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#21


I EXIST TO LIVE, NOT LIVE TO EXIST



Student File


  Nickname
Addy | Ad | Dri | Ghouly


Species
Angler Ghoul, a time of ghoul that hides its true form in that of a human body. Given away by beady red eyes and sharp teeth, getting too close always proves fatal. Thanks to being hidden within a small human husk, the inky mass that Adrian truly is constantly broils and rolls beneath the surface, leaving him quaking with a slight tremor and a limp in his step.

Sexuality
Adrian's main focus is food, at all times. He's ravenous, never feeling quite full enough. It leaves all else to the back of his mind, even potential partners, not that anyone is exactly scrambling to sleep with the angler ghoul. Thanks to his never-ending search for food, and the general populace's lack of interest, it left Adrian not only inexperienced, but rather non-preferential. He doesn't really care one way or another.

Gender Identity
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Physical Description
-height
Adrian is less than intimidating, at least in his human guise. It helps to stand at a meager five feet and five inches, limbs scrawny and face pale. His stature isn't by way of misfortune, oh no. Those of his kind must be small an innocent, or beautiful and curvy, always enticing in some way or form.

When he changes though, exploding into a mass of gnashing teeth and large bulbous eyes, he gains three feet, towering over even the tallest of humans. The fear that grows in their eyes only pads his hunger as his human form is swallowed by his true self. A messy conglomeration of black arms and legs push him along on an unnaturally hobbled pace.

-weight
Seemingly underweight, Adrian has a low BMI, coming in at a teeny 110 pounds. It gives a frailness to him that most people will pity, making the rare opportunity for hunting all the more fun. The looks on those humans faces when they finally see what he really is up close. It's his favorite thing.

Despite his 110 pound human form, his gelatinous glob of a self weighs very little. It allows for rapid movement, should his meal try and run from him. Light weight and with a gaggle of hands and feet scraping across the paved alleyways he lures his food into, Adrian is a lot faster than one would assume.

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-hair color (if applicable)
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-other descriptions
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Dietary Needs: (what and how your creature feeds)
Ravenous is Adrian's middle name, always fiending for a bite to eat. There will never be a piece of meat that goes untouched by him. Being a ghoul, every part of a human is fair game, and usually require two of three fully grown one's to attempt at a satisfying meal. In order to do so, Adrian bursts from his faux form into a gelatinous blob of mouths and eyes, teeth gnashing as scraggly hands rip into the flesh of his prey.

Hearing his prey scream is the cherry on top of the wonderful bloodbath of a sundae that is feeding. It makes him shake just at the mere thought, hunger growing exponentially. There's just something so great about live prey, a delicacy not so readily available anymore.

Natural Habitat
Ghouls of any kind can usually be lurking around graveyards, mortuary's or even alleyways. The last is Adrian's preferred space, somewhere dark, cold, maybe even a little damp. He likes the closeness of things, feeling thoroughly secluded. He hates bright, loud things with a passion as it so harshly juxtaposes what he prefers to find himself in. Wherever there are a myriad of bodies or easy prey, you will be sure to find one of Adrian's kind lurking somewhere in the shadows, just ready to take a bite.

Scent
Adrian smells nothing like flowers and sugar, that's for sure. It's not exactly awful, though the hint of death lingers about him with, perhaps, a little something rotten. He is a ghoul after all now isn't he. As much as the ghoul does not care about his own natural scent, he does make a small, apathetic, attempt at some sort of socially acceptable smell via body wash and on the rarest of occasions, cologne.

Personality
Adiran is a morbid type of person, cynical jokes and improperly timed comments. There is an almost sociopathic lack of care for his fellow creatures, though that could stem from his near obsession with food. By nature the poor thing can never feel truly filled, a chronic need to feed itching the back of his mind. It leaves the ghoul on edge when he's gone more than a few hours at a time without something in his belly. Catching the ghould when he's hangry is nearly inevitable and quite....the experience. The longer Adrian goes without eating, the worse his symptoms get. He shakes, body begging to spring forwards to feed on anything...really....anything. There's a tasty looking morsel that sits in the seat in front of him during third period and there have been a few time he could almost taste him....

Strengths
stalking | eating | running | manipulation | cunning | book smart | reading people | observation | blending in

Weaknesses
listening | focus | humans (he's a hungry boy) | empathy | thinking through his words | kindness | making friends | relationships | sharing | history | opening up | standing out | getting along with others

History
wip





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#22












Name:
Joseop Devolt

Age:
19

Occupation:
Student

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Joseop is exceedingly tall, standing at a whopping 6 ft 4 inches. He towers over most, if not all, of his classmates, but at least he never has to worry about not being able to see. He has soft pale skin, taking care to keep to a decent skin care regimen. Joseop isn't one to be vain, per say, but he does take pride in the way he looks. His hair is naturally a dark brown, though he does dye it black. The left side stays trimmed in a tapered fade, the right allowed to grow out, usually gelled back into a small quaff reminiscent of the cult classic Grease. Both arms are covered in a myriad of tattoos, some just for fun while others have a deeper meaning. He has a chest piece covering his pecs and a two-headed crow on the right side of his neck. On the left he has an intricate design of roses growing dow to the sleeve on his left arm. He usually wears black jeans, a dark colored shirt and a leather jacket, though he can dress up or down depending on the occasion.

