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Part I
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❝Know that you are beneath me, and know that I will watch your death with glee. You believe you will not scream, but the sweet music will fill my ears as the flames devour your body.❞
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Scelero Dontass Serville Gromag Divine-Comedia
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Skel-lair-ro | | Dawn-tase | | Serve-vile | | Grow-mag | | Dee-vine Com-ee-dee-ah
• Scelero was an odd name for an Angel. Many others thought so, but she was content. It has the meaning that isn't right for an Angel: evil. Terms derived from it are Scelerophibia, which is the phila for the obsessive love of evil. It was created by an early European scholar who had a chance encounter with Scelero that turned into a masochistic relationship. When he left the scholar, he was so devastated that he created the term just before his death.
• Dontass has no real meaning, but closely resembles the Latin term for gift, dona. This, however, is not how she was seen by the other Angels, including her own parents. Her "deformity" prevented the love that he should have felt and been given. Serville is just as nefarious in meaning as her first name. The two words that compose this name are "serve" and "vile". In essence, her name would then mean to serve the vile, which is exactly what she does. This name was something that her parents had used to curse him for being the way she was. Gromag is not a real term, more so slang. It is used to describe "troubled" Angels in their early years of life. This was first used for Lucifer, long before his fall. The Angels had noticed his troubling nature long before he had fallen. In turn, the slang word was given to Scelero.
• Divine-Comedia had been an unusual name for any Angel, but her parents wouldn't allow for their mutated child to have their own surname. Had she been either male of female, his name would have been very much different. They kept the surname of Odyssey, which was the Greek word for "journey".
{Intended Name} The intended name for Scelero had been fairly different. The amount of emotional abuse this put her through, knowing her parents hadn't wanted her to begin with, lied solely in her name. Had she been a female, her name would have been Aiyana, which is Cherokee. The meaning is "eternal blossom". Had she been male, he would have received the name Christian, meaning "follower of Christ".
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❝Forsake thy name, and accept thy fate; you will perish. Your cessation is present❞
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Appearance:
APPEARANCE
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|| ♛ || Scelero is slender, and tall. She stands at a height of brushing past six feet tall, and a weight of a hundred twenty pounds. Most of this weight is attributed to muscle, although she isn't overly muscular. She has a refined, sort of figure that widens out her hips. Her shoulders slope down to a narrow range, adding to the slender effect. She's full breasted, but often covers it up with heavy clothing as it was distracting.
Her hair is a silvery blonde. This hue is similar to her complexion, a fair tan bordering on the usual darker ethnic complexion. She was exceptionally lighter skinned than her brothers. Her eyes are a bloody red with little drips of violet, somewhat crimson hue. When hit by the light a certain way, they appear to be a pale cloudy honey color.
Her voice is soft, light and airy. It's close to high pitched, but not there.
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❝Fear not the coming of the end. Embrace the depth found in the abyss of death❞
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Species: Archei Demon
As an Angel, she had exhibited a favor for thing not so Angel like. In consequence, her fall had been inevitable. Of the ten Archei demon, she is second in power. She doesn't much care for this rank, and would sooner be at the bottom. She is, however, second to Lucifer in command of the delightfully fiery pits of Hell. She loves her place there.
Gender: Hermaphroditic
As a Hermaphrodite, one would have both fully functioning reproductive organs. They are also both fertile, giving Scelero both means of producing offspring. But, as he is of both genders, he possess breasts, and can not be singularly be identified as either gender.
Blood Type: A Negative {A-} Though, this is entirely irrelevant, as s/he won't be donating any blood.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Currently writhing in a pit of loneliness
Age: Twenty-and-seven {27}
Scelero only appears to be twenty-seven, but his real age is unknown. He was born before the real mark of time, as well as the creation of the Earth and universe. He cannot be definitively sure of when his birth was, and therefore has no date of birth or zodiac symbol.
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Has none (explained above).
⊱ Born in Heaven, but was cast out.
⊱ Ethnical background includes Celestial means, as well as Demonic placings.
• Hair Colour: A silvery white, but is in actuality blonde. It's a slightly sandy hue, but so much averted from the normal conception of the color in certain lightings.
• Eye Colour: Blood red, with drops of blue and violet. These hues are accented by both moods and lighting, but are more so primarily affected by light.
Distinguished Marking(s):
• Wings:
Scelero's wings are no more. They would have been a color similar to his eyes, but were ripped from her back before her fall. As she was still in the early stages of life when it happened, he was able to grow them back. Only, they were no longer the way they should be. They are skeletal, with only a few feathers. She plucked said feathers and keeps them in a necklace, a reminder of what was and can no longer be.
• Eyes:
Her eyes had always been unusual. They shifted color often in her angelic days of youth, but they now remain a swirl of oddity. The outermost ring of his irises are electric blue, while the rest is a blood red. There are faint drops of violet in them as well, but the light must hit them a certain way for the hues to be revealed.
• Horns and Tail:
Scelero is quite notably the only demon to possess horns and a tail, aside from Lucifer when he wants to look more intimidating. His horns curl in a fashion similar to a ram's, but without the double ringing. A brown hue, more so coffee colored than anything, they stand out against the silvery white of her hair. The tail is a color to match her hair, a sallow white. It starts out thick at the base before tapering as it goes further along to the barbed, almost heart shaped end. It's about as long as she is tall, and razor sharp.
• Elongated Canines:
During her life in Heaven, her teeth were just another sign of things to come. They often broke easily from the force used to knock them in, but grew back as quickly as they came out. Her canines were longer than normal, giving off a nefarious feeling to her. He often presses his lips together to hide them.
• Height: Six foot seven inches
• Weight: One hundred twenty pounds
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❝Beginnings must start from an end. And every end must start with a beginning❞
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❛ STRENGTHS ☇ ♛
• Torture
Torture is something that can be done emotionally, mentally, and physically. Scelero prefers to use the first two means, as they are more destructive than the last. Wounds heal, but mental lacerations last forever.
• Corruption:
Corruption is something that comes easily for her kind. He finds innovative ways to coerce people into the depths of self destruction. Simple phrases are usually a method, but complex persuasion is his main means of crime. "We have sweets" is for the little children.
• Mental Strength:
Scelero has a genius level of intelligence, though he doesn't often voice anything to show it. Some would attribute this to his lack of common sense, which can be further explained by his lack of parenting and love. Mental strength can also be translated to withstanding torture, which is exactly what Scelero can do. Seeing as he had to withstand it all as a child, such a thing is no big deal for her now.
• Physical Strength
Like most demons, Scelero is strong. Her appearance would present this to be otherwise, but he is capable of killing a person with just the slightest movement of a hand. This strength is only enhanced by his Angelic origins, which many would believe is part of his reason for being so high up in the chain of demons.
• Pure Evil:
This is pretty self-explanatory-- or is it? You would assume that a demon, one of her level to say the least, would be riddled to the core with a darkness meant to cast fear into the hearts of every living thing. He has it on the surface, but does it really exist?
In all, one would say that Scelero is the epitome of evil. This is something he will not object to, but doesn't favor. It's not something he particularly chose to be, but the fault was also his own. He can not say otherwise to the accusation of being perverse, either.
❛ WEAKNESSES ☇ ♛
• Desperation for Love:
This desperation contributes to her hunger. When one grows up the way she did, being loved by no one, there is a hole that is left. A void that needs to be filled, no matter the cost. This hole leaves her desperate for the love she can never have, the love from her own parents. No child should be robbed of this, as she so easily had been at her birth.
• Angels
As a former Angel, this would be slightly odd, but it isn't. She wasn't seen as an Angel, not with the mutation he had. It wasn't that he was capable of having some good, it was that he was never expected better than a demon-like life.
• Fear of self:
As he was taught to hate and fear his own creation for much of his life, it only translated into the period of time he has spent as a demon.
• Self Depreciation:
Same as above, however unfortunate it is. When someone is told that they are inferior or a creature that shouldn't be, they would only happen to continue it into their lives for as long as they lived. Some would have it be a factor to break, others to make them. Scelero uses it to break.
These weakness can all be attributed to his sullen life in Heaven. Angels weren't what they were meant to be, not in his eyes. Scelero saw them as an evil, something out to get him. It would seem that way if you were in the same position. Hell was a welcome new home for him.
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❝Love me to death; hate me to life❞
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Part II
Personality:
Trait 1: Hungry
Trait 2: Vicious
Trait 3: Vulgar
Trait 4: Calculating
Trait 5: Patient
Trait 6: Desperate
Trait 7: Needy
Shut your lying wh*re mouth
Scelero was often dismissed as child. He never was able to exhibit any real sort of personality. Now, she has ample time to display such a thing. Beforehand, she was of a more mild temperament, one that was replaced with the freedom of expression given with her fall.
Feed me, you f***ing b*tch
She's hungry, always hungry.
The simple Deadly Sin of Gluttony is one of her biggest personality traits. It's most commonly a hunger for the love she never received, but it is also a physical sort of hunger. If left to her own devices, she'd eat every demon out of house, leaving nothing for them to devour. She'd go as far as to eat the crumbs. On a mental level, she has a hunger for knowledge. She pursues it greatly, and wishes to fill the void which can never be filled with material things.
I look forward to your f***ing end
The anger, oh the mounting anger.
Wrath is another of the Deadly Sins that is clearly shown in Scelero. It manifests as a vicious state, as though a wounded animal were retaliating. At first chance, he wouldn't hesitate to lash out when feeling the need to at anyone he crosses. This aspect of his personality is similar to how his parts would take any chance they could to demean him. So, how better to vent than to take your frustration out on unsuspecting victims.
Forgive my f***ing French, goddammit
That foul mouth of his, just deplorable.
Scelero curses worse than a sailor on a bad day. His way of speaking was so often restricted to silence, that he never took to it until the first expletives tumbled off his lips. They were the forbidden fruits, and he was Eve in both the glories of "punani" and "john-john". If he was given the chance, his entire vocabulary would have been comprised of sexual terms and derogatory slang. Of curse, he was denied this, but it has only made him want to do so more often now.
You'll be dead before the day is done
They say that calculating minds are some of the deadliest.
And with that assumption in mind, Scelero has a deadly one. He likes to observe a situation before he steps in. In his own little way, he will contribute to things that don't involve him, but an indirect way that keeps things in the order they should have been. He holds on to information that he take sin for later usage, and bides his time with it.
Patience is a virtue
This is one thing that he has held on to from his Angelic years.
Aside from being an Angelic quality, this is lightly more so dangerous in his hands. His patience means that he could wait for the longest time before he does anything to someone. They would be mentally attacked with the thought of him biding his time to get them, and this would be seen as a mental torture. The waiting is one thing, the knowing is another.
Save me from drowning in myself
The desperation is just a contributing factor to her hunger.
She's desperate for love, knowledge-- anything there is to be desperate for. When you are robbed of such simple things because of a difference in your biological make-up, it's like killing someone repeatedly. She holds dearly to others when they manage to break down her barriers, to see past the ancient sorrow that fills her. There had only been one person who could have done so, but he has long since passed.
Love me, but don't leave me
Need is a treacherousness thing.
Being needy is the cons of having to be forced from the attention of others. Doing so creates a need to be seen, and to have many other things included in the need to be seen. This ties into her desperation, in which she holds on so tightly she might as well be suffocating them. When you have lost so much, there is a point when you can't lose anymore.
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❝I've loved and I've lost❞
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❛ Likes ☇ ♛
• Braiding: During his time on Earth that he spent away from Hell, he discovered the art of braiding. It was a simple gesture, in hind sight, but it was enough to have him so attached to the activity. Further explained in history
• Horses: These are among the only creatures that he truly has any care for. They are majestic, and in a sense, they return to him the wings he has lost. Further explained in history.
• Dragons: The creatures were ever so fascinating to him, and he was drawn to them as they were to him. The destruct was a thing of beauty, and the smell of burning flesh was too enticing to resist. Further explained in history
•Fire: A thing of beauty, fire is. It is a means of survival and a means of murder. The dragons often gave him this fire, this weapon and artwork. He loved every moment of the blaze smothering out a light of life with flames and smoke.
•Blood: It's a lovely color, isn't it? The bright red compliments his eyes. It looks best when streaming into water, diluting the pure substance in a slow fashion. The viscosity is substantially lower in water than anything else, and watching the small display of color is fascinating.
• Children: They observe the world in a fashion that Scelero finds most interesting. They're open, and loving without needing a cause to be. They're precious souls to be valued, yet can be so cruel to break a soul. It's odd, and intriguing.
❛ Dislikes ☇ ♛
• Angels: How could he not dislike such creatures? They threw him from his home after years of discrimination and cruelty, marking him as a thing rather than a person like the rest of them. They're the one thing he shows any real dislike towards, as they affected him most in his life. They have left a permanent mark that cannot be removed.
•Ignorance: When people are blatantly ignorant to something and don't seem to care. It irks her, and makes her want to do nothing more than murder.
•Flight: This is more so a fear than a dislike. Would you not be terrified to fly after being thrown from unimaginable heights at speeds just as impossible? Certainly, flying is out of the question, though he will resort to it should he need to.
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A history is hard to explain.
There is tragedy, and there is pain.
There is love, and loves lost.
Histories have a way of speaking to us. A way we can choose to ignore, or look to with eagerness to better understand.
The power of a life is like the power of a knife.
We can use our own to blot out another. We can cut down a light in hopes of obtaining the unobtainable.
We can build someone up just to watch them fall.
This power is undeniable, but the price is far too high for us.
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❝Birth of the Unrighteous Little Angel❞
Who is it that you are jealous of?
Me?
The beautiful creature lusted after by all?
Or Me.
The desolate soul loved by none.
The birth of Scelero Dontass Serville Gromag had been anticipated for many days. The event of having two Angels conceive a child was only to be explored with the birth of this child. The dependency on the correct turn out was immense, and when the first strokes of labor arrived, Angels were gathered as a festival. What they hadn't expected was the absolute failure, or what they saw as one.
Around the same time of Scelero's birth, the Angels had seven pairs of female Angels become impregnated by a male partner. This little experiment had been solely conducted by the Angels, The Almighty playing no part in the decision, as he wished for them to learn to do certain things on their own. Of all the Angel pairings, Scelero was the only one of fault. Seeing that this wouldn't affect their results too heavily, they carried out this way of conceiving new Angel children.
The screaming mongrel that was Scelero was first dubbed male, before they happened upon the female genitalia. Such an event was unheard of for the Angels, a child born of two genders. Her mother in turn cursed her, more so figuratively rather than literally, calling her an abomination. She refused to see the newborn throughout her stay in the maternal ward set up for the project. Without the child present, the naming began, and his fate was sealed.
