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Well, if you're here it's most likely because you're interested in drawing my characters... or i'm commissioning you to do so. Either way, here you'll find details on well... hopefully pretty much everything you'd need to know on this motley crew.
Separated into sections, the first lot are my normal rp characters created either for use on the neopets forums or over at Twilight Clan.
Then we have characters created for DA projects/communities like Bridgeport.
The finally, the pirates.
The Girls:
Ariana Dubois (aka Aria):
Gender: Female
Race: Tiefling
Age: Mid 20’s
Height: 5’8”
Eyes: Bright blue
Hair: Fushia pink. Messy and worn in a high ponytail most often.
Skin: Dark dark brown.
Approximate ethnicity: African.
Face shape: Oval
Build: Slim and curvy. 34D bust.
Posture: She's got curves and she knows how to show them.
Distinctive features: Fangs, Slightly furred goat-like ears, Long hairless tail (think Gargoyle), Tiny crumpled useless bat wings, Feet more like paws.
Piercings: Left eyebrow (ring), nose (ring or stud), Ears (multiple)
Tattoos: Face = Spots and stripes (may be makeup). Spots on shoulders.
Clothing: Tight fitting, Feminine, often revealing but always tasteful. Velvets, silks, satins and other such rich fabrics are preferred.
Jewellery: Gold neck-rings that elongate her slender neck. Assorted gold bracelets and anklets depending on her mood.
Personality: Free and easy going, many would describe Aria as a bit of a slut. Oh that’s not to say she’s a cheap harlot, oh no. She just doesn’t see the point in being prudish. She enjoys sex and doesn’t hide the fact.
A member of the Society of Sensation, Aria believes in experiencing all that life has to give, it just so happens that pleasure and indulgence takes priority with her. Sumptuous fabrics, good food, fine wine etc are what Aria likes best. As a Bard she also appreciates musical talent and can often be seen listening to other talented entertainers with great enthusiasm and zeal.
Gender: Female
Race: Tiefling
Age: Mid 20’s
Height: 5’8”
Eyes: Bright blue
Hair: Fushia pink. Messy and worn in a high ponytail most often.
Skin: Dark dark brown.
Approximate ethnicity: African.
Face shape: Oval
Build: Slim and curvy. 34D bust.
Posture: She's got curves and she knows how to show them.
Distinctive features: Fangs, Slightly furred goat-like ears, Long hairless tail (think Gargoyle), Tiny crumpled useless bat wings, Feet more like paws.
Piercings: Left eyebrow (ring), nose (ring or stud), Ears (multiple)
Tattoos: Face = Spots and stripes (may be makeup). Spots on shoulders.
Clothing: Tight fitting, Feminine, often revealing but always tasteful. Velvets, silks, satins and other such rich fabrics are preferred.
Jewellery: Gold neck-rings that elongate her slender neck. Assorted gold bracelets and anklets depending on her mood.
Personality: Free and easy going, many would describe Aria as a bit of a slut. Oh that’s not to say she’s a cheap harlot, oh no. She just doesn’t see the point in being prudish. She enjoys sex and doesn’t hide the fact.
A member of the Society of Sensation, Aria believes in experiencing all that life has to give, it just so happens that pleasure and indulgence takes priority with her. Sumptuous fabrics, good food, fine wine etc are what Aria likes best. As a Bard she also appreciates musical talent and can often be seen listening to other talented entertainers with great enthusiasm and zeal.
Brenna Ellis
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Early 30’s
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Dark blue
Hair: Black, long, curly
Skin: Slightly pale
Face shape: Heart
Build: Petite but curvy. Likely carrying a little more weight than she should be (Uk sie 14)
Posture: Open, friendly
Distinctive features: Brenna often has black crow feathers tangled in her hair
Piercings: Ears, usually wears dangly earrings
Tattoos: None
Clothing: Tunic tops over boot cut jeans, long flowing skirts, gypsy style tops.
Jewellery: Several beaded necklaces
Personality: Good natured, matronly and kind hearted. Brenna tends to mother those she meets. She doesn’t mean it, that’s just how she is. Mature, sensible and difficult to phase, Brenna’s seen so much weird crap in her life that really, nothing is new or shocking anymore.
Luka Falk:
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 17
Height: 5’11”
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red, short and messily cut.
Skin: Olive (Mediterranean)
Approximate ethnicity: Nordic.
