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Name: Soraya Noorani

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Appearance: A young woman of soft prettiness. Her skin is the color of coffee with heavy cream, smooth and milky in its warm cinnamon shade. Thick lashes and heavy lidded eyes pull focus toward the deep, clear brown of her pupils. Her brow is slight, matching her cheekbones and jawline; overall her bone structure holds the curved, flowing power of the female figure. Her nose compliments the whole of her face and is softly hooked at its tip. Her lips just below are full and pink.

Soraya dresses in a humble yet stylish manner. Long sleeves and skirts, the occasional jeans, and well-selected cardigans or jackets, all picked carefully to match. A Muslim, Soraya has chosen to wear a hijab of her own free will, unlike her sister and mother. She seeks to coordinate them with the rest of her ensemble, alternating between a wide selection of high-quality patterned hijab.

Personality: Soraya is kind and quiet, though fiercely independent and outspoken when challenged. She would rather coexist with the rest of the world, but she does not blanch in the face of conflict. Soraya is not the smartest nor the sharpest, but she is clever and curious. This gives her the natural drive to learn about whoever and whatever she encounters, yet it can also cause her to act without truly thinking things through. To project a positive image for Muslim Americans, Soraya goes to great lengths to be amiable and approachable; however, she also tries to fight stereotypes against Muslims and hijab-wearing women by participating fully in her classes and life on campus.

Birthplace: whereverthefuckthistownis

History: Born to her fourth generation Iranian-American parents, Soraya was raised in a very open and liberal mindset. Her father - a theologist and college professor - strove to instill his daughters with kindness and acceptance for all creeds and colors; he has always encouraged them to be their own person and seek out their own happiness, whatever that may be. Soraya has lived a relatively normal life with no notable specifics, doing well both socially and academically throughout her school career. Now she attends the university her father teaches at and is currently in her Sophomore year.

Abilities: None beyond the standard human capabilities.

Weaknesses: Human, reckless, occasional lack of common sense.

Other: Her family is more spiritual than strictly religious, and Soraya has connected to her Muslim background more than her sister or mother. Because of her relationship with God, she has chosen to wear a hijab to feel closer to Him. She lives her spiritualism through her actions, however, not words. She respects all forms of worship and feels that her path to God is not the only true path. Her idea of God is more a force of the universe versus one actual solidified being. She is as a part of God as the trees or ocean, the stars in the sky or the blackness beyond.

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Name: Alexander "Xander" Lee

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Appearance: 6' 2" (188 cm), 190 lb (86 kg), black hair cut short, brown eyes, an angular face with an expression of perpetual boredom/drowsiness (half-closed eyes don't help in that regard). Olive-toned skin tanned a few shades darker from California sun. In relatively good physical shape due to his stint in the military. Cares little about fashion, wears whatever clothes happen to be comfortable, practical, and on-hand. His "hunting garb" consists of a military combat vest, cargo pants with lots of pockets for his little "goodies", combat gloves, a monocle/eyepatch/hi-tech-goggle-thing he made himself, and a badass leather trenchcoat, because trenchcoats are badass, and they're the only practical way for him to conceal his gear in public.

Personality: A bit of a loner, he nevertheless puts on an outward persona of openness and friendliness. He has few close friends and makes new ones very rarely. He will not hesitate to kill his prey, but he does not hunt and kill indiscriminately; he's read enough books and watched enough movies to know that at least some of the creatures he pursues simply want to live their lives, and mean no harm. Most of the time he is insufferably cheerful and excited about the mere prospect of being a hunter. Seems that the initial excitement hasn't worn off yet, or ever.

Birthplace: Sacramento, California

History: Xander had a fairly atypical life growing up. He often had fantasies of being in the various situations he saw in books, movies and games. Being one of the last survivors of the zombie apocalypse, the sole surviving heir of a galactic empire, the only one who could pilot the giant robot to save humanity, those kind of situations. Of course growing up he was also quite certain that none of these things would ever happen to him.

He developed a taste for programming, which later branched into a somewhat unhealthy hobby of hacking for fun. He went to college and ended up being roped into the military to help pay for it. After serving his required stint in military intelligence, he got out as quick as possible and found a programming job.

