My Characters
I'm constantly creating characters in my head and developing their story in my spare time. For this reason, the list below is long and likely unnecessary for you to completely read through. I have outlined the basics of some, not all, of my characters. Some are fully developed and ready to enter the roleplaying world, others aren't.
Take a peak if you'd like to bounce around ideas, maybe create compatible characters or request ones that you think would benefit character/ideas you already have in mind. I am open to you creating relatives, friends, ex lovers, etc for some of my characters here upon discussion. If you have any ideas or questions don't be afraid to bring it up! :)
Take a peak if you'd like to bounce around ideas, maybe create compatible characters or request ones that you think would benefit character/ideas you already have in mind. I am open to you creating relatives, friends, ex lovers, etc for some of my characters here upon discussion. If you have any ideas or questions don't be afraid to bring it up! :)
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Vampires:
Werewolves:
Wizards/Witches:
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Wood Elf:
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Dark Elf / Wood Elf:
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Angels:
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Fade AKA Dante: The Demon Prince
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Fade hides from a complicated past he himself knows very little about. He is the heir to the throne of the demon world but rarely acknowledges this fact. Some of his closest relationships are unaware of his royalty. Fade spent most of his childhood on Askeron in institutions, foster homes, youth correction facilities, and orphanages but no matter where he was or what he had done, Sig would always bail him out. Sig was a demon who took a number of young orphaned demon children under his wing on Askeron. He is the man responsible for giving Dante his alias name, Fade, to shield him from his past. Sig and his camaraderie of demons are now all mostly young adults who have grown a family bond, often referring to themselves as a brotherhood or The Demon Brothers. Fade is extremely likable among his brothers. The majority of them show a great amount of respect towards him, though they don't know him to be a prince. Most of Fade's life has involved violence and torture. Because of this he has formed a strong sense of indifference towards his own kind and his home world. He absolutely hates authority but tries his best to stay incognito. In spite of this he attracts attention thanks to his violent tendencies. He is far from subtle. |
Fade carries himself with slick confidence, full of vulgarity and a spiteful tone. Young and angry, but with a quick wit and dark humor, he is disaffected and disassociated with society, and seemingly quite apathetic. He has no fear, no respect for authority, and can often times be a gentle flirt. He has no qualms with engaging in debauchery, mostly because he believes he won't be around for too much longer. Even after all of the hatred, violence and murder seen in his life, Fade often looks at himself and questions his purpose/existence, going so far as to rip his own chest open to make sure he had a beating heart. He just had to convince himself that he wasn't insane..
Fade is plagued by a demon curse that has been with him for as long as he can remember. It is a defining feature to his story.
Fade is plagued by a demon curse that has been with him for as long as he can remember. It is a defining feature to his story.
I'm not human but i'm alive
His hands gripped the edge of the sink, holding up the weight of his body with his forearms. A wad of dark blood splattered against the drain and Fade’s eyes raised to meet his reflection. His bottom lip was coated in red and he grudgingly wiped his arm across his mouth, smearing the red on to his skin. As he stared into his own icy blue eyes there was an expression of defeat.
*A flash reveals a young 10 year old Fade standing in the middle of a field surrounded by 4 dead bodies. Standing beside him is a large, muscular demon and the closest thing he’d ever have to a father.
“You aren’t human. You know that, right?”
“What have I done?”
“You aren’t like them. Tell me you know this?”
“I’m nothing like you.”
“Don’t grow weak, humanity isn’t worth crying over.”
Fade’s eyes swelled and he clenched his fists as tight as he could. Pain shot up his chest.*
His blue eyes blinked, staring at the bruises forming on his jawline. Before another memory or thought could creep passed he reached behind his back and tugged his shirt up over his head. His shirt fell quietly on the tile floor sprinkled with drops of red. His chest lifted as he inhaled, quickly retrieving a dagger from its sheath and plunging it into the left side of his chest. It sank into his skin like butter. His jaw tightened and he grunted loudly through his sealed lips. Unable to hold it in, he spat up another wad of blood. He jerked the dagger out, a line of blood splashing on to the mirror. He hollared out in pain, glancing at the now open wound draining down his stomach. His fingers grew numb, dropping the dagger into the sink. Again, his hands gripped the sink and his body hunched over.
