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MissyMay

MissyMay

Minor Being of Mayhem
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  1. Look for groups
  2. Looking for partners
Posting Speed
  1. Multiple posts per day
  2. 1-3 posts per day
  3. One post per day
  4. Multiple posts per week
Writing Levels
  1. Give-No-Fucks
Preferred Character Gender
  1. No Preferences
Genres
Fantasy, Science Fiction, Historical Fiction, Paranormal, and Horror
May's Testing Lab


Oh, hi there.

So, you've stumbled into my little coding lab where I attempt to make codes to make my future posts aesthetically pleasing. If you've come searching for help, I'm afraid you'll not find much here. I'm not the best at teaching. If you've come searching for inspiration than I welcome you to look as much as you want. You can even use any code you find here that I'm sharing, just keep the credit at the bottom and maybe drop a reaction for me! I just ask that you don't post here and don't take any of my characters.

You're welcome to look around, but as a warning some of my codes are not mobile friendly and may look strange.
 
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I have a tendency to forget stuff easily so I'm gonna make a little area for me to put stuff. You can use whatever I have here but no promises on much of it being useful.
Useful Links
FontAwesome | website to find icons
ImageColorPicker | website to get a color palette from an image
Coolors | website to randomly generate color palette
Color Palettes
Palette One
#928fbd
#635fa0
#15112a
#070612


Palette Two
#414146
#3b3b3f
#FF3F00
#ff9d18


Patterns & Pictures
Nothing here yet
Ideas To Work On
Things to do in no particular order:
I. high fantasy character sheet - green theme this time.
II. modern character sheet - blue theme this time.
III. star themed character sheet - purple theme probably.
IV. make a nicer character sheet for Little Blackbird - add blue to that grey this time.
 
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Arkley Public Library

The Arkley Library, founded by the Mulvahil family, is a haven for knowledge seekers. Housed in a historic building with towering bookshelves, it holds a vast collection of arcane tomes, local lore, and ancient manuscripts. Scholars, researchers, and curious townspeople gather here to immerse themselves in the written words of forgotten eras.

Morwenna's Curiosities

A quaint shop tucked away on a cobblestone side street, This shop is a treasure trove of peculiar artifacts and enchanted items. From ancient talismans to trinkets, this shop caters to the fascination of collectors and those who seek to harness the power of the unknown. Morwenna, the enigmatic shopkeeper, possesses an uncanny ability to discern the true nature of her customers' desires.
The Town Square

The heart of Arkley is its bustling town square, where locals gather for various events and markets. On market days, stalls line the square, offering fresh produce, homemade goods, and peculiar trinkets. It is a vibrant meeting place for townsfolk to barter goods and experience the sense of community that binds Arkley together. This is where the yearly festival takes place.

Arkley Cemetery & Mausoleum

A solemn yet atmospheric place, nestled on a hill overlooking the town. Weathered tombstones stand as sentinels, guarding the resting places of Arkley's departed. Locals believe the cemetery holds ethereal beauty that draws visitors who come to pay respects or seek solace in the tranquil surroundings. There are three mausoleums for the three founding families.
The Silver Hart

A mysterious and renowned teahouse and inn owned by Myron Whitmore is a hub of intrigue and whispers. Its dimly lit interior, adorned with plush velvet curtains and ornate chandeliers, offers an atmosphere of intimacy and secrecy. Patrons gather here to discuss the town's mysteries over cups of aromatic tea and delicacies infused with rare herbs and spices.

Whit Pigments

A lovely little shop not far from the town square founded and owned by Armand Whitmore. It's patrons are greeted by a peaceful atmosphere and displays housing vibrant oils paints and watercolors. The sound of glass pigment bottles light clinking against one another as they are perused and soft chatter makes this small shop feel miles away from the hustle and bustle of the streets outside.
The Wild Rose

A somber flower shop located not far from the heart of the town along a quiet cobblestone street. It is owned by a solemn faerie named Katherine who sells flowers of all types though her most popular is the rose. One would think that is would be a vibrant place full of life and perhaps it is, but something sorrowful hangs in the air.

The Bloodstone Vial

A strange, quaint shop co-owned by a Master Alchemist and a Master Potioneer where anyone can find a potion or elixir for their every need. The proprietors have never spoken their names to the people of this town, leaving a rather mystique air about the little shop located in a dark allies. The halls of this store are littered with discarded towering stacks of cauldrons and the floors are littered with loose papers filled with near illegible scribbles that might be spells or a shopping list.
 
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The Anthologies of Arkley
This is the working collection of stories, characters, and lore for Little Blackbird and the town of Arkley.


Interest CheckSign Ups/OOCIC


The Town of ArkleyThe Founding FamiliesReligion & MagicPlayable SpeciesNPC Collection


The Main Characters
 
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  • The town of Arkley was founded four hundred years ago by three families that owned the farmland near the eastern edge of the Hemlock Forest. Nestled in a picturesque setting, the town of Arkley exudes an air of mystique and enchantment. With cobblestone streets, ornate lamp posts, and a mix of Victorian and Gothic architecture, the town presents a rather mysterious ambiance. Surrounded by lush forests to the north and west and bordered by a wide river to the south; Arkley is a small, eerie town nestled far from the influences of the bustling cities.

    The town has a reputation for the forest which looms just beyond the town, its dense foliage veiling secrets and whispered legends. Locals warn against venturing too deep, as the forest is said to be guarded by a supernatural entity called the Blackbird. The children of the town even have a nursery rhyme called Little Blackbird that they take enjoyment in singing. However, once a year during a town festival that draws hundreds of visitors to this small town, the town people will lead several people astray with promises of a once in a life time memory and guide them into the waiting arms of the Whitmore's and that dark place.

    The townspeople of Arkley are a mix of locals who have deep roots in the town and newcomers drawn to its peculiar allure. They are an eclectic bunch, ranging from artisans, merchants, and craftsmen to scholars, occultists, and those with a penchant for the supernatural. Many individuals in Arkley are deeply aware of the town's eerie reputation and even seek to help its more… supernaturally inclined residents.

    In the evenings, the air is filled with haunting melodies from unseen musicians, drifting from open windows or echoing through the streets. Whispers of forgotten tales and there one moment, gone the next shadows linger in every corner, fostering a sense of wonder and trepidation. This little town is a place where the line between reality and the supernatural blurs, and its inhabitants navigate the intricate dance between curiosity and caution.
  • The Festival of Spirits
    The Festival of Spirits is an annual event held in Arkley that is separated into three separate days to honor the three founding families and their connection to the otherworld. It draws a crowd of hundreds from all across the country and even beyond. Traveling merchants, bards, magicians, fortune tellers, and other acts come here to show off their talents and goods. This holiday is also popular amongst scholars and students for the historical knowledge that Arkley possesses and offers freely.

    For three days, the whole town is decorated in painted paper lanterns, flowers such as roses, chrysanthemums, and water lilies litter window sills, hair, and the streets. Painted fabric and hand crafted tapestries depicting ancestors and long dead townsfolk are hung from eaves, windows, and fences. Masks and veils are passed out freely so that the dead may walk amongst the living once again without fear of being caught.

    People are expected to wear appropriate festival garb for the three days - the finest clothing one owns, gloves to cover hands, high necks to hide any skin, and paint to hide any akin that may remain with intricate patterns in vibrant colors. Hair is decorated with flowers and ribbons. A mask or veil is to be worn at all times in public.


    The Day of the Rose
    The first day of the festival and the day meant to honor the Fleming family and their ancestors. This is the day where the market is most active as most of the activities happen after sundown. Once the moon has risen, people are gathered just outside of town to be told the story of Lord Haywood and his beloved wife, Lady Geneva. They would tell of the woman Lorna and her attempts to break them apart. They would tell of Geneva's death and Haywoods grief. They would tell of a great curse that caused the Fleming family to thirst for blood cast upon them by Lorna. They would then tell of the massacre that followed. Most visitors assume this is simply a story, of course. A performance to escalate the festivities and send shivers down people's spines. Only the townsfolk know the truth and only some had family lines from the time in Arkley.
    A releasing of lanterns into the sky is done after the story is finished and people are released to do as they wish. The city square will remain active well into the night and early morning.

    The Day of the Water Lily
    The second day of the festival and the day meant to honor the Mulvahil family and their ancestors. This is the day where performances take place around every corner as most of the activities happen after sundown. As patrons of the arts, the Mulvahil hosts numerous contests throughout the day which include a painting contest, a music contest, and a dance contest. There is a showcase at the Mulvahil Mansion exhibiting the works of their ancestors ranging from paintings to books to inventions. When the sun begins to set, the participants of the festival gather at the lake docks to hear the story of Ava Carnall and her lost love. Again, must assume it is a fanciful tale perhaps written by one of the Mulvahil's long ago.

    After the story is done, flowers are placed onto the surface of the lake and people are released to do as they wished. The city square will remain active well into the night and into the dawn.

    The Day of the Chrysanthemum
    The final day of the festival and the day meant to honor the Whitmore family and their ancestors. This is the day where magic and alchemy are shown off by visitors and townsfolk alike. The Whitmore family hosts a magic competition throughout the day where three winners will be selected to be guests of honor to the masquerade ball held that night. A raffle is also held for an additional nine winners to be selected as guests of honor. Oddly, no townsfolk enter either the competition or the raffle - stating that it's for travelers and not them. As the sun goes down, people are dressed in their best and dawned in beautiful masks. The Whitmore manor is full to capacity. The Whitmore's tells of the day Arkley was founded and the day Maybelle died. They tell of Augustus and his grief and the deal he made with something not human. They tell of Maybelle being brought back as a spirit.

    The Whitmore's call forth the guests of honor and ask that they help carry the candles into the forest to Maybelle's resting place. They tell them that the spirit thing is simply a story, but Maybelle was very real.

    The Day of Mourning
    Not an official day of the festival, truthfully. Townsfolk are dressed head to toe in black for mourning. Travelers are terribly confused, but assume it is simply tradition from the festival. Some might even participate. A small shrine was created at the town square and several masks are lined up neatly. People bring flowers, sweets, jewelry, and small trinkets before moving on. The three founding families stop by to place three wreaths - one made of roses, one of water lilies, and one of chrysanthemums. Visitors ask who the masks represent, they are told that they are for those recently lost.

    No one will remember those who went into the forest and never came out. No one will realize that they left without a friend, a sibling, a parent, a mentor. The magic of that forest and of decay is too strong. They will feel the loss but know not why.

    Perhaps they will never think of Arkley again.
  • Have you heard them sing?

    It's a dreadful little rhyme - a song of horror and bad dreams. Yet every year, without fail, the children of Arkley would gather in packs of four or three and sing the tune. The old women would smile and the young men would grin for they once sang that too. It's a horrible little song, really; a tale told in a hymn. The words barely match and it carries on for far too long - a dreadful little tale of a bird that haunts the night.

    Yet the children of Arkley love that little song. Or perhaps they love to see the faces of visitors fall once they begin to listen. Maybe it's the wary glances between spouses or the pinch in the old man's brows that they love so much. Everything born in this town is a little strange to a traveler's eyes. The song is a bit too eerie. That woman's eyes are a bit too sharp. This festival is a bit too weird.

    So let me tell you of a nursery rhyme that the children of Arkley created three hundred years ago and is still recited and sung to this very day. It tells a tale of the little black bird and a single moonless night.


    In shadows deep where nightmares breed,
    There lurks a black bird and its wicked greed.
    Its feathers dark as the moonless night,
    Beware the tale of its dreadful flight.

    It perches high on the twisted bough,
    A messenger that tells of a dark vow.
    With wings of ebony, it takes to the air,
    Causing shivers and raising your hair.

    When the moon is hidden, and the stars are gone,
    The black bird sings its mournful song.
    A haunting melody fills the misty eve,
    Bringing darkness as you grieve.

    It whispers secrets in a cryptic tongue,
    Of forgotten tales and curses unsung.
    Its cawing echoes through the ancient trees,
    Unleashing horrors and a maddening disease.

    Beware the black bird's ominous calls,
    Lest it beckon you to its darkened halls.
    For if it finds you in the dead of night,
    Your dreams will turn to eternal fright.

    So close your eyes and stay in bed,
    Pray the black bird's song doesn't fill your head.
    Stay safe, stay hidden, don't make a sound,
    Lest the black bird's horrors be unbound.​
The Whitmore Family
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  • The Whitmore's helped found this town four hundred years ago though it came at a grave cost that the family still pays heavily for to this day. Long ago, a man named Augustus Whitmore had four daughters with his late wife. He coddled his daughters and helped found this town so that they might have the life they all wished for - away from the loud city and unwanted suitors. He gave them everything he could, but none more so than his youngest - the sixteen year old Maybelle.

