warm Undertones
Other descriptors:

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WENDIGO FORM

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Height: 5'11"
Eye color: Silvery Blue
Hair color: Silver with hints of Bluing
Complexion: Fair with Warm Undertones
Scent: Chamomile, Lavender, and Lemon.
Fur color and pattern:
Blue Roan coloring very similar to a horse, the coloring darkens towards her hooves. The fur appears lighter and almost silvery in color on certain places of her body, mainly her back and sides. The fur itself is short and sleek to the touch, cover most of her body. It climbs up her back, thinning out just as it reaches her shoulder blades, leaving a single dark line to travel her spine to her hair. This leaves her shoulders, arms, anterior torso, and most of her abdomen free of fur.
Other descriptors:
Silvery velvet antlers with about four to five prongs on each side. Despite its girth they are only about a foot or so long. They sprout from the front of her skull just above each temple and arch backwards before curling forward. Her hooves are cloven and deep blue almost black as is her claws. The fur by her ankles thickens slightly, forming a short yet whimsical plume. Her tail is slender, ending in a dark plume around the end of her thighs. Little silver freckles cover her shoulders, chest, and face.

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RELATIONSHIPS

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Mate: No permanent partners.
Family: Serena Hedwig (Mother — Loner) and Daphne Hedwig (Grandmother — Alive NPC)
Allies: TBD.
Enemies: TBD.

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History

 

[Remmy Rose]

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ADONIS FAIRCHILD

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— Adonis Fairchild

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GENERAL

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Fullname: Adonis Fairchild
Nickname/Alias(if any): Asshole

Age: 28 yrs
Status/Rank: Delta

Gender/Sex: Stag
Sexual Orientation: Gynesexuality

Occupation:

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HUMAN FORM

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WENDIGO FORM

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[Remmy Rose]

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CHIAROSCURO

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Location: Banquet Hall | Interactions: None | Mentions: Denali, Ekene... | Attire: Formal ( Example )

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I refuse to yield. ​

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[Remmy Rose]

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𓁿 SHIVA 𓁿

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Location: Banquet Hall | Interactions: None | Mentions: ... | Attire: Formal ( Example )
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Amuse me...
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