The peek at what lay behind the curtain came to him quite by accident. He noticed that a coworker of his would sometimes be very enthusiastic and energetic for a week, then a couple weeks later she would seem to get sick, to the point that every month she took a day off of work. While searching on the Internet as to what kind of condition could cause this kind of monthly progression of mood swings, he came across a secure site that denied him access. A few rudimentary attempts to access the site proved futile. Now, as a black hat hacker, he could hardly say no to such an intriguing challenge. He spent the better part of a day and a night working to hack into the site, and when he finally cracked the safeguards and slipped through the defenses, he could hardly believe what he saw.

At first he thought that lack of sleep and intense concentration must have made him delusional, for what he stumbled upon was an entire community dedicated to the occult, and the investigation and eradication thereof. He thought that it must have been a conspiracy site run by highly paranoid individuals, or some kind of roleplaying or game forum, but as he read further and further into it, he realized that this was not the case.

Xander was overjoyed, for here was one of his childhood fantasies come to life. He had pierced the veil, unmasked the masquerade, and discovered a world hidden from the awareness of the general populace. Here was his calling in life, the work that he knew he was meant to do. Over the course of the following weeks, he made his preparations. Intensive research on the monsters he was planning to hunt, their weaknesses, strengths, and habits. He carefully stalked his coworker for weeks in order to ensure that she was not a potential danger. Actually, it turned out that she wasn't a werewolf at all, she just had really bad periods.

He turned in his two weeks notice and bought a van. After all, in all the movies and books, the hunters did not stay in one place and wait for the prey to come to them, nor did they hold day jobs; they roamed the country and hunted the monsters wherever they may be found and dedicated their lives to the pursuit! And that was exactly what he was planning to do.

Abilities: High intelligence and quick thinking, fiendishly creative and murderously inventive, good with machines and computers, hacker, above-average fitness, firearms and hand-to-hand combat training, reads way too much scifi and fantasy books for his own good.

Weaknesses: Low resistance to extremes of temperature, can only bleed so much blood, loss of limbs and body-penetrating wounds a no-no, slow to heal, can't regenerate missing body parts, starts to hallucinate dancing monkeys when going for more than 60 hours without sleep, vulnerable to the majority of poisons, venoms, caustic fluids, noxious gases, volatile chemicals, etc, etc.

Other: He likes steampunk, and actively designs and builds his tools and gadgets to this aesthetic. The last thing the public needs is a man with difficulties distinguishing fantasy from reality and the motivation and technical know-how to take the devices from one and create them in the other.

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Name: Hafwan "Haffy" Vala

Race: Witch

Gender: Female

Age: Twenty-Seven

Appearance: Full-body shot. Rather stocky and well-muscled for a witch. Hafwan stands at 5'6", weighing in at 147 pounds. Haffy's clothing reflects her hobby of breakdancing- which she does often (publicly) for money.

Personality: Haffy's got a superiority complex. Being the first in her family to be a successful witch, she holds herself above everyone else. She's been described as spoiled, a diva, and insufferable. Her devotion to witchcraft and her work has made her a bit of a wonder in her field and it goes right to her head. She's stuck in the rebellious teenager phase, and the disapproval over his witchcraft only fuels it.

Birthplace: Wales

History: Haffy's family was known for the occasional witch, but none ever had any sort of real power. Until Hafwan came along. She was fascinated with it and would skip school on a regular basis to read through spell books and old tomes she'd acquired from an older woman in her town. The only class she really took to in school was botany, which she applied to her witchcraft. Her father was relocated for work during her late teen years, and the family hoped that the move would end Haffy's witchcraft. It didn't- Haffy took the chance to carve a niche for herself as the city's only witch and, after spending a couple of months selling herbal remedies and "magic" stones to the paranoid, earned enough money to move out on her own. It only lasted her a couple of weeks and she now lives in her parents' basement.

Abilities: Freelance witch. Haffy specializes in herbal remedies (usually medicinal). She's dabbled in some offensive spells and has begun studying supernatural beings and magics.

Weaknesses: Has lost some of her hearing in her left ear after a spell went wrong and exploded. Haffy tends to act first and think later, something that often gets her into trouble and usually injured.