    She was a quiet girl with a love for exploration. A house by a beautiful forest with birds and foxes and so much more was everything she could ask for. But one night, she didn't come home. Her sisters ran everywhere looking for her and Augustus called the other two families to help them search. It was Augustus who found her body, but could not find what had killed her.

    Augustus fell into a depression and then into a madness. He knew magic from his mother and he knew that so long as he wanted it hard enough, his magic would draw something to answer. He wished and begged and cried and finally something answered. A figure shrouded in decaying cloth and swarmed by hundreds of moths asked him why he mourned so grievously. 'Your daughters have begun to heal,' It whispered, 'Why haven't you?'

    He told the creature that his family was always meant to stay together. He built this town so that they might stay, not leave. The creature told him he could not bring a soul back into a body already gone, but he could tie her spirit to this mortal plane. Augustus agreed and offered any boon the being might wish. 'Your daughters,' It hissed, 'And their children, and the ones after that too. Your bloodline will belong to me until the end of this world.' The founder agreed and the pact was made - Maybelle's spirit was forever tied to her bloodline, but the Whitmore's were forever tied to a creature called Decay.

    Decay demanded for every Whitmore that lived past the age of sixteen a person must be sacrificed once a year to honor the deal. Should any fail, Decay would claim their souls and drag them from the mortal realm.

  • The Blood of Decay
    The curse that the creature had placed upon them came with a boon. It knew well that it would be a challenge for some Whitmore's to make their sacrifice. A child could be born sick or a child could be born blind. Decay was not evil by nature and it did not wish to see this family fail, in truth. It favored these humans with magic in their blood, but it is bound by the deal same as they. So on the night each child is born, Decay would visit and bestow upon them a mark painted in its black ichor. The mark would never fade and could never be removed, it would remain there until death.

    This mark allowed the child to change forms into a creature made of black ichor that best suited their soul. At first it was only once a year but as they grew older they could change at will. However, much to the shock of Decay and the Whitmore's, children began to be born as prey creatures. The creature warned the Whitmore's that these children will struggle in their hunts and created an exception. Another Whitmore could make the sacrifice in their name, but the child had to witness it.

    The mark seemed to work even after death, as far as anyone could tell. The spirit of Maybelle could take a human form as well as an animal one - a ghostly little blackbird.

  • The Current Family
    The Whitmore family is currently headed by patriarch Ambrose Whitmore and his wife, Serena Whitmore. Ambrose was born the eldest of two sons and a daughter to the former matriarch, Vella Whitmore, who still lives but no longer handles any family matters. Waverly, the second son of Vella, and Minerva, the middle child and only daughter, both live at the mansion as well. Waverly remained unmarried. Minerva married her childhood sweetheart, Forrest Monaghan.

    Ambrose is able to shift into a monstrous grizzly bear. Waverly has the form of a lion. Minerva has the other form of a harpy eagle. Vella is able to turn into a death adder. Serena, having married into the family, is a human not bound to the curse. Forrest, also having married into the family, is a vampire not bound to the curse.
The Fleming Family
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  • The Fleming family were the ones to bring commerce and trade into Arkley when it was just a hamlet with barely built buildings and only dirt roads. Back then they were just humans who barely had a slip of magic within their blood. There was no curse for the name to bear and no uncontrollable hunger to haunt even the babies. They knew of the Whitmore's and what curse was placed upon them. Gods, they had been the ones to bring merchants and travelers that were made the first sacrifices. They had never believed they would one day be as damned as their dear friends.

    Two hundred years after the founding of Arkley, a young woman came to town in the dead of night. She had heard of the strange town that seemed to attract the otherworldly. The woman, Lorna, had found herself turned away from a full inn and told to head towards the large townhouse at the center of town. There, the Flemings made their home and occasionally would offer shelter to those that needed it. They offered Lorna a place to sleep and a warm meal, but her eyes had been set upon the married patriarch of the family, Haywood, since her arrival.

    It was love at first sight for her, but Haywood had no interest. She pursued him restlessly and even poisoned his wife when he told her that he was loyal to her. When that didn't work she became wrathful and turned to dark magic. She performed a ritual that was meant to make Haywood hunger for her - just as she did for him. The ritual worked but not in the way she wished it had. He had been turned into a creature of the night that tore her apart. In her final moment, Lorna used her desperation and misbegotten rage to curse his name - the Fleming name - so that any that carry that name would carry the curse.

    Haywood had gone on a rampage, as had his freshly turned family, leaving dozens dead. It was through the combined efforts of the Whitmore's and the Mulvahill's that finally calmed them down. The two families locked the Flemings away for quite awhile until they proved they could control themselves.

    From that night, onward, every person that was born, adopted, or married into the family would become what was eventually known as a vampire.

  • The Burden of Names
    The curse that Lorna had placed upon the family name Fleming was absolute. Nothing that anyone had found could break it. The family was doomed to become creatures of the night and be unable to walk in direct sunlight. Of course, the Flemings were a crafty bunch and found workarounds - long-sleeved clothing, gloves, large hats, hooded cloaks, parasols, and even veils. It was strange at first to many, but most quickly came to accept it as a quirk of an already strange family. The wealthy were always so odd in the commonwealths eyes.

    Unfortunately, they could not find a workaround for the thirst. They could train themselves to only need blood once every month as adults, but the children needed blood once every two weeks, and the babies once every week. They found that animal blood could work, but it left them needing more than if they simply drank for a human. It is lucky that most servants offer their blood up when the time comes or else the Whitmore's would no longer have the highest body count in the region.

  • The Current Family
    The Fleming family is currently headed by the patriarch, Samuel Fleming who had never remarried after losing his second husband, Alexander, when he was far younger. He had two children with his first spouse, Claire, but lost her to childbirth. He and Alexander married three years after her death and raised the two boys, Claude and Sydney Fleming. Claude would grow up to marry a man named Neil while Sydney would grow up to marry a woman named Theresa.
The Mulvahil Family
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  • The Mulvahil family came to Arkley alongside the Whitmore's though they had long before carried a dark secret. Where the Whitmore's made a deal with an otherworldly being and the Fleming's were cursed by a mad woman's desperation; the Mulvahil's unnaturalness was born from a union between the land and the sea.

    Long ago a young woman named Ava Carnall decided to make a journey across the sea. She was caught in a horrible hurricane that destroyed her boat and drowned her crew. She thought this was her final day upon this earth the depths pulled her down under. A figure in the darkness grabbed hold of her and dragged her far away and far too fast. No matter how much she pulled or panicked, it refused to budge. Within minutes her breath gave out and water flooded her lungs.

    She woke up to sand under her arms and a man with long red hair hovering over her. He explained to her that he saved her, but that no one else had lived through the storm. She thanked him and then, reasonably, screamed when she noticed he was part fish. She screamed once again once he had left to hunt for some food for her when she noticed that she was on a relatively small island with no hope of escape.

    Over the course of several months, the two fell in love. The man, who revealed his name was Mulvah, had explained that he was the last of his kind. Time passed and Ava told him that she believed herself to be pregnant and that she was afraid. Alone on an island with no midwife, she was likely to die bringing these children into this world. Mulvah began to hunt relentlessly for wood and salvage to build a raft.

    It was impressive, really, just how fast the two of them worked. Within a month the two had set off towards the nearest landmass with people with Mulvah pulling the raft day and night. Perhaps it was poetic that a storm would blow through and destroy the raft. But it was tragic when Ava woke up alone on a beach, never to see her lover again.

    Ava claimed the name Mulvahil and gave birth to a pair of red headed twins - Percy and Emory. These twins would go on to help found the town of Arkley.

  • Child of Two Worlds
    Despite multiple generations having passed the Mulvahil retain two traits from their ancestor and namesake - the ability to transform into a siren and a predilection for hair colors thought unusual by the masses. Each child born of this bloodline has a longing within them every time they look at the river or lake that rests within Arkley. Though nothing can be done until their eleventh birthday when they undergo their first change into their siren form.

    Most of the time they are able to pass as human. They possess no desire for flesh or blood. They have made no pact with an entity from lands beyond. They are not even bound to one form or the other. They, however, cannot perform magic as the rest of the world can. The magic that their blood possesses is something far older and long forgotten. They can shape the tides, call a storm, or communicate with aquatic life. Unfortunately, their powers come and go with the lunar phases though it is strongest during the full moon.

  • The Current Family
    The Mulvahil family is currently headed by the elderly matriarch Harriett Mulvahil and her husband, Benedict Mulvahil. She has a pair of twins, both middle aged, named Lacey and Lucia Mulvahil. Lacey, the heir, married a man named Edger while Lucia, the wild child, married a woman named Carmela.

 
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The Mirror

Not much is known about the mirror, in truth. Don't get me wrong there are hundreds upon thousands of books and art going back thousands of years with depictions of it, but they all never line up. One place thought it to be the afterlife; one thought it to be the birthplace of monsters. Perhaps the most true of the assumptions is that it is the home of the gods. If you want to call them gods, that is; most call them the Predecessors. There is very little proof that scholars can study beyond that of the existence of faeries and banshees (they dare not try to get close to a wendigo).

What they could find out was this: It is a mirrored version of our world. It looks so similar but so wrong. Most claim that the sky's the gateway to that realm. The rain and the fog and the clouds all come from there or perhaps go there from our realm. The Predecessors reside there alongside numerous monsters, beasts, and strange creatures people have not and will never see. Nothing can break through the veil of the mirror except the power of the first and oldest of the Predecessors - the Primeval's. Wendigos were banished from the Mirror for their crimes and Banshees were born of the earth but given powers of the Mirror.

Faeries… In all honesty, no one knows how they got through. They think it's funny to keep it a secret.
The Predecessors

Those that came before - the gods that created the Mirror and the Earth. There are many of these, though only a few are worshiped as actual gods. These beings are bodiless or shapeshifters or something of the like. They hold no steady form - shifting between any person or animal they wish to look like.
Below are a list of the Primevals typically worshiped:


Magic Fate Horror
Life Time Sorrow
Death Love Joy
Magic of The Mirror

Magic is born of the sky. With enough exposure to rain and fog and perhaps even the winds, a person may develop power within. It is up to them to harness it and draw it out into the world. This can come in control over the very elements, ability to create potions and alchemy, the ability to heal a wound, and much more. Magic is all about intention. If you possess enough power within you and you believe it or want it enough, it will happen. Some things are easier like calling forth fire or ice while some of it is near impossible, maybe even a death sentence, like summoning a Predecessor or resurrection.

Everyone has some degree of magic within them and can use it for small things, but those with wells of magic within them went through several severe storms or underwent months long rituals.

This is a rather loose magic system, I know. I want to see what you can do with it, but try not to do anything overpowered without my permission.


Vampire

One can look upon a vampire for only a second and come to a single realization - This creature is, or was, human. Perhaps that is what makes them so dangerous. The monsters can look like you, your neighbor, or your friend; They can even look like your cat. There's no sign beyond the pallid nature of their skin and their intense eyes. They can smile and laugh; they can mourn and cry. They're not evil by nature, but many are by choice or by hunger. The thirst is insatiable. Perhaps one can push off feeding for a month or two, but it will eventually creep back. Their veins begin to burn and their fangs begin to itch. It's enough to drive you insane.

Common Powers: Common Weaknesses:
Enhanced Senses, Speed, & Strength Cannot Use Power in Sunlight
Shapeshifting (Typically Wolf, Bat, or Snake) Burnt by Holy Symbols
Hypnosis Cannot enter home without being invited
Shapeshifter

In truth, this creature comes with a rather broad list of options. These human looking creatures are capable of shedding their human form for that of another. This could be anywhere from a wolf to lion to a horse or an eagle. They only ever have two forms though - their human and their animal. They are strange people to be certain - retaining traits and habits from one form to the other. Too human to be an animal and too animalistic to be human. It is truly a curse to exist between two worlds when you cannot fit into either.

Common Powers: Common Weaknesses:
Ability to transform into an animal form Allergic to Silver
Enhanced Senses, Speed, or Strength Forced Transformation on Full Moon
Physical Traits Carry Over (Fangs, Venom, etc) Painful Transformations
Wendigo

The sight of a wendigo is the sight of a tragedy and a war within. Two souls trapped in a single body - a spirit of evil hunger and greed and a human that must combat it. Once the possession takes over, it is only a matter of time. Be it a day or a decade, the human soul will one day give into the beast within and fully transform into a monster even the most vile fear. Until then, however, the human must deal with the whisperings, the hunger, and the rage. Please note, that wendigo characters are technically fighting the wendigo and have not yet given in.