*A flash and Fade is surrounded by the barred walls of a jailhouse. An older woman kneels down in front of the young 13 year old. She places one of her hands on his shoulder and leans in closely to whisper,
“You have no heart, boy. Monsters like you are born heartless. Wretched things.”
“Your putting me to sleep.”
She moved her hand over his chest, pushing her palm against his pulse, “you don’t even deserve to be here.”*
In a moment of desperation Fade found himself questioning the reality of his own existence. He was not a human. He knew this. But all the pain? Did it matter? He retrieved the dagger and placed the grip in his mouth, clenching down with his bloodied teeth. He yanked a manji shuriken from his waist pocket and placed one of the four curved blades into his wound and pulled down. His skin split against the weapon, cutting through his muscles and releasing more blood from his chest. Fade’s forehead crinkled, his teeth grinding on the hilt of his dagger, yelling through his teeth in agony. The wound stretched and opened, a gash so deep it now revealed bone. His hand shook from weakness and fatigue, dropping the shuriken to the floor. He slowly touched his fingers to his chest, staring at his mangled body in the mirror. His skin was growing pale and his legs struggled to stay standing.
*A flash showed Fade stabbing a woman in the eye. Another flash and he wrestled an argonian man off a cliff. Another flash, strangling a vampire. Flash, an elf on fire. Flash, blood everywhere. Flash*
Using one hand to hold himself up on the sink, Fade’s other hand let his fingers bury inside the now massive laceration and pulled his chest to the left, opening up his broken body. His screams were muffled through his dagger but he grew louder and louder, ripping his body apart until he could see his ribcage in his reflection. His eyes lit up, looking into the mirror with almost sheer amazement. Below his bones was the sight of a beating heart, bumping the blood that leaked from his body. It was mesmerizing. His teeth slowly loosened and the dagger fell from his lips, hitting the tile with a loud, high pitched clank. The sound faded into the background, Fade’s focus zooming in on his beating heart. Each time the organ pumped he felt the sound of a thump getting louder. It became almost deafening. The blue of his eyes became cloudy. He felt the room spinning and his legs almost gave out beneath him. Suddenly, his eyes rolled back and his hand slipped off the sink dropping his weight down, his body collapsing to the floor in a pool of his own blood. His mutilated form laid there unconscious but his heart continued to beat.
*A flash reveals a young 10 year old Fade standing in the middle of a field surrounded by 4 dead bodies. Standing beside him is a large, muscular demon and the closest thing he’d ever have to a father.
“You aren’t human. You know that, right?”
“What have I done?”
“You aren’t like them. Tell me you know this?”
“I’m nothing like you.”
“Don’t grow weak, humanity isn’t worth crying over.”
Fade’s eyes swelled and he clenched his fists as tight as he could. Pain shot up his chest.*
His blue eyes blinked, staring at the bruises forming on his jawline. Before another memory or thought could creep passed he reached behind his back and tugged his shirt up over his head. His shirt fell quietly on the tile floor sprinkled with drops of red. His chest lifted as he inhaled, quickly retrieving a dagger from its sheath and plunging it into the left side of his chest. It sank into his skin like butter. His jaw tightened and he grunted loudly through his sealed lips. Unable to hold it in, he spat up another wad of blood. He jerked the dagger out, a line of blood splashing on to the mirror. He hollared out in pain, glancing at the now open wound draining down his stomach. His fingers grew numb, dropping the dagger into the sink. Again, his hands gripped the sink and his body hunched over.
*A flash and Fade is surrounded by the barred walls of a jailhouse. An older woman kneels down in front of the young 13 year old. She places one of her hands on his shoulder and leans in closely to whisper,
“You have no heart, boy. Monsters like you are born heartless. Wretched things.”
“Your putting me to sleep.”
She moved her hand over his chest, pushing her palm against his pulse, “you don’t even deserve to be here.”*
In a moment of desperation Fade found himself questioning the reality of his own existence. He was not a human. He knew this. But all the pain? Did it matter? He retrieved the dagger and placed the grip in his mouth, clenching down with his bloodied teeth. He yanked a manji shuriken from his waist pocket and placed one of the four curved blades into his wound and pulled down. His skin split against the weapon, cutting through his muscles and releasing more blood from his chest. Fade’s forehead crinkled, his teeth grinding on the hilt of his dagger, yelling through his teeth in agony. The wound stretched and opened, a gash so deep it now revealed bone. His hand shook from weakness and fatigue, dropping the shuriken to the floor. He slowly touched his fingers to his chest, staring at his mangled body in the mirror. His skin was growing pale and his legs struggled to stay standing.