Personality:
Joseop, despite his appearance, is actually quite the sweetheart. He loves to help people out when he can, often volunteering on Sunday's to those too old in his neighborhood to do their yard work. Not a lot of people would assume this though, as everyone in his school classed him as 'bad boy' years ago. At first he'd tried to fight against it, show people that he really was just a friendly giant, but it was too much work and barely payed off. So he stopped going the extra mile to prove himself, letting them think wha they want. He's quiet in school, offering little to no emotion when around classmates. He doesn't see the point in being anything but cold and cordial seeing as that's what they expect out of him anyhow. Though, when he gets home, he's allowed to relax, smile when he wants and often helps his dad around the house cracking jokes with one another.

History:
Joseop was born to two loving parents in the city. For the first three years of his life, things were good, average. There wasn't much different in his life compared to other kids his age, but soon things would turn rocky. He didn't understand it back then, and still found it hard to wrap his mind around, but his parents had simply....fallen out of love. There was no underlying infidelity or self-loathing that spurred it on. They didn't yearn for a different life, a better life, they just stopped yearning for each other. What he does remember of the time were hushed whispers and worried glances cast his way. Bless his parents, really, they tried to make it work, but there was no romantic chemistry and, when he turned seven, his parents decided that four long years of mediocrity was enough. They got a divorce and Joseop moved with his father just to the outside of the city he had called home. It was enough space to let his mother breathe, yet close enough that she could visit if she wanted.

And visit she did, a lot at first. It was almost like things hadn't changed, though in the coming years her visits became less and less frequent. He remembered feeling hurt when his mother couldn't come to see him, right around the time he started to hit puberty. Maybe she just hated teens? He had tried not to think about it, seeking solace in his classmates, but soon that changed too. The taller he grew, the less people were willing to talk to him. He was one of the first to grow out of his friends, his height becoming all that anyone would focus on. Joseop supposed his love of darker things started then, or possibly a bit previous. He'd worn leather jackets and black jeans before, but instead of being found cute, with his added height, he was found scary.

For a long time this pissed him off, and sure, he'd snap at a few people that let their gazes linger a little longer than they should, but he was harmless. It didn't help his case any, and soon he gave up. He gave in and started acting the way they expected him to act, though he didn't actually bully anyone. Those were just rumors spread by bored teens that had nothing better to do. As he grew older, Joseop learned to find amusement in what people could make up, and sometimes, if he was really bored, he'd mess with his classmates and watch them squirm in fear.

 
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#23

Thaddeus












Name:
Thaddeus

Age:
Unknown
Physically appears to be 20-23

Occupation:
Unemployed

Species:
Voodoo Doll

Gender:
Male

Sexual Orientation:
TBD

Nationality:

Likes:
Sewing | Ice cream | Stars | Tv | Adventures | Learning | Music | Clothes/Shopping | Blue | Nature | Flowers | Animals

Dislikes:
The dark | Being alone | Small spaces | Yelling | Physical fighting | Anger | Heat | Loud noises | Dogs

Talents:
Stitching | Sewing | Cooking | Pick-pocketing | Running long distance

Fears:
Abandonment | Small spaces | Spiders

Personality:
Uneducated | Optimistic | Naive | Easily manipulated | Innocent | Eager | People pleaser | Relaxed | Patient | Understanding | Obedient | Loving | Loyal | Protective

Appearance:
Thaddeus is small, very much so, standing at a meager four feet and eleven inches, most everyone towers over him. His hair is soft, a blue-grey tone that tips darker or lighter depending on his location. It's usually messy and a bit unkept, dusting the bridge of his brow. His eyes are a warm brown, lips a soft peachy color and skin a warm dewy tone of olive. He's pretty, at least he's been told as much despite his preference for dark clothes

Kinks:
Thaddeus has no experience with sex and quite honestly, even the most overt flirtations go right over his head. All Kinks are TBD for now.

History:
Created by a vengeful witch, Thadd was crafted in the image of her ex-lover. Scorned and heart broken, she used the doll to enact her revenge on him. Though, once the anger past and her sweet revenge was in her hands, she found herself lonely. That's how the boy came to be given life by a spell formulated specifically for him. They were friends, at least that's what the doll believed, loyal to the woman until her last breath. Anyone who slighted her, hell even look at her wrong, met their end swiftly. Thaddeus was loyal and she was enamored.