Common Powers: Common Weaknesses:
Supernatural Strength, Speed, & Smell Constant Hunger
Immunity to Cold Weakness to Fire
Near Invulnerability Random Moments of Possession
Banshee

Many would feel a shiver of fright upon meeting the eyes of a banshee - they are often called the Heralds of Death, after all. They keen and wail and shriek when they feel the presence of death lingering nearby, waiting to capture the soul of the dying. Despite the fear surrounding their existence, they are just normal women. Girls and Ladies and Croons who have been blessed or cursed and brought back to life by death itself. They heed the ancient beings' call and go where they are needed, typically cloaked or veiled in white.

Common Powers: Common Weaknesses:
Supernatural Sense for Death They keen, scream, and wail uncontrollably when near death
Can see ghosts and souls Can be banished with magic (but this does not stop Death)
Cannot stay dead (until Death is done with them) Feels compelled towards areas where death lingers
Faerie

A creature that looks distinctly wrong even when passing for a human. Their faces are too symmetrical, their skin smooth as granite, and their teeth a little too sharp. In their true forms, they come in a variety of shapes and sizes. Some have pointed ears, some have the wings of a butterfly or moth, and some are smaller than a child. No matter their form, they are first and foremost beings of mischief and malicious trickery. They can enchant a human and lead them away into their strange realm, never to be forgotten. Remember this: Never give a faerie your name.

Common Powers: Common Weaknesses:
Hypnotism Protective Charms (Bells, Four Leaf Clovers, etc.)
Shift between a human and faerie form Allergic to Iron
Illusion and Conjuration Beholden to Any Deals Made


You can, of course, make up your own supernatural creatures for this story. I only ask that you ask me first and provide a short description and three powers and weaknesses for them. I will add any created species to the list below for everyone to use and maybe even some NPCs. I will probably refuse any new species if we somehow get ten in total.
 
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The Whitmore Family
Vella Whitmore

Age: 68
Gender: Female
Species: Shapeshifter | Death Adder

Personality
Vella is an unkind woman with a severe, serious look on life. Whatever care for the world or for unimportant matters she once had died when she was a child. The only thing she shows even the smallest amount of care for is her grandchildren. She finds enjoyment in teaching them things, encouraging them to expand their horizons, and pushing them to be better. She is not a good woman despite this. She cares too much for image and finds no issue with the death of those in the lower class if her family stays alive and strong.

Backstory​
Vella was born as the only child of Adelia and Furgus Whitmore. She was spoiled beyond measure since her parents struggled to have her and they knew the likelihood of having any other children to be slim to none. Vella wanted for nothing and grew up entirely unaware of her family's dark secret. It was the night of her sixteenth that her family - in her youthful mind - ruined her life by telling her the truth. She screamed and cried and begged to stop lying and that this wasn't funny. It was only after the pain began that she fell silent as she underwent her transformation into a snake - a death adder.

Her parents rejoiced! Their only child was a venomous snake that only needed to make one bite to complete the ritual. She would live a long life and never suffer from the tragedy that had befallen many of Whitmore's before her. Vella, however, mourned. Her life as she once knew it was destroyed and she blamed her parents for refusing to give her any warning. Vella went from being all smiles to frowning constantly. She swore to never keep this a secret from her own children.

She married a man named Issac soon after her eighteenth birthday, not out of love but out of obligation. He was a kind man and he never raised his voice at her, but she could not bring herself to love him. Vella felt pity for him, mostly. He could have had a loving wife and children free from this curse had he not been born in this little town. She knew that he did not love her either, but that meant nothing so long as he gave her children.

And he did. Ambrose was born a year after her wedding, healthy and strong. Minerva was born several years after him, graceful and sharp as a whip. And Waverly was born last, sickly in body but adventurous at heart. She told them all the truth early and even put Ambrose through harsh training to defend his family. She would not have them experience the crushing grief she felt when she learned of the truth.
Ambrose Whitmore

Age: 49
Gender: Male
Species: Shapeshifter | Grizzly Bear

Personality
Ambrose is a man of dry humor and an overly friendly demeanor to the public. It makes for a great mask to hide the calculating mind that lies behind his sharp eyes. He's protective of what he views as his and sees no issue in the hunt if it means they will all still live. He would gladly stain his hands red for the members of his family that could not themselves. Ambrose is, frankly, insane and deadly if he wishes to be. Not to mention he is rather short tempered and unyielding in his beliefs. If there is any Whitmore to truly fear it would be him.

Backstory​
Ambrose has never known a life outside the little town of Arkley - has never known a life without the weight of his title, his family's curse, or the blood that stained his hands. Vella was especially harsh on her oldest, telling him of his duty to the family at such an early age. She brought him into the forest to hunt before he even transformed for the first time. She taught him to wield a knife, a sword, and whatever magic his tiny body could use against those that they hunted. He was told that it would be his responsibility one day to do this for those of his family that could not.

It messed him up quite a bit, in all honesty. He was always a bubbly child despite the pressure, but that happiness turned into near hysterics after his first murder at the age of twelve. It took years to piece together a somewhat sane image for the public, but his mind never recovered.

He was in his early twenties when he found Serena and fell in love with her at first sight. He met her eyes across the ballroom and fell fast - it would have been a true fairytale ending had she not been chosen. He was the first to hunt that night and the first to strike his victim down, but he spent the rest of the night staying just out of Serena's sight. He would scare her away from the other members of his family until only she remained and he led her out of the forest. His father died that night, unable to complete the hunt and he felt no remorse.

Ambrose spent years courting and dating Serena, but she proved to be unwilling to marry. It was then that he met another woman named Anais Bouchard. Unlike with Serena, he did not know her in one instance and loved her the next. Truthfully, she drove him mad as she would tease him at every moment they talked. They fell in love over the course of a year and, despite Ambrose being engaged to marry Serena, had a child together. Somewhere in that year, he had fallen out of love with his future wife and fallen in love with a woman that had been doomed to die bringing his firstborn into this world.

Ambrose could not bear to keep his son a secret, so he revealed him to the town and family as his eyes promised death to those that would dare question the boy's place. Serena married Ambrose not long after but he could see the hurt and anger she hid behind serene eyes. It was that anger years later that stayed his hand from tossing out a young child his wife had taken in. She had never once raised her voice at him before that night, and her voice still range in his ear even after he accepted that his wife would adopt the child.

That was one of the few moments in his life he actually felt fear.
Serena Whitmore

Age: 47
Gender: Female
Species: Human

Personality
Serena is a strange woman, to be sure. She has an obsession with the macabre and can match her husband in humor. Her mind is filled with works of poetry and song, both made by her and made by others. She's not a visibly happy woman - might even seem bored or sad to the unfamiliar eye, but she is content and loved. She is quiet and loves to hum or sing little melodies. She has a calm presence that can put most at ease when near her. She feels safe to be around, even if she's not.

Backstory​
Serena was born to a strange, poor couple in a city she doesn't remember the name of anymore. She knows they loved her and she loved them. She knows that they were struggling everyday for money and that her father was a tailor and her mother a minstrel. She remembers spending hours every day helping her father sew dresses or trailing after her mother as she sang for the masses. Most importantly, she remembers being loved.

Her life had been painfully normal until she was a teenager. Serena's mother had announced to her and her father that she had been able to join a traveling band. They could finally get out of this city they hated and see the world - maybe even find a new home. So, they packed up what little they owned and spent the next few years on the road.

The band found their way to Arkley just in time to perform at the Festival of Spirits. Her memory gets pretty foggy when she tries to recall this time of her life, but she knows she and her parents fell in love with the town and decided to stay. It certainly helped that she had begun to fall in love with the heir to the Whitmore estate.

Serena was reluctant to marry someone she felt she didn't know well even if she did love him. They spent quite a long time courting and dating, but then he proved unfaithful. He showed her his son that he had with another woman - a woman who had died in childbirth. She never knew Anais and couldn't help but hate the little one that had not been born her own. It was only after several years and Ambrose accidentally revealing that Anais never knew of Serena that her hatred turned from the innocent to the guilty.

After that day, Serena couldn't say she loved Ambrose anymore. She stayed out of obligation to the little boy she helped to raise. She grew unhappy though she learned to hide it well and couldn't hide the rage behind her eyes whenever she would look at her husband. That rage finally hit a boiling point one night, years later, when a young child collapsed just outside the mansion. She nursed the child back to health and grew to love them as if they were her own - one she knew she would never have with the man she loathed. Ambrose tried to toss the child back out into the wilderness and, for the first time, Serena stood her ground.

The argument was honestly a blur to her. She had never felt that amount of wrath before that moment. In the end, she only remembered two things - that she got to keep her new child and that flash of fear in her husbands eyes when she screamed at him.
Minerva Whitmore

Age: 45
Gender: Female
Species: Shapeshifter | Harpy Eagle

Personality
Minerva has always been the most down to earth and intelligent of her siblings. She's got quite the unique mind and is able to perfectly memorize things at only a single glance. Despite her presently serious and quiet demeanor, she's actually quite mischievous. She often understands things much quicker than others and finds her amusement in simply telling people she knows and then withholding the answer from them. She's quick to judge and is a very decisive person, but thankfully isn't too stubborn or prideful to change her mind.

Backstory​
Minerva probably had it the easiest of her siblings. She was not born the heir and she was born perfectly healthy. She never caused trouble or had pressure put on her. In fact, she was left to explore and do as her little heart pleased. She spent much of her childhood with her nose stuck in a book and her feet wandering the halls of every library and bookstore she was allowed into (and some she wasn't). She even knew of the curse long before her mother sat down and told her.

She was the first Whitmore in four generations to leave the town of Arkley for longer than a few months. Her thirst for knowledge brought her to a distant university to become an inventor. It was there she found Forrest Monaghan and fell in love over the course of three years. It was a slow and steady build up between them until Forrest had his... incident. She was attending a lecture when the far side of the school collapsed which is probably what saved her from being expelled through mere association. Minerva fully expected him to leave and never return but he stuck around the city for another year. It was his willingness to wait for her that finally had her agreeing to marry him. She sent off a letter to her mother and within a month of their arrival to the small town, they were wed.

About a year after her wedding, Minerva discovered she was pregnant with twins. It scared her to the point of putting down her work for the final four months. It was worth it though, to be able to hold the best things she'd ever created. That feeling of wonder died pretty quick when they proved to be trouble which only doubled after her youngest was born. She couldn't believe that her brother's got the calm children while her decided to all mutually give her a headache. She still loved her children for all that their antics probably lowered her life expectancy.

Minerva would kill to go back to those times, though. She would rather the headache from their antics than the pain of one of their absence. She had thought nothing of the hunt that night - it had been easy though she did have to help her nephew finish his hunt. Everyone had their sacrifice only a few hours into the night. She was ready to go home when the fog of decay lifted but she couldn't find her first born twins. She flew into a panic after a short while, her instincts kicking in and telling her something was wrong.

She found her sons body, soul lost to decay and realized this night had gone horribly wrong. She was near catatonic when her brother, Waverly, finally dragged her back to her rooms and into her husbands arms. She felt she was being greedy in her grief - Forrest was surely mourning too - but she simply couldn't move. Everyone else seemed to cope better than she did as far as she was aware. Her own daughter even offered to let her speak to the ghost of her son, but she simply couldn't bare the thought.

It's been years but, truthfully, she hasn't recovered.
Forrest Monaghan

Age: 46
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire

Personality
Forrest is a headstrong man with a brilliant if complicated mind. He is simultaneously the smartest and dumbest person in the room at any given moment. He's curious - taking apart objects, dissecting animals, making complex diagrams, and studying every book in the library. It's unfortunate that he's also incredibly reckless with his experiments and has nearly blown himself up on several occasions. It never seems to phase the man as he goes right back to the task at hand after cleaning up. Despite how things tend to blow up around him, he's a rather quiet and calm man. Nothing seems to scare him and nothing seems to disturb him.

Backstory​
Forrest was raised by his granduncle that spent his life on the road. He couldn't ever remember having a stable home for longer than a month. His granduncle, a vampire named Roland Monaghan, was not exactly paternal or wealthy. He didn't understand children let alone human children but refused to let his last living family member live on the streets.

Upon his coming of age, Forrest turned his eyes to attending a university. While they had no money, his talents and mind won him a free entry to the school. For a few years, things were calm. He quickly rose to the top of his class and showed great promise in the areas of Alchemy, Anatomy, and Biology. The professors were sure he would grow to be one of the greatest doctors that Europe would ever see. They gushed over how cute he and the new student, Minerva, got along and challenged each other academically.