Scelero's father attempted to love the creature that had left his love's womb. Such a thing should have been expected, but others felt quite the opposite. The oddity wasn't welcome in their home, nor would it be near the created and born Angels. Before Scelero could walk, she was discriminated against. It was the one evil that the Angels had shown, or even admit to showing, in all of their history. Such a thing was kept hidden from all others who came after Scelero's birth. They spoke not of the silent law that deemed him unfit for love, patience, attention, or even hatred.
But, the hatred came all the same.
There were countless meetings among the Angels regarding his birth. They wanted to get rid of him in some way. Killing him was out of the question, as to do so would be to break one of God's twelve absolute laws. However, it didn't stop them from thinking it. The Angels debated the course of action for two years after Scelero's birth, keeping him locked away from sight of the other Angels. One of the Elders on the council decided that they would let the general public decide, no matter how ignorant they were to the situation.
At first, the reaction was simple. They were confused, appalled, and fascinated all in one bundle. They'd never heard of such an event, a child of both genders. They treated him as an inferior creature, which he had then believed to be normal. Then, they began the torture.
When Scelero had just turned ten years of age, a group of young Angels crowded around the placid area that had been designated for him, to keep from "contaminating" the cleaner Angels of his age group. They wasted no time in stripping him of his robes, and doing all sorts of things to him. The boys went as far as stomping on his crotch.
He couldn't walk for days, nor would he eat.
This constant abuse continued on into his teenage years, until he decided that hiding would be the best option.
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How does this make me feel? You ask as if truly clueless. My own mother couldn't bear the sight of me. Father, he tried--he really did-- but he couldn't. It wasn't easy to love me, for no one did. I accepted such a thing, and still do. I am of no desirable substance, a tainted purity that can no longer be touched.
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❝The Foulest of Years❞
Some of the worst years of Scelero's life were those first years into adulthood. He had already become an outcast in the system of Angels, watching as they orbited a force that excluded him. This didn't faze him much anymore, having gone through years of this. His school was limited to what his father and mother could stand to teach him, always under the assumption that he was stupid, or would never learn. Without the essential schooling, Scelero was more than a little ignorant.
He was behind, and no one let him forget that.
When Lucifer announced his defiance, Scelero saw it as a cause to join. Why should she be excluded from being part of something bigger? This simple thought was deadly enough to have him cast out.
Part III
It was the final act that broke him, even if he hadn't realized it. His defiance was what gave his mother the chance to destroy him, the creature that left her womb only to humiliate and torture her, as she saw it. She was the one who so gladly ripped his wings from his back. She was the one who relished in his screams as he plunged thousands of feet to the ground, all the while gasping apologies and pleading forgiveness.
When you wish to get rid of something, you do it the best way you can-- when you get the opportunity to do so.
The impact left him scarred and burned for many years. Seeing as he had been one of the first to jump in line to be a part of the resistance against God, Lucifer regarded him with an intrigue that could have been mistaken for a powerful lust. Scelero saw it as so, but had no way to translate any of those emotions back, but to accept the position given to him as the right-hand of the Devil king.
Those first couple years weren't as he had anticipated. The demons that sprouted from Lilith were unruly, and hard to keep in check. Scelero felt as though he were failing his job, the simplest of ones given to him.
So, he took a break from it all on Earth.
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I appreciated being involved in something bigger than me. It made me feel equal, though I knew there were those who had their qualms with me still, and would not see my arrival as welcome news.
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❝The Savage Queen❞
When Scelero first arrived on the surface of the Earth, she was unsure of her location. The land was covered in desert, nearly barren save the few trees and brushes of grass. The first few minutes of peace, that she was beginning to enjoy, were cut short by the thundering of hooves. It was a sound unfamiliar to her, as she had never been part of the many trips down to Earth. The people that rode the four legged beasts, that she later learned to be horses, were exotic and unlike any she'd ever seen before.
Had she not been there any longer, or had one of the horses keeled over and died, she'd never have had the chance to meet him.
It was a small seed that was planted, a small seed of hope. Her horns and tail had not grown in yet, but her teeth and eyes were the oddities that she hid at the time. It must have been those that had intrigued him, or else he would have tried to kill him. It did not matter what was the cause of these fascinating people taking her in. They treated her like a queen, skipping past the level of a slave.
This is were she experienced any sort of intimate interaction for the first time, through the arts of braiding. The men of the tribe did not cut their midnight colored locks, instead braiding them after their first victory as a sign of manhood. To have it cut was to be disgraced, and to never enter the Night Realm, which was what they referred to the afterlife as. Scelero took a liking to this art, and adopted it quickly.
It must have been his doing, the man she later came to love. He filled the void in Scelero's heart, and she had a love for him that she'd never felt before. This small step into hope was something that wouldn't last very long, but the love left behind was enough to keep him moving.
With this man, whose name he keeps guarded at all times, for fear that other demons would find some way to conjure him up and show how much of a disappointment he would be, Scelero learned of exactly how fertile the female organs were. The birth of this child was what both had looked to, before tragedy struck.
Learning the language was his first taste of knowledge, a taste he grew attached to quickly. There were often civilized peoples who'd attempted to make allies with the savage tribe of horse men, and brought with them gifts. The two that she often cherished were books, and dragon eggs.
They came, one by one, as the illusion of precious stones. They were said to be perfectly preserved, but incapable of hatching. Scelero thought otherwise.
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There were no words to express the love I felt for him, or the love he felt for me. It was the price I paid to love, and I'd do it repeatedly to get him by my side again.
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❝A Life will suffice as the price for another life❞
The Angels had found out that the abomination that they had damned had become pregnant, and Scelero became top priority. They devised a plan to indirectly prevent the birth of the child from being born, and from more to be produced. Killing was out of the question for a direct approach, but something indirect could be just as harmful. The savage tribe, known as the Canaanites later, had plans to move north in search of better lands to stay for a while. They had already been a nomadic tribe that ripped through every village they saw, but with the oncoming birth of the chief's child the need for long term placement was at hand.
The village they happened upon within several hours of the Angels' careful planning was wiped out. The men raped the women left from the destruction, and when Scelero saw this, he lashed out. In return for his preventative attitude to save the women from such a thing--the kindness that remained after so many years of hate-- warriors turned. Her husband, married several months into her stay with them, openly listened and agreed with her words. A man of the tribe spat out words of defiance, and small brawl ensued. The man died but her husband received minimal damage. Fear of infection propelled her to ask one of the women she had saved to clean the wounds.
A mistake that he regrets deeply.
A few weeks after said woman had cleaned the wounds, he fell. The great man she'd loved succumbed to infection, dying slowly. She again turned to the same woman for help, who'd voiced her connection to witchcraft. The price for his life was that of another's. They decided on his beloved horse, for the tribe believed them to be connected. In the excitement of the situation, Scelero went into labor. There was only one solution to the issue, and the one woman who could help was communing with the spirits to save her love. They carried her in, forgetting the woman's warning in their haste.
Instead of losing one person dear to her, she lost two.
The woman paid greatly, burned at the stake with all of Scelero's wrath. In that moment, the said dormant eggs hatched, and sprouted out three dragons of beautiful coloring.
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I lost one love, and a son, but gained three children in return. I was unsure of whether to rejoice, or to mourn.
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❝Mother of Dragons, and the Faker of Deaths❞
The hatching of these dragons was a great victory to Scelero. He took care of the precious creatures, and they in turn showed him the love and affection he had missed. There was nothing that could be done to take them away from him.
Except his agelessness.
The people grew restless, seeing how Scelero never aged. She never sprouted the signs of growing old, always looking so much younger than those around her. Such a device was what turned them suspicious, but they continued to love her still. It presented a problem that needed a solution, and the solution was not so clear until it brought itself in the form of an attack.
A group of more civilized men had grown fed up with the thought of a woman leading a mass of dangerous men around the continent. It was unheard of in those days, but she was to be taken down. They struck at night, during the festivities of a birth in the tribe. They slaughtered those around, including two of her dragons. The third was too small to notice slinking under the corpses for cover.
In the early stages of the raid, Scelero had been impaled by a spear. It was enough to present the illusion of death, but she would live through it. When the raid was done, and the man had left, only the demon and the dragon remained. Both vengeful spirits were left to roam the lands in search of those who have robbed them of their family. In their travels, rumors of a strange beast that hid from the eye carried over to Scelero.
Curious as to what the creature was, she found a litter of Hell Hounds, and a dying mother. She pitied the small pups, but the one most pitied was the runt of the litter. She took him in, as did her dragon, and spent the days traveling.
Stories of the House reached her ears, and her hunger for knowledge-- mostly to confirm the stories-- drove her to find it. She resides there now, holding her demonic position to this day.
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❝I will take what is mine with fire and blood. I will kill to have what is stolen back in my arms. Don't ever forget that, and don't expect me to let you forget it. I have traversed the snowy lands, to tell my story and watch it spread. Do so, and be saved.❞
In case everyone is wondering, Scelero can go either way in terms of gender.
| Basic Information |Full name:
Aeron:
Welsh; the name a goddess of war and death who was portrayed as a masculine figure in Welsh mythology, meaning "carnage, slaughter."
Aali:
Arabic; Means "high, lofty, sublime" .
Abandonato:
Italian; Derived from the Latin given name Abandonato which means "forsaken".
Nicknames:
“You can call me whatever you like, baby.”
| Birth |
○Age: Eighteen
○Date of Birth: July 20th
○Place of Birth: Malibu, California
○Time of Birth: 11:11pm
○Nationality: Mainly Italian
○Species: Vampire
○Gender: Male
○Sexuality: Heterosexual
○Zodiac Sign: Cancer
○Blood Type: O
| Relationships |
Relationship Status:
Single; not really looking for anyone
Family:
{Miranda Abandonato (mother) ; deceased [human] }
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
{Thomas Abandonato (father) ; alive [vampire] }
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{Santana Abandonato (sister) ; alive [human] }
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
**I’m going to make her a human charrie later**
| Appearance |
•Hair: Aeron has dark black, thick, wavy hair. It’s normally messy-ish and brushed off to the side.
•Eyes: Aeron has dark brown eyes- sometimes almost black- that “pierce into your soul”.
•Height: Aeron stands six feet two inches tall.
•Weight: Aeron is approximately 160-165 lbs- mostly muscle.
•Skin Tone: Aeron is pretty tan; not too dark or to pale either
•Body Type:
Aeron has a nice build with well-defined back, arm, and torso muscles.
•Distinguished Markings:
{But of course not a girl; just the tattoo ^^ on his neck}
| Personality |
Aeron’s friendly, in a different way. He’s not very trusting and looks down on others like he’s above them, but he’s confident and has no problem going up to anyone and starting a conversation- especially with the ladies. He’s a flirt and a player. Aeron’s not big into intimacy and a serious relationship. He just likes to play with people for fun until he gets bored, and he’s available whenever it’s convenient for him.
Aeron’s not always the nicest guy. He’s sarcastic, stubborn, hard headed, and hates admitting he’s wrong or he lost. He likes to make fun of people, but he doesn’t mean to hurt their feelings.
Aeron has a soft, sentimental side that he only shows to a few people. He can be nice and caring. He’s loyal and defensive to a fault if he finds you’re worth his time.
Aeron’s very possessive and bossy. He likes to be in charge and doesn’t like it when someone above him bosses him around. He’s also possessive of his stuff, so watch out if you mess with anything of his… or him.
Aeron’s defensive and won’t take crap from anyone. If you get up in his face you better watch out.
He’s not afraid of anything or anyone, or at least doesn’t think he is. He’s always looking for a fight and likes to start them for no reason except for his own entertainment.
| History |
Growing up, Aeron hardly got to see his mother. His mother was a human and his father was a vampire, which was forbidden. By some miracle, they had two children; one vampire and one human, who survived. His father believed it was best if the human daughter lived with her human mother, and Aeron, the vampire, lived with his vampire father. Aeron’s dad was constantly getting drunk and bringing home different ladies late at night. He was very detached from Aeron, and Aeron hated him for that. He felt like his father was betraying his mother. Aeron rarely saw his younger sister, as well, since she lived away from them with her mother.
When Aeron was 13, their mother died in an “accident”, but Aeron believed someone had tried to kill his mother, and was obviously successful. Aeron was allowed to see Santana once, before she was moved to a foster family. He was very angry that his sister was not allowed to live with him and their father.
After Aeron’s seventeenth birthday, he left his father and went to go live on his own. He’s been living alone for almost two years now.
| Preferences |
Likes:
♦Cold weather
♦Fighting
♦Getting on people’s nerves
♦Flirting
♦Sweets
♦Sports/ competition
♦Music
♦Clubs/ casinos
♦Sleeping
♦Eating
♦Knives
Dislikes:
♣Annoying people
♣Clingy people
♣Losing
♣Being wrong
♣Work
♣Bright, poppy colors
Strengths:
●Fighting
●Speed
●Strength
●Outwitting
●Throwing objects
●Drawing
●Hiding
Weaknesses:
♠Tickling
♠Cocky to a fault
♠Too untrusting
| Other |
{I think I might add to him later, but done for now.}
oh okay. Thank you. sorry about that.
Thank you. c: I'll finish him asap.
Full Name: Osiris Midnight Heart
Nicknames: none
Birth
Age: 19
Date of Birth: February 28th, 1994
Place of Birth: Wyoming
Time of Birth: 5:55am
Species: Human (I'd like her to become a vampire though)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Blood Type: O Negative
Relationships
relationship Status: single
Family:
--Mother: Julia
--Father: CJ
--Brother: Hunter
--Brother: Skylar
--Sister: Maddy
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Hair: very dark brown almost black
Eyes baby blue
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 176lbs
Skin Tone: Light Brown
Body Type: beautiful and sturdy
Distinguished Markings: Tattoos; (view spoiler)
Personality
Osiris is very headstrong, she inherits that from her father and mother. She has a free spirit and goes wherever the wind takes her, she also inherits that from her mother, but mostly her grandmother. She inherits her patience from her grandfather and her temper from him as well. Not very many people have traits that they inherited from their family members but she does.
Osiris is kind and gentle when it comes to people being hurt or are not feeling well, her parents said she could make a very good doctor if she went to college for it. But she doesn't want to be a doctor, she wants to be a mythologist. Her grandparents say that she would be a natural for that job since she is named after the Egyptian god of death. She agrees with them. One thing Osiris is very well known for is that she will not back down from a challenge or give up until the odds are won or loss.