Other: Ambidextrous. Haffy also spends a lot of her down time blogging and trying to promote witchcraft for positive uses- mostly medicinal. Her parents believe she has an internet addiction, and Hafwan is inclined to agree. Not to their faces, of course.

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Name: Astra Leigh

Race: Vampire

Gender: female

Age: 78 (appears 25)

Appearance: Astra is a fairly curvy girl, standing short at 5'3. Her skin is pale enough to freckle, and she has some on her face and body. Her thin brows are arched just so, and her thick lashes frame narrow blue-green eyes. She has waves of red-orange hair which tickle the top of her back, as well as a smattering of tattoos up her arm and back.

Astra's not a huge fan of clothes. She probably spent too much time with the hippies in the 70s. However, when she does have to wear clothes, she's a fan of dresses and pin up fashion. She hates pants.

Personality: Astra is feisty, yet free-spirited. She doesn't like being told what to do and will snark at you if she is. On the other hand, she is ambitious, not afraid to use her appearance to get what she wants. Not that she would go as far as sleeping with someone, of course, but if she walks into an interview with a low cut blouse and happens to get the job, it's not HER fault, is it?

Astra is one of those girls who will date an awful guy, claim all men suck, and go on a man-strike for a month. Given that she is bisexual, she will sometimes date a girl immediately after, making it very obvious that she is doing so to the man whose heart she just broke. Somehow, while she has good taste in girls, she has horrid taste in men.

Birthplace: Boston, MA

History: Astra was born to traditional parents, a lawyer and a nurse, in Boston, Massachusetts. She led a fairly normal life, but being the youngest of three kids, her family could not afford to send her to college as she wanted. While her older brothers became a teacher and a research scientist, she began working as a waitress to make her way. Finally at the age of 23 she moved out and began an AA part-time at a local college.

At college, Astra began working for the school newspaper, writing articles on relationships. She was quickly upgraded to an advice column. At the paper she met Josh, a senior who she quickly fell. They began dating and at first, things were going well. However, as time went on, Josh proved to be controlling. While he claimed he loved her feisty nature, he also preferred to be the dominant one in the relationship, and in order to hold on to the first man she ever loved, Astra let him. When he wanted to have sex with her for the first time, she let him, not wanting to lose him, even though she didn't want it and was a virgin.

It didn't take long for Astra to realize that Josh was a vampire, and when she asked him about it, he was very open. However, she herself never wanted to become one. The immortality was something she never wanted, as it made life complicated. She didn't want the sun to give her negative side-effects either, since she enjoyed being outside. Most of all, she loved garlic bread, something she could never eat with Josh for obvious reasons.

On their first anniversary, he prepared her dinner of steak mashed potatoes. He slipped some of his blood into first glass of wine, and poison in the second glass. Through the night he made promises that his anniversary gift to her would be "one [she] would remember for the rest of her life". Unfortunately, he was right. When she came back undead, he revealed an unconscious body that he had "obtained" for her to feast on. Unable to control her thirst, she did. However, she attacked him immediately after, throwing a good few punches before finally calming down enough to use her words and yell at him instead. Their argument ended with her dumping him and leaving the paper.

Life as a vampire became difficult for Astra to adjust to. Her thirst made studying difficult, and caused her to become depressed. This depression only made classes even worse, and she ended up dropping out. Not wanting to live so close to home anymore, she left, deciding instead to move to California. Being a vampire, she realized she essentially had the rest of forever to get her degree. Besides, she didn't really want a degree in journalism anyway. She got a job as a secretary for a few years, but the company collapsed and she found herself working odd part-time jobs here and there. Slowly, she began saving up money, and about a year ago, she found herself with enough savings to start going to college again, this time going for a BS Psychology and Law.

Abilities: Intelligence, wit, writing, gives good advice, analytical, as well as generic Harder Better Faster Stronger vampire abilities.

Weaknesses: Needs blood, having no reflection sucks when trying to look cute in the morning, can never be a porn star, passionately misses garlic bread.

Other: NSFW picture of her here!