*A flash showed Fade stabbing a woman in the eye. Another flash and he wrestled an argonian man off a cliff. Another flash, strangling a vampire. Flash, an elf on fire. Flash, blood everywhere. Flash*
Using one hand to hold himself up on the sink, Fade’s other hand let his fingers bury inside the now massive laceration and pulled his chest to the left, opening up his broken body. His screams were muffled through his dagger but he grew louder and louder, ripping his body apart until he could see his ribcage in his reflection. His eyes lit up, looking into the mirror with almost sheer amazement. Below his bones was the sight of a beating heart, bumping the blood that leaked from his body. It was mesmerizing. His teeth slowly loosened and the dagger fell from his lips, hitting the tile with a loud, high pitched clank. The sound faded into the background, Fade’s focus zooming in on his beating heart. Each time the organ pumped he felt the sound of a thump getting louder. It became almost deafening. The blue of his eyes became cloudy. He felt the room spinning and his legs almost gave out beneath him. Suddenly, his eyes rolled back and his hand slipped off the sink dropping his weight down, his body collapsing to the floor in a pool of his own blood. His mutilated form laid there unconscious but his heart continued to beat.
"Known" Criminal History
At age 8 he killed the head nurse at the orphanage.
From age 10 to 13 he was sent to multiple youth correctional facilities, where he was a cause for endless humiliating and violent acts
Ages 13 to 17 he had been known for his involvement with drug and gang relations.
He is responsible for over two dozen homicides (on record).
He has been labeled a sexual deviant by authority figures, siting his participation in the spreading of sexual diseases.
At age 8 he killed the head nurse at the orphanage.
From age 10 to 13 he was sent to multiple youth correctional facilities, where he was a cause for endless humiliating and violent acts
Ages 13 to 17 he had been known for his involvement with drug and gang relations.
He is responsible for over two dozen homicides (on record).
He has been labeled a sexual deviant by authority figures, siting his participation in the spreading of sexual diseases.
Cross Spire
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Born an orphan, Cross was taken in by Sig when he was just 5 years old. Sig was a demon who took in a number of young orphaned demon children who found themselves on Askeron but Cross quickly became the favorite.
Sig and his camaraderie of demons are now all mostly young adults who have grown a family bond, often referring to themselves as a brotherhood or The Demon Brothers. Cross is regarded as the most tactical and skilled of the group, favored by Sig. There have been multiple occurrences that have proven Sig's favoritism, valuing Cross' life over the others and this naturally causes some tension among the family. For this reason, his "older siblings" have grown jealous tendencies. Luckily, he has maintained a close friendship with one of his brothers, Fade, the two considerable best friends. Cross comes across as very casually assertive. He can be protective and brave, ready to jump into action for the ones he loves at a moments notice. He isn't big on compliments or appraisal and avoids direct attention as much as he can manage. He doesn't enjoy being in the spotlight considering it is what brought upon so much torment from his siblings growing up. His self confidence tends to be lacking when you peel back some of his layers. Beneath his tough exterior he is a big, giant softie. It can take a while for him to trust but once he's comfortable he enjoys a nice game of back and forth cheesy banter. At the end of the day, Cross will do almost anything Sig asks of him. His loyalty to his family, despite their jealousy towards him, is at the core of who he is. He currently works as a butcher, using his shop as a 'front' for Sig and his family's "business and financial dealings." |
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????? Sig Fade, Kroni, Egan, Flint, Cain Ashlyn Legion, Banshee, Lilith, Dusty |
Kroni Cavalier
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Kroni was 16 when he came to Askeron, fleeing a surprisingly privileged life on Demiticus. Both his father and mother worked closely with The Demon King and Kroni found himself stuck in the shadow of expectations. With the help of a demon known as Sig, Kroni escaped to a new world where he could better make a name for himself.
He took refuge with Sig and several other young kids that Sig took under his wing. Kroni, the eldest child, was given a lot of responsibility in keeping the others in line. He was a natural disciplinary. The group, now all grown adults, remain a close knit family.