History:
Osiris's parents raised her in Wyoming, but then they moved to Illinois and she hasn't been back since she was three. She wishes to return there someday and find the house where she was raised and the places in the woods that she used to play in as a child. That has always been her life long dream, and she believes that someday she will succeed that dream. When she was twelve, Osiris moved again to another state and hasn't been back to Illinois but once on a trip with her parents to Montana.
Osiris was very close to her grandmother, she was closer to her than she was her own mother. This made her mother angry and that is why they moved away from Illinois, Osiris still is in touch with her grandmother through letters and phone calls, but hasn't spoken to her since she was twelve. Her grandmother always sends her pictures of the fun things her and her grandfather do that she would've enjoyed if she were there with them. She has thought about running away to Illinois a couple times and was more than happy when she moved out of her parents house and into her own.
She has lived by herself since she was seventeen, Osiris has been saving for a trip to Illinois since before she turned fifteen. She still sees her parents from time to time and eats dinner with them on rare occasions, they have decided to travel the country in a RV and see what there is to see. Eventually they plan to travel the world in that same RV, they're positive that they won't die by then. Her parents had tried to get her to travel with them but she refused, she told them she would rather live on her own for a time before she did anything major.
Preferences
Likes
+Partying
+Proving people wrong
+Night walks/runs through the woods
Dislikes
-Being proved wrong
Strengths
+Her ability to believe in herself
+Her beauty
Weaknesses
-Being headstrong
Other
A wolf named Mountain (view spoiler)
Nicknames: none
Birth
Age: 19
Date of Birth: February 28th, 1994
Place of Birth: Wyoming
Time of Birth: 5:55am
Species: Human (I'd like her to become a vampire though)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Blood Type: O Negative
Relationships
relationship Status: single
Family:
--Mother: Julia
--Father: CJ
--Brother: Hunter
--Brother: Skylar
--Sister: Maddy
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Hair: very dark brown almost black
Eyes baby blue
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 176lbs
Skin Tone: Light Brown
Body Type: beautiful and sturdy
Distinguished Markings: Tattoos; (view spoiler)
Personality
Osiris is very headstrong, she inherits that from her father and mother. She has a free spirit and goes wherever the wind takes her, she also inherits that from her mother, but mostly her grandmother. She inherits her patience from her grandfather and her temper from him as well. Not very many people have traits that they inherited from their family members but she does.
Osiris is kind and gentle when it comes to people being hurt or are not feeling well, her parents said she could make a very good doctor if she went to college for it. But she doesn't want to be a doctor, she wants to be a mythologist. Her grandparents say that she would be a natural for that job since she is named after the Egyptian god of death. She agrees with them. One thing Osiris is very well known for is that she will not back down from a challenge or give up until the odds are won or loss.
History:
Osiris's parents raised her in Wyoming, but then they moved to Illinois and she hasn't been back since she was three. She wishes to return there someday and find the house where she was raised and the places in the woods that she used to play in as a child. That has always been her life long dream, and she believes that someday she will succeed that dream. When she was twelve, Osiris moved again to another state and hasn't been back to Illinois but once on a trip with her parents to Montana.
Osiris was very close to her grandmother, she was closer to her than she was her own mother. This made her mother angry and that is why they moved away from Illinois, Osiris still is in touch with her grandmother through letters and phone calls, but hasn't spoken to her since she was twelve. Her grandmother always sends her pictures of the fun things her and her grandfather do that she would've enjoyed if she were there with them. She has thought about running away to Illinois a couple times and was more than happy when she moved out of her parents house and into her own.
She has lived by herself since she was seventeen, Osiris has been saving for a trip to Illinois since before she turned fifteen. She still sees her parents from time to time and eats dinner with them on rare occasions, they have decided to travel the country in a RV and see what there is to see. Eventually they plan to travel the world in that same RV, they're positive that they won't die by then. Her parents had tried to get her to travel with them but she refused, she told them she would rather live on her own for a time before she did anything major.
Preferences
Likes
+Partying
+Proving people wrong
+Night walks/runs through the woods
Dislikes
-Being proved wrong
Strengths
+Her ability to believe in herself
+Her beauty
Weaknesses
-Being headstrong
Other
A wolf named Mountain (view spoiler)
Full Name | Jordan leigh RossmanNicknames: Jordy
| Birth |
○Age: 15
○Date of Birth: January 19
○Place of Birth: USA
○Time of Birth: 8:06 pm
○Species: ((To make it complicated. Just kidding.)) Jordan was born a vampire and a witch. She was turned into a vampire when she was 12.
○Gender: Female
○Sexuality: Straight
○Zodiac Sign (Optional): http://www.funmaximum.com/images/zodi...
○Blood Type (Optional): A
Relationships: never dated anyone
Relationship Status: single
Family: She was abandoned when was turned into a vampire.
| Appearance |
At least one picture or link.
https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...
•Hair: brown
•Eyes: brown
•Height: 6''
•Weight: 147 lbs
•Skin Tone: tan
•Body Type: A
•Distinguished Markings: none
| Personality |
At Least Two Paragraphs.
Jordan is a nice and caring person. She is a talkative person, but she will be quiet if she is tired or in a bad mood. Ever since her family abandoned her, she doesn't get ahold of anybody from her old town.
She tries to keep her kind a secret. She doesn't want to tell anyone anything, unless she knows them really well. She helps people in time of need.
| History |
At Least Three Paragraphs.
When she was 12, she was turned into a vampire. She hated the fact that she was pratically shunned in the front door of her house. Everyone was there to see her leave. She even saw her friends, but they were wanting to go with her. She loved going around the town and just flying. It felt good for her to be flying and the wind hitting her wings. She missed that and never getting into trouble. When she was shunned, she didn't want to do that, because she was afraid to be seen and taken into a place and being experimented on. She had nightmares about that day for a year.
| Preferences |
Likes: She loves to many things that it's to much to say.
Dislikes: She is very picky and silver.
Strengths: She hasn't found any of her strengths.
Weaknesses: She can't touch silver, or she will be in entence pain.
| Other |
(Photo Credit:)
| Full Name | Elijah Johanson
Nicknames: None
| Birth |
○Age: 22 – (!863)
○Date of Birth: July 21st
○Place of Birth: Scottland
○Time of Birth: 9:54 pm
○Species: Vampire
○Gender: Male
○Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationships
Relationship Status
Single, he doesn’t really want a relationship
Family
Brother: Nick
Sister: Rebeka
Brother: Finn
| Appearance |
(view spoiler)
•Hair: A dark brown
•Eyes: Navy blue color
•Height: 6’2
•Weight: 192
•Skin Tone: Pale
•Body Type: Muscular and built
•Distinguished Markings: None
| Personality |
Elijah doesn’t play games, and often times gets to the point. He’s also a strong believer that if you give your word you should go through with it, no if ands or buts about it. He doesn’t fear any other vampire- other than his hybrid brother. Even then his brother probably doesn’t plan to stake him and put him in a coffin any time soon, so he finds himself very safe. Those who dare to defy him will not be trialed or given a second chance, they will simply be killed on the spot.
| History |
Elijah is what one may consider an original vampire- very powerful and very legendary. He doesn’t make a big deal of it- and doesn’t find a need to point it out to anyone, that may also be do to the fact everyone knows it. He was born in England, one sister, five brothers. One day his younger brother was killed by what were considered to be werewolves at the time- this caused his mother to become very worried about her remaining children’s lives, due to her being the original witch she began to throw herself into a darker magic, one that she would soon later regret.
Their mother turned them into vampires, a decision in which they had no choice in the matter- the town feared them and they craved blood. One of his brothers- known as Niklaus- was soon later found to be a hybrid (half werewolf half vampire) this fact proved he wasn’t the son of their acclaimed father. He became infuriated soon killing his mother. Elijah’s brother as well as his sister Rebeka and himself made a pact. ”Always and Forever” Of course as soon as their brother started sticking daggers in their hearts that wasn’t so much a true belief. They also had their two other brothers who honestly wanted nothing to do with them- and soon later were daggered themselves. Nick carried around the coffins of his siblings, Rebeka only have been daggered for barely two decades. Elijah came back soon after her making no attempts to stay around as he quickly disappeared into this small town life, no one questioning his sudden appearance or why he was there. He quickly became a much respected elder; his only fear is the possibility that his brother will find him despite all odds- but he does not try to dwell upon the fact.
| Preferences |
Likes
~Blood, it’s his only main source of survival. Of course he’s gone plenty of years without it in the past, but he does indeed need it. He often doesn’t kill his prey- but often drains them to the point they wish they were dead.
~Being in charge~ it gives him a sense of leadership, something that has been very common through his life. He’s always willing though to take a step back until he is eventually needed.
Dislikes
~Arrogant young vampire who think they know the way of life
~His brother Nick, and yet there’s still that unconditional love
Strengths
~Family: Although his brother may consider it to be a weak thing he’s always seen it as a way to make a person more powerful as well as give them a reason to fit. And along with family becomes an unconditional love.
Weaknesses
~He generally prefers to think he has none. Of course being staked in the heart with white oak ashes could be one, but knowing his brother is the only one with that kind of supply is quite a reassurance.
| Other |
(Kind of based of Elijah from Vamp Diaries if you’ve seen the show :P)
➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ© Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
(view spoiler)
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
↻ Pᴀʀᴛ Oɴᴇ
«Ｕｎｄｅｒｎｅａｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｆｅｍｉｎｉｎｅ ｅｘｔｅｒｉｏｒ,
ｔｈｅｒｅ ｉｓ ｍａｓｃｕｌｉｎｉｔｙ ｔｈａｔ ｆｅｅｌｓ ｉｎｆｅｒｉｏｒ»
【 Mɪᴄᴀʜ 】 Mɪᴋʜᴀɪʟ Tsᴀʀ
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『 〓 』• Pronounced |muh-ee-KAH | mee-khah-EEL | Zz-AR |
• Micah is the name of several people in the Hebrew Bible (Old Testament), and means "who is like God?". The name is sometimes found with theophoric extensions. Suffix theophory in Yah and in Yahweh results in Michaiah or Michaihu (Hebrew: מִיכָיְהוּ, Modern Mikhayhu Tiberian Mîḵā́yhû), meaning who is like Yahweh? Suffix theophory in El results in Michael (Hebrew: מִיכָאֵל, Modern Mikha'el Tiberian Mîḵāʼēl), meaning "who is like God?"
• Russian form of MICHAEL, and a variant Bulgarian transcription of MIHAIL. This was the name of two Russian tsars. It was also borne by the former Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev (1931-).
• Tsar (Tzar, Czar, or Csar; Bulgarian, Serbian and Ukrainian: цар; Russian: царь [tsarʲ] (help·info)) is a title used to designate certain European Slavic monarchs or supreme rulers. As a system of government in the Tsardom of Russia and Russian Empire, it is known as Tsarist autocracy, or Tsarism. The term is derived from the Latin word Caesar, which was intended to mean "Emperor" in the European medieval sense of the term - a ruler with the same rank as a Roman emperor, holding it by the approval of another emperor or a supreme ecclesiastical official (the Pope or the Ecumenical Patriarch) - but was usually considered by western Europeans to be equivalent to king, or to be somewhat in between a royal and imperial rank.
Occasionally, the word could be used to designate other, secular, supreme rulers. In Russia and Bulgaria the imperial connotations of the term were blurred with time, due to the medieval translations of the Bible, and, by the 19th century, it had come to be viewed as an equivalent of King.
【 Mɪᴋᴋʏ 】
Mikky isn't his favorite nickname, and he doesn't like nicknames in the least. He does make exceptions to who can call him what.
░▓░Gender Masculine ⇝ Male, with tinges of female
♂┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Derived from the chromosome
┗━━━━━━━━━┛『xy』
░▓░Sexuality
[Relationship Status] Single
░▓░Age Twenty ⇝ 20
░▓░Place of Birth Abakan ⇝ Russia
⊱ Nationalities Russian, American
⊱ Ethnicities Russian, German, Austrian
░▓░Date of Birth October 30th ⇝ 1:32 AM
⊱ Zodiacal symbol ♏ ➠ Scorpio ➠ (view spoiler)
«I have a special set of skills»
[Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs]
[ Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ]
While Micah may be a hunter, no one really knows what he is. He appears to be human, but the genes from his mother could say otherwise. He isn't even sure what he is, as he doesn't exhibit any of her characteristics, or any from his father. This isn't to say that he has any idea of what he is, or if it's confirmed that he's human. In the recent search for his mother, he has turned up a few clues as to what she was, and that might lead into what he is. There isn't much of a plan in terms of finding her, and hunting seemed like a good way to do some interrogation and covering up his tracks by not being held back by loose ends that he has to keep living.
Tʜᴇ Bᴇɪɴɢ
▐▒ Face Claim Rooney Mara
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▐☸▒ Micah isn't a male with many masculine features, save the lone indicator between his legs. Born with ambiguous genitalia, he has the exterior appearance of a female from the waist up. It's a struggle he's had to deal with for much of his life, and it has come to the point where he no longer finds it to be much of a bother. Now, to move on to a more detailed description of his current medical dilemma.
Micah isn't exactly the tallest person, reaching the maximum altitude of five feet and six inches. He's just above average, and doesn't much care for the comments that can come with the knowledge of his combined height and medical condition. He weighs a solid hundred thirty pounds, which is all thanks to his fast metabolism. He doesn't put on much weight due to the constant burning of fat. With a slender frame, he quite thankfully has little to no noticeable curves. Being a male as opposed to a female has lead him to some turmoil that he can't often single out to solve. Despite being small in stature, he has a rather long torso with proportionally long arms that aren't muscular whatsoever.
Upon a triangular visage sits a rather fair complexion. There have been a number of comments that link him close to porcelain dolls, and he's no fan of them. His raven black tresses stop just by his shoulders, and although this presents him to be more feminine, he hasn't had the motivation to cut it. His eyes often have the appearance of being sunken in or sleep deprived, but it's mostly the latter. His oculars are a dark blue color, but can be regarded as a darker green in certain lights. Another thing to note is that he does have eyebrows; they've simply been dyed blonde. His lips are thin, and rather pale, even against his skin.
The last thing to focus on is his voice. It's just as feminine as the rest of him, but has the faint tinges of masculinity. It is heavily accented, and he prefers to keep it that way, without any dilution.
||☳|| [ Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟs ]
⊱ Hair Pigmentation Raven Black
⊱ Eye Pigmentation Turbulent Blue/Shadowed Green
⊱ Altitude 5 ft 6
⊱ Ponderosity 130 lbs
⊰⊱ Distinguishing Marks
▶ Tattoos
(view spoiler) The rest can be seen in the pictures.