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Name: Mstislav Aristarkh Vasilyev
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance: [‘Casual’], [facepaint].
Aristarkh is 5’4” and 161lbs, which makes him a little short and stocky, but taken into consideration that he is a rancher on top of being a Hunter, it makes a sort of sense. Especially since that weight is muscle. He has black hair that reaches just past his shoulder blades and is almost always worn in a thick braid. When he is working, Aristarkh wears traditional clothes, but when he’s hunting he dresses to the modern standard and paints his face to be unrecognisable.

Personality: Stubborn and overbearing, but with good intentions. Aristarkh truly wants to protect people, whether they know of the dangers or not, and will frequently go way out of his way to make sure that happens. If one can get past his bristly exterior, Aristarkh is a pretty sweet guy.
Birthplace: small village on the Mongolian/Russian border
History: Born in a small village in Russia, to a pair of misplaced Mongols eager to fit in their new home, Aristarkh grew up in a strange maelstrom of cultures that left him thoroughly confused for the first dozen or so years of his life. Unfortunately for his parents, there was one part of their history that no amount of relocation could remove them from: they were hunters of the paranormal. Monsters lurked the shadows of their lives in Mongolia, and when they had learned of their child on the way, they severed ties with their clan and tried to escape the danger, only to learn that it was everywhere, not just limited to the plains of Mongolia. And so it came to pass that when Mstislav came of age, he was brought into the fold and made aware of his family's business, as it were. He was instructed on how to find unnatural creatures and how to best destroy them- a very dangerous practice due to their quarry's often magical nature and a hunter's lack thereof. When he turned twenty, Aristarkh took his first prize by destroying and skinning a local werewolf, officially becoming a hunter in the same breath.

Aristarkh then spent the next three years carefully re-forging the ties between his parents and the new Russian clan that they were creating and his ancestral clan, and learning rituals and other crafts that would help him to survive against any supernatural fiend he ran across.

When he turned twenty-seven, Aristarkh moved to the states in order to follow a particularly troublesome rogue witch. It took several years to track her down, and during that time, Aristarkh set himself up as a rancher outside of the city, raising horses much as he had with his family back home in order to make a living as well as blend in a little more. The latter has been only arguably successful, as not very many people outside of Mongolia wear traditional Mongolian dress. Blending aside, after defeating the witch Aristarkh found himself to be rather happy on his ranch and unwilling to leave his horses behind, so he remained in the States.

For the last ten years, Aristarkh has been hunting local beasties and training the occasional hunter that stumbles across him. He has also formed ties with a local college and allows their vet students to come and look at his horses for real-world experience. He offers riding lessons that are half-off with a valid student ID.

Abilities: Standard human skills, augmented by talismans, etc., obtained through various means.
Weaknesses: General human weaknesses.
Other: If the horses don’t like you, Aristarkh won’t like you. Also, call him 'Aristarkh'. Not 'Ari' or any variation of that, and for the love of everything holy, don't call him 'Misti'.

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Name: Reina Mendoza

Race: Werewolf

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Appearance:

Human Form:
Standing at about 5’4” with a slight build, she doesn't look as physically strong as she really is. She likes clothes that are both easy and durable; normally wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt she’s had for over a year. She pierced her right eyebrow in high school.

Werewolf Form:
In her werewolf form, Reina ia completely unrecognizable. Not even her gender is easily discernable. Her bones and muscles extend to make her 7’ tall while standing on her hind legs. While moving or running she drops to all fours, where she is around 4’ tall. Her ‘arms’ are abnormally long, oddly enough, are the part of her that looks the most human in this form.

Personality: Impulsive and at times violent, Reina is the kind of person that does not take well to what she perceives as being ordered around. She can be a bit sardonic at times, but for the most part is pretty laid back. Sometimes she has trouble keeping her mouth shut, and this has lost her more than one job. She’s much more compassionate than she lets on, but she usually only shows it around people that she really trusts. Her pride can be a bit of an issue at times, and she has a very difficult time turning down a challenge.

Birthplace: She doesn’t know.

History: She was raised by her mother’s Uncle, who lives about an hour South from where she lives now. She never met her father, and her mother was never really cut out to be a parent. Reina was only with her until she was five years old. After that, the woman became a face she saw at Christmas, and a phone call twice a year. She was a horrible child, and often got sent home from school for starting fights. However, instead of punishing her like most guardians, her uncle decided to show her how to box. Out of everyone in the whole world, there is no one she trusts or cares about more than her uncle. He is also one of the only people that knows that she’s a werewolf.