Face shape: Inverted triangle - [link]
Build: Boyish figure (small hips and next to no bust), broad shouldered, fit and well toned.
Posture: Military bearing.
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: Runic symbol on left shoulder, rank stripes over collarbones x2
Clothing: An understated business suit with plain tie or casual jeans, combat fatigues and vests. Always wears combat boots.
Jewellery: None aside from a set of dog tags.
Personality: Polite, stoical, well trained and very very loyal to her boss, Luka can be seen as rather repressed and emotionless, certainly she keeps herself in check. Luka has one passion in life, flying. Nothing gets her to come out of her shell better than to let her behind the controls of an aircraft, but even then, she doesn’t kid about. She seldom has time for jokes and seems to take herself rather seriously, least, most of the time. She enjoys sport, particularly those that require quick reflexes over brute strength, hikes and plays DDR regularly to de-stress. She knows her way around most firearms and spends a fair amount of her spare time either watching hockey games on tv or repairing gadgets.
Saira al-Nadir:
Gender: Female
Race: Human (mutant)
Nationality: Iranian/American
Age: 19
Height: 5'2"
Eyes: Acid green
Hair: Black, long and straight.
Skin: Coffee coloured
Face shape: Heart - [link]
Build: Slim and athletic
Posture: Confident, aware, almost militant
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos:N/A
Clothing: Saira dresses in boot cut jeans or smart trousers, seldom wearing a skirt purely because it interferes with mobility. If she does wear a skirt, it'll be long and loose. Saira can't stand constrictive clothing at all.
She tends to wear simple tunics, devoid of the embellishment and beading usually seen on such items and often reaching knee length in part thanks to her short stature. Long sleeved t-shirts are often worn underneath these tunics, regardless of the temperature.
She wears either a well-worn pair of sneakers, a pair of leather work boots or black leather sandals, depending on her mood and what she's doing that day.
In cooler weather she's seldom seen without a long trench coat, knee length and belted at the waist.
She wears no jewellery at all and no make-up aside from perhaps a little eye-liner at special occasions.
Saira always wears a black headscarf (Hijab) which covers her hair and throat.
Jewellery: None
Special ability: Technopathy. Saira can communicate and manipulate electronic devices with a simple touch and thought. This ability only effects electronic devices and she needs to be able to touch part of the device in order to interface with it, but it's a useful talent none the less.
Personality: Mature, caustic, cold and determined, Saira doesn't make friends easily, nor does she particularly want to. She's a survivor, and one doesn't survive this long without learning a thing or two about who you can trust (namely yourself and only yourself).
She regards most other living creatures with general disdain and fairly often, outright rudeness and hostility.
Saira is a self proclaimed pessimist, her general opinion of the world being that in the end, every single living person on the planet is only out for themselves so why bother pretending you aren't? She can't stand falsity and has little time for idle gossip.
She's decided that she prefers the company of machines to people, at least machines don't lie or cheat... or obsess over shoes.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Early 30’s
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Dark blue
Hair: Black, long, curly
Skin: Slightly pale
Face shape: Heart
Build: Petite but curvy. Likely carrying a little more weight than she should be (Uk sie 14)
Posture: Open, friendly
Distinctive features: Brenna often has black crow feathers tangled in her hair
Piercings: Ears, usually wears dangly earrings
Tattoos: None
Clothing: Tunic tops over boot cut jeans, long flowing skirts, gypsy style tops.
Jewellery: Several beaded necklaces
Personality: Good natured, matronly and kind hearted. Brenna tends to mother those she meets. She doesn’t mean it, that’s just how she is. Mature, sensible and difficult to phase, Brenna’s seen so much weird crap in her life that really, nothing is new or shocking anymore.
Luka Falk:
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 17
Height: 5’11”
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red, short and messily cut.
Skin: Olive (Mediterranean)
Approximate ethnicity: Nordic.
Face shape: Inverted triangle - [link]
Build: Boyish figure (small hips and next to no bust), broad shouldered, fit and well toned.
Posture: Military bearing.
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: Runic symbol on left shoulder, rank stripes over collarbones x2
Clothing: An understated business suit with plain tie or casual jeans, combat fatigues and vests. Always wears combat boots.
Jewellery: None aside from a set of dog tags.