▶ Piercings: also seen in the pictures, as he sticks to the facial area for his piercings.
||☳|| [ Sᴛʏʟᴇ ]
Micah has a peculiar style that normally consists of black clothing, and pants that are made with the sag in them. His hair is a mess of styling most of the time, and he never has a clear idea of what he wants to do with it. Moving down to his feet, they are perpetually clad in combat boots until whenever it is that he is scheduled to die. He prefers that over the option of women's foot wear. There was a time when he had been forced to wear women's clothing, but that awkward period has long since passed and he is eternally grateful for that fact.
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⊱ Trait
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↥ Cᴏɴᴛ'ᴅ Fʀᴏᴍ Aʙᴏᴠᴇ➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
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⊱ Trait
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«Something like the holocaust»
Micah is more of an introverted person, and tends to keep to himself as much as possible, even during missions. He isn't one of the introverts that is shy and timid, but simply doesn't believe in human interaction being of any benefit to him. People aren't his favorite things in the world, and he doesn't feel that he needs to speak with them. In this sense, it makes him a quiet person.He's fine with being called as such, but isn't a label to place on him that works effectively. Just be careful of how you intend to break him out of his reservation, as it can result in some form of violence if not done properly.
Calculation is only reasonable in Micah's field of work. What he does requires quite a bit of calculation, and a meticulous nature only further advances any advantage already gained. Micah has a knack for being exceptional calculative, and it is both a strength and weakness. Taking his time to take in every detail shows how much he has to observe, and the meticulous side of him won't allow for any fine detail being missed, even if it's as small as can be. Micah would simply dismiss it as part of his job when confronted on how well he does, and will make no move to correct statements of genius unless they are more far-fetched than he's willing to allow it to go.
Micah will most definitely tell you if he doesn't have a particular liking to you. He doesn't have the mindset to withhold such information, especially if it will get in the way of later interactions, or avoided interactions. In a sense, he can be seen as cruel because of how blunt he is, and the way he often delivers the truth of the situations at hand. This cruelty is just about as far as it extends to, and he has no real intention of turning it into anything else. Should it get past the avenue of truth, it's likely that you've done something to anger him in some way, or you've made the mistake of touching his equipment.
If one were to break the reserved exterior of Micah in a haphazard manner, it would elicit the appearance of a more violent side of him. He will raise to a level of aggression in a peculiar manner that would be similar to the anger of a mother towards her child in some instances. He would present a calm facade that snaps just before he displays violent tendencies linked to an elevated aggression. Micah doesn't normal display such a temperament, and can be kept calm in most situations. He finds that there are some triggers that are far more dangerous to pull than that of a gun.
As a result of Micah being a quiet and reserved soul, he's naive to a great deal of the world. His lack of participation in what goes on outside of a mission leads to the lack of him having any experience of the things around him. This also leads him to be quite curious. It contradicts his reserved nature, but has a tendency to stray out from his usual sideline activity. This could often get him into situations of trouble that he can sometimes get himself out of without much help, or assistance.
░▓░Adulation
✓ Silence
✓ Thinking
✓ Chess
✓ Being able to not have use of a gun
✓ Rain
✓ Storms
✓ Technology
░▓░Abhorrence
✗ His equipment being touched
✗ Being flirted with by the male population
✗ Sunshine
✗ Loud places
✗ People
░▓░Fortitude
☰Cerebral☰
♦ Calculation
To be able to calculate anything faster than a computer could is indeed a strength, and there have been a number of speculators who believed that this might be a sign of variance.
♦ Comprehension
Micah displays an ability to comprehend things faster than most subjects would be able to. This is again considered part of some form of variance, but it's usually dismissed.
♦ Memory
Micah has an eidetic memory, meaning he can recall sounds, images, and smells with complete precision without the requirement of some form of repetition.
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♦ Precision
Micah has a knack for hitting things on the mark, even if he doesn't shoot too often. It's probably the only reason they allow him to be in the field.
░▓░Decrepitude
☰Cerebral☰
♢ Emotional Control
Micah has a good time keeping most of his emotions in check, but there are a few that slip more often than most. Anger, for one, and the absolute disparity that can sometimes be found in the tone of his voice is another than he has yet to become to the master of.
♢ Concentration
Yes, Micah can keep himself concentrated if he works hard, but he often gets bored of the tasks he's been assigned to, and strays from what he needs to do.
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♢ Strength
No, Micah isn't the pillar of strength, and it's a wonder he even took up the occupation of hunting at all.
♢ Stamina
Micah doesn't do well with stamina. It has to be one of the downsides of his physique being so haphazard, even if he doesn't put on weight. No, the act of weight gain may be hard, but staying in line with everyone on a morning run is just as difficult for him. It's not that he's at all out of shape; he just wasn't built for running the distance and speed required of him.
Σ||Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ↭ Gᴏ
◤Mɪᴄᴀʜ Mɪᴋʜᴀɪʟ Tsᴀʀ◥
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▆↜Ⓜ▐▐ The day before Halloween, and the only activity buzzing in the halls of a Russian hospital after midnight was the labor of a young woman, or someone who appeared to be so.
The night had brought forth a storm like no other, and it shook even the sturdiest of buildings. The power had gone out, but the generators had failed to start up. The lives of many in the hospital were at stake, even the small child that was currently attempting to enter the world whilst his mother's screams contributed to the frantic panicking of doctors, nurses, medical aids, and more. The patients had even lifted up complaints of the woman's terrible wailing.
One old woman in particular had requested that the husband deal with the woman's irritating suffering in some manner, and it gave pause to the doctors. The woman had come in on her own, and assured them that the father of the child would arrive after her. That had been declared nearly five hours ago, and the speed of her labor had not once progressed past her excruciating pain.
The concerned both doctors and nurses involved in her delivery, and they sought an answer by means of the woman herself. The one moment that the noise had died down was by far the most troubling for them, and would eventually lead to a decision on the woman's part. A decision that would change the lives of many in the hospital at the time.
The true beginnings of labor began as they questioned the woman, to which she didn't answer a good deal of them. There was also the factor of most being deceptive answers that would turn up no results in future searches, aside from her name.
"Ma'am, I need to ask you your name," was the first question to leave a timid doctor as he stared at the blonde in labor before him. Her eyes were a hazy blue, but at this moment they almost appeared to be violet. Her gaze turned incredulous, like she hadn't given the information upon her arrival.
"Where is your husband," the doctor managed to get out over the terrible wailing of the woman. Her skin glistened with the sweat of the effort she used to straighten herself up on the hospital bed, reaching over to the doctor asking her the questions. Hand clasping around the collar of his shirt, she pulled him forward roughly, and began to state her claims.
"I have been in labor for the past five hours," she started, "I don't need your questions unless they help me get this baby out. He's been waiting for eight months, and I really think he's ready now to see the world. Now, if we could get on with this, I'd like for my hormones to get back in check, and see my son."
The doctor, thoroughly intimidated by the hormonal woman in the process of giving birth to her first child, nodded in response and set about aiding a new life into the world.
However, as the labor progressed, something began to happen to the woman. Her voice went hoarse, even with the long drawls of agonizing pain that slid up her throat and into the halls, they held a more raspy quality than they should have. Her eyes dulled of the youth they showed, slowly aging ahead of her current appearance. Her skin followed suit after, shriveling and spotting with age marks.
One nurse screamed, and panic again broke out at the medical mystery that was beginning to baffle the doctor's. The woman aging exponentially, and no one knew what was causing it. They hadn't been involved in any variant activity and such was what lead them to be ignorant to the fact that a variance of the aging sort was wearing off.
The woman again leaned forward, this time taking more effort than the first.
The next several minutes were the worst that would pass over the remainder of each person's lifetime, which would end shortly after. The child was delivered, but by the woman herself. The doctors and nurses lay gasping for breath, aged years ahead of their time as the woman returned to the youthful appearance she had arrived with. Taking careful steps over the body and holding on to a squirming and screaming newborn boy, she made her escape into the tumultuous night.
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▆↜Ⓜ▐▐ The first sign of Micah's unusual predicament was when he was six.
He began to take on feminine features, starting with the growth of his hair and the shaping of his face. Being six, he didn't much take notice of it, and thought that it was natural. His mother, doctors, and peers of his kindergarten class thought otherwise. Now, his mother had always been understanding and what mother isn't supposed to love their child? She treated it as any other appearance of his, and began to register him in school as a female. The action wasn't in a means of choosing what he was supposed to be, but was a means of protection that a young Micah didn't quite understand.
He didn't understand why he was being forced into girl's clothes, or going with the girls when it came time to change clothing.
The first happening of his exposure in school was an innocent trip to the bathroom. He'd become used to sitting down when the need for the emptying of bladder came, but something was telling him otherwise
↧ Cᴏɴᴛ'ᴅ Bᴇʟᴏᴡ
↥ Cᴏɴᴛ'ᴅ Fʀᴏᴍ Aʙᴏᴠᴇ➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
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on that day. He strode into the boy's bathroom without a care and went as he would without the hindrance of the pretense of being a female. Unfortunately for him, a student from the neighboring classroom had also had the mind to use the restroom as well.
The act in itself was innocent to both parties, but in respect to the young man, he did walk into the bathroom to find a seven year old girl with suspected cooties lifting up her dress and holding something he thought only little boys should have. The look of panic that crossed both boys faces was to result in a stern put down on part of Micah by his school's principal. No, they didn't believe what he was doing was right, but he'd gotten so adjusted to this way of life, that it'd begun to seem right.
It was a choice he made of his own sound judgement to continue portraying a female, and restrain himself to the confines of feminine areas, especially when puberty decided to gift him with even more feminine features.
For six more years he was burdened with the hopes and crushing blows of ever being what he truly was: male. It was hard on him and his family, but they endured. His mother was the most reverent about sticking with what they'd decided on, even if his father began to grow disgusted with his only son.
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▆↜Ⓜ▐▐ Micah's first friendship was something other than that to the other party.
Micah had begun a friendship with the young boy that had ratted him out to his principal at the tender age of seven. The two had split when Micah had moved schools, but when they had reunited in the eighth grade, both weren't the same.
Puberty had not given Micah the chance to be much of a male in appearance, especially not with the growth of more feminine indicators. Albeit they were rather minuscule, they were noticeable to draw attention from the same gender with the guise of being the opposite one. He had been flirted with quite endlessly by hormonal and prepubescent boys who would later discover that the she was actually a he, emphasis on the masculine indicator dangling between his legs when he used the restroom.
Micah's mother had been able to get him into a educational institute that allowed for him to dress as a female, but use all the male facilities with ease. This, of course, was done in a manner that included a number of scandalous pictures of the principal and underage girls in compromising positions. Yes, it would otherwise be known as blackmail, but Micah's mother wasn't one to be technical when it came to her children, and didn't waste her breath with bargaining unless she had some leverage.
Now, the young man who'd previously gotten Micah removed from school had forgotten about the ordeal with a year or two of therapy. His name was Richard, which he had shortened to Rich towards amiable presences. Having forgotten, when he'd laid eyes on an older Micah, he saw only the feminine exterior. The process of them even becoming friends was a rocky one, as Micah wasn't someone who forgot very easily, and that Rich had been persuaded to befriend the young male through a bet.
At any rate, they became friends, and the opposing party began to develop something else entirely. The question of sexuality was further clouded by the question of sexual identity, and neither party was quite sure of how to answer either of those questions without disrupting the peace of each party. One assumed that the two of them were dating, which would be rich. He bought Micah gifts that were rather expensive with the pretense of courtship, which was not seen as so by Micah.
Micah called off the confusing affair before it could go much further, which it had almost done so when Rich attempted to make lip to lip contact with Micah on numerous occasions. It was clear to say that Rich later wanted close to nothing to do with him for the better part of their middle school career. However, after the first couple days of the ninth grade in the confines of all the same classrooms, they settled the differences and became the friends that they should have been before.
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▆↜Ⓜ▐▐ The decision for change was everything that Micah needed, but didn't want.
His mother had always been a floaty type of person, someone who wasn't very easy to find in true times of need that involved people other than his younger sister or himself. She would just disappear for a few hours, leaving in a huff and coming back in a far better mood.
Micah's father suspected her of cheating, but had never seemed to have the heart to confront her about it until a drunken night in August that he followed the woman to her usual hunting ground for her variance.
The children had been strapped into the backseat of the truck that had been used as a familial transport for the better part of their lives. The swerving of the car gave them no reassurance that they would be walking out of the car in the next half our breathing or intact.
They attempted to persuade the man to pull over and let the next designated driver take over, which would be Micah as he had turned seventeen the year earlier. His father just continued on with his drunken mess of driving, endangering every single person on the road. The trio arrived at a bar that Galina Tsar had pulled into not minutes before.
When they stepped inside, what they had expected to find was a flirtatious mood with their mother in the midst of adultery, but instead they found a bar full of aging men and women and the lone blonde standing in the middle of them. Her features were far more youthful than they had been when she'd left that evening to do what it was that she did.
Many were still breathing, even if it were as shallow as a dying breath- most of them were- and those already dead were old beyond imagining. They looked as though they would blow away in the wind coming form an open door in the back. Shocked from his hazy stupor, Micah's father crossed to his wife, who was just about as shocked to see him there. They stood there, staring for a very long as if they were seeing each other for the first time, but not in the romantic way that should have occurred.
The look of pure hate filled the next moment as his father stared out at the creature before him, who held a pleading expression as she began to steadily back up. In the moment that Micah blinked, he lost both his parents. His mother ran out first, and was followed closely behind by his father. They went out the back, a shot ran out, and his father returned to the bar in a haze of adrenaline and anger. There was no blood, but he appeared as if he wanted blood to be spilled. It seemed that the knowledge of her being a variant was something worse than her cheating.
Micah suspected that his mother was dead, but his father wouldn't be so angry if she truly was.
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▆↜Ⓜ▐▐ With aging, came a knowledge unknown to most.
Micah made the decision to leave the home and comfort he'd known for a very long time to pursue his mother. It took a toll on his father, who had slipped in and out of disowning his only son to settle for regarding him as a disgrace for ever having been born. He understood that his genes were a good deal of the reason why his son was the way he was, but it didn't bother him in the least bit.
The two had never gotten along, and there wasn't ever a possibility for the two of them to. No, to his father his genes were tainted with that of a thing that had whittles its way into his life. It took the best years of his life, and he was not one to be happy about it.