When the witch passed, Thaddeus was left with nothing but the clothes she had sewn for him and a few practical house-keeping skills. With nothing but a small bag on his back, the doll set out into the world where he bounced from shelter to shelter. It was a cruel and unforgiving world, but Thaddeus was in awe of it, its people, its customs, nonetheless.

 
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#24

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Name
Jeremy Weston

Age
26

Occupation
Photographer

Personality
Sweet | Thoughtful | Outgoing | Passionate | Shy | Nervous | Loyal | Playful | Understanding | Good Listener | Helpful | Generous

Likes
Sweets | Sugar | Tea | Books | Photography | Camera's | Cuddling | Sweaters | Suits | Libraries | Rain | Astrology | Flowers | Gardening | His pet cat Whiskers | Writing | Bullet Journaling | Jazz music | Vanilla Ice Cream

Dislikes
Dark | Lies | Anger | Fighting | Loud Noises | Small Spaces | Hypocrites | Hurting Someone | Being Alone | Public Speaking | Oceans |
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#25



Tyree Reinal





Name:
Tyree Malik Reinal

Nickname:
Ty | Ree | TyTy

Age:
Appears 20
Actually 357 years old

Gender:
Male

Sexual orientation:
Bisexual

Occupation:
Owner of Fortune 500

Nationality:
Korean | Japanese

Hair colour:
Black

Eye color:
Brown | Fiery orange when hungry

Height:
6ft 5in

Weight:
Body modifications:
Tattoos covering most of his body | Small gauges | Pierced brow - Left

Personality:
Charismatic | Cocky | Sarcastic | Playful | Flirt | Crass | Blunt | Loyal | Hard-headed | Easily bored | Shallow

Likes:
Sex | Alcohol | Coke | Weed | Loud music | Cute boys | Fashion | Teasing people | River's ass | Parties | Simon's ass | Massages | Shopping | Money | Gold things | Blood | Secrets | Taboo relationships | Tattoos | Piercings | Being rich | Fresh blood | Eunnae's [size= 3]ass[/size] Personality

Dislikes:
Self righteous people | Know-it-alls | homophobes | sweet food | Serious people | Cold blood | Blood packs | Religion

Talents:
Singing | Dancing | Plays several instruments | Speaks several languages | Sex | Persuasive

Fears:
Isolation | Falling in Love | Cockroaches (they're fucking disgusting okay)

Character Biography:
Tyree doesn't much like thinking about his past, not because it was particularly horrible, but because there wasn't much to gain from thinking about it. His turning had been an accident really, a rogue vampire feeding his gluttonous appetite by happenstance. You see, Ty and his mother lived on the edge of their tiny village. It wasn't exactly well liked that she had no man to claim her and her bastard son and so, in not so many words, they were cast out. They were left on their own, to defend against the creatures that prowled through the night. Housed in a shack at best, there was just enough space for a fireplace and a cot.

Ty had been out gathering wood for his aging mother, the fast approaching winter chilling him to the bone, rattling his mother's chest with aching coughs. The feeling in his toes had long since left him, lips blue and body half frozen as he trudged home only to find the door hanging limply on its hinges. His was lay crumpled on the floor, face pale with tears slowly freezing against her expressionless face. Above her something sat hunched, face buried in her neck. Startled, and rightfully so, the wood tumbled from Tyree's arms as fear gripped his heart. The clatter of wood against the ground had that creature's head snapping up to him. It's mouth was stained a brilliant red that glistened in the moonlight that filled the doorway.

The next few moments were a blur really, but Tyree remembered fear, nothing but raw unfiltered fear...and pain. The pain of losing his mother. The pain of teeth sinking into his flesh. The pain of knowing his life was cut too short too soon.

When morning came, Tyree was...confused. The sun made his skin itch, eyes ache and he crawled as fast as he could to the nearest patch of shade. His throat was dry, as if he'd been screaming all night, head aching as the memory's last night resurfaced. The memory of his mother made him dry heave, but he hadn't eaten enough in days to even muster up a drop of anything. That creature was gone too, why he left forever lost to the boy. Tyree never saw him again after that night, left to find out what he was when the thirst became too much.

He was the demon his village feared for years, decades passing as he hunted the very same woods that he had lost everything in, but soon the forest became bland, the village changed and Tyree was nothing but a scary story parents told to misbehaving children. Restless in the same woods he'd known for nearly a century, Tyree decided to travel. He had figured out what he was, knew that he had more than enough time to waste, and sitting alone in a forest for his next meal to wander in was just not the life that Tyree wanted to lead.

After wandering for a while, learning a myriad of things, Tyree landed in Britain where he now lives. The time between then and now of little consequence to him. It was a time filled with sex, drugs, feeding and liquor. Finding that he rather liked those things, Tyree happy drowns himself in them. It's not like he has anything to lose.