Personality: Polite, stoical, well trained and very very loyal to her boss, Luka can be seen as rather repressed and emotionless, certainly she keeps herself in check. Luka has one passion in life, flying. Nothing gets her to come out of her shell better than to let her behind the controls of an aircraft, but even then, she doesn’t kid about. She seldom has time for jokes and seems to take herself rather seriously, least, most of the time. She enjoys sport, particularly those that require quick reflexes over brute strength, hikes and plays DDR regularly to de-stress. She knows her way around most firearms and spends a fair amount of her spare time either watching hockey games on tv or repairing gadgets.
Saira al-Nadir:
Gender: Female
Race: Human (mutant)
Nationality: Iranian/American
Age: 19
Height: 5'2"
Eyes: Acid green
Hair: Black, long and straight.
Skin: Coffee coloured
Face shape: Heart - [link]
Build: Slim and athletic
Posture: Confident, aware, almost militant
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos:N/A
Clothing: Saira dresses in boot cut jeans or smart trousers, seldom wearing a skirt purely because it interferes with mobility. If she does wear a skirt, it'll be long and loose. Saira can't stand constrictive clothing at all.
She tends to wear simple tunics, devoid of the embellishment and beading usually seen on such items and often reaching knee length in part thanks to her short stature. Long sleeved t-shirts are often worn underneath these tunics, regardless of the temperature.
She wears either a well-worn pair of sneakers, a pair of leather work boots or black leather sandals, depending on her mood and what she's doing that day.
In cooler weather she's seldom seen without a long trench coat, knee length and belted at the waist.
She wears no jewellery at all and no make-up aside from perhaps a little eye-liner at special occasions.
Saira always wears a black headscarf (Hijab) which covers her hair and throat.
Jewellery: None
Special ability: Technopathy. Saira can communicate and manipulate electronic devices with a simple touch and thought. This ability only effects electronic devices and she needs to be able to touch part of the device in order to interface with it, but it's a useful talent none the less.
Personality: Mature, caustic, cold and determined, Saira doesn't make friends easily, nor does she particularly want to. She's a survivor, and one doesn't survive this long without learning a thing or two about who you can trust (namely yourself and only yourself).
She regards most other living creatures with general disdain and fairly often, outright rudeness and hostility.
Saira is a self proclaimed pessimist, her general opinion of the world being that in the end, every single living person on the planet is only out for themselves so why bother pretending you aren't? She can't stand falsity and has little time for idle gossip.
She's decided that she prefers the company of machines to people, at least machines don't lie or cheat... or obsess over shoes.
Tiffany Diamond
Gender: Female
Race: Human (Revenant)
Age: 18
Height: 5’5”
Eyes: Washed out, blank, dead looking
Hair: Black and purple dread falls
Skin: Bluish grey
Approximate ethnicity:
Face shape: Heart
Build: Athletic
Posture: Self assured, though slightly stiff
Distinctive features: Tiffany’s head has an unpleasent habit of lolling to one side, a side effect of the broken neck that killed her. She moves slowly, stiffly and jerkily, speaks in a laboured, slow manner and shuffles rather than walks. How much of this is put on is anyone’s guess.
Piercings: Nose, Bridge, left eyebrow, Labret, ears
Tattoos: None
Clothing: Cybergoth or raver gear. Tiffany tends toward short skirts, tight fitting tops and eye gouging colours. She’s also rather partial to massive boots.
Jewellery: If it’s brightly coloured, beaded and or tacky, she wants it.
Personality: Surprisingly well adjusted for an undead being, Tiffany’s retained her human personality completely. Slightly bratty and with a wicked sense of humour, Tiffany really does get a kick out of screwing with people. She does things simply because she’s told she “can’t”, never takes no for an answer and always seems to have some smart ass comment to make. She’s a nice girl, if you can just get past that blunt, rather contrary attitude.
Gender: Female
Race: Human (Revenant)
Age: 18
Height: 5’5”
Eyes: Washed out, blank, dead looking
Hair: Black and purple dread falls
Skin: Bluish grey
Approximate ethnicity:
Face shape: Heart
Build: Athletic
Posture: Self assured, though slightly stiff
Distinctive features: Tiffany’s head has an unpleasent habit of lolling to one side, a side effect of the broken neck that killed her. She moves slowly, stiffly and jerkily, speaks in a laboured, slow manner and shuffles rather than walks. How much of this is put on is anyone’s guess.
Piercings: Nose, Bridge, left eyebrow, Labret, ears
Tattoos: None
Clothing: Cybergoth or raver gear. Tiffany tends toward short skirts, tight fitting tops and eye gouging colours. She’s also rather partial to massive boots.