Just a year before his graduation, Forrest did something insane. He performed an unsanctioned experiment that nearly killed seventy of his peers and did blow up a small portion of the school's undercroft. This caused the floors above it to collapse and the school was forced to cancel several classes. For all that he was the favorite, he was expelled on the spot and sent away in shame. He only stuck around to support Minerva as she finished her own schooling.

They traveled back to Minerva's hometown of Arkley to marry. His wedding gift from his granduncle was being turned into a creature of the night which he soon felt relieved to be. He was told of the curse and how she or their future children would die if they could not complete the sacrifice. He knew his newfound abilities would help him there and he even began an experiment still going on to this day to enhance the powers the Whitmore's were given.

Unfortunately, his experiments were in vain. He lost one of his own children to the hunt and finally realized just how awful this whole thing was. He cursed the name of a man he never knew for being unable to let go of a child so that now he's forced to. Forrest scrapped the ideas he once had and began anew. He was determined to free his wife and two remaining children from this curse even if it meant delving into darker magics.

His resolve only hardened when his daughter approached him and asked him to help her create a special, enchanted coffin to keep his son's body from decaying. He didn't ask why; he knew. She was so much like him in some ways - she would bring her brother back and he would break this curse.
Waverly Whitmore

Age: 42
Gender: Male
Species: Shapeshifter | Transvaal Lion

Personality
Waverly is a sly man with a dark sense of humor and refined taste. He enjoys debating and arguing, especially when he can prove others wrong. He's prideful; too prideful to admit when he's wrong a lot of the time, even. To most, he's distant and will offer quick glares at those that annoy him. He's got a razor sharp tongue and a quick wit and has no problem expressing himself or his dissatisfaction. He makes it difficult to get along with as he constantly pushes everyone but his family away. In all honesty, he used to be the easiest Whitmore to befriend until his son was born and his wife vanished.

Backstory​
Waverly is the youngest of his siblings and, even worse, was born rather sickly. He spent his childhood being treated like he was made of porcelain on the verge of shattering. His parents kept him inside at all hours of the day and under the constant eye of his nanny or the butler. His siblings were the only highlights of his days during his early years - bringing him sweets and flowers and teas. He was pretty much trapped in the family mansion, even after his body recovered and he showed no lasting consequences of the illness.

It was only at the age of fourteen was he finally allowed out of the house to roam and explore. His brother could hardly keep up with him after that. Waverly quickly became known as the friendliest of his family and found friends everywhere he looked. Shopkeepers would offer him free goods and everyone would wave at him as he ran by. His life was truly beginning to look up.

Then he found a girl that infuriated and enraptured him - a girl named Lynley Albrecht. Every time he tried to get to know her or make her smile she would dance just out of his reach with a grin. He fell in love with her as he chased after her through the cobblestone streets. Waverly was certain that she would never have offered him a chance had it not been for his sister taking pity on his attempts and spoke to her. Somehow, Lynley agreed to one date.

He went all out for this night; flowers, candles, and the sweets he saw she would always get. He even got his brother to stay away from him for a few hours. It was all luck that she agreed to another date and another after that one. His sister relentlessly teased him that she had to be the one to get him a wife. She was right, honestly. For all his charm and kindness, he was rather bad at trying to impress the girl he likes.

After a year of courting, Lynley agreed to be his wife. Waverly remembers stumbling over his vows and nearly tripping on his way out of the venue. A year after their wedding, he cried for the first time in years as he held his son for the very first time. He thought everything was perfect, but his wife had begun to pull away from him. He tried everything to fix it - flowers, candies, taking over changing his sons diapers at night so she could sleep.

He cried for the second time when he woke up one morning and found his wife gone. There was no note and her - their - son was left without a mother. After his tears dried, he grew furious. He sent the police out to search for her and when they turned up nothing, he paid for bounty hunters to find her. They too returned empty handed. Waverly came to accept his wife had abandoned him, but something in him fears his son would disappear too.

He began to hide his son away from anyone not of his family and went from friendly to cruel. No one deserved the time of day in his eyes; he trusted and loved someone once before and look what they had done. Whatever good he had in him disappeared with his wife.




The Fleming Family
Samuel Fleming

Age: 79
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire

Personality
Samuel is a rather irresponsible man that has a tendency to disappear for months at a time to go off doing who knows what. One could say that Lord Fleming is a creature of chaos - whenever he's around there's never a dull moment. He's quick to laugh, offer quips, and will jump at a chance to verbally spar. He wasn't always like this, of course. After the death of both of his spouses, he seemed to turn to this behavior as a way to cope. They took his name - they were supposed to be immortal just like him.

Backstory​
Samuel was born the only child of the former Lord Fleming - an overly cautious man that married late into his life to a woman he barely knew or cared for. It was likely the lack of love between them that Samuel remembers most about his family. Well, that and the fact that his mother left when he was five and his father left when he was eighteen. The former Lord felt burdened by his name and by his title so he decided to leave as soon as his son was old enough to take the title. In all honesty, Samuel hated his mother and father but none in Arkley could blame him.

When he was just twenty years old, Samuel met the woman he would marry - June Parlow. It took several years, but they eventually had a small ceremony and she underwent the change. He was so happy for the first time in his life. He had someone he could trust and love and live the rest of his life with. She gave birth to Claude and then Sydney a few years after that. She had no issues carrying her firstborn, but the second… It was difficult for her. Her hunger was insatiable, she had numerous fainting spells, and could not leave her bed the final month of her pregnancy. It really didn't shock Samuel when she passed away before she could hold her second born son.

He was in tatters trying to piece his life back together and also raise two young boys. He spent nights sobbing where his own sons couldn't hear him. Then, a few months after June's death, he met a man named Alexander Dwyer. He stumbled into town during a heavy storm and sought shelter under eaves of the Fleming Residence. Samuel came out and invited him in, desperate for company beyond that of his toddler and infant sons. Once they began talking, it was like they couldn't stop. They told each other their life stories and Samuel insisted that Alexander stayed if only for another few days. Those days turned into weeks and then months and then years as Alexander never left. He helped raise the two boys and eventually they stopped being friends and became lovers. They married three years after June died. Samuel was happy once more.

Then a woman who called herself Weston came to Arkley. She demanded answers from the people of the town - telling them she would keep them safe from the monster in their midst. A self-proclaimed monster hunter sent by her guild to find a vampire. Everyone kept their mouths shut, not willing to rat out neighbors or friends or family to someone they viewed as crazy for hunting a monster in a town full of them.

Unfortunately, someone must have said something for she showed up at the Fleming residence and killed Alexander without question or comment in front of Claude and Sydney. Samuel had been out to meet with Lady Whitmore and Lady Mulvahil to discuss Weston. He came home to the woman boasting and demanding payment for getting rid of the monster while his children cried, hiding in the corner.

Suffice to say, Weston did not leave Arkley and Samuel was never the same.
Claude Fleming

Age: 56
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire

Personality
Claude is described by the people of Arkley as kind and respectful but slow. He struggles with many academic things but has found passion in those that require physical movement. He's probably the physically strongest and fastest person in the region and takes joy in keeping people safe. He's truly just a big teddy bear with naught even an ounce of malice in him despite the grief that life throws at him. He's also rather good at keeping secrets as he is a man of few words.

Backstory​
Claude is the first born of Samuel Fleming and his late wife, June. He can honestly say that he has no memories of his mother. The paintings remain on the wall and he can see his eyes staring back at him when he views them, but that's it. He can still remember the first time his father showed him the painting and asked him if he recognized his mother. Perhaps it was the desperation in his eyes despite the steadiness of his father's voice that made him say yes. He definitely remembers the happiness bubbling inside of him when he saw his father's eyes light up in a way they so rarely do.

He also remembers Alexander and… well, he remembers the day they lost Alexander. He felt weak and worthless at that moment. Samuel repeatedly told him that it wasn't his fault, that he was just a child but it still haunts him. His brother may have pushed the memories away, but Claude never could. It was what drove him to demand that he have private instructors to teach him to fight. This wouldn't happen again on his watch. No one else in his family or that his family loved would die when he could save them.

Claude excelled in combat - a true prodigy. It made him feel like he was actually worth the blood that he took from others. He was never good at anything an heir to a wealthy family should be - he struggled with mathematics, never got a grasp on money management, and couldn't even figure out magic despite the reportedly large amount he had within him. He passed the title of Heir down to his younger brother as soon as Sydney was an adult and fully devoted himself to his passion.

It was not long after he stepped down that he actually fell in love with a man from out of town. A traveler named Isham that sought to find his place in the world. Claude gave him a place at his own side and they eventually fell in love. They spent the days training together. It was one such day that Isham fell horribly sick. No doctor could figure out what was wrong, but they did everything they could to save him. Claude was in a panic and offered to turn him or find another to turn him.

He doesn't like to recall the argument that came after, but it's hard not to when he stares at the headstone that carries his first love's name. It took years, but he eventually found another to love named Neil. He was perhaps a bit hasty to marry the man, but Claude could not - would not - risk losing another he loved.
Neil Fleming

Age: 52
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire

Personality
Neil is a rather confident man with a love for the stars. He's quite the academic and quite the workaholic. He could spend days observing the stars and recording everything he found through the lens of a telescope. He can't seem to stay still either, always on the move or muttering to himself. One could try to follow along with his words, but most get lost as they quickly think he's muttering nonsense. He is, mind you, but it sounds sane to him.

Backstory​
Neil was an orphan, born to a woman he doesn't even know the name of. He supposes he was lucky, really. His birth mother decided to leave him on the steps of an orphanage instead in a dark alley somewhere. He was raised under the strict, watchful eyes of the Caretakers for several years until a Professor and her husband decided to adopt him. His childhood after that was a rather nice one. He wanted for nothing and even got into a university at an early age.

He found a passion for astronomy and The Mirror at his university. He graduated in the top percentage of his class and continued to study the stars and the Mirror there under a grant. Of course, that all went up in flames rather quickly when some student blew up part of the undercroft while he was in the middle of an experiment involving the Mirror. It imploded in his face and - quite literally -left it's mark. He was able to see things from beyond the Mirror walking alongside humans from that day on.

He was fired from his career at the university for his own safety and spent the next year of his life wandering, taking recordings of stars from places all across the world. He also took notice of something strange - a small crack would sometimes show up in the sky. It was as if the very Mirror was beginning to fracture. He sent his concerns to others, but they brushed him off. His accident was well known and, while many believed he could truly view into the Mirror, they simply wrote off his concerns as a product of the human mind being unable to comprehend.

It was after this that he finally stumbled into Arkley and fell, quite literally, into the arms of his future husband. He still gets a blush just thinking about that.
Sydney Fleming

Age: 54
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire

Personality
Sydney certainly seems like a confidant, suave man with generational wealth behind him. In reality, he is a very good liar that can't help but hide his true self to the public and even his own family at times. He struggles to believe he is worthy of the title he will soon inherit, constantly placing his father and his ancestors on a pedestal. He never could see the big picture, never could see how they all struggled as he does. He needs constant validation or he fears he did something wrong.

Backstory​
Sydney was born to Samuel Fleming and his first wife, June. He knows she died giving him life, but he knows next to nothing else about her. His father's eyes went glassy and distant when he asked, Claude never really knew her either, and Alexander simply never met her. He wonders what his life would have turned out like had she or Alexander never died. Perhaps they would have pushed him to be better or to marry for love or to spend more time with his son.

But they're gone. He never knew his mother and Alexander died when he was just a boy. He's only really known his father as a man trapped in grief. Perhaps that is why he never attempted to know anyone enough to love, or perhaps he is simply incapable of loving another as anything more than a friend. Maybe that is why, when he met Theresa at the annual ball the Whitmore's held, he offered to marry her. It certainly wasn't love at first sight, but he knew he needed a wife and he could see it in her eyes that she wanted a way out.

They married fairly quickly, all things considered. Neither cared for a grand ceremony and Samuel bent to his son wishes for something quick. They had a son together a year or two later, though Sydney felt he wasn't ready to be a parent. He felt that he had far too many issues to expose his son to and so he left him to the care of his mother and his servants. Looking back, he wished he had made more attempts to know his son. He wished he had been there for his first words and the first time he walked, but he wasn't.

He didn't really get to know his son until the boy was an adult himself. He could recognize the grief well enough - it seemed to haunt his bloodline as sure as a curse. It had hurt his ancestors, it had hurt his father, and now it had hurt his son. He was almost glad he had never fallen in love. Theresa was a dear friend and he couldn't imagine his life without her.