Extras:
Topping | Oral (Receiving) | Biting | Scratching | Slapping | Hair pulling | Rough sex | Public sex | Multiple orgasms | Edging | Orgasm denial | Dominating | Choking | Facials (giving) | Doggy style | Getting ridden | Bondage


 
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#26


I EXIST TO LIVE, NOT LIVE TO EXIST

  
CHARACTER NAME
Hindu God Of Sensual Desire



Student File


  

Name
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Nickname
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Species
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Sexuality
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Gender Identity
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Physical Description
-height
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-weight
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-eye color
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-hair color (if applicable)
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-other descriptions
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Dietary Needs: (what and how your creature feeds)
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Natural Habitat
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Scent
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Personality
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Strengths
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Weaknesses
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#27
Thaniel Weston
"Oh these? They're just....decorations!"
You're just imagining things
Basics

NAME:
Thaniel Weston

ID:
Warlock

AGE:
23

GENDER:
Male

ORIENTATION:
Pansexual, homoromantic

SPELLBOOK:
Crystal Magic
Save Travel Spells
Protection Spell
Study Spells
Health Potion
Good Fortune Ritual
Truth Spell
Lavendar Letters


FAMILIAR SPECIES:
Will be a dragon.

FAMILIAR INFO:
A beautiful dragon that captured his attention the moment they met. More will be discovered IC.
Just your average warlock
Appearance

Thaniel is slight by nature, always being mostly skin and bones. What muscle he does have is lightly defined, hair a smokey lavendar grey that often sat wild on his head and falling into his eyes. Thaniel prefers dark clothes, usually black, chokers and can almost always be paired with his favorite wide brim hat. When he turned seventeen he had his canines filed down to points resembling that of a vampire and has a small crescent moon tattooed on his inner right wrist. His ears are pierced, his tongue and he has a stud in his nose.

HAIR:
Smokey Grey

EYES:
Black

HEIGHT:
5'5"

You wouldn't understand
Personality

Studius | Obsessive | Easily addicted | Goofy | Sweet | Thoughtful | Naive | Easily Manipulated | Secretive | Loving | Loyal

KEY TRAITS:
Obsessive | Loyal | Naive

LIKES:
Black | cats | sugar/sweets | chokers | learning | dark | night time | taboo magic | pain | loud music | studying | tea | reading | painting | baths | incense | crystal magic

DISLIKES:
rules | light | morning | questions | bright colors | loud people | comments on his height | anything deemed 'mainstream'

It's not what you think
Interview

What is your family like? What are their names? How many siblings do you have?
I was orphaned as a child. I don't remember my birth parents but when I was ten Rowina adopted me. She was....less of a mother and more of a tutor but she was family yknow?

How did you meet your familiar? Are they an animal or a magical creature?
Well, I haven't met mine yet. No one's chosen me and well, Rowina was never fan of familiars. I've been busy with work so I really haven't had a chance to look into finding one.

How do you feel about trivies?
Rowina hated them, called them wastes of space. I'd like to think she's wrong but, well, what exactly do they do?

Where do you live and what do you live in?
I live in uptown Stonehaven, next to Wicked Coffee. It's Rowina's old loft but I can't get myself to leave.

What do you do for a living?
Well uh...that...that's complicated...eheheh...

What is the greatest hardship you've ever faced?
....When she left me. I...I still don't know why she left or where she went but, one day I woke up and she was just....gone.

What has been your happiest moment?
My first spellbook! Rowina gave it to me when I turned thirteen so I could start writing in my spells. I still have it actually! Its around here somewhere....

What are your pet peeves?
"Answer."

What do you fear?
I...I fear being abandoned and forgotten....I don't want it to happen again...




  

Baine
"You're an idiot, why do I even bother?"
Baby, be my lover
Basics

NAME:
Baine

GENDER:
Male

SPECIES:
Black Cat

MASTER:
Oran Gallagher - Warlock
Baby, be my friend
Appearance

Baine stand at a rather average 5 foot and 7 inches. Body lithe and lightly muscled, Baine is naturally light on his feet. Thick brows hang over bright golden eyes that hold boredom more often than not. Full lips always have something smart to say, ears holding two diamond studs, nose pierced on a whim one day. Skin is a deep bronze that's as smooth as butter as softer than silk.

HAIR:
Black, trimmed on the sides with wild curls left atop his head.

EYES:
Brown

HEIGHT:
5'7"
Baby, be my slave
Personality

Aloof | Loyal | Playful | Bratty | Sensual | Manipulative | Stubborn | Button pusher | Emotional | Sassy | Snarky

KEY TRAITS:
Brat | Demanding | Sensual | Aloof | Loyal

LIKES:
Tuna | Quiet | Dark | Nightime | Stars | Oran | Blankets | Naps | Collars | Cream | Salmon | Pizza | Ear scratches | Belly rubs | Traveling | Cuddling | Sex | Liquor (is a lightweight)

DISLIKES:
Strangers | Babytalk | Loud noises | Sudden noises | Early morning | Milk | Sour things | Having his tail touched
And I'll love you til the end.
Interview

Do you like your master? How do they treat you?
Oran is okay I suppose. He treats me decently, though he has this strange thing about sex I just don't understand.. He stares at my ass a lot and thinks I don't notice. I notice.