Kroni marches to the beat of his own drum. He has a difficult time relating to others or understanding the intentions of those he disagrees with. He is firmly set in his ways. He takes everything very seriously, and rarely, if ever, smiles or laughs. His siblings invented a game when they were young called 'Cranky Kroni.' The objective of the game was to make Kroni laugh. There aren't many winners of this game.
Kroni works alongside Sig in their black market dealings, but he also offers himself up as a guard to hire. He is naturally intimidating and thus is pushed into the role of interrogator whenever his family calls for it. He enjoys providing this service with a passion. He experiences a great high from creating fear in others.
He took refuge with Sig and several other young kids that Sig took under his wing. Kroni, the eldest child, was given a lot of responsibility in keeping the others in line. He was a natural disciplinary. The group, now all grown adults, remain a close knit family.
Kroni marches to the beat of his own drum. He has a difficult time relating to others or understanding the intentions of those he disagrees with. He is firmly set in his ways. He takes everything very seriously, and rarely, if ever, smiles or laughs. His siblings invented a game when they were young called 'Cranky Kroni.' The objective of the game was to make Kroni laugh. There aren't many winners of this game.
Kroni works alongside Sig in their black market dealings, but he also offers himself up as a guard to hire. He is naturally intimidating and thus is pushed into the role of interrogator whenever his family calls for it. He enjoys providing this service with a passion. He experiences a great high from creating fear in others.
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Tidus The Titan
Neviah Sig Fade, Cross, Egan, Flint, Cain Ashlyn Legion, Banshee, Lilith, Dusty |
Egan Obey
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Egan was born into slavery on Demiticus, his father dead before his birth and his mother tortured and killed in front of him. After her death his eyes were forcibly removed, making the sight of her death his last visual memory. He wears artificial black orbs in his eye sockets but is completely blind. His body is imprinted with scars covering every inch of his skin.
At 7 years old he escaped to Askeron and found himself alone and fending for his life. Egan met his future brother in arms, Fade, at an orphanage but he ran away at 9 years old. At age 12 he was locked away in a youth correctional facility where he was reunited with Fade briefly. Fade introduced Egan to Sig, who took in orphaned demons and protected them. Egan joined Sig's party of misfits and from that gained a family.
Egan is quiet, reserved, and patient. He has a peaceful disposition but don't let that fool you. Egen holds little hesitation when it comes to taking a life. He is quick, agile and calculating. Every move he makes and every word that escapes his lips is carefully thought out. He does not speak unless he thinks it is worth saying. He focuses his skills on thievery, mastering the arts of breaking and entering, picking locks and pockets.
At 7 years old he escaped to Askeron and found himself alone and fending for his life. Egan met his future brother in arms, Fade, at an orphanage but he ran away at 9 years old. At age 12 he was locked away in a youth correctional facility where he was reunited with Fade briefly. Fade introduced Egan to Sig, who took in orphaned demons and protected them. Egan joined Sig's party of misfits and from that gained a family.
Egan is quiet, reserved, and patient. He has a peaceful disposition but don't let that fool you. Egen holds little hesitation when it comes to taking a life. He is quick, agile and calculating. Every move he makes and every word that escapes his lips is carefully thought out. He does not speak unless he thinks it is worth saying. He focuses his skills on thievery, mastering the arts of breaking and entering, picking locks and pockets.
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????? Sig Fade, Cross, Kroni, Flint, Cain Ashlyn Legion, Banshee, Lilith, Dusty |
There was something about the cold, icy air that brought comfort, worlds a part from anything he had ever known before. Egan stood with his boots 6inches deep in snow, his fists balled up at his side, and his teeth chattering over the still silence of the night. He stood shirtless, his biceps stiffening as the frozen air surrounded him. He stared ahead at nothing, a darkness hovering over him and trapping him in a void of solitude. All he could see, slowly appearing before him, were dancing colors, bright colors that sparkled and twirled in his head.
Egan went blind at the age of 7 and all that remained through darkness were mere strokes of vibrant colors that visited him on lonely nights like this one. Everything required more effort and concentration, which were not his strong suit. Nightmares came often and prolonged themselves into his waking life.