Fifteen was an important year for Reina. It was at this age that she first discovered she preferred women to men in her sexual preference. She broke her arm from falling when she tried to sneak onto the roof of her school. And on one summer night, she was attacked by a strange animal. For twenty four hours after that, she had a dangerously high fever and convulsions. Before her uncle could take her to the hospital, she disappeared into the woods. She was missing for three days before she came back, without any memory of where she had been or what had happened. On the night of the full moon, she changed for the first time. It scared her at first, as she had no idea what was happening to her. However, she was determined to learn how to deal with this new situation. Not long after learning to control it, she came to love her new abilities, and counts being a werewolf as a crucial part of her identity.

She never found out the identity of the werewolf who bit her, nor found any sign of them. When the trail ran cold, she stopped even trying to look years ago. Everything she knows about being a werewolf, she has learned through trial and error. Never having met another one of ‘her kind’, she has no idea how many others are out there, or if they have any ways of contacting each other.

Abilities: While in her human form, she is both stronger and faster than an average human. She is also incredibly healthy, and hasn’t had the flu or a cold since she was turned. She heals quickly; the speed correlating to the proximity of either the full or new moons. With heightened senses, she has incredible vision, and can easily track things via scent. While in her beast form, she is much stronger physically, with huge teeth and sharp claws. She can take on her werewolf shape whenever she likes, except on the night of the new moon. With some effort, she can even maintain a relatively clear head if she changed of her own free will. On the nights before and after the full moon, she is at her strongest. Supernatural abilities aside, she takes pride in that she knows a thing or two about boxing.

Weaknesses: She can’t stand high pitched noises, such as a whistle, because of her hearing. Once a month, on the night of the full moon, she loses all control and sense of self. Usually she has to lock herself away somehow, in order to avoid hurting people. Unfortunately she has broken free on more than one occasion with fatal consequences. Her judgement isn’t all that clear in her werewolf form, the closer it is to the full moon. Moments of intense emotional stress can also trigger an unwanted change. The night of the new moon is when she is at her weakest, and her most human. She is unable to change forms without an incredible amount of pain, and the strength of her human body is diminished to that of an average human woman her size. Silver and wolf’s bane are incredibly poisonous to her. When she was first turned, she all but ripped the silver earrings from her ears.

Other: A bit of a jack of all trades, she’s worked dead end minimum wage jobs all over the chart. However, just as often as she finds a job, she gets fired. She currently works as a waitress at a 24 hour diner. The owner is an old man that she actually likes. That, coupled with the fact that she prefers the dreaded late shifts, have lead to this being the longest she’s ever held down a single job. Animals such as cats, horses, sheep, etc; are all terrified of her, and won’t go anywhere near her.

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Name: Shae O'Riain

Race: Vampire

Gender: Male

Age: 156 (19)

Appearance: [headshot] 5'8, 136 lbs. Horribly ginger. Dresses like a hipster. Lots of browns, blacks, whites and other neutral colours, usually accented with reds. Enjoys plaid, scarves, and hipster glasses even though he doesn't wear glasses.

Personality: He tries to act all cool and rad and stuff, but really he's a total nerd. Also a brony. Also he's a flirt. He'll flirt with anyone. Anyyoneee.

Including his brother.

ESPECIALLY his brother.

Birthplace: United States of America, January 5th, 1857

History: Grew up with his brother, his parents dying while they were both young during the civil war, leaving the two to fend for themselves. The lived normal insignificant human lives until they got turned into vampires when they were 19. which is when all the fun in their lives began. Now they're only still living together so he can mooch off his brother like the huge mooch he is.

Abilities: General Vampiric Powers, Increased strength, Increased Speed, Increased durability. Is also good at painting.

Weaknesses: General Vampiric Weaknesses.

Other: Has a hipster blog. Is also a total hipster.

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Name: Siorus O'Riain

Race: Vampire

Gender: Male

Age: 156 (19)

Appearance: [headshot] 5'8, 153lbs. Also horribly ginger. Dresses more formal on average, dress shirts, ties, bowties, though usually only wears jeans instead of dress pants. Needs a haircut.