Theresa Fleming

Age: 49
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire

Personality
Theresa could be described as a rather vain woman, in truth. She cares more for appearances than for feelings. Perhaps it is for this reason that she thrives in the upper echelon of society. Despite this, she tries to be a better woman than her mother ever was. She does care for her new family, but she struggles to express this in a way that most understand. She buys elaborate presents instead of offering physical comfort or caring words.

Backstory​
Theresa was born to a wealthy, high class family from Madrid. She was raised since she could remember to be the perfect daughter that would bring her parents great status and wealth. Theresa went along with it for most of her life, of course. She was kept isolated from her peers so she had no knowledge that what they did to her wasn't normal. Parents aren't supposed to have children only to further their status and keep said child locked away inside her own home for years.

One day when she was fifteen, her father agreed to send her off to a private school in London to 'further her horizons.' Whatever the reason, Theresa was simply glad to finally see something beyond her parents estate. Once there, she quickly realized she was different. She couldn't get along with her peers in a genuine social setting and struggled with basic communication. She spent the first year there with no friends and was widely ignored by others. It was only the arrival of another girl her age named Fia Jonsson, the daughter of a temple knight from Sweden. Her parent's wouldn't have approved of their friendship due to Fia's lower status.

And approve they did not when they somehow got word of her friendship to the girl. The year Theresa was set to graduate, she was forcefully removed from the school and brought back home where she was locked in her rooms again. Her parents punished her for her supposed rebellion and told her that she would be married within the next two years to spare them further embarrassment. It was pure luck that her family decided to go to Arkley for the annual Festival in hopes of gaining favor with one of the three families. Sydney took notice of how much she hated her parents and offered her a way out. She could marry him, knowing he would not love her, as long as she was willing to have a child with him. Theresa took that offer with little hesitation, telling him she was not looking for love.

They married to her parents approval, but she had the final laugh as she disowned them and they were kicked out of Arkley with warning to never return. Theresa did as she offered and had a child with Sydney and, true to both of their words, neither fell in love with each other. They became each others best friends and confidants. Theresa and Sydney both revealed to each other that neither had felt any sort of romantic feelings for anyone. Truthfully, she struggled with any sort of intimacy - romantic, familial or friendship wise. It made for raising a child difficult and her upbringing certainly made matters worse.

She tried not to be like her parents before her but she knows she failed in many regards. She did love her son, but the only lessons she had to pass on to him from her parents was that status meant more than love. She's glad in some way that he never listened to those.






The Mulvahil Family
Harriett Mulvahil

Age: 66
Gender: Female
Species: Siren

Personality
Harriet was once the rebellious child of her family, born with her chin raised in defiance. In some way, she still is that way though there are no others to compare her to. She makes her mark upon this world and shows no remorse for her daring nature. You'll not find a more strong-willed and resilient woman. Nothing will slow her down for long, not even her age. Despite her title as Lady Mulvahil, she's very bad with diplomacy. She's very much an act now, speak later type of person.

Backstory​
Harriet was born the youngest of five and never felt she fit in with them. She ran off on little adventures while her siblings - all a year apart from one another - learned to play instruments or dance or paint. She destroyed all the little dresses the maids would put her in in a matter of minutes. By the age of eight, her parents had simply resorted to buying her pants, tunics, and boots and hoped that those would at least return unscathed by nature.

They did not.

Truthfully, her parents never even attempted to tame her wild nature. They saw no harm in it as long as she stayed in near Arkley and kept whomever (typically the poor stable boys or the family butler) she dragged off with her nearby. She was never going to be Lady Mulvahil so she was given freedom to do as she pleased. When she finally started to rebel it wasn't against her parents, but against her oldest brother - Rowland.

He thought their parents were too lenient on her or perhaps too harsh on him. He was to be Lord Mulvahil. He was to be responsible for making sure the families gift remained secret no matter what. Rowland swore to any in his family that would listen that Harriet would only cause them trouble. Her nature would be revealed to outsiders because she stayed to close to the surface of the lake or she couldn't keep a secret. He blatantly lied multiple times in the hopes their parents would do something.

They did nothing, but when Harriet was eighteen, they couldn't bare to her him complain anymore and sent her off with a few servants and told her to explore until she was ready to come home. She was ecstatic - this was all she had ever wanted! She sailed to America and to Africa first, finding a love for both places but her feet itched to wander. Eventually she found her way to Constantinople. Her first day in the city resulted in a man knocking her over, gaping at her, and then asking him to marry her. She slapped him, of course, but she couldn't help but feel oddly charmed about that all later.

For some reason, her eyes no longer drifted to the horizon. She felt as if she had found the place where she belonged... and the person she was meant to be with. Harriet refused to acknowledge her feelings for months, but Benedicts persistence won out in the end. She fell for him fast and agreed to marry him after several months. She sent her servants home with the news and told them that they were released from her service.

Harriet, admittedly, cursed Benedict out when she learned she was having twins. She knew very well that they came from her side of the family, but she still felt it necessary whenever she had to push out two babies only minutes apart. She loved her daughters very much despite the pain of labor. She had actually been getting them ready for a long trip on a boat to go see her family when she got the news - she was Lady Mulvahil.

Her parents, siblings, and nephews had all perished in a fire at their vacation estate on the shores of France. She was wrecked by grief and barely remembered the trip to Arkley to host the funeral and live in a now horribly empty home. Where once there was family everywhere now there was only four.
Benedict Mulvahil

Age: 69
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Personality
Benedict is best described as steadfast and supportive. He will always be there for those that need him without hesitation and without question. He honestly has the patience of a saint to deal with his family, but he loves them more than anything. Due to his upbringing, he's a hardworking individual with a pragmatic take on life. Despite the years of living in wealth, he still balks a little when he sees just how much money his family can spend.

Backstory​
Benedict was born to an struggling artist and his sickly wife in the depth of London. His mother nearly died bringing him into this world and never fully recovered after having him. His father tried so hard to chase his dreams and also support his wife and son, but it wasn't enough. His paintings could never compare to that of those formally trained under masters. He had no connections, no family, and no money.

There was nothing in this city for them. No one would miss them should they simply cease to exist so the artist packed three bags - one for him, one for his wife, and one for his son - and left it all behind. What little money they had managed to get them far enough and the work the man could do would gain them a little more in each town they passed. It took years, but the little family made it to their new home in Constantinople.

In all honesty, Benedict doesn't remember London or his families time on the road. He believes that he had been born in the city of his childhood. He's only known the children that swords with sticks and older women that would pinch his cheeks and offer his bread whenever they saw him. He never knew his father once struggled to sell his paintings or that he never had a master to teach him before stepping foot in this city. He had a good childhood in his eyes. They weren't wealthy by any means, but he never knew his family to struggle.

He found a passion in magic at an early age that he honed as he grew. He was a prodigy which caught the attention of a traveling priest. The woman offered to set him up with a scholarship should he promise to serve as a priest later in life. He agreed with little hesitation and spent the next six years learning all he could. He proved to be a true master in divination magic.

Under the tutelage of the university, he learned to peer into the future and the past. It was difficult and it took much effort, but he could eventually choose what to See. It was one of these sessions that he Saw his own future. It shook him to his core; a woman he didn't recognize held a two children with hair the color of fire and eyes that looked like his. He couldn't make sense of it... or perhaps refused to.

It certainly made sense when he met the woman from his visions by knocking her over. He could only stare, mesmerized as she turned as red as her hair in anger and embarrassment. She demanded to know what he was staring at after so rudely knocking her over and not even offering to help her up. All Benedict could do was stammer and immediately ask her to marry him.

Not the smartest move on his part.

He served under the local temple as a priest as he tried to court a woman that, frankly, hated him. She never told him to leave, however, and so he kept coming back. He even used his magic to See if his future had changed but it seemed the Predecessors were laughing at him because he could See nothing. It took months to finally get her to agree to let him court her and even more for her to marry him.

They had Lacey and Lucia not long after their marriage which caused quite a few raised eyebrows, but he loved his daughters with all his heart. He left behind his life as a priest at the temple to head back home to Arkley when news came in that Harriet was the last of her family and not the Lady Mulvahil of Arkley.
Lacey Mulvahil

Age: 46
Gender: Female
Species: Siren

Personality
Lacey is best described as wild child that has since calmed down. She's unafraid of stating what is on her mind and talking to strangers making her quite the social butterfly. She's the type to have a contagious smile, often brightening a room when she enters it. Most would say she's caused a lot of headaches and heartaches in her youth but few say she still does. Where once she was loud and boisterous she is now, well, still loud but not nearly as much.

Backstory​
Lacey and her twin sister, Lucia, have little to no memories of her birthplace. She knows she was born in Constantinople; was told so growing up by both of her parents, but the images just don't ring a bell. It distressed her mother quite a bit to learn she only knew Arkley for reason she never knew. She had assumed, or rather inferred, that mother hated this town.

She remembers the pain and longing in mothers eyes when she spoke of her once home. It seemed she mourned more for her lost chance at freedom away from her birthplace than for her family that had died. Lacey simply couldn't understand her mothers hatred for their home. The people loved them, they had money to buy whatever they wanted, and they were all together. Why wasn't mother happy?

She probably made her mother's life far more difficult than she should have. By the age of fourteen, Lacey was offended for the town and people of Arkley that she began to scorn her mother. The woman only stared her down in silence until she eventually stopped bothering her mother and began ignoring her. Benedict tried everything to fix the growing rift between the two but they're both as stubborn as a mule. Lacey turned her anger on her father when he asked her to look at it from her mothers perspective. Her sadness was irritating in the girls mind and her mother had no reason to be so unhappy.

It was only on her and Lucia's eighteenth birthday that she slowly began to understand her mother. Benedict had told the two that they were to explore for a year or two before coming home. They were given enough money for them to live comfortably on the road, but they would not be allowed back in the house for months. Lacey was furious; she had everything she ever wanted in Arkley and was heir to the Mulvahil estate. She likely would have spent that year staying at the local inn had it not been for Edgar.

Benedict knew his child well and wrote a letter to the nearest temple to ask for one of their temple knights. The man dragged her along for a few months before she really began to view the world as a marvel to see. By the end of the year, Lacey understood the sorrow in her mothers eyes. Harriet had been born for the road but tragedy pulled her back into a gilded cage and clipped her wings. Arkley was Lacey's home and her mother's prison.

She began to write to her mother - first to apologize and then to hopefully lighten her mood with drawings of far off places and small things she could fit into envelopes. Throughout this all, Edgar remained by her side. He never once wavered in his resolve to see her journey through despite her being an absolute brat at times. As the seasons changed and they explored further and further, their relation slowly developed.

First the became friends and then they became lovers. After another few months on the road, they turned to head back. Edgar now had a new promise to keep - to marry Lacey and offer her a happy life. They married at the temple of his childhood and remained there for a year before she felt the call to return to familiar waters.

Lacey returned home to Arkley with her husband in tow despite her mother begging her to live her life elsewhere. She was the heir and it was her duty to take her mothers title when the time came. Truthfully, Lacey hoped her mother would pass the title to her so that Harriet may return to her true home and regain her happiness. Unfortunately, her mother is as stubborn as she is.
Edgar Mulvahil

Age: 50
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Personality
Edgar is often seen as the chivalrous knight of honor by the locals. While that is true to some degree, that's not the only facet of his personality. He's devoted to his faith, his family, and his duty to protect. He's used to making hard decisions that other cannot and has no issue taking the role of leader. He's a rather stoic man with a strong sense of discipline and courage. While he is teased relentlessly for his code of honor, he is also highly respected and loved by the community.

Backstory​
Edgar was born the eldest son of a Priest of Sorrow. His mother had been raised in the temple in London and so decided that her children will as well. His father was a farmer as far as he was aware, but the man would not leave his livelihood behind to live in a temple. It never bothered the boy growing up; he was being raised by every member of the temple just as the other children. He had many mothers and many fathers. He had dozens of siblings and not just the younger sister that his mother had birthed as well.

He was pulled aside when he was around ten by the leader of the temple knights and told that they would offer him training should he wish for it. They had noticed he lingered just at the edges of the training grounds and watched the knights train. He quickly became the best recruit in his age group. Edgar was a natural with a musket and a sword; his aim was truly unnerving. The priests actually speculated that he had enough magic in him to enhance it.

It was when he was only fifteen that his mother passed away unexpectedly. It left him reeling for months. The woman wasn't the best mother and he felt more connected to other women that helped raise him, but... that was his mother. He had never stopped to consider that she would pass away this early in his life. The others at the temple would whisper where they thought he couldn't hear that they had no idea what caused her death. She wasn't sick an there was no evidence of an attack.