Standing there now in the cold he froze up, and yet he felt like his insides were boiling. At 2 years old he was chained around his neck to a stone wall, unable to sit or bend
his knees without choking himself. His mother mined at the base of a volcanic mountain nearby, where large nails were stabbed through the bottom of her feet if she showed any sign of fatigue. He screamed for her but even to glance at him would cost her a finger.
At 4 years old Egan received daily whip slashes from his master, simply as a means to exert his ownership. He used a fiery whip that burned the skin like cooked meat. His mother often forced to work for days straight, returning home with more spikes in her feet, eventually making it nearly impossible for her to walk. She would be dragged screaming out the door in front of him, Egan paralyzed to do anything.
On his 7th birthday Egan remembers escaping his chambers and running towards the volcano where his mother was spotted kneeling, hitting rocks with a pickaxe. She had 4 missing fingers altogether, as well as a sawed off ear. Her body was frail and skeletal, and her voice had practically faded away.
It was hard to remember her as vibrant and alive, but Egan always latched on to the smells. She
Egan went blind at the age of 7 and all that remained through darkness were mere strokes of vibrant colors that visited him on lonely nights like this one. Everything required more effort and concentration, which were not his strong suit. Nightmares came often and prolonged themselves into his waking life.
Standing there now in the cold he froze up, and yet he felt like his insides were boiling. At 2 years old he was chained around his neck to a stone wall, unable to sit or bend
his knees without choking himself. His mother mined at the base of a volcanic mountain nearby, where large nails were stabbed through the bottom of her feet if she showed any sign of fatigue. He screamed for her but even to glance at him would cost her a finger.
At 4 years old Egan received daily whip slashes from his master, simply as a means to exert his ownership. He used a fiery whip that burned the skin like cooked meat. His mother often forced to work for days straight, returning home with more spikes in her feet, eventually making it nearly impossible for her to walk. She would be dragged screaming out the door in front of him, Egan paralyzed to do anything.
On his 7th birthday Egan remembers escaping his chambers and running towards the volcano where his mother was spotted kneeling, hitting rocks with a pickaxe. She had 4 missing fingers altogether, as well as a sawed off ear. Her body was frail and skeletal, and her voice had practically faded away.
It was hard to remember her as vibrant and alive, but Egan always latched on to the smells. She
Flint Catchfire
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Forneus
Effah Sig Cain Fade, Cross, Kroni, Egan Ashlyn Legion, Banshee, Lilith, Dusty |
Carnage AKA Cain Catchfire
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Carnage
Cain Bael Demonic Demon 35 Male ????? Demiticus ????? Hit-Man / Black Market Dealer Mace, Dagger Forneus Effah Sig Flint Fade, Cross, Kroni, Egan Ashlyn Legion, Banshee, Lilith, Dusty |
Sigmund Daityas
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Sigmund
Sig Morphid Demon 86 Male ????? Demiticus ????? Black Market Dealer Two-Handed Sword Ifrit Makilla Fade, Cross, Kroni, Egan, Flint, Cain, Ashlyn Maverick Legion, Banshee, Lilith, Dusty Black |
Maverick Diatyas
Lilith Ignite
Legion
Banshee
Alma
Dusty Corson
Ethan "E" Wayne Vidakovic
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Ethan E Human 31 Male Straight Burrowmill, Horus Southport, Horus Brewer/Distributor at Vidakovic Brewing Company Longsword, Bow & Arrow Wayne Joseph Demont Dayla Marie Vidakovic Bethany, Hanna Slaven Ospin Vidakovic Anthany Alia |
Poorly Functioning Alcoholic, Cocky, Reckless, Slothful/Sluggish, Family Oriented, Realist
Ethan, better known as E, is the oldest of three with two younger sisters. This is central to his characterization. You wouldn't know it but for Ethan's family holds the utmost importance. He works for an extremely successful, family owned brewing company started and run by his grandfather (mother's father). His mother started and runs her own bar known as The Blue Leopard, which is also where both his sisters work. His father is a simple, country fisherman. Ethan and his sisters take the surname of their mother due to the greater success of the name. His face may not be famous but the name is.