Personality: The more serious of the two brothers. he takes his studies pretty seriously. (Or "has a stick up his ass" as his brother likes to put it.) He does joke. sometimes. usually really nerdy science humour and stuff that no one else gets or finds funny. he can be really sweet when he wants to.

Birthplace: United States of America, January 5th, 1857

History: Grew up with his brother, his parents dying while they were both young during the civil war, leaving the two to fend for themselves. The lived normal insignificant human lives until they got turned into vampires when they were 19. which is when all the fun in their lives began. Feel obligated to let his brother stick around him because they're family. Currently has aspirations to become a teacher, and is a student teacher at a nearby college.

Abilities: General Vampiric Powers, Increased strength, Increased Speed, Increased durability. Has stronger abilities than his brother.

Weaknesses: General Vampiric Weaknesses.

Other: Had a blog for like a week but abandoned it because his brother kept sending him hatemail.

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Name: Benjamin Toussaint (born Baraka Talkene)

Race: Vampire

Gender: Male

Age: 416 (appears late 20s)

Appearance: Tall at six foot three and broad-shouldered with a lean and muscular body, Benjamin is a striking and imposing man. His skin is smooth and dark, lustrous as polished teak. His hair is well taken care of and always clean-cut, and he keeps any facial hair in much the same condition. Deep, black eyes and a strong, sharp nose and jaw give him a dangerous, hawk-like appearance. He will opt out of a shirt when possible, though he loves to dress to impress; only the highest quality designer clothing will be willingly found on him.

Personality: Benjamin is vain and prideful, believing himself to be far above humans and most vampires. There are few he has ever viewed as equals, in either life. A born alpha male, he continuously seeks to establish dominance over others. He craves victory and glory, and has been known to create problems where they do not exist. Though he'd like to think him above such, Ben is an extremely jealous and possessive man; he becomes vindictive to a fault when something that belongs to him has been stolen or harmed.

He is a passionate man, though his passions often get the better of him, and he acts solely on emotion and base desire. His transition into vampirism did him no good in this respect. Benjamin never gained a true hold over his thirst, and it has only worsened over time. He is a voracious eater, though typically careful. A strategist, he is calculated and intelligent when it comes to hunting and fighting, and he is not one easily bested.

Birthplace: Kingdom of Kongo, Africa (1597)

History: Benjamin Toussaint was born Baraka Talkene in a Congolese village. From a fierce tribe of warriors, Baraka showed great potential at an early age. He was fearsome, ruthless, and aggressive and quickly established his strength as he grew; he was the youngest boy in his tribe to pass his trial into manhood. He was prosperous in his warrior society, and he took many wives as a symbol of status. Though he enjoyed the comforts of both, Baraka was fixated on men. To him, the act of defeating and dominating another warrior was far more erotic than a woman had ever been. He saw such conquests as the ultimate form of manhood, a means of taking another man's power and making it his own.

Baraka was unrivaled throughout his life, though that did not last long past the age of 29. Called upon to defeat a terrible demoness plaguing the countryside, he set out with weapon in hand. Baraka was unconditionally defeated by her, and with his death came a birth into a new world. A vampire, she sired Baraka. This bonded him to her, and he found it difficult to resist her wishes. She kept him as her thrall for a little under a 100 years, traveling between Africa, France, and other parts of Europe. Eventually, he managed to attain the aid of a powerful witch, and though they could not kill her, together they forced her body into dessication. He killed the witch to keep his secret safe. Baraka locked his mistress' living corpse away, securing her so that she would never be found or released again.

Baraka took up residence in France, changing his name to Benjamin Toussaint. Having learned the language from his mistress previously he adapted well to his new environment, leaving his past in the Congo behind him forever. Every few decades, Benjamin would travel somewhere new and live there for a time, making connections and enjoying the various flavors of the local 'cuisine.' In time, he moved to America shortly after the Civil War. He traveled between North and South America frequently, gaining a bit of a reputation in the latter as a monster of sorts. Longevity has provided Benjamin with much knowledge and an impressive financial background. He has homes all over the world, and many more contacts and hideouts to choose from. Wherever Benjamin has gone, he has often left a wake of destruction in his path. Many hunters, witches, and other such types have vendetta against him.