How did you meet your master?
I saw him one day, he looked interesting so I tested him. Any moron can put out food but he seemed....happy about it. Hmm, I followed him around for a bit, saw how he reacted and he didn't seem to mind. Helped that he's hot, but when I chose him he smiled like he was the happiest guy on earth.....

How do you feel about trivies?
They give me food so they're not so bad. Not sure why people despise them when they're so harmless.

What is the greatest hardship you've ever faced?
The first Witch I chose rejected me. Perhaps I waited too long or I didn't read the signs right, but when I appeared to her, to choose her, she had a familiar with her, a snow owl that looked dumber than rocks but...whatever.

What has been your happiest moment?
When Oran accepted me. Say anything and you'll regret it.

What are your pet peeves?
People touching my tail | Strangers trying to pet me | dogs barking | loud people in the morning....the list goes on.

What do you fear?
.....Being abandoned.....Can we change the topic now?


Layland Parker
"What a sight for sore eyes.....Get it! Ahahaha"
Why so serious?
Basics

NAME:
Layland Michael Parker

ID:
Warlock

AGE:
20

GENDER:
Male

ORIENTATION:
Bisexual

SPELLBOOK:
Crystal Magic
Save Travel Spells
Protection Spell
Study Spells
Health Potion
Healing Rituals
Text to Speech Spell
Heightened Senses Spell


FAMILIAR SPECIES:
Layland has yet to choose, or be chosen by, a familiar and he's really in no rush to find one either.

FAMILIAR INFO:
TBD
Live a little!
Appearance

Layland stands at a full five foot nine inches, body well muscled from years of training. His skin is a soft brown, freckles decorating his face -- a feature that had once been a source of great insecurity. By now he has learned to embrace his speckled face, hair kept short, though clearly holding soft curls. He has a large smile that brightens his whole face with full pink lips and naturally elfish ears. He has a young face naturally, mostly do to his large eyes and soft jawline, but hey if he looks this good now that's only means good things for the future right?

HAIR:
Chocolate Brown

EYES:
Brown

HEIGHT:
5'9"

To live is to fight
Personality

Studius | Loyal | Talkative | Jokster | Serious | Thoughtful | Playful | Flirty | Intelligent | Righteous | Strong-willed | Brave

KEY TRAITS:
Talkative | Loyal | Goofy

LIKES:
Mornings | coffee | hiking | research | music | talking | naps | gardening | being outside | exercise | cooking

DISLIKES:
people assuming he can't help himself | being snuck up on | loud noises | strong smells | feeling useless | overly sweet things | RMC | how trivie's are treated | staying still | being alone | being forgotten

I'm blind not dead.
Interview

What is your family like? What are their names? How many siblings do you have?
I'm an orphan....technically. My mums died by the time I was fourteen and I went to live with ma Nan. She's something else that's for sure. Mum was a _____ in her teens, taught me that everyone deserves a fightin' chance. Mam met her durin that and well, the rest is history. She was a trivie, but she had a heart of gold. Mum and Nan kept her secret though, no one would understand. Mam got cancer when I turned eight, tried to fight it as long as she could. Mum did what she could but no amount of magic could save her. She died when I was ten and Mum disappeared when I turned fourteen. I think the RMC got her. They were never fans of her 'work'. Nan thinks they stole her, have her somewhere. I think they killed her. I still remember coming home from school that day....the house was-.....Nan's holding on to false hope.

How did you meet your familiar? Are they an animal or a magical creature?
I don't have one, but maybe one day. We'll see!.......Get it! Oh I crack myself up!

How do you feel about trivies?
Honestly? The way they're treated is disgusting. So what if they can't use magic. Personally I think we rely on it too much. Most think they're akin to animals, or lesser than us just because they can't wave a wand an make shit disappear. It's sad there's so few of 'em. One day I hope they'll get to live real lives instead of having to feel ashamed of who they are...

Where do you live and what do you live in?
I have a small apartment on Greene Street, but sometimes I like to stay at the bunker, visit the fam yknow.

What do you do for a living?
Nothing anymore...

What is the greatest hardship you've ever faced?
Well I'm sure my answer won't shock anyone. But I mean, losing your eyesight isn't exactly easy. Don't really realize how dependent you are on something until ya can't use it haha. It's been a learning curve that's for sure. The gang keeps sayin' I need a familiar, yknow, help me out around the house but I'd prefer to bond for real rather than out of my own convenience.

What has been your happiest moment?
Joining the FMP. For the first time I felt like I was actually makin' a difference. Sure its not by conventional means but their methods have shown results. The ends don't always justify the means but....sometimes they do....