The entire family knew how he felt about that kind. To say what they were was like raising Satan from his sleep.
So, unable to stand what the disappearance of his mother had created, Micah left for a career that would bring him closer to finding her. He resolved that he'd find her, get his young sister, and leave the anger of his father behind.
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Galina Tsar
(☰) ╯x ┊❝ Mother / Missing ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 10 out of 10
Mikhail Tsar
(☰) ╯x ┊❝ Father / Alive ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥ 3 out of 10
Astrid Tsar
(☰) ╯x ┊❝ Younger Sister / Alive ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 10 out of 10
| Full Name | David Baux RoseNicknames: Dave
| Birth |
○Age: 19
○Date of Birth: 7th of September 1994
○Place of Birth: Salt lake city Utah
○Time of Birth: 11:46 P.M
○Species: Human
○Gender: Male
○Sexuality: Straight
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Relationships
Relationship Status: single
Family: came from a completely normal upbringing
| Appearance |
At least one picture or link.http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia...
•Hair: Blonde
•Eyes:Blue
•Height: 6"1
•Weight:85 kg mostly muscle
•Skin Tone: white
•Body Type: Muscly and toned
•Distinguished Markings: a scar across his back from a bear encounter
| Personality |
At Least Two Paragraphs.
He is a very conceding person, not ever really wanting a confrontation however if he does get into one he never loses. He also likes to do all of his spiteful hateful actions in private and rather they never know it was him he doesn't gloat about hurting someone's feeling like some people. He's a very loyal character in relationships but to everyone else he's just about as deceitful and menacing as a cobra.
He has no problem being controlled but given the choice he would take freedom (as most would). He sometimes thinks about a rumoured "rebel movement" but he's the kind of character that assumes they wouldn't save him, that he's not worth saving. He does in fact love to love though and has no problem trusting someone and that can sometimes be his downfall. He is also a very easygoing guy that can be manipulative and malicious when he needs to be.
| History |
At Least Three Paragraphs.
He grew up to a I guess you could say fortunate family they always lived comfortably and always had enough money to do all the things they wanted to do vacations private schools etc. His early years consisted of trips to the damn and the beach, learning how to water ski at 6 and he quickly became known as "monkey boy" because of his obsession with climbing. He also developed a habit of getting sweet revenge on his sisters too bad he always got in trouble.
9-13 these were his favourite years he did the most climbing and he also learnt to build computers to make his own money. He played with friends all the time and did everything he wanted to do with the money he had coming in from his pc building "business". But it was around this time that his dad encountered kidney failure and so his days became darker and he found he had to give his mum money to pay bills and to live. This was hard for David because he was never the sharing type.
13 onward His dad died when he was 15 which led his mother to commit suicide, at that point his sisters were taken to a childs home and he ran away to live on the streets. Until something told him he should go visit California with the little money he made begging he could be a beach-goer and a partier and maybe even meet mrs right so he set off only to walk into the wrong neighbourhood and before he knew it he was infront of a huge crowd of vampires from what he could tell all of them wanted to be his "master"
| Preferences |
Likes
friendship
girls
skiing
his free time
Dislikes
confrontation
school
overprotectiveness
Strengths
muscly
smart
Weaknesses
hates confrontation
is sorta depressed and has no real will to live
| Other |
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{Part I}
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❝If you could only see the best you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free❞
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Neliet Satanophilia Melmark Ragnarok Tu Obdershvank
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Nel-he-uht | | Sah-tahn-oh-phee-le-uh | | Mel-marc | | Rag-nor-oc | | Tuh-oo || Ob-duhr-sh-vahnk | |
• The translation of the name Neliet is a demonic phrase used to symbolize loyalty among the Archei Demons. Having it moved to this Hell Hound was a particularly excellent idea.
• The first of his three middles names is derived from the Devil himself. Satan is taken from the Hebrew name of when Satan was an Angel. That name, Hasatan, meant simply and quite fittingly the accuser. This name, of course, corresponds with his actions in the Book of Job. Satanophilia is the philia for the obsessive love of Satan. This was given to him by Scelero as a way to show further loyalty to the Dark Prince. Melmark...it's something further unknown. There is no found definition, and it isn't a term used in any way as slang. It simply was, and Nel is content with knowing that. Ragnarok, however, has to be the one with the most symbolic definition to ever be proclaimed. It's part of Norse mythology, stated to be equivalent to the end of the world. It was said to be the time when all the gates of Valhalla would open up, and all past warriors would flood through in an endless stream. They would come down to Earth, and the final battle of the world would commence. This is indeed a powerful name to have, and isn't often said aloud. Better to not be said aloud, even for Nel's standards.
• Tu Obdershvank isn't what his last name is. It's what Scelero was able to discern from his mother dying breaths. It was indeed saddening to watch his mother die a slow death, but he was more so elated when Scelero found a way to bring her back. However, the price paid was a little more than too high for her.
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❝Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart❞
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Appearance:
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A: PPARITIONAL APPEARANCE
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|| ♛ || Neliet is of average height, somewhere in the middle of five feet. He weighs in at around a hundred forty-five, most of which is a bit of muscle weight. He's not lanky, but muscled enough to suffice for his line of work. He has long limbs, but they are still proportional with the rest of his body. His shoulders are broad and wide, but not of the average male width. They're slightly slender and feminine, but he doesn't much care for it. His complexion is fair, with his face dotted with a few freckles.
His hair is a rogue sort of hue, with little strands of blonde and brown mixed in. It's an odd trait that comes from his mother's side of the family. His eyes are a hazel brown, but look like a honey brown hue when the light hits them to be brighter as opposed to the stormy gray when a darker angle is cast on them. He has a scar on his left cheek from a rabid cat he once had to subdue.
His voice is soft and deep, a comforting sound for many that he speaks with. However, when angered, his voice has a more feral intonation, and isn't as comforting as it would be normally.
HOUND APPEARANCE
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|| ♛ || As a Hell Hound, Neliet is rather large. He's about the size of a small building, and can easily shift that. Although he is mostly invisible to all around him, when seen he can be both a fright and an endearing little puppy. That is attributed to his handy little ability that allows his body to reverse the aging cycle. Very effective in different situations, and it make him that much easier to carry around.
Hell Hounds are hound-like in shape and build, but have some characteristics that set them apart. For one, it's the exposed skeleton. The upper parts of the skull aren't covered by any flesh and skin, and the spine has a few sections that are clearly visible. There would also be the gaping pseudo-wounds on his body. They are located at his neck and further down his spine. His tail is also only bone, with little to no fur on it.
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❝You are the moon the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in❞
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Species: Hell Hound
Hell Hounds are the Hounds of Hell, of course. They are usually found in association with Crossroads Demons, used to find those whose deal has ended. However, a few of them are chosen by Archei Demons as a means to protect their land from other Hell-goers. Over the years, a few of them have gotten out and began to traverse the world in packs. Among those packs, was Neliet's mother.
Gender: Male
Blood Type: A Negative {A-} This is entirely irrelevant, because he won't be donating blood that's his own. No, he'd probably be taking it from someone else.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Currently Alone
Age: Six Hundred Seventy-Five {675}, March Seventeenth
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Pisces (view spoiler)
⊱ Born in Saudi Arabia
⊱ Ethnical background includes Saudi Arabian, Greek, Egyptian, French
• Hair Colour: His hair is a rogue hue, with little strands of blonde and brown mixed in. It's an odd trait that comes from his mother's side of the family. If anything, he finds it to be a bit annoying that he has to have a hair color. For Satan's Sake, he's a hound. As a Hound, his fur is a deep midnight black, much like his mother's.
• Eye Colour: His eyes are a hazel brown, but look like a honey brown hue when the light hits them to be brighter as opposed to the stormy gray when a darker angle is cast on them. As a Hound, they would be a bright orange sort of color. Flecks of gold are in them, as well, with light tones of green towards the outer rings of his iris.
Distinguished Marking(s):
• Scars
Scars are to be expected for Hounds, they are constantly fighting off creatures and hunters alike to fulfill their duties to their masters. Nel has a large amount of said scars from little play fights with Scelero's first companion-- a dragon. The two get along well, but when they bicker both sides are left with some mark of it.
There is also scarring from little accidents that happen here and there. Nel's usually the cause of them, but he won't really admit to it.
• Size as a Hound
As some people come to find, the runt of the litter can grow to be pretty big. Nel was the runt in his, pathetically small. He doesn't like to dwell on it, but over the years he's grown to be larger than any of his siblings. He takes small pride in it, knowing he's not the runt any longer.
• Branding Mark
All Hell Hounds are branded when they are put to work in service. The brand is an odd symbol, that much resembles an infinity sign, with a mixture of tao in there. It is placed on the navel of both genders, as well as right beside the genitalia.
• Height: Neliet is of average height, somewhere in the middle of five feet. As a Hound, it can vary more depending on what age he puts himself at for the time being. As an adult, he is close to the size of a small building, or roughly around that height. As an infant or toddler in age, he is roughly the size of a child's torso, slightly smaller.
• Weight: He weighs in at around a hundred forty-five, most of which is a bit of muscle weight. As a Hell Hound, his weight varies as well. Fully adult sized, he weighs in around a ton, but as a pup he can be only a couple pounds.
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❝Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness❞
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❛ STRENGTHS ☇ ♛
• Speed:
Neliet's speed is frightful. Be it as a hound or in a human form, he is quite possibly the fastest thing there could ever be. This could be because of the way his legs are formed as a hound, more so muscle than it is actual bone and flesh. Plus, he's been trained to run high speed. A faster hound is a better hound.
{Part II}• Obedience:
With the species that Neliet is, having obedience is like having everything going for you. No matter what the job is, Neliet will carry it through. He doesn't have long standing morals to get in the way, other the harming of females. Luckily, his master has a more hands-on approach than most Demons do. His obedience is really just a means to an ends-- payment for his life, if you will.
• Stealth:
Just because you're invisible doesn't mean you cannot be heard. Well, you can be heard, and that doesn't happen often for Neliet. He moves quite fluidly, despite his monstrous size. Most people would think that such a hound would be unable to much in the way of stealth, but said thoughts are more than wrong. Seeing as his pads, or what we would have located as the soles of our feet, are soft enough to suppress sound, there isn't much that you can hear besides his growling if he's coming for you. So, run.
• Jaw Strength:
One of the greatest strength of all, it has to be jaw strength. Jaw strength is also referred to as the Bite force Quotient. Bite force quotient (BFQ) is the regression of the quotient of an animal's bite force divided by its body mass. There are several animals that you could compare Nel to, but he would out do them on a bad day. His jaws are something to be afraid of, should you ever end up between them. Once you're stuck between those jaws, you're not getting out unless someone who has authority over him says that you should.
Looking at it now, you'd think that Neliet was designed to be a perfect predator. There are some things that would claim otherwise, and they would also include his family. He is still the runt of the litter, even if he surpasses his siblings in size, and it isn't something that can wear off on him easily.
❛ WEAKNESSES ☇ ♛
• Angel Blades:
Yeah, Angel Blades hurt. They may be directed more so to other Angels and sometimes Demons, but they also work on Hell Hounds. They can be fatal or just plain hurt depending on what you hit. Since it's nearly impossible to see them, unless they want you to see them, it's hard to actually hit them with one.
• Heavenly Hounds:
Heavenly Hounds are the opposing species to the Hell Hounds. They work for the Arch Angels, if you hadn't already guessed, and are at the same strength level as Hell Hounds. They have always been a weakness, both species to the other really, and it shouldn't be overlooked. The addition to a Heavenly Hound could mean life or death for either side.
• Holy Water:
Holy water works like poison on Hell Hounds. It's a slow and painful way to harm the Dogs of Hades. When they come in contact with flesh, there is immediately a burning sensation that travels throughout the entire system. (view spoiler) Seeing as it is a poison, it isn't easily dispelled from his body. (view spoiler)
• Self Depreciation:
Being the runt of the litter is tough thing to go through. As the runt, you are immediately given up on, because your expectancy in life is shortened to the bare few minutes you might have. In the first moments of feeding, you are excluded from any natural habits that form within the first seconds of life. This factor into Neliet's being has him always second guessing himself. The doubt he feels weighs heavily on him, and the only cure is the love he feels from his mother when he gets the chance to see her, and from Scelero when s/he feels up to it.
His weaknesses clearly contradict his super-predator appearance. He isn't the perfect monster that everyone wants, but he's perfect enough to suffice.
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❝You always come to the party
To pluck the feathers of all the birds❞
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{Personality}
Trait 1: Devoted
Trait 2: Cruelty
Trait 3: Slightly Dim-witted
Trait 4: Affectionate
Trait 5: Lack of morals
Trait 6: Persistent
Trait 7: Resilient
There's a green light in my eyes
Neliet lives to serve his master, Scelero. He is just as cruel as she is, but reflects the love and affection that she shows him sometimes out to others. He's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he isn't stupid either. There are times when he often makes mistakes, but he corrects himself. That's what happens after years of training. Neliet, at heart, is really just a big ol' puppy.
All for you, I'd do it
Neliet is a very devoted person. He takes care in the work he does and doesn't give up on the person he cares for. One would refer to this as loyalty, but loyalty sounds far too weak for his degree of devotion. Be that the person is convicted of something, he will defend them at every turn. If something interests him to the point that it takes up a lot of his time, he will stick to it anyways. Devotion to him isn't just an eight letter word. It's a part of him that he won't give up. There's also the sense that he has more of a debt to everyone around him. It makes it seems as if his life is not as important as the people he cares about.
Bad to the Bone
Neliet is a cruel being, he is. There's no way around just how cruel he can be, but he doesn't allow for it often. Some would have to say that he's so cruel because of his master, and how s/he reflects his/her actions on him. This, he will reject with a passion. If anything, he believes this cruelty is a making all his own, and no one should get credit for his hard work. Er, his evil work, really. However, his cruelty is really just an emulation of his role model: Scelero.
Fell out the stupid tree, and hit a few branches on the way down
Neliet isn't the brightest guy around. Yeah, he might have a few moments of actual brilliance, but it's not be expected. He's of average intelligence, with the showings of an intelligence slightly lower. This doesn't affect his thought process, no, it just takes a bit longer to think things though--when he decides to think. Which is never, ever. Why should he have to think? It would compromise his devotion to his master, as well as the trust between the two of them, and that wouldn't at all be okay.