Abilities: Vampiric strength, speed, and durability. Compulsion over humans, vampire regeneration. Minor warging abilities, animal telepathy. Sensitive to the supernatural.

Weaknesses: Standard vampire weaknesses, especially susceptible to garlic and sage. Powerful thirst, waning restraint. Cocky, stubborn and vindictive. Possessive nature, need for dominance. Love of beauty.

Other: Benjamin Reference

[Rose]

Name: Leslie "Bones" Jones.
Race: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: He's called Bones for a reason. Everything about him is made of angles, of sharp lines and hooks and points. His jaw is thin and defined and refuses any soft curves. His elbows stick out like his bony shoulders and his sharp hips. His eyebrows arch, high and mocking. His lips are thin, a flat line across his face that only turns up on one side when he smiles. he's tall, 6'3 with another inch or so of growth left in him, but he's lanky and flat all over. Usually he's sporting a short mohawk of dark brown hair, the ends falling unkempt over his anti-freeze green eyes when he doesn't take care of it. There's something about the way he smiles that makes girls fall all over him and the attention only makes his charm glow brighter all over his stupid, impishly handsome face.
Personality: Dont call him Leslie unless you want a broken nose. Don't say much at all to him unless you want a broken nose. Bones is a packless omega, and for good reason. He's brash, irrational, chauvinistic, sarcastic, and a slew of other unsavory adjectives. He's the kind of guy who would sleep with his girlfriend's sister or his best friend's mom, or both if he could convince them to go down with it. With all his charm he just might get away with something like that, but with all his stupidity he'd easily get caught. Not that he'd care. There's nothing in the world Bones cares more about than himself.
Birthplace: Atlanta, Georgia
History: A small town family from the deep South uprooted and moved to Atlanta, a beautiful city of culture and history. But this little family was the essence of backwater, and when they had a son he was infected with that deep South plague. Among five brothers and two sisters, much of little Leslie's troublemaking went unnoticed. He was somewhere in the middle in age, and as such he didn't receive nearly so much looking after as he should have. In seventh grade he was called "Lesbian Jones" once. After knocking out the kid's teeth, Leslie opted out of going by his first name. In high school he revived the name that would stick with him, Bones, given to him by the rag-tag gang he hung around with. This gang got him into all sorts of trouble and soon the boy dropped out of school, though his parents never learned that truth. Bones fell prey to fast living, drugs, and women. And soon he fell prey to something else entirely. It wasn't long into what would have been his senior year that his gang let him in on their true nature. Werewolves, they hunted as a pack when the full moon rose. Bones happily fell into their ranks, but the change rattled loose a few more of his screws. Pack dynamic was hard for him to follow and the authority of the alpha just wasn't something he could stomach. Soon Bones was run out, and the same fate came for every pack he found after until he stopped trying to fit in. Now Bones moves around, not sticking to one place for too long to avoid catching hell from local packs.
Abilities: Bones isn't particularly strong, but he has a fiery endurance that's hard to match. He's got good reach in a fight and is very quick on his feet.
Weaknesses: Bones is very, very stupid. He's got all the other weaknesses of a werewolf, no motivation to do anything productive, and isn't as strong as he should be. And stupid. So stupid.
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Name: Alaire
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Alaire's German heritage shows in his square jaw and sandy blond hair. The blue-eyed gene missed him, leaving him instead with orbs like amber honey. He's of average German physique, standing at 6' with a strong frame of broad shoulders but slim build. He could be described as a mix between beautiful and handsome, strangely soft and elegant despite his obvious strength. As a hunter his body has been trained and he sports compact musculature, but his gentle personality and fluid movements give him an air of grace and poise.
Personality: Alaire means to be nothing but softly-spoken and kind. He was raised by a family of strong faith and creed and that reflects in the way he treats people. Despite being a hunter, his truest goal is to help people and he gains no satisfaction from his hunts. Alarie is the kind of man to apologize for getting blood on your carpet after you stabbed him. He's the kind of man who lays your body gently into a grave after he's cut your werewolf head off. Despite his good nature, Alaire struggles with his desire for revenge and a quiet loathing that stirs in his heart, a loathing for the supernatural and for his own actions.
Birthplace: Hamburg, Germany
History: I DONT WANT TO DO THIS BIO YOU WILL ALL FIND OUT. HA. Basically he's new in town lookin for a vampire who killed his old mentor.
Abilities: He's a fast learner, taking to any task with eagerness and skill. His ability to adapt and conquer is what keeps him alive.
Weaknesses: Alaire is naive and innocent despite his job. The lack of a social life has left him easily manipulated and lied to.