What are your pet peeves?
People assuming I can't help myself. I'm blind not an invalid.

What do you fear?
Being useless. I may not see you but I can still help, yknow.....somehow.....




  

Makai
"I'd give my life just for a day by your side."
Hold my heart, it's beating for you anyway.
Basics

NAME:
Makai

GENDER:
Male

SPECIES:
Fennec Fox

MASTER:
Soon to be Leon "Gravedigger" O'Rielly

What if I can't forget you?
Appearance

Makai is tiny, even by human standards, at a pathetic four feet and barely grazing ten inches. He's thin with lithe but relatively unseen muscle. Despite his size he is strong and very fast. He has a mess of white wavy hair, large black eyes and very prominent ears -- much like his natural form. His skin is pale with a rosy hue to it, lips a dusty rose color often set in an unassuming smile.

HAIR:
Messy white waves, usually rather unkempt.

EYES:
Large black and doe-like

HEIGHT:
4'9 3/4"
I'll burn your name into my throat.
Personality

Excitable | Obsessive | Protective | Jealous | Naive | Brash | Instinctual | Endearing | Loyal | Possessive | Animalistic

KEY TRAITS:
Obsessive | Animalistic | Brash

LIKES:
Cuddling | Eating | Napping | Running | Learning | Chattering | Playing | Outdoors | Meat | Blankets | Leon | Hunting | Digging holes | Toys

DISLIKES:
Strangers | Heat | Confinement | Loud noises | Owls | Hawks | Dogs | Creatures bigger than him | Hunters | Strangers getting close to Leon
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
Interview

Do you like your master? How do they treat you?
We haven't met yet, not in person. But I've seen him out in the forests. I already know he'll be amazing!

How did you meet your master?
I've seen him occasionally, but he doesn't see me, yet at least. I'm going to find him soon though! He'll take me as his familiar no matter what! I won't give up until he does. It's meant to be.

How do you feel about trivies?
What's that word mean?

What is the greatest hardship you've ever faced?
Everything is a struggle in the forest. You humans sure do complain about a lot huh. No predators hunting you, no fighting for food, you're always clothed and housed. No one eats your parents when you're a baby either! Must be nice....

What has been your happiest moment?
When I first saw him. He's so calm and tall!...and pretty....really pretty.

What are your pet peeves?
Fighting for food! I killed it! It's mine!

What do you fear?
.....I don't want to be rejected. I know I can be a good familiar! I just know it!

 
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#28

Eiren Meyers

The silence was....awful, weighing down on the boy like a boulder upon his shoulders. Eiren tried to remember that Wyn was just quiet, that he was an....well he wasn't sure what he was but whatever he had been through was hard. Perhaps it had been a while since he'd last been human -- god did that sound weird. Whatever, the point was, the human was trying to rationalize the quiet acceptance Wyn had to the whole thing. He tried not to think he'd done something wrong, yet again, and tried to shake the fact that he was quite honestly scared for Derek's next surprise visit. He could be quite...protective. That's what Eiren would say at least when his friends would question why he called so much, why Eiren had to prove he was where he was, why he couldn't hang out with other males alone.....why he would look so scared every time Derek was around. There were so many things racing through the boys head now, hands rubbing over his thighs as he tried to expel his nervous energy. As much as Wyn was in his own head now, so was Eiren, popping up suddenly as sitting there quietly had just become too much for him.

"I...I-I'm gonna take a shower," Eiren announced, shuffling off to the bathroom to do just that. He ran the water hot, enjoying the burn that tingled against his flesh, eyes closing beneath the stream as the muscles in his body eased. He hated when Derek was around, at least this version of him. There was a time when Derek was sweet, when he was charming and vowed to protect Eiren from all the bad things in the world. There was a time when they were in love, when Eiren wasn't afraid and when he was sure that Derek loved him too. He liked to think Derek still loved him, that his jealous rages were simply his protective nature and that, perhaps, if he was quieter, if he didn't go out as often, if he wasn't so himself, that they would go away. Nothing seemed to revert Derek back to the man he had been and Eiren couldn't bring himself to pull away. On the times he tried he'd find him again, the man Derek used to be, or at least he'd have glimpses at him. It would give him hope but....hope only lasted so long.

By the time the shower ended, Eiren's skin was pink and his hair was damp. The towel was wrapped around his waist, catching the water that dripped down his form. Eyes turned to the fogged mirror, hand wiping away the condensation that coated it. His skin was pale and flushed, momentarily unmarred in the time that he'd been apart from his ex-....his boyfriend. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, turning away from the mirror as he left the bathroom to head to his room. Eiren changed quickly, tugging on his shirt for bed, shorts covering his lower half before he eased on out to the living room.