A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet
If this is surprising, you need to reevaluate your knowledge of puppies. Because, that's what Neliet is: a puppy. He forms attachments easily, and they aren't easy to break. No, these can be obsessive, and the usual tendencies would be constant groping and stalking. It's not unusual for him to be seen with a being expression directed at those who show equal amounts of affection (view spoiler) However, his devotion would then kick in more than anything else.
Morals? What are those?
Yeah, he actually doesn't know what those are.(view spoiler) It's a bit of a problem for how he interacts with others, but it's one he can get around if
{Part III}given the chance to. He only actually doesn't know of morals due to his years with the demons, and morals don’t often apply to them. He finds it hard to believe that people can have a set code for the things they do, seeing as most live a very short while compared to him. Explaining their importance to him is futile, and best left for when you're extremely bored. It's hard to get things through that thick skull of his.
Coming to get you....
As a Hell Hound, it’s in the job description to be persistent. However, Nel was showing his persistence from the moment he was born. Should he be rejected from something, he will then attempt to do something to get him into said event. It’s not like him to let himself be excluded, as he just so loves attention (view spoiler). So, his persistence is often rewarded, and he continues the cycle until he’s tired, to which he is again rewarded for being so damn adorable. This does earn him points as a Hell Hound among his fellow comrades, and they tend to steer clear of him if he were to be in a fit. With people who have been lucky, or unlucky, enough to have won his affections.
Bounce back like a plague
Nel’s resilience is really something to be admired. He can often come back from situations that cause him pain with ease. A fair example of this would be his mother’s death, twice. It’s not often that such a thing happens twice, and if it does, it’s usually not all that pretty. There are plenty of things that take a lot out of him, like said example, but he has a shorter recovery time. Maybe it’s the destructive manner by which he takes out his anger or hurt feelings, or the way he pushes most of it down. Either way, he’s pretty resilient for a pup.
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❝We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times❞
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❛ LIKES☇ ♛
• Chasing things down:
As a Hound, you find yourself doing this often. This is good, because it appeals to lupine instinct that lies dormant. It also keeps him from being utterly destructive with things around him, although that could be found to be quite counterproductive. He can't explain it, but there's a rush that comes with being able to run after something, and bring back its corpse. All he knows is that he enjoys it and he makes Scelero happy by doing so.
• A scratch behind the ear:
Of course, all dogs have this. It's one of the more affectionate gestures a person could do. He will eventually roll over if you scratch long enough, but leg thumping is not uncommon. He doesn't quite know which form he likes it best in, but he just knows that he loves it.
• Milk:
Yes, this is odd. However, thinking on it, he never had milk as a pup. He was excluded from the action of suckling as the runt of the litter, overpowered by his bigger siblings. So, it would seem reasonable to him to drink milk as much as possible, no matter where it comes from or how odd it looks. He doesn't actually care, because it's milk.
• Attention:
This is very much so logical. He does like the attention ever so much, because he didn't receive much of it as a pup. His mother was far too worried with not dying while she fed her newborn children, and that can sometimes mean overlooking the runt of the litter. It wasn't as though she intended for it to happen, but it just did.
• Food:
Again, this is mostly from his lack of it. Development as a child was limited for him in the sense of nourishment. Food was scarce for him, as he was the runt, and his siblings had more of it. They took his food half the time, and when they felt bad enough, they left him only little morsels. As the outcast, he came to see this as some sort of punishment. Now, with more food readily available to him, he eats close to everything that's edible and in his path. Best to keep food away from him if you have any plans of eating for the week.
• Baths:
Once Neliet hits that water, he goes limp. Bath time is his favorite time, and he's just a little pup again. The water makes him feel incredibly relaxed, and the attention he receives from the person giving him a bath makes him slightly more loved. So, he loves baths. Plus, it's just another way to make a mess without getting in too much trouble.
❛ DISLIKES☇ ♛
• Wool:
The scratchy material irks the living hell out of him. He can't stand the texture against his skin--or fur-- and doesn't bother wearing anything made from it. That would include underwear. It's really not comfortable to have that rubbing around your junk as you walk, nor is it comfortable to be walking on two legs in the first place. But he does this anyways, and wool is of no help to him being any more so comfortable.
• Wheat:
Neliet doesn't like it because it tastes weird to him. His senses are stronger than other people, and his taste buds pick up everything else that comes with the wheat. Yeah, he still likes bread, but not wheat bread. Wheat and him don't get along. If you were to, stupidly I might add, give him any, he'd go ballistic.
• Small Animals:
They annoy him. He's supposed to be the cute and cuddly one, not them. Of course, he's not all that bright and his reactions to them are slightly more than verbal. If anything, he leaves a bloody mess behind him. People tend to be more attracted to vulnerable things, and small animals are just that. Neliet doesn't like that, as he isn't what they are, and he wants the attention that comes with that vulnerability. So, he just eliminates the competition.
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❝Interpret the eyes as they die❞
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Before we start, here is a short outline of his life, just so that you're acquainted with the difficulties of a runt.
• His Birth and Runtliness
• Scelero
• First Death of His Mother
• Sibling Rivalry
• First Interesting Relationship
• Second Death of His Mother
• Sacrifice
• Up To Date History
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❝You Must Be The Runt❞
When a runt is born into a litter, it means that said runt isn't going to be the luckiest of the bunch. The runt would be excluded from all newborn activities, mainly feeding. This could mean life and death in your first few minutes of life. Waddling around in the dark, beckoned by the call of food, is exactly how Neliet was. Only, he never got to the food. Instead, what he got was a good five minutes of torment from them.
(view spoiler)
As a pup, his sense of smell was perfectly fine, but his eyes had remained closed slightly longer than his siblings. When he did open them, what he found were six spots to feet and no spot left for him. Imagine your siblings drinking their fill while he slowly starved. You'd think his mother would be paying any attention to him, but she couldn't.
She was already dying.
In fact, she was now so far gone into her death that her heartbeat was slowing down. None of siblings, nor him, were sure of what killed her, or had attributed to the main cause of her death. His siblings blamed him for it, seeing that he was the last of the litter to be born. It was cold, and left him with a feeling of bitter hatred of himself.
Talk about a rough first few minutes of life--
Narrated by Neliet:
Woah, woah, woah. Wait a damn minute.
That's what you call a history? No, no, and no. I may not be a genius, but I'm certainly not that dumb to know that that's not how you do it. I'm not gonna use any big words either. So shut the fuck up, sit back, and let me tell my story.
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{Intervention from his creator}
You will now be bombarded with SPN gifs. I do apologize, but it would work all too well for his character. Again, I'm so very sorry
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❝Thursday's A Damn Bitch❞
I was born on a Thursday, or at least what I thought was a Thursday. I can't be sure; I didn't have all my senses yet. Anyways, as was said before, I was the runt of the litter. Believe me, it's not fun being both the smallest and weakest pup of the litter.
In fact, never speak of it. Do so and die.
Getting back to the story, I was a little left out, really left out, and my mom didn't particularly have the amount of energy left to do anything about it. No,
{Part IV}
she was far too busy bleeding out on the ground to totally be able to help me. My brothers and sisters were occupying any slot she had left for energy she had left, excluding me from the little family gathering. It's not like it hurt or made me incredibly mad. {That's a damn lie} I didn't blame them either for doing what instinct and nature taught them to do. {Are you shitting me? That's a lie}
Maybe I should stop lying, having my lie pointed out, and continue on with the story, yeah?
My mother was currently predisposed, and I was struggling to get around my siblings for food. What happened next is close to say miraculous. Being a Hell Hound in the first hours of life is like learning you can do something and not being able to properly control it. So, you have seven {Holy fuck, look it's seven!} Hell Hound pups going in and out of visibility surrounding a mother that is fading from sight.
Wonderful imagery.
Shortly after said imagery occurred, someone found us. I don't even know how s/he did, but there was something about them. Or maybe it was the dragon that attempted to eat me.
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❝One does not truly exist, until you have been loved❞
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❝Great Scott, It's A Woman!❞
Meeting Scelero was about the best damn thing to ever happen to me.
I don't mean to brag, or anything {I'm bragging so hard right now}, but she picked me first. Out of the seven pups at her disposal, she chose me. Albeit {Is is bad that I don't know what that word means?}, I was the closest to her when she entered the dark cave my mother had crawled into to give birth. She stood over me, blocking out the light that was coming in through the opening.
Above her, {Oh, God, all of the hour of my life flashed before my eyes} was a scaled thingy with wings. I didn't know what it was until I was two, and I found out that it was five years older than I was. Nefir was pretty terrifying, and I hid under Scelero {You think it was nice view? No}. S/he found it to be quite adorable, and then she spotted my mother.
I dunno what she did, but I could see my mother starting to relax, all struggling gone now. Like she'd come to terms and accepted her fate before this stranger. Turns out, she was just within the split second of dying. When Scelero checked her pulse, she was gone. Scelly buried my mother that day, but it wouldn't be the last time he'd have to do so.
Taken in by Scelero, my brothers and sister {Yeah, there was only one girl in the litter} were trained how to be what we were to the best of our skills. Out of the bunch, I grew to be the best. {Who's laughing now, bitches}
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❝Family is forever❞
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❝Work Hard, Or Be Eaten❞
It applies so much to my life.
I found it a bit challenging to get any better at what I was being trained to do with my siblings literally trying to eat me. Hell Hounds have a tendency to turn on the runts of the litter doing shortages of food. Which was odd in my case, because we never ran out of food.
Maybe I was just a special case?
I didn't really care much about them, because what really interested me was seeing Scelero smile. I had to say it was a very pretty smile, and she was very much like a mother to me. So, smile equals being proud, right? Well, she smiled at me often. What I loved most as a reward was a bath. For one, the water felt nice, and two, Scelero actually looked like a mom. Nefir would join in and make the water hot, and it was a party until she decided my siblings should join in.
Last I checked, a bath was meant for one person.
Getting back and not going off track again, my years of training were shorter compared to my brothers and sisters. I excelled at just about every aspect of being a ravenous demonic dog, if you will. {What just came out of my mouth?} This lead to my fame in the Underworld, or whatever people call it now.
And with that fame came the appearance of someone who became very important to me.
Her name was Serai. It sounded odd for a girl, but I like it. She was my everything, almost outshining Scelero in importance {Almost}. She was just this scrawny pup, maybe a few years below me, and I enjoyed being able to help her improve.
She and I got along very well {I don't think it's legal to share what we did, and it's really personal, anyways}, and if you could call it love, it was just that. We didn't waste our time with superficial stuff. We sorta had a Romeo and Juliet thing going on {Oh, shit, that doesn't happen yet. Oh geez, Scelly's gonna kill me}, so our time was too precious to waste.
Said time was cut short when her master discovered what exactly she was doing. It wasn't like Scelero was mad; no, she'd encouraged me to go after Ser. It was her master that didn't particularly like me, or Scelero. Some unexplained business they had way back when prevented me from seeing her.
So, they looked her away. {She was actually the inspiration of the locking-in-a-tower thing for fairy tales}
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❝With great power comes great responsibility❞
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❝You Only Die Twice❞
My mother came back.
I don't know how it happened, but she came back to me. Scelero had brought her in, and I could see her face the way I had {Barely} seen it before. I wasn't sure how to feel about it, seeing as I'd gotten a replacement mother while she was, you know, dead.
This didn't seem to upset her, and if anything she was more so elated to see me than my other siblings. Which was awesome, but kind of disconcerting. As the runt, she wouldn't have wanted anything to do for me. She might have actually tried to kill me.
So, I waited for her to try.
And she did. It was a half-assed attempt, which she later explained to be because of her knowledge of me being the runt. {Right before I snapped her neck}
I think we can all see how that went, because she's in the ground again. Turns out it wasn't even her. Something about another demon trying to trick Scelero, and her wanting to test me. {I can understand that} Anyways, it wasn't that bad.
Except for the fact that I'd willingly killed an image of my mother.
Talk about a sacrifice.
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❝Turn off all the lights
And let the morning come❞
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❝Highway To Hell❞
Not much else happened after that. What? You expected my life to be filled with a shitload of adventures? Scelero likes to travel, but not that much. She heard some rumors of some sort of House thingy, and decided to check it out. She took me and Nefir with her, because she said she, "needed her children with her".
Sweet.
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Anja Lafayette Metzger
『 〓 』• Pronounced |ahhn-JAH | lah-fah-YEHT | MEHT-zer-ger |
• Anja means Grace. It is one of the most exotic of several ethnic versions of Ann/Anna now being imported, also including Anya and Annika. Anja is heard in several European cultures, including Germany, Holland, and the Scandinavian countries--and it has a variety of pronunciations.
• Lafayette is of French origin. May derive from "foi", meaning "faith". Historical: the Marquis de Lafayette, a French nobleman, was only 20 when he came to serve four years in the American Revolutionary cause. When he returned to America, he was welcomed as a hero. A similar baby name is Fayette.
• Metzger is a German word meaning "butcher". It's not as evil or threatening as it may sound.
Species: Hybrid
『tt』Temperance Recessive『ww』Wrath Recessive 『vv』Vampyre Recessive 『Hh』 Hell Hound Dominant
The odd mix of pairings found in Anja's family resulted in the mixture of species that is seen above. She displays her Hell Hound genes more dominantly, and her other genes lie dormant until she should have some sort of breakdown. The Heavenly Virtue of Temperance: Restraint, temperance, justice. Constant mindfulness of others and one's surroundings; practicing self-control, abstention, moderation, zero-sum and deferred gratification. Prudence to judge between actions with regard to appropriate actions at a given time. Proper moderation between self-interest, versus public-interest, and against the rights and needs of others. The Deadly Sin of Wrath: also known as "rage", may be described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger. Wrath, in its purest form, presents with self-destructiveness, violence, and hate that may provoke feuds that can go on for centuries. Wrath may persist long after the person who did another a grievous wrong is dead. Feelings of anger can manifest in different ways, including impatience, revenge, and vigilantism. Those two genes are forever in conflict with each other, but work to make her a terrible force when they collide in the inner workings of her mind. Her Vampyre genes may be recessive, but she still shows the evident signs of being a Vampyre. She does still have a need for blood, but it isn't as much of a necessity as it would be for a full blooded Vampyre. As a Hell Hound, her size is greatly diminished from how it would be should she have been full blooded. As it is the dominant gene, she exhibits most of the characteristics.