Poison. That was what they found. Edgar's mother had been depressed for as long as she had been at the temple and he had never noticed. How was he supposed to tell this all to his thirteen year old sister?

It brought his progress through his training to a standstill. He couldn't concentrate and began to miss his targets almost without fail. His instructor tried his best to help him work through his grief but it never worked. It took a year for him to finally realize that if he continued down this path he would be exactly like her. He would leave his sister and his friends behind without a care in the world as to what it would do to them.

It was hard. He had fallen behind and his body was not as strong as it once was. Edgar refused to give up and worked harder than he ever had. He advanced through the training even faster than he had before and ended up being knighted by the age of nineteen. He was now able to make a vow and serve a Predecessor. At first he had thought to follow the one her mother had but look where her faith had taken her. In the end, he chose Life.

One of his first assignments was to escort a nobleman's daughter across this side of the world. The man, Benedict Mulvahil, had informed him that she would fight him and throw tantrums at ever turn but this was for the best. She had grown up in this small town and he wanted her to see what laid beyond.

The man was right. Lacey Mulvahil was a little hellion in a tiny frame and could, frankly, pack quite a punch. He almost wrote to the temple multiple times to beg for a replacement despite his attempts to remain calm and composed. She drove him insane until one day she finally calmed down. She told him of how she had always hated her mother in some way for being so sad. Harriet Mulvahil, she told him, had been forced to take the title she now understood. It wasn't the paradise to the older woman that Lacey saw it as, but a cage she could not escape. Edgar wondered if he would have hated his mother too had he noticed her sorrow.

They spent the next several months growing closer until the agreed to return to the temple of his childhood and marry. It was hard on Lacey for the year they stayed and eventually she revealed to him of her nature. She felt the call to return to the water and her body had grown uncomfortable. He packed his bags without hesitation and followed her.
Lucia Mulvahil

Age: 46
Gender: Female
Species: Siren

Personality
Lucia is often viewed as the more quiet and respectful twin between her and her sister. She's confident in her silence - a woman needing few words to make her point. She's actually quite the little adventurer and feels most at ease when wondering. Don't let her quiet nature fool you, between her and her sister, she is the one with a far more fiery temper. She's hot headed on a good day and downright explosive on a bad one. Still, most tend to refer to her as the calm sister without realizing neither are.

Backstory​
Lucia had always been the calmer twin between her and her sibling. She never felt that anger towards her mother that her sister did and it truthfully grew to agitate her. She felt as though Lacey had drawn all the attention towards her because she required constant placating from both parents. She didn't hate Lacey but she certainly felt upset as it never really changed.

She spent much of her early years finding more companionship in the children of servants than in her own sister. So many would mention to her how amazing it must be to have a twin sister - a friend from birth - to walk this world with. Perhaps it might have been had they actually spent more than a few hours each day together. Lucia found her joy in exploration while her sister found her love in communication. She watched as the other families seemed to have no problems with their siblings and wondered what went wrong.

Was she to only be a footnote in her own twins story?

By the time she was eighteen and her parents had asked her to travel the world on her own, she felt as those Lacey was practically a stranger. She didn't linger in the town for long after she was given her things and a horse to take her wherever she wished to go. It was hard and she found it difficult to send her letters back home with nothing to show for her time away.

Eventually, she found her way to Venice, Italy and fell in love with the city. It so was different from her home and so close to the sea. For the first time she could dive beneath the surface and just keep going further and further. On her second week there, she accidently went too far out and came across a ship. To her luck, the people on board didn't notice her when she surfaced. Well, she thought no one noticed her until she met a pair of eyes staring into her very soul. It scared her to backing down below the surface and praying to any being that would listen that the woman would simply believe Lucia to be a mere illusion.

To her misfortune, she recognized the ship in the port not even a few days later and had a feeling she would meet that woman again. She was right when she met her gaze again in the market place and saw the spark of recognition. She all but ran away, thankful that the woman seemed happy to follow her into solitude instead of loudly stating what she was for the whole world to know. The woman introduced herself as Carmela. The two began to talk and Lucia explained what she could so long as the woman promised to keep it a secret.

The woman vowed to keep it a secret for a price - a date with the siren. Lucia agreed with a red face; one date... which quickly turned into a few dozen. Carmela would go away for some months before returning to Venice and the siren. One day, she came home and asked Lucia to marry her. The siren agreed for a price - they go home to Arkley.

The couple found their way back to the familiar cobblestone streets of Lucia's childhood and married several months later. While Carmela would disappear for several months at a time, she would always come back home into the arms of her wife.
Carmela Mulvahil

Age: 42
Gender: Female
Species: Human

Personality
Carmela is a strong-willed woman with a steely resolve. Her years of experience that give her a aura of confidence and authority that tells one not to trifle with her. She is outspoken with no hesitation to stand her ground against those she probably shouldn't. It probably doesn't help that she's one of the most stubborn people this side of the world. Despite her rough and tough exterior, she's absolutely soft for her new found family.


Backstory​
Carmela was born to the captain of The Vittoria and his first mate during a great storm. Her mother told her with pride that she refused to wait for even a moment longer; the girl was born to the sound of rolling thunder and crashing wave. Perhaps that is way she took to the sails and life so well. She was brought onto shore every time the ship was docked, but Carmela walked her only little toddler legs back onto the deck. She fell off the gangplank a few times, actually. Gave her father a heart attack at every turn.

She grew up simply knowing what to do on ships. She never had to be taught more than a few things and even those were rather easy for her to grasp. She was a little prodigy on the sea. She was not, however, very good with a sword or musket or even a cannon. Her swings hit too weak and her shots often went wide. It took her constantly training for her entire teenage years to get any good with any of those weapons. Truthfully, she never got too good with the musket and preferred the sword. The Vittoria never saw enough battle to warrant her getting better. Pirates did show up, but her father or mother would protect her even if she was the best fighter on the ship. Such is the way of parents, she supposed.

One night, when she was around nineteen or twenty (she can't remember now), she saw a flash of red out in the water. Her mind panicked for a moment, believing the young cabin boy to have fallen off the ship. She ran over to the edge and met the eyes of a woman hiding just below the surface. She was about to call out to her and offer her a rope when the woman disappeared below the surface with a flick of her tail. Tail. Carmela's mind blanked when she comprehended what she saw. As far as she was aware, sirens were tall tales sailors told to pass the time. Yet she just saw one a few miles from Venice of all places.

She had believed it to be a figment of her imagination until she found the woman in the markets of Venice. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to chase after a creature said to lure people to their deaths before eating them but Carmela never claimed to be smart. Luckily, the woman - Lucia she said - had simply asked her to keep it a secret. Carmela immediately blurted out she would if she would go on a date with her.

Carmela felt like she wanted to crawl into her bed and never come back out. What happened to the woman that moved with confidence? To her amazement, Lucia agreed. They enjoyed many nights together despite her leaving to go on trips again and again. Eventually, she finally decided to ask Lucia to marry her.

They headed to Arkley to marry and live, though Carmela would occasionally travel to the nearest port and travel with her parents once again.






Arkley Citizens
Mayor Audra Turner

Age: 50
Gender: Female
Species: Shapeshifter | European Badger

Personality
Audra is a pragmatic woman well suited for running a town of people as strange as she is. She's progressive in her views and sees little problem with letting people be they wish to be. She is, surprisingly, a very religious woman and is quite devoted to the Predecessors. Perhaps that is the reason she sees no issue with the Whitmores and their deal with Decay? She's quite diplomatic and respectful to outsiders. It is due to this that she is able to easily turn outsiders attention away from the town of Arkley.

Backstory​
Audra was actually not born in Arkley despite popular belief. She doesn't quite remember where she was born, but she remembers the beaches and crashing waves. Her mother, a shapeshifter that could turn into a little cardinal, had lost her husband not long before heading to Arkley for the annual festival with her five year old daughter. She likely wanted to cheer her only child up after the recent loss. Audra's mother entered the raffle despite the warnings of the local doctor - a Scottish man named Dearil Bell - and died in the forest. The little girl was taken in by said doctor after realizing she had no one else to take her in.

She doesn't remember much about her mother - not her eyes, or her voice, or her smile - but she does remember the smell of her perfume. It was the smell of rosemary. That was all Audra had of her mother growing up under the caring if not absent minded hands of Doctor Bell. He was a good man but acted more like a brother than a father. Perhaps this was in part due to his young age, but he did try his best. No one else would step up and take care of the little lost girl.

Her childhood was fairly normal for someone in Arkley. The townspeople forgot over time that she wasn't born there which was certainly helped along by the fact she could transform into a little badger. She never had any problems and grew into a beloved figure. She was actually nominated to run for Mayor by the previous one.

She has spent many years caring for the town of Arkley. Audra loves this place and its people and nothing will stop her from keeping it safe.
Morwenna

Age: ??
Gender: Female
Species: Faerie

Personality
Morwenna is a... strange person to be sure. She's well loved and easy to get along with, but there's something not quite right about her. That should say something in a town where people live to be abnormal. Still, she's quick to laugh and offer sagely advice at the drop of a dime on all matter of topics. She seems to always know when she's needed and can almost be in two places at once. She's rather difficult to anger and is known as a bit of a free spirit. Oh, and be wary; she had a bad habit of collecting things so if you loose something, check her shop.

Backstory​
There is not a soul in Arkley that knows where Morwenna came from. Records state that she's been there almost as long as this town has existed. She hasn't visibly aged but neither does she avoid the sun. She is certainly a Faerie as that's the only thing that makes sense. Mind you, that is also speculation.

When people ask Morwenna about what she is, she laughs. When people ask where she is from, she laughs. When people ask where she gets some of her inventory (she has an ancient Akkadian speak, for goodness sake), she laughs. It seems to bring her genuine enjoyment to leave people guessing everything about her. The citizens of Arkley are sure she would have kept them guessing her name had she not named her shop after her.

Wait. Is the shop actually named after her?
Doctor Dacey Barnett

Age: 35
Gender: Male
Species: Wendigo

Personality
Dacey is an intelligent if eccentric man. He's very calm and well mannered despite being host to a wendigo, but this likely comes at the price of being the most intense person in the room. People tend to avoid his eyes for that reason - they hold an otherworldly power behind then and an intense hunger. Still, he's trustworthy enough to be their doctor as he hasn't given into that hunger in the whole five years he has made Arkley his home. He's actually quite the conversationalist.

Backstory​
Doctor Dacey Barnett is a rather mysterious man that appeared in town one summer five years ago. He claimed that he has very little memory of anything prior to a year ago when he became host to a wendigo. In his words, it is an ancient creature he share his body with and surely he must be right for the wendigo seems patient. The beast obviously hungers, but does not force control. Many wonder what it is waiting for.

Whatever the case, he was welcomed into Arkley with little hesitation when he revealed that he was a medical doctor. The town had lost their previous one a few years prior and were desperate enough to accept a man as potentially dangerous as him. Dacey never caused any problems and proved to be a very good doctor. He was capable of using healing magic, creating potions, and diagnosing numerous diseases and illnesses.

He even offered to take in an orphan left by the Festival only two years ago. Dacey treats the boy as his own and has tried to get him to train under him. But children do as children do - cause mischief and chaos for adults. The boy shows promise if only he would just stay still.
Jessie Butler

Age: 31
Gender: Non Binary
Species: Wendigo

Personality
Jessie is a loner at heart trapped on borrowed time. They do their best to distance themselves from people but can't due to their compassionate nature. They quite sweet when you get to know them for all their doom and gloom appearance. They take pride in their work and is actually quite the perfectionist. Had fate been kinder, they likely would have been an artist traveling the world or an inventor showing off their innovations. Jessie really is very smart and creative, but they can't stand to fight the hunger within them for long enough to live amongst others.

Backstory​
Jessie Butler was actually a human raised in Arkley. Their father was practically exiled from his home due to his inclination towards necromancy and other darker magics. He had lost Jessie and their mother to an illness. He had tried to resurrect them both, but only Jessie's soul returned. The townspeople found out and formed a mob, chasing them both out with naught but the clothing on their back.

They found their home in the town of monsters where Jessie thrived. They weren't judged for being different nor for having once been dead. The doctor of the town made sure to keep a close eye on the child, but reported that nothing seemed to be wrong with them. They had only been dead for less than half an hour when their father had preformed the spell. The doctor guessed that was why is had worked.