Jewellery: If it’s brightly coloured, beaded and or tacky, she wants it.
Personality: Surprisingly well adjusted for an undead being, Tiffany’s retained her human personality completely. Slightly bratty and with a wicked sense of humour, Tiffany really does get a kick out of screwing with people. She does things simply because she’s told she “can’t”, never takes no for an answer and always seems to have some smart ass comment to make. She’s a nice girl, if you can just get past that blunt, rather contrary attitude.
The Unknown:
11.01.33 Calgary Rigger HMCS St. Laurent Montreal
Gender: Unknown
Race: Gargoyle
Age: 27 (around 13 or 14 in human terms)
Height: 4’11”
Eyes: Greenish yellow
Hair: Brown, wild and shaggy, part of it tied into two long plaits at the back.
Skin: Dark terracotta orange
Approximate ethnicity: Canadian
Face shape: Heart
Build: Slender, athletic
Posture: Slightly introverted
Distinctive features: Xe has six short horns that form a brow ridge, three tiny ridges running up the bridge of Xyr nose and forehead.
Xyr wings are unusual, having the typical bat-like limb with three fingered claws, but unlike most normal gargoyles, they’re feathered and fairly small. Certainly xyr wings are too small to be much use when it comes to gliding, xe resorts more to controlled leaps and bounds.
Xyr tail is long and ridged with the same red, orange, yellow and brown feathers, forming a large plume at the tip.
Xe only has 4 fingers on each hand, the fingers abnormally elongated.
Piercings: None
Tattoos: A vertical line beneath each eye
Clothing: El tends to dress in rather boyish clothing. Xyr attire is old fashioned, reminiscent of what you’d expect a young boy from the early 20th century to wear. Xe wears fingerless gloves and leather foot cuffs/garg boots.
Jewellery: A long red beaded necklace, worn wrapped twice around xyr neck.
Personality: Curious and mature for xyr age, El seems to have adjusted to the idea of the 21st century fairly quickly. Xyr emotions and feelings are difficult to read, at times seeming to be sad, lonely and lost and the next moment, relieved.
Benjamin Forester:
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Vampire)
Nationality: American
Age at embrace: 18
Height: 6’1”
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Short, shaggy, sandy brown/blond.
Skin: Slightly tanned
Features: Square jawed, masculine
Build: Broad shouldered and muscular
Posture Confident, casual
Distinctive features: Fangs, though he’s adapted the way he speaks and lowers he head as he does so… which mostly conceals them.
Other: N/A
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: N/A
Clothing: Baggy jeans, cargo shorts, t-shirts and with loose unbuttoned shirts over the top or a baggy hockey jersey. If it's cold he'll wear a hoodie, possibly a scarf and thick wool lined army surplus coat if the weather commands it. He always wears sneakers or skate shoes. When hunting, he wears gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints. During the day he tends to wear sunglasses outdoors.
Jewellery: None
Personality:
Ben lacks empathy, unable to really care about anyone but himself. He does however, understand what's expected of him. He mimics, adapts, acts a part, all in an attempt to conceal his true intent.
To most, he seems friendly, helpful and good-natured, always there to listen should the need arise. People fascinate him, mostly because he doesn't fully comprehend them. He has a habit of asking a few too many questions, always far far too eager to know all there is to know about a person. He flits from one query to the next with apparently little regard for the answer, often responding in an inappropriate manner. Bad news is seldom met with any real sympathy, good news with apparent disinterest.
While Ben is eager to get people to talk, he seldom divulges any personal information, often simply diverting the subject if directly asked.
His temper is short, at times violent. A lot of this aggression is saved for hockey matches, where it isn't an uncommon sight for Ben to start a fight on the ice over something rather trivial. Despite his short fuse, he's talented enough to get away with a stern warning and his actions are chalked up to adolescence. He's yet to cause any real damage, though it's only a matter of time.
Ben has a need to control, to dominate people and situations. It's the loss of this control that triggers most of his outbursts. He manipulates, he lies, he messes with people's heads. He wont tolerate being outsmarted and can at times have terrible trouble hiding this fact.
Ben has a morbid sense of humour and a dark fascination with the macabre. Most simply assume he watches too many horror films. However horror was never Ben's main focus, he's far more likely to be seen watching documentaries or news feeds. Anchored to reality, despite his "affliction", Ben has little time for flights of fancy. Highly logical, methodical and at times overly serious, Ben, despite his cheerful mask, has a twisted mind. Certainly he's imaginative, creative even, but his creativity is focused into the physical. While others paint or write, Ben spends his time concocting alibis, constructing the perfect murder, concealing his dark motives with a mask of deception and subterfuge.