"H-Hey Wyn?" he called out softly, doing his best not to startle the poor thing. "If you'd like um...you can have my bed I can...I can sleep on the couch," he offered, the thought to share popped in his mind only to quickly wash away. It's not that he didn't want to, the thought of being curled up with the one thing...the one person that made him feel safe, was more than tempting, but he didn't want to make Wyn uncomfortable or to overstep his bounds. So he let that silly whim float away as quickly as it had floated in, fidgeting where he stood as he waited for an answer.



 
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#29
Thaniel Weston
"Oh these? They're just....decorations!"
You're just imagining things


Today was the day. He was gonna do it!

A smile pressed upon pale pink lips as Thaniel bustled around his co-owned shop. It had originally been his mentor's, next to a small family owned coffee shop a few blocks away. For a few years he ran it alone after she had gone, getting into business with a certain lavender-haired man he'd come to befriend not too long afterwards. It was by simple chance that they had run into each other that day, but Thaniel would remember it crystal clear forever. Tamryn was his first friend and it certainly helped that he dabbled within the same dark world that Thaniel had spent years of dedicated study to. It was rare to find another kindred spirit, let alone face to face. Dabbling within the dark arts was dangerous business, illegal business that could end with a loss of life on one or both sides. Thaniel didn't believe anything he was doing to be harmful, not really. As far as the RMC knew, he owned a quaint little shop that sold antiques and wares that 'emulated' the dark arts, but they claimed to be for show only nothing more. For the most part that was true of the stand alone, brick and mortar store. The real meat of the business was in the back, stored in boxes both here and in his home shipped off to buyers.

That was neither here nor there however as Thaniel looked over his small set up, and it was small. He had cleared the first center table in the shop to hold a small cake, a letter from himself and a set of keys to the shop, safe and register drawer. Bouncing excitedly on the tips of his toes, the young magician couldn't wait for his friend to arrive. He'd been thinking of asking her to join himself and Tamryn in their growing shop for some time now, besides, it meant he got to spend far more time with his best friend than he was already. Getting the courage up to ask however, had been something else entirely. Thaniel wasn't shy per say, but being close with others was still new and Seyun always made him.....giddy was the word perhaps. It was hard to explain but Thaniel knew he just really liked spending time with her and seeing her smile. He'd heard of her life at home, her twin and some girl named Veronica. It sounded awful and on several occasions Thaniel had offered to help -- though his help meant curse and apparently cursing family no matter how cruel they were to you were wrong. He didn't quite understand that but held back if only not to upset the sweet girl who, for some reason, enjoyed his presence in return.

Checking his phone, Thaniel took a deep breath as he checked the time. Good, he still had some time left, having sent a previous message. It was vague-ish, just that he needed her help with something and to meet him at the shop. Hopefully she'd be here soon, footsteps pacing back and forth as his heart fluttered. Thaniel knew she wanted to join them here, to be a part of the shop where they spent more than half of their time together, and yet, for some reason Thaniel couldn't quite put his finger on, he felt utterly nervous. He felt flighty as if he was too confined. He did have things to do after this, a supply run he wanted to go on --- and bring Seyun of course. Something about that didn't feel right though, that he was so anxious because he wanted to get his supplies. They weren't backstopped on orders or anything so he was truly in no rush and he truly was excited to offer this to Seyun....so why did he feel so drawn to getting out?

The chime of the bell burst through the shop as the door pressed open, warm spring air whooshing in. Pale grey hairs ruffled as Thaniel's attention snapped to the door. Eyes brightened at who he found, his very best friend waltzing through with her usual grace. "Seyun~!" Thaniel chirped, meeting her halfway for a tight embrace before pulling back for his hand to wind around her wrist. "I've got something for you," he spoke, guiding her to the table with her 'gifts' lay. "Go on, open it," he spoke, momentarily forgetting his anxious need to get out, to wander, as he handed over the neatly handwritten letter.

Seyun,

I've talked to Tamryn about it and we've agreed that you'd be the perfect person for the job. So, officially, I'd like to extend the offer to work here in our shop with us. You're my very best friend and there's no one else I'd trust more with the work we do here and to care for the shop just as much as Tamryn and I do. Here are the keys to the shop and if you'd like, the position is yours.

Your Best Friend Forever,

Thani <3

".....So....whatcha think?"

 
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#30

Makai
"I'd give my life just for a day by your side."

∾ Hold my heart, it's beating for you anyway. ∾


He’d seen him again, in the forest with the other humans. He never really knew why he was here, why any of them were here when the smell of death hung in the air, but at some point, he’d become quite fascinated with the human that would occasionally venture out into his world. Often times he would watched, tucked into the safety of a hollow fallen log, amazed by the man that had oddly enough caught his eye. His family did not understand his adoration, told him to beware of those strange creatures. They were loud and wild, ignoring the laws of nature and yet he heeded none of it. He wanted to see them, see him, regardless of what his family warned him about. That’s how he ended up on this road, padding along the city streets, ears flopped against his head to muffle the cacophony of sounds berating them.