Truthfully, Jessie didn't notice anything different. Sure, their body ran unnaturally cold and their blood was a bit sluggish, but they were alive. They grew up rather normal and lived a normal adult life as an apprentice to a local painter. They even adopted a child seven years ago after deciding to never marry. They were happy with their career and their new daughter!

Then they woke up with a darkness creeping into their mind. Jessie felt hunger like no other, but refrained themselves from doing anything. They knew well what this was - had seen it once before in Arkley. The new doctor was a wendigo and now so were they. Jessie cut themselves off from almost everything, taking up the mantle as the graveyard keeper to keep themselves away from people. They told their daughter to stay away to keep her safe, but the stubborn girl refused. Jessie drew the line at them staying in the same house and made sure their daughter lived in a townhouse.

Life was turning very lonely out here.
Phil Jones

Age: 70
Gender: Male
Species: Shapeshifter | Clydesdale Horse

Personality
Phil is perhaps the most friendly, talkative man you will ever meet. He can talk to anyone for hours and it's almost difficult to send him on his way once he begins a conversation. It makes him rather approachable, but very energetic despite his age. Not to mention he is quite the optimist that loves to make people see how things will turn out fine in the end. Perhaps that is why he is so good at giving advice... though he does need to learn when it is wanted or not.

Backstory​
Phil is was born in Arkley, raised in Arkley, and plans to die in Arkley. This always has and always will be his home no matter what happens. He imagines it's much the same for his daughter and grandchildren just as it was the same for his mother and grandfather. His family goes as far back as the town does, really. His ancestors were some of the first to settle here and work the farms for the Whitmore family. One of his own ancestors even married into the Mulvahil family!

He's truly proud of his heritage and always has been. It made growing up easy in a town like Arkley. He and his sister never had any problems and he grew up well loved by the others. Even when his mother struggled, he could go to his neighbors house to eat or visit the local inn for a free meal.

The way he sees it? This town has more than earned his and his families loyalty.
Shirley Burns

Age: 15
Gender: Female
Species: Human

Personality
Shirley is known by most for being the most mature child her age. She's well loved for her calm and quiet nature but ability to empathize. All the older ladies of the town offer her proud smiles when she shows them her sketchbooks, telling her she'll go far with her talent. It took a long time for her to get comfortable enough to get close to the people of this town, but now she views them all as a big family. Her time here has really brought her out of her shell.

Backstory​
Shirley was born in the United States of America to many people's surprise. Her parents took her away from that all when trouble began to stir out of fear that they would somehow get caught in the crossfires. They weren't happy in London, but it was a home for them. They had plans to go back home after everything settled.

Or they had before they attended the Festival of Spirits in Arkley. Her parents both entered the raffle and won while she was left behind due to her youth. She hadn't minded at the time since it sounded boring, but then morning had come and they didn't return. She wandered around the cobblestone streets and asked where she could find them. A few locals helped her look until she revealed that they went into the forest, then they just looked at her with a bit of sadness.

It was an older lady that told her that they had left and would not be coming back. The lady held her as she cried and screamed and tried to run away before taking her in under her wings. She couldn't care for her in the long term, but she would house Shirley until a new home could be found for her. It was a local artist named Jessie that took the girl in and raised her as their own. She was hesitant at first but grew to lover her new parent and her new home. She felt like she actually belonged in this town unlike London.

When her new guardian became a wendigo, she refused to leave their side. Of course, they tried their hardest to push her away but she wouldn't lose another parent so easily.
Oliver Skidd

Age: 13
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Personality
Oliver is a pretty typical boy for his age, actually. He's friendly and would probably try to fist fight a Predecessor if he was given a change to. Not because he hated them or anything, he's do it just to see if he could. Don't be fooled by his dumb or even mischievous antics, he's incredibly smart and creative. Nothing will hold him back for long and he can rise to any challenge... so long as his guardian is nearby. He's still learning to trust that he won't be abandoned again.

Backstory​
Oliver did not have a very good early childhood, all things considered. His parents were very poor and they lived in a house with five other families. He became a chimney sweep at an early age to bring home money for his family since his mother was unable to work after an accident at the factory she worked at. It was a dangerous job for a child his age, but he learned to be fearless.

His father had apparently found a job at some distant city and he secured transportation for his family through a traveling performance group. The group would stop in a town called Arkley for a week before moving on to the town where the Skidd family would make their final home. The trip went well and the festival was amazing to Oliver. He got along well with a bunch of kids there and ran around playing with them from dawn till dusk.

The day after the festival rolled around and he woke up to neither parents there. He was confused and asked the performers where they were. The troupe leader told him that he had spoken to his father just an hour prior, but when Oliver asked around he found out that his father had left Arkley. Thinking maybe his dad had gone back to London to grab some things they might have forgotten, he began to search for his mother. Oliver was told by the locals that his mother took ill and had passed away the night before. The local doctor, Dacey Barnett, promised to look after him until his father returned.

Months passed and his father never returned. It dawn on the boy that he had been abandoned and that his father may have been the one that got his mother sick. He learned a lot under Doctor Barnett and knew that people don't simply fall ill and die within a matter of hours unless poison was involved.

The doctor refused to let him live on the streets and promised to look after him from now on. It was difficult for Oliver and he wakes up every day afraid that the man he views as his new father will leave him too.
Rosale Penn

Age: 73
Gender: Female
Species: Shapeshifter | Weaver Bird

Personality
Rosale is a rather no nonsense type of woman with a strong work ethic. The way she sees it - she's too old to care about appearances or lying. She'll tell you how things are in a straight-forward, honest manner. She's not one for frills or excess and has no desire to live a opulent life style. She's quite happy as she is, thank you very much. Don't think she doesn't have a sense of humor though, she absolutely does. She loves to throw dry quips out there and exchange humorous banter.

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Rosale was not born in Arkley and actually only came here in her later years. She had already lived a fulfilling life designing and sewing clothing for the nobles of many cities and towns. She has never married nor has she ever had a child of her own blood. She doesn't wish to do either of these. Her legacy is not carried on by blood but by the children she trained to sew.

She settled in Arkley about a decade ago after finally accepting she has gotten too old to travel. She made her name rather quickly here by sewing beautiful costumes and outfits for the upcoming festival. It actually caught the attention of the founding families and she has spent months prior to the festival making their costumes. It makes her happy to be kept busy.

She does have an apprentice to help her too - the last one she will ever take. He is a member of one of the Fleming family and drives her up the walls sometimes. But, she is glad to have a chance to pass along her craft to one last person... even if she does have to hit him with a basket on occasion when he annoys her.

 
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Little Blackbird
Below is a basic setup to hopefully help you get started on your first post. This will also include a info area for the weather, general starting time, and the moon phase (for all the shapeshifters out there). If there are any announcements, I will be posting them below to keep everyone updated. We are currently on Chapter One: The Day of the Rose.

If you would like to follow a specific format for character posts so everything matches, you can use the one below this post!






Interest CheckSign Ups/OOCThe Anthology of Arkley


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Chapter i.
The Day of the Rose
On a quiet road leading nowhere rests the town of Arkley. It is not a particularly notable town - nestled too deeply in the embrace of nature for any to care about it for long. Most days here are quiet and lethargic with townsfolk offering each other soft greetings and friendly smiles. The soft ringing of shop door bells fill the early morning. Most days are almost idyllic.

Today is not one of those days. The streets and alleyways are littered with flowers and small altars where people can place offerings. Booths line the street sides with merchandise and goods from far away places while local shops prop their doors open for any to see their goods. Walking vendors carry beautifully handcrafted masks and lanterns. These once quiet streets are filled with strangers and citizens alike, all here to celebrate the annual Festival of the Spirits.

Today is the Day of the Rose - the first of three days meant to honor the dead and the founding of Arkley. Today shall be a day of getting to know the town and it's people despite the looming clouds and possibility of rain on the horizon.

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need a sheet for basic world setting - one tab, the three governments - three tabs, species - 3 tabs, vaughn astronautics - four tabs, technology - six tabs, Lao S75 & leviathan - five tabs, the Aphelion - four tabs, and the NPCs - tab for each character.


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  • Artificial Intelligence
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  • Medical Advancements
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  • Cybernetics
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Drexel Estates
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Wysall, United Kingdom
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Hourglass | Set It Off

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  • PROFILE
    Full Name
    Role

    Citizenship || Service Number
    Sacred Name | All A'vir, Humans, and Hybrids born under Hegemony rule have one.
    Preferred Name |
    Nicknames |

    Age |     Please keep in mind that A'vir and Hybrids age and mature differently than humans. A 50 year old A'vir is basically a 25 year old human.
    Gender |
    Species |
    Sexuality |
    Date of Employment |
    Date of Birth |     You can just place the month and day if you don't want to do the math.
    Place of Birth | You may choose from any of the listed planets, colonies, or space stations. You may also come up with your own place.

    Height |
    Weight |
    Eye Color |
    Hair Color |     Only applicable to Humans and Hybrids.
    Pattern | Only applicable to A'vir and Hybrids. The patterns are that of snakes and whatever 2 colors you want.
    Distinguishing Feature |
    Cybernetic Enhancements |     Your character must have the augmented eyes and augmented ears. They can (but are not required to) have four more cybernetic enhancements of your choice. If you wish to make one up, please pm the name and what they do and I'll see about accepting it.
    PUBLIC RECORD SYSTEM . . .
    CONNECTION ESTABLISHED . . .
    DISPLAYING DATA . . .

  • RECORDS

    Notable Traits |

    Service Record |
    How long have they served on the Aphelion? If applicable, where did they serve before the Aphelion?

    Prior Record |
    This is pretty much the backstory. Please make it at least two paragraphs long but no longer than six paragraphs if you can help it.


    PUBLIC RECORD SYSTEM . . .
    CONNECTION ESTABLISHED . . .
    DISPLAYING DATA . . .

  • NOTES

    Equipment |
    This includes weapons, armor, devices, VI, med-kits, drones, etc. Your character will only have access to this stuff after entering the Leviathan. You may include any images of weapons, devices, or drones - however, you are not required to. Please use the code below to post the images.


    Notable Skills & Talents |
    This is where you place what your character excels at. I ask that your character not be good at everything. For example, if they're great at tanking damage, then maybe they suck at stealth.

    Vaughn Astronautics Notes |
    Any notes that the higher ups, HR, doctors, etc. might have to note about your character.

    Extra |
    This is for anything you want to add. Want to put a specific outfit? Have a whole playlist instead of one song? Made a moodboard? Want to keep track of relationships? You can put that all here and whatever else you feel like!

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Hello! I'm May, but you may also call me Missy if you prefer. I'm never really sure where to begin with these things so I'll start with the basics. I've been writing and roleplaying for probably around a decade now. I like to think of myself as fairly adaptable with both the plotting and writing side of things as I prefer to match my partner or group's style. I love to chat OOC and I absolutely adore worldbuilding. I am happy to follow a preset plot or come up with one as we go. As a fair warning, I love to make things pretty and aesthetic - meaning I might have a pinterest board and a playlist up and running for what rp we come up with. I also enjoy making aesthetic google docs which I will probably make if that's where we want to make our character sheets.


My Preferences:
◈ 18+ only. I find it more comfortable to write with people closer to my own age or older than me.

◈ I tend to prefer to write male characters, but I am happy to write female or nonbinary as well! I can also play multiple characters - though I would limit the amount to three at most. I am also happy to play NPCs as needed.

◈ I'm a sucker for a good romance, but it's not necessary at all. However, I do not feel comfortable with writing smut of any kind. If it gets to that point, fade to black would be fine.

◈ I have a preference for Fantasy, Horror and the Supernatural/Paranormal genres, but I adore everything from historical to science fiction. I will say that I will not write anything just plainly modern - modern with magic is perfectly fine, however. I lean more towards the darker side of each genre - like Dark Fantasy or Dark Wild West.

◈ I'm pretty flexible with the art/face claims used for characters. I personally lean more towards semi-realistic, but I will absolutely match whatever my partner uses.

◈ I prefer to use PMs or Threads, but can use discord too.


Expectations:
◈ I like to think I'm fairly flexible but I would prefer my partner to post at least two paragraphs per post so that I have something to write to. I will probably adjust my writing style and length to match yours. I welcome new writers too! We all have to start somewhere.

◈ I would like a reply at least once every two weeks, but I understand life can be hectic. I'm patient enough to wait for a reply so long as you don't mind the occasional meme or random questions in OOC. I can post anywhere from once a day to once every two weeks typically. You can absolutely remind me if I seem to have forgotten.