Age: Seventeen {17} May 17th; 1:13 AM
Blood Type: O Rh Positive [Universal Donor]
Gender: [/glances into shirt] "We both know the answer to that"
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Derived from the chromosome
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⊱Born in Dinkelsbühl, Germany
⊱ Nationalities are German, Russian
⊱ Ethnical background includes; German, Russian, Welsh
Sexuality: Ambisexual
Relationship Status: Single
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: 猪 ➠ (view spoiler)
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Taurus ➠ ♉ ➠ (view spoiler)
A: PPARITIONAL APPEARANCE
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▐ Physique (view spoiler)
▐ Clothing Style (view spoiler) Don't let her style fool you.
▐ Marking(s): Light burns on her inner wrist from a fire, and light strangulation marks that didn't seem to fade over time.
▐ Tattoo(s): (view spoiler)
|| ♛ || Describe this mess of emotion and history in the physical form? It can be attempted, but no guarantees are made to how pin-point this will be, seeing as she has tendencies to drastically change the way she looks, well more so what her hair looks like.
With at stopping point of five feet six inches, Anja isn't the picture of height. She doesn't much care for this, and would greatly appreciate if people held back their comments on it. She weighs a standard hundred forty pounds, and is very content with the outcome of her extension activity. She was never one to stay in one place for a while, and it seems to have paid off. Slenderly framed, save the chest and posterior area, she doesn't pay much attention to her inherited curves. No, she prefers to focus on the thing higher than her shoulders, because she believes people should be looking up there. Femininely narrow shoulders, followed by a slender neck, leads to an ovoid visage that is framed quite nicely by her hair.
Golden strands of hair cascade down to her shoulders. At some times, they will be radiant curls and other times, they are a mix of black and brown locks threaded into the sea of blonde. She doesn't stick with either for very long, as she much likes to diversify her hair. It would appear to be her only girlish habit, and will stay that way. Upon cursory examination of her eyes, they appear to be green. However, her oculars are quite actually a maze of hue. In bright lightings, they're a hazy mix of a green coloring and flecks of hazel light in a color close to her hair. In the darker setting, they appear to be a clouded pale blue. They particularly pop out against her moderately tanned complexion. Her lips, which usually hold a pouty sort of formation as a default of reason she doesn't know, are a peachy hue that's close to the inside of a shell. She prefers not to dwell on that fact, as she wants people to focus on her words, rather than her lips.
The last thing to work on when describing this female is her voice. It has a husky sound to it, the more appealing kind of husky that is more commonly exhibit in the gender counterpart and widely sought out. It holds a low soprano, high alto octave. It's similar to the tinkling of little metal objects together, if not more pleasant. If she were exhibit any form of rage, it deepens exponentially into a feral and harsh sound as opposed to the previously pleasant one. Should she be delighted, her voice hitches ever so slightly. The change isn't very noticeable unless you've been listening to her for a while.
Hair Color: Golden strands of hair cascade down to her shoulders. At some times, they will be radiant curls and other times, they are a mix of black and brown locks threaded into the sea of blonde.
Eye Color: Upon cursory examination of her eyes, they appear to be green. However, her oculars are quite actually a maze of hue. In bright lightings, they're a hazy mix of a green coloring and flecks of hazel light in a color close to her hair. In the darker setting, they appear to be a clouded pale blue. They particularly pop out against her moderately tanned complexion.
Height: With at stopping point of five feet six inches, Anja isn't the picture of height.
Weight: She weighs a standard hundred forty pounds, and is very content with the outcome of her extension activity. She was never one to stay in one place for a while, and it seems to have paid off.
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❝ Some will pull the gun because they want to be stars
Snatching up your life into the blink of an eye ❞
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×◞ ⇡ Tʜᴇ Dɪsᴘᴀɪʀɪᴛɪᴇs
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♚ ▌▌▌No one ever said the miracle of life had to be pretty, or that it didn't cost something.
Anja's mother certainly hadn't considered that. There's always something to happens to a person when they've gone through eight hours of labor, and had yet to see the father of the child in the hospital. Her first thought was that she'd been bailed on, and that the father of the newborn baby girl was just another deadbeat father who'd have made their child become someone entirely different than what they should have been destined to be.
What had actually happened to make the father miss the birth of his first child was an accident that should never have happened. He was taken from his family just minutes away from arriving at the hospital. The emergency room had been filled that particular morning after a protest had gone terribly wrong. The hours he lay bleeding out were nearly parallel to the labor of his wife only floors above him.
{Part II}He'd died around the same exact time that the baby, Anja, had been born. Her mother found the news to be the turning point of her spiral to the depths of instability. Rather than stay in the place that should have been the child's home in honor of her father, she moved her to Moscow.
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We're dancing free but we're stuck here underground
And everybody trying to figure they way out
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♚ ▌▌▌Anja and Moscow went together like peanut butter and jelly.
She loved her first thirteen years of life there. They were some of her best memories, and her mother seemed content with her manner of escaping the reality of her child going on without a father. She'd never bothered to remarry, to stuck on the love she had lost, but the child it'd produced had been a motivating cause for her to find some sort of comfort.
In the Russian spring that she turned eight, the first felony to land on her mental record occurred in a candy store. The clerk wasn't particularly bright, and wasn't paying any sort of attention to the cluster of children basking in the sugary glory of the wares. Snotty fingers smeared little green and white fluids on the glass while Anja stood fixated on the butterscotch assortment.
A simple glance in the direction of the counter told her that the teenage boy behind the counter was more concerned with chatting away with whomever had been on the phone with him. She felt her throat grow dry after she rooted through her pockets for the quarters that would procure her coveted butterscotches. Being eight could only get you so much money, and there was only so long before the candy was gone.
She decided to take a risk for the better, and began shoving butterscotches into her pockets. Now, butterscotch wrappings are quite the noisy little devils, since they're made from plastic and tightly wrapped at that. In shoving them in her pocket, it seemed that Anja was starting up an alarm that had the children turning in her direction. The clerk was still busy chatting away still, but she had the attention of her peers.
Walking quickly to the door, she started up yet another alarm of screaming children. The clerk disrupted his call only for a moment, but it was long enough for him to become aware of the situation. There was a tad bit of arguing with a splash of haggling and pleading, but in the end, Anja failed.
She left the candy store sullenly, and reported herself to her mother upon her arrival home.
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We march all around til' the sun goes down night children
Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes, we long for freedom
You're free but in your mind, your freedom's in a bind
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♚ ▌▌▌Anja's mother became very sick the year she turned fourteen.
With the fresh start of the "rebellious stage", Anja didn't much think that her mother would be sick for long. No, she believed it would pass like all the other sicknesses she'd ever had, and they'd be back to screaming at each other in no time. She suspected that her mother was throwing one of her fits, as it wouldn't be that first time that her mother had feigned a serious sickness to get her daughter to behave and listen to her for once.
The thought of a person doing this is quite cruel and strange, but it works under normal circumstances. And, these circumstances were not normal. The tumor was located inside of her mother's lungs, and in her frontal lobe of her brain. The realization of this tissue rebelling against the mother she was doing the exact same thing to being a means to kill her, ate away at Anja. She had to change, she believed, and did so. She became that eight year old girl that told her mother everything.
But, it was too late.
In the fall of the next year, she watched her mother fade away into a breathing husk of nothing. It was her decision to pull the plug, and she made sure that it was done when she wasn't there to see.
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Oh make it rain, ain't a thang and the sky to fall
(The silver bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up)
And when the truth goes BANG the shouts splatter out
(Revolutionize your lives and find a way out)
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♚ ▌▌It had been months since her mother had died, and not a single rebellious act.
The state had taken a look at her record, and rejoiced. That is, until the fire that occurred the summer after her mother's passing. The source of the fire had never been determined, and she was already a ward of the state, and was therefore insured a place of residence when the fire destroyed her home. Officials had taken her statement of it being a possible fuse that sparked and set alight to the house while she was out on a run.
However, that was a lie.
Anja had set the fire herself. The thought of staying with all the haunting memories wasn't enough for her to bear the weight alone. So, she destroyed them all. She'd carry the good ones with her no matter where she went, and leave the bad in ashes.
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Tell me are you bold enough to reach for love?
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♚ ▌▌▌Anja had her first actual interest in love when she met her caretaker.
She was fifteen, just recently finished the changes puberty put her through. It hadn't been a very fun journey, and she didn't much like the weight that was added onto her in certain areas, but what she did like was the attention it caught from Lucian, the man in charge of her. She had taken more than a little bit of interest in him, and it may have seemed normal since she was stuck with him until she was legal.
He introduced her to the Russian branch of the Playboy Club, which had actually opened employment to girls her age. The thought of working there at first appalled her, until she realized how much money was in it. She could save up and travel back to where she should have been living, and not be stuck in the confines of Russia with bad memories at every turn.
That thought, and being able to have Erik like her that bit more, is what pushed her to take up the job. It wasn't the best of ideas, but it was one that surely had her swimming in a good amount of wealth that she saved up for her trip. However, there were a few things that she hadn't anticipated that would get in the way of things.
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Who put your life in the danger zone?
You running dropping like a rolling stone
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♚ ▌▌▌The bite did something that shouldn't have happened.
Many months after she'd joined the Playboy Club and become a star employee, Lucian decided that it was time to change Anja just a bit more for the better. She had no idea that he'd been a Werewolf, although the signs were all there. He'd make sure she was securely locked in her room whenever the full moon was at hand, and he had a more commanding tone when he was around his buddies. Apparently, he was the Alpha of a pack that migrated frequently through Europe, and had made a pit stop in Russia that lasted a good number of years.
He'd decided that she would join the pack, and make an excellent addition. What he hadn't decided to do was activate the Hell Hound in her. Every other gene in her activated at the same time, and the virtue and the vice weren't on any good terms to be activated at the same moment.
The manner by which he had planned to give her the bite had her pinned to the lockers of the staffroom, with several of the girls to keep a look out. They had been pack members, most of them. The others were simply innocent human beings. The other pack members were waiting outside of the club, anticipating the acceptance of a pretty blonde to their pack.
The Hell Hound retaliated moments after Lucian broke skin.
The casual shredding of human skin and falling out of hair was entirely new to Anja, who screamed in an agony that had everyone cringing. They were confused, as they'd never seen a change that severe, or even remotely close to it. What began to frighten them was the growth of her body. She was beginning to push the boundaries of the ceiling above her, and was still going. When she had finished, there was a large hole and screaming customers by her head.
Only, her head didn't quite look like her head. It was more of the skull of a hound, the top of her skull exposed and bleeding. Funny thing was, she wasn't feeling any pain. Not once had she ever felt it. Parts of her spine were in clear sight, pearly white bone an odd hue against the pulsating red of her bloody flesh. Her tail was entirely skeletal, and the muscles of her throat exposed.
What happened next was entirely of instinct. The splatter of blood in the staffroom could easily be stated as not hers, nor was the blood on the floor where her head had pushed through.
When she shifted back, she stood in a sea of blood and body parts. Horrified, she screamed again. This drew more attention, and she couldn't have herself being locked away. When others of the staff ran into the room, she was still there, but they couldn't seem to find her. Anja was sure she was standing right there in front of everyone, stark naked at that. Realizing what was going on, she took off and disappeared into the night.
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At the end of day and night all we want is more
I keep my feet on solid ground and use my wings when storms come around
I keep my feet on solid ground for freedom
You're free but in your mind, your freedom's in a bind
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♚ ▌▌▌ Anja avoided people like the plague.
She wouldn't- couldn't- have anyone else's death on her hands. So, she made sure she never talked to anyone, or saw anyone. Ten days went by before Wrath decided that it would be a marvelous time to have fun.
{Part III}Truly, when the massacre of many is an option of entertainment, Wrath would take it. The slaughter of eighteen men who had crossed her path the night she went out for the first time since her shift was no small event. Red flags went up of a serial killer, and officers were put on alert. The only thing that had saved Anja was Temperance. The virtue controlled the vice, and gave Anja enough time to run for the States.
Her specific destination was Beacon Hills, a place that sounded quiet enough.
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Trait 1 Intelligent and Meticulous
Trait 2 Impulsive and Spontaneous
Trait 3 Gregarious and Observant
Trait 4 Deceptive and Cunning
Trait 5 Vulgar, and mildly Flirtatious
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❝ Are we a lost generation of our people?
Add us to equations but they'll never make us equal.
She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel. ❞
Despite how she might appear, Anja is an intelligent being. She's very smart when given the opportunity to show, but she prefers to not do so. This is just part of her meticulous inclination to appear as something else. A defense of hers, if you will. It works well a good deal of the time, and if she should have to display any intelligence, it's done in a sly way that most would be impressed by. Passive-Intelligent, if you will. The meticulous part of her wouldn't allow for the ruse to be broken.
Anja can be spontaneous, doing things that surprise even her. It's not that she doesn't have self control; she just can't help herself sometimes. Sometimes. Other times, it's of her own volition. Starting a fight, all her. Cursing someone out, all her. Mercilessly slaughtering a couple dozen people, maybe not her. She can't be sure. Most of the impulses that run through her can be all of her own thought, but the genes in her can often sneak up on her, and get out of control. And when they get out of control, they aren't particularly the best friends in the world.
Being sociable is nothing for Anja. She can mingle like a pro, and she had practice that she won't mention. With this sociable nature comes the observance that she uses to keep conversation going, or steering it away from awkward situations that could be potentially social suicide, or ruin someone's night. No, she would never be in the mood to do that. That being said, she would more than love to have people to talk to.
Anja can lie as easily as she can breathe. It's very useful, and she's believe a good deal of the time. She can make even some of the most outrageous stories seem real, because the trick is all in the tone of voice and your outer appearance. Her lies are what has kept a good deal of her crimes under wraps, save the ones that had eye witnesses and when she's lost her temper. It's almost second nature to her to lie, as well, and the truth is harder to come by with her. It takes a lot of work, or you'd have to had known her at some point before where the lies originates.
Potty mouth should be written on her forehead like a sign, but it isn't unless she's totally comfortable with you. Anja can also be a flirt, but not overly. It's not the excessive "hey, sleep with me" but more so the soft kind of flirting. What isn't soft is the vulgarity of her mouth and mind. It's basically in the gutter at all times of the day, she can't do much about it.
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❝ March into the war and with the kick of the drum
The wiser simians have got the bombs and the guns
So you might as well keep dancing if you're not gonna run ❞
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♕ ⋮ S ᴋ ɪ ʟ ʟ s & A ʙ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴇ s
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◜｡ ░ ♔ ━━ APTITUDE ˟ ˟」
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◜｡ ░ Shifting
It's the best part of having a dominant Hell Hound gene. She becomes about two stories tall, and as wide as a moderately sized building. It's inconvenient in certain settings, but it has a good intimidation factor.