Ethan learned to hunt and fish from his father, often going on camping trips to track and kill werewolves. He also learned to wield a sword from defending his father's fishing docks from wyvern. He is an excellent swordsman but the alcohol inhibits him. He is awful at archery unless at close range. Ethan owns a catahoula cur or catahoula leopard dog, which is what his mother's bar is named after. Ethan's personal sidekick goes by the name Banner and is a trained werewolf hunting dog. He also has a dark bay horse named "Jack," short for Jackie. Ethan is a poorly functioning alcoholic which causes his grandfather to hesitate on handing the company over to him, at least until he straightens up. He is irresponsible with completely mixed priorities. Authority is his biggest strain and women are easily targeted for personal gain, being an almost constant flirt. He was married once, his wife had a miscarriage. The two haven't spoken since. Despite spending most of his days drinking, Ethan travels across Horus as a distributor for the brewing company. He spends a lot of time on the road, skipping from city to city, so he hasn't had a lot of time to make friends. He's well known but not very good at friendships anyway, other than his relationships with his dog, horse and alcohol. |
Relationship Openings: Sister: Hanna Jane Vidakovic
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Alia Page Ocean
Flirty, Confident, Deceitful, Outspoken/Blunt, Curious/Nosy, Inappropriate, Daydreamer
Alia, sometimes known by the name Ali, is full of surprises. Her mother abandoned
her, jumped ship as soon as little Alia was born, but there wasn't a lot of blame you could put on the woman. After all, the father of her newborn baby was an assassin. He was called Blue Ocean, though Blue couldn't have been his real name. It couldn't have been but Alia wasn't for certain. Blue got caught up in a group known as The Shadow Chasers, a crime syndicate. So says he owed a lot of money to them, some kind of uncompromisable debt. Little Alia was fourteen when the leader of The Shadow Chasers made an exception to the rule, putting her on her knees and in the property of one of the most powerful criminals in the city. Blue sold his daughter to free himself of the debt, but the compromise didn't go through. Alia robbed the syndicate's leader and fled, leaving his dick unsucked. In turn, her father was killed due to her disobedience. When Alia ran she took up the job her father intended her for: prostitution. This was supposed to only be a way to get by, to get the money to travel out of the city. Unfortunately, found on a list of bounties set on the heads of dangerous men and women, is Alia Ocean's name and face. Wanted: murderer of Blue Ocean. Alia had to keep running and was never able to stop. News of her bounty spread, the price raised, a hope for a normal life was forgotten. Alia has very little manners. She rarely experiences shame at any capacity. |
Anthony Edward Young
Naive, Quiet/Gentle, Diligent, Self Conscious, Mr. Fix It, Neutral
Build a fence. Repair the barn. Tend the stalls. It's not much but work is work.
Anthony was raised from the age of three by his grandmother, a Mrs. Pepper Young, widow and caregiver. The whereabouts of his parents was something that became lost in translation. For Anthony, they might as well be dead. Growing up he stayed in the shadows of his peers, bullied and humiliated if he even dared to step out of line. Any rebelliousness he had was always sort of minor and in the end, sometimes admirable. Sneaking out of the house at twelve years old to build a park bench wasn't exactly a crime, it was nice. Of course, being nice wasn't going to always save him. He worked hard and was good with his hands. Anthony got hired by a nobleman, a farm and ranch owner, Lord Paul Studwick, when he was fourteen. Studwick is wealthy and harsh, strict with his workers and a necessary critic. Anthony never fell out of line. He did fall in love though, with a horse named Perno. Perno is a buckskin Friesian/Quarter Horse stallion. Hired as a groom he is not actually allowed to ride the horses and Perno belongs to Studwick's right hand man, Dimitri Nash. Anthony is innocent and young, he has a lot to learn and would do almost anything to avoid conflict or controversy. |
Corinne Vera Fields
Bethany Lane Vidakovic
MAIN/SUPPORTING CHARACTER (Werewolf) 25 years old Bartender/Waitress at The Blue Leopard (bar) From: Burrowmill, Horus Currently Resides: Fort Herupa, Horus Indulgent, Friendly, Gullible, Disorderly, Family Oriented Bethany is the second oldest of three, with an older brother and a younger sister. She works at The Blue Leopard, a family owned bar started and run by her mother. Her younger sister works there with her while her brother works for their grandfather at an extremely successful, family owned brewing company known as The Vidakovic Brewing Company. Her father is a simple, country fisherman. |
Bethany and her siblings take the surname of their mother due to the greater success of the name. Her face may not be famous but the name is. Bethany learned to hunt and fish from her father, seldom going on camping trips to track and kill werewolves. These camping trips were more common adventures for her father and brother, the girls attending less and less as they got older, resulting in them being a little less skilled in that arena compared to their brother, Ethan. She may be less combative but has taken a larger interest in horses, learning to ride from her father.