If you're interested, please drop a message for me in PM!​

Plots
Below are some ideas with a basic plot and a lot of interest on my part. Feel free to pick from any of these and we can expand on the plot together!

The Witch of Holden

Witch & Childhood Best Friend​

Magic is a choice, the priests would inform the reverent masses. His harsh eyes would linger on the youth ducked into their mothers' sides. A warning - a threat. His eyes would linger on one child in particular. He would later speak of how he could sense the evil that lurked beneath the child's eyes. He would show remorse that he could turn the ill minded youth to the light; that he had let them linger near the others of his age. For surely they must have been greatly tempted to follow in the child's path… especially the one that clung to them.

Magic is a choice, the masses would whisper as they scorn the child. The priest had them all convinced - even the child's parents. They were evil - it was only a matter of time. Eyes followed the child everywhere. Every action, every word, every moment was scrutinized and scorned. The village had turned against them… all except for one. Their dearest friend - their only friend. The child would hide what they were even more desperately when they were with them. They would hide the fire that flickered beneath thin fingers, the flowers that bloomed in their wake, how the forest trees would bend to greet them. They would not scare their friend… no, never them.

Magic is a choice, the child would mock the priest in his final moments. It had been a long time coming. A single push too far had been all it had taken. A fire had spread through the church and left only the child and the priest at it's mercy. The child knew they would never escape the wrath of the village as the fire began to roar. All they could see was yellow and red, but the fire never touched them - it didn't hurt. All they could feel was the warmth that the village never gave them.

Magic is a choice, except for when you're born with it. The witch told themselves as they strolled out of the church to the waiting eyes of the masses. They had never learned a spell or made a pact with some dark creature. Yet the fire answered their call and the flowers bloomed at their touch. They had never had a choice before, but now they did. The witch refused to let the village hurt them anymore, but they could never hurt them either - not while their only friend remained there.

The forest beckoned and the witch answered.

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For this one, I don't have much in the way of a plot yet - mostly just a world to base it in. I do have some ideas - the childhood friend could have been accused of witchcraft or perhaps they left to find their friend after their parents got sick. I don't think this would work with multiple characters, but I'm willing to adjust to allow so for those interested.


The God Slayer

God & Mortal​

For a thousand years, the world was ravaged by a war waged by the gods themselves. Plagues, famine, great storms, and hoards of monsters made the planet - once a place of great beauty - into a wasteland. And still, even when humanity dwindled in numbers and their prayers stopped; even when mortals began to claw at the doors of paradise; even when rivers began to dry and the forests began to die - they would not stop. It took the desperation of three gods - the goddess of nature, the goddess of the sea, and the god of the sky - to bring an end to the needless conflict. Their very creation was all but gone when they descended from the realm of the gods and offered their dearest children a gift.

Blood.

Golden ichor from their very veins to turn mortals greatest warriors into creatures never before seen. They asked their children to storm the gates of the celestial plane and tear the other gods down from their thrones. The three would remain here, on Earth, to heal the planet and restore their children to their former glory.

Within five years, most of the old gods were felled. The few that remain - save for the Three - fled into the mortal plane to create their own place. Small realms born from the gods remaining power were hidden amongst the far reaches of Earth. The warriors that once stormed the home of the gods now hunted down all that remained on the order of the Three. God Slayers they became known as. It has been five hundred years since the destruction of the celestial plane and still many remain. The God Slayers roam endlessly in search of their foes, but even they can only do so much. Even they need help - clerics blessed by the Three, scouts to run ahead, and soldiers to fight alongside them.

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For this one, I'm looking for someone to plot this out with, though I do have some basic ideas so far. One character would be an old god hiding from God Slayers. They can be the god of anything - war, death, life, time, etc. The other character would be a mortal in service of a God Slayer - a cleric, scout, or soldier - who stumbled their way into the hidden realm. The god/goddess locks the mortal away in the realm to prevent them from telling their Slayer of its location.

This can probably work with multiple characters too - two gods and two mortals. The gods could be siblings and the mortals work under the same God Slayer.


The Hollow House

Ghost & House Sitter​

It looked like an easy job, if a bit lonely. Housesit the old manor of some old, widowed socialite located deep in the forested mountains for a large sum of money while the lady went swimming in the Bahamas for winter. It would be cold - the snow must get bad that far up the mountains - and lonely. The nearest town was thirty minutes away by car. There would be no staff to talk to, no children to watch, no pets to look after. Just an old house…

So why did it feel so… unnatural to look at. Something about this place raises the hair on your arms; makes you turn your gaze behind you to meet the eyes that are endlessly staring. The older woman was kind as she gave you the rundown of the job - do not leave the house unless absolutely necessary. Food will be delivered weekly. No friends, lovers, or family over. No leaving the house after midnight. Odd, but the woman was a strange one so it was hardly surprising. Something about her eyes made you wary. Thankfully, you wouldn't see her again for three months.

It really did look like an easy job.

Of course, that means it isn't. Something causes the house to creek late at night. Something causes scratches at the doors and windows while you try to sleep. Something speaks in muted whispers when you stare out into the darkness. Something giggled when you screamed. You felt like you were going insane until one night the whispers and the creeks and the scratches and the laughter all stopped. Silence.

And then footsteps. Soft thumps across hardwood floors that came to a halt behind you. You could feel their - its - cold presence sweep over you. A voice that whispered right in your ear.

Run.

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It probably doesn't seem like much of a romance at first, but I have the idea that the older woman killed a lot of people and that there are dozens of ghosts on the property. All but one - her first victim - are confined to outside the house and are very, very angry. The first victim tries to scare the housesitter away to save them, but when that doesn't work they approach them.

I am all for making this full gothic, full modern, or anywhere in between as far as when goes.


The Coyote of Atkin

Outlaw & Upper Class Character​

They had planned for every possibility. Went through exactly how this heist should go down. Where to find the jewelry and the bonds. When the rich man kept his gold and where his wife kept her pretty necklaces. It should have been straightforward. Quick and easy money followed by a night of celebrating - they would be one step closer to living the life they always wanted

They rode in under the cover of night. The posse had always been small, but they were enough for the job before them. The house should be empty - the rich man and his wife in the city for a play, the children gone to the sister of the wife, and the ranch hands out at the local bar. They stole what they could, even found several bars of gold. It went exactly as planned… except when they found someone staring at them in the darkness. One of the rich man's children had not gone with the others. Their oldest - the outlaws noted. The adult heir to the family fortune, born years before the others to a different wife.

They would never admit it, but the posse panicked. They couldn't afford the law to come after them at the moment, not with everything they had stolen recently. They knocked the heir out and tied them to the back of one of the horses and fled. They would figure out what to do with them later. It only occurred to them the next day that kidnapping the heir of a rich man - a man currently running for mayor - would be even worse than stealing from him.

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For this one, I have the basic workings of a plot. The heir gives the posse - especially the main outlaw - hell while they try to figure out what to do with them. The posse are just thieves that lost their old livelihoods and are now in too deep. I figure the main outlaw falls in love with the heir/heiress and eventually convinces them to become an outlaw like them. However, I am absolutely open to other suggestions.

Honestly, just classic cowboy/western stuff.


In Memoriam

Assassin & Disgraced Knight​

It had been a year since they last saw their face - eyes closed forever in eternal sleep. It had been a year since the king exiled them in rage and sorrow for failing their duties. They could still remember the tears in the man's eyes, the wailing sobs of the queen, the blank stare of dread in the now crown princes. They had failed to save the princess when it mattered most. They had failed…

They could not bring her back, but they could find the one who took her away. An assassin they never saw the face of - only a glimpse as they jumped out a window. It took a year to find out who it was and where they would be. A year to follow the only clue left behind - a calling card. The thing was crumbled and destroyed and worn to bits from constant touch. It was all they had to find the assassin… and all they had left of the princess. Their armor had been stripped of her sigil, their cloak torn away, their sword taken by the king. They were naught but a vagabond now - disgraced and exiled.

It shouldn't shock the knight that the trail led them to such a dark place. A kingdom run by a tyrant where citizens fear for their lives in the shadow of the king's talons - his personal assassins. It was one of them that had done this to the princess and it was one of them that would face their end.

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For this one, I have a whole bunch of plot bunnies. The main ideas I have however, are that the knight infiltrates the king's guard and gets close to the assassins - the King's Talons. They attempt to discover which assassin is responsible all while falling for one of said assassins - that assassin being the one responsible. The knight eventually finds out and wars with themselves over what to do. From there I imagine it can go many ways.

I'm absolutely open to make this one either medieval or fantasy. I think I'm leaning more towards fantasy, but I'm open for either.



Ideas & Concepts
Below are just some ideas I thought up, but didn't really think of anything for them. Some of them are more in depth, but none of them really have a set plot or setting yet. Feel free to pick from these and we can create the idea together!

Please note that these are all working titles. In the case of The Silver Wave and Judgement, I simply named the idea after the ships.

The Silver Wave

Pirate Captain & Thief​

A thief for hire is given a strange job to secretly board a pirate ship, become part of the crew, and steal the treasure that the pirate captain is hunting down and has been for years. It should have been an easy job - if not a little dangerous - but things never go the way you want them to. The captain seems to have taken a keen interest in the thief for one reason or another.


The Covenant

Vampire & Vampire Hunter​

A coven of vampires caused problems for a city and the city hired a group of vampire hunters. Unfortunately, a vampire not a part of said coven has been captured for interrogation. Most of the hunters simply don't believe the vampire when they say they know nothing. One realized the truth - this vampire has no coven and could be a great asset in the fight to come.


Bloodline Secrets

Noble & Noble​

The world changed a lot over time and the creatures of the seas, the forest, and the skies soon found their new homes amongst humans. Nothing is left of them - or so most people think. In reality, their blood still runs through the veins of seemingly ordinary humans who would do everything to keep their bloodline a secret. The main characters are from noble families that descended from these old creatures.


The Price of War

Human Noble & Elf Soldier​

Humans and Elves have been at war for centuries. It seems there is no end in sight to the bloodshed and nothing has been won for either side and still, no end seems in sight. This siege was like any other - one side matched into a city and claimed it as their own after months of cutting off those inside. This time it was the humans that laid under siege. One character is a noble who desperately tried to find a way out of the city as the elves matched through the streets. They were caught by one soldier alone - the other character - someone who was uncertain of the war.


Judgment

Smuggler & Runaway​

In the age of space exploration - where humans and aliens lived amongst the stars together - there is quite the market for those willing to sneak some contraband to different planets and space stations. One character captains a smuggler spaceship with a crew quite good at what they do. The other character is a runaway of unknown origins who seeks to get away from their problems in life. They paid the captain a hefty sum of credits to get them as far away from civilization as they could take them.


The Grand Scheme

Vigilante & Super Villain​

Some people are born with great powers. Some gain great powers through great deeds. Some stumble into great power through accident or misfortune. And some have no powers at all. One character is a minor superhero - a run of the mill vigilante that helps out the common folk. They have no powers beyond some simple, minor ones. Their enemies are just simple criminals that the cops ignore. They never should have caught the attention of a Supervillain, but they did. The other character - an infamous Supervillain with terrible but astounding powers - decided that this vigilante would make a perfect side kick. Of course, the vigilante took offense.


The Depths Below

Siren & Scientist​

Humans thought they were alone for a long, long time - that no other truly sentient life lived on Earth. Well, they found out that they were wrong - deep down below lived another species once thought to be myth and folklore. Sirens. They captured a whole clan of them and brought them to a secret laboratory to discover everything they could about them. Any scientists who thought it was wrong to keep them locked away mysteriously vanished - all save for one. This last scientist called for a student - the main character - to come learn alongside them. There, the student of the scientist came into contact with the other main character - a siren.


Interests
Below are just my general interests. I will update them as I think of more. Feel free to pick from any of these if you have any ideas or wish to come up with something together!


Adventure
Ancient Civilizations (Egypt, China, Greek, etc.)
Apocalypse (Zombie, Natural Disaster, Alien Invasion, etc)
Archeology
Assassins
Asylums
Atompunk
Biopunk
Carnival
Circus
Cosmic Horror
Cults
Cyberpunk
Dark Fantasy
Fairy Tales/Folk Tales
Grimdark
High Fantasy
Historical Fantasy (Medieval, Victorian, 20s, 40s, 90s, etc)
Knights
Low Fantasy
Mafia
Myths (Made Up, Norse, Greek, Roman, etc)
Noir
Paranormal
Pirates
Royalty
Sirens/Mermaids
Southern Gothic/Horror
Space Opera
Steampunk
Super heroes
Time Travel
Vampires
Vikings
Wild west
Witches
Wuxia



 
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