Gender: Unknown
Race: Gargoyle
Age: 27 (around 13 or 14 in human terms)
Height: 4’11”
Eyes: Greenish yellow
Hair: Brown, wild and shaggy, part of it tied into two long plaits at the back.
Skin: Dark terracotta orange
Approximate ethnicity: Canadian
Face shape: Heart
Build: Slender, athletic
Posture: Slightly introverted
Distinctive features: Xe has six short horns that form a brow ridge, three tiny ridges running up the bridge of Xyr nose and forehead.
Xyr wings are unusual, having the typical bat-like limb with three fingered claws, but unlike most normal gargoyles, they’re feathered and fairly small. Certainly xyr wings are too small to be much use when it comes to gliding, xe resorts more to controlled leaps and bounds.
Xyr tail is long and ridged with the same red, orange, yellow and brown feathers, forming a large plume at the tip.
Xe only has 4 fingers on each hand, the fingers abnormally elongated.
Piercings: None
Tattoos: A vertical line beneath each eye
Clothing: El tends to dress in rather boyish clothing. Xyr attire is old fashioned, reminiscent of what you’d expect a young boy from the early 20th century to wear. Xe wears fingerless gloves and leather foot cuffs/garg boots.
Jewellery: A long red beaded necklace, worn wrapped twice around xyr neck.
Personality: Curious and mature for xyr age, El seems to have adjusted to the idea of the 21st century fairly quickly. Xyr emotions and feelings are difficult to read, at times seeming to be sad, lonely and lost and the next moment, relieved.
The Boys:
Arvel Gorsedd:
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Zombie)
Nationality: Welsh
Age: 23 at time of death
Height: 5’10”
Eyes: His eyes were gouged out before he died, leaving only empty bloody sockets.
Hair: Blond. Shoulder length, wavy, messy and matted with dirt and blood. Almost always in his face.
Skin: Pale, corpse-like. Stitched up in several places.
Features: Square jawed, masculine
Build: Slender and emaciated but it’s still obvious that he was rather well built in life.
Posture: Stiff and slightly stooped from a life of hard labour.
Distinctive features: A gaping head wound caused by a shotgun to the head, most of the back of his skull has been blown out, entry wound is just behind his left temple. Wrists show deep rope burns.
Other: Never seen without a crow named Nerys.
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: N/A
Clothing: Tattered jeans and a sleeveless coat. Thick work gloves. Shovel strapped to back. Steel capped work boots. All his clothes are smeared with dirt and blood.
Jewellery: None
Personality: Gentle and kind hearted, Arvel is however bound by his duty. His vow to protect his master does mean he often needs to use force and violence. Much as he’s loathe to hurt anyone, sometimes it can’t be avoided. He’s always apologetic and tries his best to ensure he does no real permanent damage. Arvel values life above all else, murder and the such upset him greatly as does any sort of prejudice (be it racial, sexual or religious). Aware of how horrible he is to behold, Arvel tends to hide his face from people.
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Zombie)
Nationality: Welsh
Age: 23 at time of death
Height: 5’10”
Eyes: His eyes were gouged out before he died, leaving only empty bloody sockets.
Hair: Blond. Shoulder length, wavy, messy and matted with dirt and blood. Almost always in his face.
Skin: Pale, corpse-like. Stitched up in several places.
Features: Square jawed, masculine
Build: Slender and emaciated but it’s still obvious that he was rather well built in life.
Posture: Stiff and slightly stooped from a life of hard labour.
Distinctive features: A gaping head wound caused by a shotgun to the head, most of the back of his skull has been blown out, entry wound is just behind his left temple. Wrists show deep rope burns.
Other: Never seen without a crow named Nerys.
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: N/A
Clothing: Tattered jeans and a sleeveless coat. Thick work gloves. Shovel strapped to back. Steel capped work boots. All his clothes are smeared with dirt and blood.
Jewellery: None
Personality: Gentle and kind hearted, Arvel is however bound by his duty. His vow to protect his master does mean he often needs to use force and violence. Much as he’s loathe to hurt anyone, sometimes it can’t be avoided. He’s always apologetic and tries his best to ensure he does no real permanent damage. Arvel values life above all else, murder and the such upset him greatly as does any sort of prejudice (be it racial, sexual or religious). Aware of how horrible he is to behold, Arvel tends to hide his face from people.