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Name: Claire Davies. But ah, don't call her that. That's not who she identifies as. She goes by Luna, or Luna Lycanthrope on tumblr, because she's such a creative person.

Race: Human. Sorry, otherkin, specifically wolfkin.

Gender: Female, probably the only aspect of her identity that is stationary.

Age: 19, though her fake ID says she's 23.

Appearance: Given her natural appearance, there is nothing Claire could do to her appearance to make herself more average-looking. She is about 5'3, creamy, slightly reddish complexion, and dull brown hair that's too straight to do anything. Although she is carrying an extra few pounds, it's not enough to make her noticeable overweight, though it is enough to make her noticeably (to her) out of shape; she cannot climb to her dorm room on the third story without feeling tired.

Because of her extremely bland looks, Claire will do her best to make her appearance as interesting as possible. She wears colored feathers in her hair, sundresses with combat boots, and Rocky Horror attire on a fairly regular basis. Most often, she'll combine these things, to make it obvious that she is not goth or hipster or nerdy, but all of the above. One example of this might be a Batman t-shirt, a yellow flowered skirt with a sweater, fishnets and boots, and a beanie. Clearly, she is just too cool for your labels.

Claire's inner self is a magestic grey wolf, with a luxurious fur coat and fluffy tail. This wolf has an amazing sense of smell, loves digging, and especially loves being skritched between the ears. She'll sometimes wear a tail and/or ears to anime conventions, to feel more like herself, but otherwise knows not to, because people will think she's some sort of freak. Which she's not. She's just a special snowflake.

Personality: Claire has always been socially awkward. She has her head in the clouds, and refuses to see reality if it doesn't align with her reality. Anyone who disagrees with her is wrong, but of course she can't say that out loud. So she'll write them off as close-minded, sexist, or too privileged -- even though she grew up in an upper-middle class White neighborhood and went to private school.

Being one who never made friends easily, Claire declared herself a loner and spent all her time growing up with kids who were just as awkward and lonely as she was. These were all kids who never fit in, whether because they had behavioral problems, or just weird fascinations with odd, creepy things. Because of this, Claire has picked up quite the ensemble of quirks, odd interests, and opinions. She thinks that is dark and off-kilter is the way to be, that normal people are boring and stupid and know nothing about the real world. Little does she realize, it is she who knows nothing about the real world.

Birthplace: Dairyfalls, Statesota, Muricafuckyeah

History: As mentioned, Claire grew up in an upper-middle class neighborhood in a Christian White family. Her mother was a teacher and her father, a businessman. She has no siblings. Naturally, this family situation managed to mess her up for life.

Also as mentioned, Claire hung out with the oddballs through her schooling. She never really stuck with one group of friends though, and floated around between groups. This is why she has always considered herself a loner. In elementary school, her best friend was fluent in sign language, and the two communicated through signs more than they did in spoken English. In middle school, her friends were punks and metalheads, and in high school, she hung out with emo anime geeks. She was never too smart though, and was honestly surprised she got into the University. Of course she won't admit that now that she's in, but her parents figure it was probably extracurriculars: she was fluent in sign language, played the ukulele, and took classes in fencing and parkour. Of course, she hasn't practiced any of these since starting college, since she is no longer friends with people who do. Instead, she spends all her time on Tumblr, reblogging memes and Dr Who quotes.

Abilities: She can mentally, emotionally, and eventually physically transform into a wolf. Well, by physical she means take on wolf-like characteristics, like eating steak rare and howling at the moon and stuff. She's a wolf spirit, trapped in a human body. Or at least, that's what she thinks she is.

Weaknesses: Mostly the fact that she isn't actually a wolf.

Other: Even though I will refer to her as Claire, she will probably ask you to refer to her as Luna. Only those who know her in real life would know her real name anyway.