Bethany has a jet black friesian horse named Assault.
The Vidakovics bred courageous, strong, and vigorous individuals but Bethany was something of a different kind. She was soft, warm and compliant, a daughter of a fisherman, sister of an alcoholic, granddaughter of a beer making superhero. She is a barmaid, working under the Vidakovic matriarch, her role model, her beloved mother. She's a follower, not a leader, and it was just that that made her easy to overlook compared to her ground hitting relatives.
The lycan disease is a recent occurrence and something no one in her family knows about, not yet at least. She already has a decent handle on her emotions so shifts are infrequent thus far.
Relationships:
Sister: Bethany Mother: Dalya Father: Wayne Grandfather/Boss: Slaven
Relationship Openings:
Sister: Hanna Jane Vidakovic (name can be changed but should be a common Hebrew name)
Bethany has a jet black friesian horse named Assault.
The Vidakovics bred courageous, strong, and vigorous individuals but Bethany was something of a different kind. She was soft, warm and compliant, a daughter of a fisherman, sister of an alcoholic, granddaughter of a beer making superhero. She is a barmaid, working under the Vidakovic matriarch, her role model, her beloved mother. She's a follower, not a leader, and it was just that that made her easy to overlook compared to her ground hitting relatives.
The lycan disease is a recent occurrence and something no one in her family knows about, not yet at least. She already has a decent handle on her emotions so shifts are infrequent thus far.
Relationships:
Sister: Bethany Mother: Dalya Father: Wayne Grandfather/Boss: Slaven
Relationship Openings:
Sister: Hanna Jane Vidakovic (name can be changed but should be a common Hebrew name)
- (Human) 22 years old
- Bartender/Waitress at The Blue Leopard (bar)
- Restrictions: Is close to family - especially her sister Bethany, does not have a drinking problem and despises werewolves due to upbringing
Slaven Ospin Vidakovic
MINOR CHARACTER
(Human) 68 years old
Founder and Owner of The Vidakovic Brewing Company
From: Burrowmill, Horus
Currently Resides: Southport, Horus
Father of Dayla Vidakovic
MINOR CHARACTER
(Human) 68 years old
Founder and Owner of The Vidakovic Brewing Company
From: Burrowmill, Horus
Currently Resides: Southport, Horus
Father of Dayla Vidakovic
Dayla Marie Vidakovic
MINOR CHARACTER (Human) 48 years old Founder, Owner, Bartender, and Waitress at The Blue Leopard (bar) From: Burrowmill, Horus Currently Resides: Fort Herupa, Horus Wife of Wayne Demont Mother of Ethan, Bethany and Hanna Vidakovic |
Wayne Joseph Demont
MINOR CHARACTER (Human) 54 years old Fisherman From: Burrowmill, Horus Currently Resides: Fort Herupa, Horus Husband of Dalya Vidakovic Father of Ethan, Bethany and Hanna Vidakovic |
Black (Last Name Unknown)
MINOR CHARACTER
(Dark Elf) 210 years old
Leader of The Shadow Chaser's (crime syndicate)
From: Travella, Valhan
Currently Resides: Angarth, Valhan
MINOR CHARACTER
(Dark Elf) 210 years old
Leader of The Shadow Chaser's (crime syndicate)
From: Travella, Valhan
Currently Resides: Angarth, Valhan
Lord Paul Studwick
MINOR CHARACTER (Human) 38 years old Nobleman, Owner of Fairview Farms and Wicker Ranch From: Vale, Horus Currently Resides: Vale, Horus |
Lord Dimitri Nash
MINOR CHARACTER (Human) 37 years old Steward of Lord Paul Studwick's Manor From: Hogpen, Horus Currently Resides: Vale, Horus |
Wedge Alagan FKA Javier Alberto Cordova
Eudotia/Dorthy - Dot
Wedge
Elody
Century - Dragon Name
Wedge
Elody
Century - Dragon Name