Benjamin Forester:
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Vampire)
Nationality: American
Age at embrace: 18
Height: 6’1”
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Short, shaggy, sandy brown/blond.
Skin: Slightly tanned
Features: Square jawed, masculine
Build: Broad shouldered and muscular
Posture Confident, casual
Distinctive features: Fangs, though he’s adapted the way he speaks and lowers he head as he does so… which mostly conceals them.
Other: N/A
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: N/A
Clothing: Baggy jeans, cargo shorts, t-shirts and with loose unbuttoned shirts over the top or a baggy hockey jersey. If it's cold he'll wear a hoodie, possibly a scarf and thick wool lined army surplus coat if the weather commands it. He always wears sneakers or skate shoes. When hunting, he wears gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints. During the day he tends to wear sunglasses outdoors.
Jewellery: None
Personality:
Ben lacks empathy, unable to really care about anyone but himself. He does however, understand what's expected of him. He mimics, adapts, acts a part, all in an attempt to conceal his true intent.
To most, he seems friendly, helpful and good-natured, always there to listen should the need arise. People fascinate him, mostly because he doesn't fully comprehend them. He has a habit of asking a few too many questions, always far far too eager to know all there is to know about a person. He flits from one query to the next with apparently little regard for the answer, often responding in an inappropriate manner. Bad news is seldom met with any real sympathy, good news with apparent disinterest.
While Ben is eager to get people to talk, he seldom divulges any personal information, often simply diverting the subject if directly asked.
His temper is short, at times violent. A lot of this aggression is saved for hockey matches, where it isn't an uncommon sight for Ben to start a fight on the ice over something rather trivial. Despite his short fuse, he's talented enough to get away with a stern warning and his actions are chalked up to adolescence. He's yet to cause any real damage, though it's only a matter of time.
Ben has a need to control, to dominate people and situations. It's the loss of this control that triggers most of his outbursts. He manipulates, he lies, he messes with people's heads. He wont tolerate being outsmarted and can at times have terrible trouble hiding this fact.
Ben has a morbid sense of humour and a dark fascination with the macabre. Most simply assume he watches too many horror films. However horror was never Ben's main focus, he's far more likely to be seen watching documentaries or news feeds. Anchored to reality, despite his "affliction", Ben has little time for flights of fancy. Highly logical, methodical and at times overly serious, Ben, despite his cheerful mask, has a twisted mind. Certainly he's imaginative, creative even, but his creativity is focused into the physical. While others paint or write, Ben spends his time concocting alibis, constructing the perfect murder, concealing his dark motives with a mask of deception and subterfuge.
Edward Lyall (Eddie)
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf (Cursed)
Age: Late 30’s
Height: 6’5”
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Brown, scruffy and in need of a trim/comb and greying at the temples
Skin: Tanned
Face shape: Squared, masculine. His nose is crooked.
Build: Hulking and intimidating. Eddie is, put simply, just plain huge
Posture: Slouched, casual
Distinctive features: Eddie’s prematurely lined face shows signs of a life led with more than a fair share of fights. A long jagged scar runs across the right side of his face, from temple to cheek. Various nicks and cuts cover his arms and torso. The scar left from a gunshot wound is visible near his left shoulder, a stab wound at his lower back.
His hands and feet are ever so slightly webbed, though it's something that few notice unless they're looking for it.
Piercings: None
Tattoos: Celtic cross on his right shoulder
Clothing: Eddie dresses scruffily, his battered old suit never ironed or pressed. His clients are lucky to see him in a tie to be honest. He seldom wears shoes (they cause complications when shifting) and is often seen in a pair of Aviator sunglasses which conceal the heavy bags under his wolfish eyes.
Of course Eddie owns a Trench coat, it's standard PI issue after all. It's old, battered and dark brown in colour
Jewellery: A simple silver (yes silver) crucifix. Eddie has no particular faith but you never know what you may encounter out in the night
Personality: Streetwise, smart talking and world weary, Eddie carries a lot of weight on his broad shoulders but does so with a sly grin and a fair amount of snide remarks. He has a quick tongue and a vicious sense of humour that he's told "verges on the psychopathic". He enjoys messing with people and loves little more than provoking those stupid enough to start anything with him. That's not to say he always starts a fight though, Eddie's smart enough to know when and where to pick his battles. Bar brawls are one thing but getting on the wrong side of the supernatural of the city is a sure-fire way to get yourself killed… and quick. Frankly, Eddie rather likes living and his sense of self-preservation encourages him to keep his nose out of other people's business unless he's getting paid. He leaves the other supernatural beings to their own devices under the understanding that they'll leave him alone in turn. So far, it's worked out pretty well for everyone.