◜｡ ░ Invisibility
Yes, this is indeed a good point.
◜｡ ░ Telekinesis
This is the movement of objects, but it's intensified with Wrath and Temperance jumbled in together.
◜｡ ░ Speed
I think we can understand this.
◜｡ ░ Strength
Uhm, no need to explain.
◜｡ ░ Compulsion
This is the characteristic that shines out from the Vampyre, and works pretty well.
◜｡ ░ ♔ ━━ DECREPITUDE ˟ ˟」
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◜｡ ░ Holy Water
It is what she is weakest to, as she is mostly of demonic persuasion.
◜｡ ░ Exorcism
Self-explanatory
❛ STRENGTHS ☇ ♛
• Mental Calculation:
She's very intelligent, and with that intelligence Anja can calculate things faster than most.
• Attention to Detail:
Anja pays close attention to detail, and it often aids in her life.
❛ WEAKNESSES ☇ ♛
• Self Control:
Anja has a problem with self control, and it's mostly because of the impulses induced by her mix of genes. It's not that she can't handle being under control in human form; it's that she has too much to keep under control.
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◜ █ ♔ Fighting; MMA and Boxing are the best
◜ █ ♔ Cars; looking and driving
◜ █ ♔ Candy; Butterscotches, mmm
◜ █ ♔Food; pile on the pepper
◜ █ ♔ Dancing; guilty pleasure
◜ █ ♔ Small Animals; the eyes, man
◜ █ ♔ Proving People Wrong; it's perfect, dude
◜ █ ♔ Cursing; uhm, hello, it's kinda my thing
◜｡ ░ ♔ ━━ ANTAGONISTS ˟ ˟」
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◜ █ ♔ Skirts; nope, don't do it
◜ █ ♔ Dresses; don't think so
◜ █ ♔ Gender Restrictions; what do I need to grow some dangly bits to do certain things?
◜ █ ♔ Stereotypes; uhm, let's not go there
◜ █ ♔ Thunder Storms; my ears, they bleed
◜ █ ♔ Fall; everything dies…
◜ █ ♔ Country Music; stop the whining people, please
❝ HOBBIES ♔ ! ♥²
↯ ▍Boxing
↯ ▍Driving
↯ ▍Dancing Alone
↯ ▍Proving people wrong
↯ ▍Cursing worse than a sailor
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Radka Metzger
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Jeremiah Metzger
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Lucian Vetterline
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●◉○Name○◉● єνуℓєη ѕt. νíℓℓ
●◉○Age○◉● 18 (644)
◌◎Birthday◎◌ July 28th
◌◎Zodiac Sign◎◌ Leo
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●◉○Gender○◉● ♀
◌◎Sexuality◎◌ Heterosexual
○Pitch of Voice: Sweet and smooth, like silk
As soothing to the tongue as chocolates. It does not depend on the person, or the words she can make people listen to her.
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( Modern Day )
"O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!” - Unknown admirer
Describing a creature of pure beauty should be impossible. Her hair was a rich shade of silk gold. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, blood-red and seemed to pierce the world. A straight nose, full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. There was just something unreal and eerie about her. Her face, somewhat luminous, had a pale tone to it. The eyes were a piercingly sharp shade of red. Eyebrows were arched over the curve before dispersing onto the bridge of her danity nose. Plump, the lips had the strangest curl to them as if she would rip your head off, if she had the chance.
Diary of an Englishmen in the 1800s- The Woman
At first glance there was nothing unusual about her, but no-one sat within several feet of her. When she glanced up at a noise from the kitchens and her gaze swept the room.... conversation stuttered to a sudden halt for a moment before, hesitantly starting again.
In that moment I wished I could see more of her. Her white-blonde hair was long and fell in wavy sheet of gold from her parting. Her pale eyebrows arched delicately over beautiful feline eyes which were rimmed with eyelashes so dark as to have shadows casting on her face from the dim candlelight. The deep blackness of her eyes gave no hint as to her thoughts.
Her nose was quite small. Her mouth was turned down and she appeared to be deep in thought. Her lips were full and sensuous. Shifting in her seat she took a sip from her mysterious liquid in a small vial and delicately licked her lips - a move that did not go unnoticed by virtually every male in the room - and not a few of the women.
She appeared to reach an end to her time here, straightening, she finished her drink and rose to her feet. Slender as a willow, she reached for her cloak and threw it about her narrow shoulders. I glanced around the room and was amused to see how many eyes were now fixed on her. Fools!
Seeing the interest she engendered brought a derisory sneer to her lips and, instantly, transformed her into something intensely frightening - her eyes seemed to shine with a blood red light before she grabbed her petticoat and made her way to the door.
All conversation stopped as she stalked from the room - the relief felt by all present more than evident in the deep sighs of relief and the relaxation of more than one set of shoulders.
Description by Eliza Hale, in 1901
An unearthly chill fell upon the room as she entered. All voices hushed and movement paused, as if time itself did not dare continue its incessant journey in the presence of such a creature.
She walked so gracefully that she appeared to float through the gathered guests, seemingly unaware of the effect her presence had on those around her as she headed for me, a waiter and lifted a drink from the tray I clutched before me. Her perfect lips curved into a smile, but her porcelain white cheeks showed no hint of colour to support the gesture.
My mouth opened, but no words issued forth as she pinned me with a look from her coal-black eyes. She thanked me and moved on, leaving me feeling simultaneously elated and disappointed; of everyone in that room, she had spared me a glace, albeit far too briefly. Though she struck the fear of god into me, the feeling I would die for one more moment drowning in those bottomless pools of darkness remained long after her attention had dwindled.
Her beauty was both unnatural and breathtaking – a nightmare in motion, yet poetry personified – and none could tear their eyes away from her. From the first moment, they were ensnared. They stood no hope of escape.
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Vampire
Vampires are mythological or folkloric beings who subsist by feeding on the life essence (generally in the form of blood) of living creatures, regardless of whether they are undead or a living person/being. Although vampiric entities have been recorded in many cultures, and may go back to "prehistoric times",the term vampire was not popularized until the early 18th century, after an influx of vampire superstition into Western Europe from areas where vampire legends were frequent, such as the Balkans and Eastern Europe, although local variants were also known by different names, such as vrykolakas in Greece and strigoi in Romania. This increased level of vampire superstition in Europe led to mass hysteria and in some cases resulted in corpses actually being staked and people being accused of vampirism.
While even folkloric vampires of the Balkans and Eastern Europe had a wide range of appearance ranging from nearly human to bloated rotting corpse.
The term "vampire" was not popularized until the early 18th century, due to an influx of vampire superstition in Western Europe from areas where vampire legends were frequent.
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▢▩Notable Abilities▩▢
⇢ Animated Glamour
Glamour is the ability to bend your appearance into many possible choices. The older the vampire the more powerful this certain ability is. Evylen posses the ability on a whole new level. Not only can she manipulate herself, she can manipulate objects. Also she came shape into a beast of nature and develop the abilities of the creature.
⇢ Dementia - The Vampire with this power is a scary thing indeed, enabling them to rip the worst fears and memories into reality, Dreams now become the reality of the person, where everything becomes what the vampire wishes, The Vampire is the sole focus of the memory or fear they choose to manipulate.
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♟Patience- It's near impossible for Evylen to have to wait for things to get done. She is a straight forward get right to the point person. Mostly a woman who would run straight into action without thinking about the consequences.
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Full Name: Calanthe Renee Alexandros
Nickname: goes by Cal or Cala.
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Age/D.O.B.:
»» Age : 22 (Is really 114 years old)
»» D.O.B : August 13th
Gender: Female
»» Sexuality : Heterosexual
»»Relationship: None
»» Species: Vampire
»» Police Offer (Applying)
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Appearance:
»» Hair: Brown hair
»» Eyes: crystal blue
»» Weight: 120
»» Height: 5' 7"
»» Face Details: Oval
»» Body type: hourglass
»» Blood type: AB -
»» Face Claim: Emily Didonato
»» Distinguished Marks (if any): Long-claw like scars down on her back. Tattoo on her neck
Personality:
Cala has always been independent, headstrong and she takes care of herself (well she has a habit of saving homeless cats and dogs.) She keeps to herself a lot and not many see her unless her presences requested. She is distant, cold and can be unresponsive. However, she is good at many things or she wouldn't be in her position.
She is well calculative and strategic. She notices unnoticeable movements in people and their behaviors. This ability came from being in such an unpredictable and terrible environment as a child, that she learned to read people's expressions and movements as a survival skill.
She is simple in her manner and blunt in her speech. She can be compassionate, it's just rather hard for her.
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Background:
Cala was born and raised in the New York City in the 1900s with a terrible childhood. Her mother was cruel and vindictive drug addict. Her addiction caused them several financial problems including selling her own daughter for drugs. Her father cold, careless and alcoholic. He repeatedly cheats on her mother and her mother does the same. Her father has a serious gambling problem and had a lot of money to some scary people. She despises her parents and has never considered parents to begin with. She hasn't learned much of love or affection and with her life style she isn't missing much, in her opinion.
Cala was sold to a vampire and his creations at the age of seventeen until she was twenty-two. They used and abused her for years as if she was nothing but food and she was. It was a cold winter's day, when Cala with the help of a mysterious man escaped who turned her into a vampire. He had been extremely thirsty and Cala was the only source of blood, he nearly killed her before he decided to turn her. Then he simply left. Though, she doesn't remember what the man looked like she still remembers his touch oddly. Though she had not wanted to be turned, that was the only kindness she felt because he gave her all the tools to fight back. Cala still will get a dream of him, it was always very rare and the only thing she ever dreams about.
She has scars on her back that will never heal as a reminder of her past. Cala has made it her mission to kill all of the vampires involves. She has killed four so far without anyone knowing, this is one of the reasons she entered Smoke Valley.
No one knows about Cala's history. Some have seen her scars but they dare not ask her. She keeps a lot to herself. She spends most of her time in a silence. Since becoming a vampire, Cala had to learn to adapt. She learned to defend herself and what it really means to survive.
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Family:
Teresa Alexandros - dead
Dominic Alexandros - dead
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Weaknesses:
➛Needs a cigarette every half hours
➛Homeless kittens and pups: she will jump in front of a car to save one, literally
➛Not very good at communicating her feels
➛Has severe Insomnia
➛Gets tremors in her arms and occasional legs
➛Reckless with her life
Strengths:
➛Her scars because they remind her of cruelty and her reason to stay alive
➛Reads people's personality and predicts their actions
➛Stealth
➛Strategic abilities
➛Has no problem doing the dirty work
Killy Rae can I use Amanda Seyfried for a few pictures for my charrie?
I used Amanda Seyfried for Anja's mother...
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"So what were you saying? I was barely listening as your talk was idiotic and I could be doing so many more important stuff then this."
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Date of Birth 25 of December
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↳Place of Birth: London, England
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↳Vampires are supposed mythological creatures that survive by drinking the blood of the living. Usually, in many folklore's, they sport long canine teeth to sink into the flesh of their prey.
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| Birth |
○Age: 23
○Date of Birth: July 17th
○Place of Birth: NY
○Time of Birth: 7:03 PM
○Species: Human
○Gender: Female
○Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationships
Relationship Status Single, not really looking for a relationship
Family
Family:
-Mother: Ashley Brown
-Stepfather: Bart Brown
-Father: Samuel Rose
-Brother: Samuel (Jr) Rose(25)
-Brother: Richard Rose (23)
-Brother: Patrick Rose(23)>Sister in law: Mindy Rose(22)
-Sister: Kelly Rose (19)
-Twin Sister: Camille Taner(21)> Brother in law: Ryan Taner (24)
-Step-brother: Carson Brown (16)
-Step sister: Amy Brown(13)
| Appearance |
• Skin Tone:
Pale, so when she blushes you can most definitely tell
Height:
5'4
Weight:
123
Build:
Serenity is slender, but has an athletic body shape
Eyes:
A light olive green color
Hair:
Her hair is originally a dark brown color that she tends to dye with a red color.
Distinguished markings: Scar running up her lower thigh- described why later
| Personality |
Most men would describe her as a sweetheart that wouldn't hurt a souls, but personally she thinks that's a load of crap. They only compliment her so that they can get with her- which is never an easy task.
If she were to describe herself though she'd say she's fun and bubbly- but she also has a dark side; one she's not willing to let most see. Well not most- just anyone in general. It may take a while to get used to her dry sarcasm, but honestly she doesn't mean to offend anyone, sometimes she just speaks without thinking first.
Serenity also believes this whole ‘vampire taking over the town’ thing is overrated, she knows they exist of course but she’s not just gunna curl up in a ball and take it- she’s had enough of that in her life. And if they threaten to kill her she wouldn’t be so bothered by it… to become a slave though, the thought makes her cringe.
| History |
Growing up for Serenity, the house wasn't really that crowded, since her parents only had Serenity and her older sibling's first. They were wealthy even pack then, not nearly as much as now though. Her toddler life was pretty easy, from what she could remember, but once she got into the 1st grade, everything changed. Her father became very strict, especially with her grades, looking good in public, not embarrassing herself at all, since her father thought that if Serenity embarrassed herself, then that would also embarrass the rest of the family as well. So that's how it was when she was in Elementary School. When Serenity was in the 4th grade, her father's attitude got worse and he began to beat her whenever she did something even slightly wrong, even if it was a complete accident. Serenity didn't mind that too much, but then, her father had actually tried to kill her when she was in the 6th grade. She hadn't even know what it was for, but he just came home one day and her father dragged her into the bathroom and put him into a full bathtub, trying to drown her. He also slit the side of her stomach nearly all the way up to her shoulders, just because he thought that would kill her faster. Her older sister was the one to save her pulling her father away from Serenity while her brother took her out of the tub and called the ambulance.
She had a dark period in her life after that when she just kept thinking she wasn't worth it. Her mother soon left her father, and remarried, and she slowly started to become the happy person she once was. Now though she won't let people get too close to her- and she's never had an actual relationship.
| Preferences |
Likes
-Sleeping
-Partying
Dislikes
-People who think they know everything; when in reality they don't.
-Hates being stuck in traffic, or stuck anywhere. Especially crowds; which can 'cause her to have panic attack
-Vampires
-Cliches
Strengths
-Always having the upper hand
-Knowing how to stay out of the way
Weaknesses
She doesn’t like to think she has any, but the simple fact she’d never be able to take on an vamp, is one as well as her trust issues and falling in love. Another weakness would also have to be she can never leave this town because of the ever threatening vamps.