It was hard to focus, things moving too fast, sounds too loud and too many people to keep things straight. He’d really gotten in over his head, doing his best to focus on the scent he had committed to memory and was currently tracking. Bending nose to the ground, he checked for that familiar smell before trotting off to his left. Where he was going, he had no idea, but he knew wherever he wound up his human would be there. That’s all that mattered to the little fox, body easily missed as he slipped through strange clear doors and into and odd box of a place. Ears lifting, he waited for that familiar voice, tail wagging as he caught it.

Clawed paws clacked against tiled floors as he bounced towards the second level. The scent grew stronger as he forced himself to the landing, panting as he trotted down the hall. The ground was oddly slick and it was quite cold here. It felt unnatural but his discomfort was pushed aside as he poked his small head into and open room. Large black eyes passed over the space before realizing his precious human wasn’t there. So the search was continued, the soft clicking of claws echoing as the fennec fox peaked into room after room until he found him.

Admittedly, he was starting to think that he’d never find him, whimpering as he slunk towards the final room at the end of the hall. His spirits were low and resolve waning as black eyes lifted to glance about. When they landed on him, he did not believe it, starting for a long moment before a chirp of joy burst from his small body. Without thinking he ran forwards, voice high pitched as he squealed and ran excitedly about the legs of the humans chair. Calming enough to pause, the tiny creature began to hop towards the humans lap, squealing in eagerness to be closer.

He’d found him!

He actually found him!!
 
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#31
Layland Parker
"What a sight for sore eyes.....Get it! Ahahaha"

❖ Why so serious? ❖


The sounds of chattering were nothing but annoying background as eyes danced about the glass cages that filled the underground warehouse. For once Layland was glad his vision was compromised as it made it hard, practically impossible, to see the pained faces of innocent men and women trapped behind plexiglass and displayed like animals. It was hard not to let his disgust show as his stomach twisted with every proud word their tour guide spewed. When Dani had first relayed the tale of the rumored trivie zoo, the ‘retired’ FMP member knew what he had to do. There was no way that he could let this sit, wait for Devyn’s permission and plan a proper ambush on the bunker. He needed to act now, hard and fast, and so he enlisted one friend reckless enough to go along with this. A certain Irish mess of a man chose to be his wingman for this possibly suicidal mission.

“Scale of one to a hundred, how mad do you think Baine and Ciaran are gonna be?” Layland chuckled softly as he whispered towards his friend. Knowing his own familiar as he had, Layland knew the feline wouldn’t be too happy at all with what he was about to begin. It’s why he hadn’t told him — giving some ambiguous explanation and hoped he wasn’t questioned too harshly. The last mission he had gone on he’d come back nearly completely blind — his right eye lost its vision while the left only saw a fraction of what it should. Going on another wasn’t exactly the plan but it was too late to stop now. They were here and Layland had no intentions of backing out now. He couldn't leave these people here, trapped and suffering while he sat pretty in his groups bunker pretending like he was making a difference by doing so. Layland had the power to help, to do exactly what the FMP had been created to do. He would do it.

Hanging back, Layland wasn’t noticed when he stopped following the group, rounding the center cages to his right as he turned to the first he came in contact with. He could barely see inside as he flashed a knowing smile. They wouldn’t have much time for this, right hand lifting to feel along the cool surface of glass. There was a lock somewhere, smile growing as he felt it. Whispering softly to himself, Layland felt the power tingle along his arm and flow through his fingertips. The lock clicked and with a slight tug the glass opened. Glancing towards Oran, Layland jerked his — signaling him to keep an eye out. Layland easily much help in that department.

“I won’t hurt you. I’m getting you out of here,” a gentle promise to the blurry figure before him. He saw someone short, young-looking and the small hesitant hand that fell into his own confirmed that they were but a child. Heart sinking, Layland lifted them from their cage and set them to his side, his smile as kind as ever. “Stay quiet okay. I’m gonna get everyone out. Wanna help?” He asked, the nod thankfully seen. “Great. Find the locks on the cages and point them out for me?” He asked, voice soft as to keep their work a secret for as long as possible. Another silent smile and the two went to work. Lock after lock was opened, and trivie after trivie was freed.

Coming to the last cage, a small hand on his arm caused Layland to pause. Turning to the young child at his side, a brow lifted in silent question. He couldn’t see the worry cross young features but he did note the shift in body language — something he was growing increasingly good at. “He doesn’t much like magic sir,” a nervous voice whispered. Clearly the child was worried, seemingly more for Layland than the man in the cage.

“It’s okay. Where’s the lock?” Layland asked, a small hand guiding the warlock’s hand. Just like all the others, the lock opened easily and the door swung open. A hand reached out, offering a chance at freedom should he be trusted. “I hear you don’t much like people like me and that’s alright. But we don’t have much time to get out,” clear and to the point, there was little time to waste with flowery words. They needed to hurry before his absence was noted and he was searched for and his cover was blown.