That's not to say he doesn't have contacts, friends even. You don't get into this line of work without gaining a few allies along the way. Eddie is fiercely loyal, protective even of those he perceives to need protecting. Even those who can defend themselves can rest assured, if the need arises, he will stand beside them… Though he's likely to complain about it.
Eddie's a good actor, in fact, there are those who suspect his usual demeanour is just another act, put on because it's what's expected.
Get a few drinks into him, and Eddie's bizzare sense of humour kicks into overdrive. He'll happily chat up young men, doing his best to set them on edge. He seems to have a knack of picking the "wrong" guy every time. Whether it's intentional or not is anyone's guess but given Eddie's contrary attitude, it's likely he finds riling up people's prejudices a good game.
A night owl, Eddie doesn't DO mornings. His working day starts at noon, no ifs or buts. Sometimes being self employed has it's perks.
Eddie drinks too much, smokes too much and works too hard. Still, a guy has to make a living right?
Éliás Veres:
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Hungarian (Born and raised in New York City)
Age: Early 20s
Height: 5’11”
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Dark brown, dyed black. Shoulder length, thin and lifeless.
Skin: Caucasian, slightly ashen.
Features: Gaunt, long, drawn.
Build: Tall, thin and lanky.
Posture: Slouching
Piercings: Lip ring, 2x left eyebrow, 2x left upper ear, nose.
Tattoos: N/A but sometimes wears black eyeliner.
Clothing: A strange mix of Goth, Emo and Geek. Usually mostly black with some science joke or slogan on his t-shirt (like the things you get from ThinkGeek).
Jewelery: A large silver Ankh pendent and a small vial of red liquid worn on a string around his neck. Also has a rather strange pocket watch.
Distinctive features: Sometimes wears thick black rimmed glasses… though mostly just for reading and working at a computer.
Elias has a hooked nose which he's told makes him look like Alan Rickman (Or Snape), he can't see it himself.
Personality: Highly intelligent but terrible at social interaction, Éliás seems to be completely incapable of holding a conversation with someone without fidgeting nervously. Éliás tends to find himself pretty much ignored despite his efforts to fit in and find a place in the world (Of course, with reality itself now against him he stands no chance of ever fitting in).
He chain smokes, watches far far too many horror films and often has his nose in a book.
When he's uncomfortable (which is often) he has a tendency to play with his hair. He doesn't make eye contact with people, constantly averting his gaze. When annoyed or stressed he starts muttering in Hungarian, usually swearing. More recently, desperate for human contact, Éliás has begun following people and talking AT them, secure in the knowledge they can't see him, let alone hear him. Of course, that doesn't mean he's any less nervous and awkward around those who CAN see him.
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf (Cursed)
Age: Late 30’s
Height: 6’5”
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Brown, scruffy and in need of a trim/comb and greying at the temples
Skin: Tanned
Face shape: Squared, masculine. His nose is crooked.
Build: Hulking and intimidating. Eddie is, put simply, just plain huge
Posture: Slouched, casual
Distinctive features: Eddie’s prematurely lined face shows signs of a life led with more than a fair share of fights. A long jagged scar runs across the right side of his face, from temple to cheek. Various nicks and cuts cover his arms and torso. The scar left from a gunshot wound is visible near his left shoulder, a stab wound at his lower back.
His hands and feet are ever so slightly webbed, though it's something that few notice unless they're looking for it.
Piercings: None
Tattoos: Celtic cross on his right shoulder
Clothing: Eddie dresses scruffily, his battered old suit never ironed or pressed. His clients are lucky to see him in a tie to be honest. He seldom wears shoes (they cause complications when shifting) and is often seen in a pair of Aviator sunglasses which conceal the heavy bags under his wolfish eyes.
Of course Eddie owns a Trench coat, it's standard PI issue after all. It's old, battered and dark brown in colour
Jewellery: A simple silver (yes silver) crucifix. Eddie has no particular faith but you never know what you may encounter out in the night
Personality: Streetwise, smart talking and world weary, Eddie carries a lot of weight on his broad shoulders but does so with a sly grin and a fair amount of snide remarks. He has a quick tongue and a vicious sense of humour that he's told "verges on the psychopathic". He enjoys messing with people and loves little more than provoking those stupid enough to start anything with him. That's not to say he always starts a fight though, Eddie's smart enough to know when and where to pick his battles. Bar brawls are one thing but getting on the wrong side of the supernatural of the city is a sure-fire way to get yourself killed… and quick. Frankly, Eddie rather likes living and his sense of self-preservation encourages him to keep his nose out of other people's business unless he's getting paid. He leaves the other supernatural beings to their own devices under the understanding that they'll leave him alone in turn. So far, it's worked out pretty well for everyone.
That's not to say he doesn't have contacts, friends even. You don't get into this line of work without gaining a few allies along the way. Eddie is fiercely loyal, protective even of those he perceives to need protecting. Even those who can defend themselves can rest assured, if the need arises, he will stand beside them… Though he's likely to complain about it.
Eddie's a good actor, in fact, there are those who suspect his usual demeanour is just another act, put on because it's what's expected.
Get a few drinks into him, and Eddie's bizzare sense of humour kicks into overdrive. He'll happily chat up young men, doing his best to set them on edge. He seems to have a knack of picking the "wrong" guy every time. Whether it's intentional or not is anyone's guess but given Eddie's contrary attitude, it's likely he finds riling up people's prejudices a good game.
A night owl, Eddie doesn't DO mornings. His working day starts at noon, no ifs or buts. Sometimes being self employed has it's perks.
Eddie drinks too much, smokes too much and works too hard. Still, a guy has to make a living right?
Éliás Veres:
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Hungarian (Born and raised in New York City)
Age: Early 20s
Height: 5’11”
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Dark brown, dyed black. Shoulder length, thin and lifeless.
Skin: Caucasian, slightly ashen.
Features: Gaunt, long, drawn.
Build: Tall, thin and lanky.
Posture: Slouching
Piercings: Lip ring, 2x left eyebrow, 2x left upper ear, nose.
Tattoos: N/A but sometimes wears black eyeliner.
Clothing: A strange mix of Goth, Emo and Geek. Usually mostly black with some science joke or slogan on his t-shirt (like the things you get from ThinkGeek).
Jewelery: A large silver Ankh pendent and a small vial of red liquid worn on a string around his neck. Also has a rather strange pocket watch.
Distinctive features: Sometimes wears thick black rimmed glasses… though mostly just for reading and working at a computer.
Elias has a hooked nose which he's told makes him look like Alan Rickman (Or Snape), he can't see it himself.
Personality: Highly intelligent but terrible at social interaction, Éliás seems to be completely incapable of holding a conversation with someone without fidgeting nervously. Éliás tends to find himself pretty much ignored despite his efforts to fit in and find a place in the world (Of course, with reality itself now against him he stands no chance of ever fitting in).
He chain smokes, watches far far too many horror films and often has his nose in a book.
When he's uncomfortable (which is often) he has a tendency to play with his hair. He doesn't make eye contact with people, constantly averting his gaze. When annoyed or stressed he starts muttering in Hungarian, usually swearing. More recently, desperate for human contact, Éliás has begun following people and talking AT them, secure in the knowledge they can't see him, let alone hear him. Of course, that doesn't mean he's any less nervous and awkward around those who CAN see him.
Gwynedd Thomas
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5’8”
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Auburn, long and slightly wavy. Often tied into bunches or braided
Skin: Slightly tanned
Face shape: Almost heart shaped, features fairly boyish. Sharp, slightly hooked nose.
Build: Slim, slender, fairly average
Posture: Extroverted, casual, easy going and friendly
Distinctive features: Oval rimmed glasses that don’t quite suit him.
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None
Clothing: Gwyn tends to dress in tatty jeans and t-shirts with heavy steel capped work boots, mostly because he's usually working on some piece of art. When he actually has a reason to make an effort he does own several unstained tees over which he'll throw a plaid shirt or an army jacket. He might even comb his hair.
Jewellery: A small simple silver cross pendent
Personality: Extroverted, enthusiastic and happy go lucky, Gwyn gives off the impression that he's one of those utterly unflappable optimistic sorts. Of course, this isn't entirely true. While he loves to joke around and rather enjoys the attention his behaviour and attire attract, he is well aware of when to tone things down.
Around his family he's fairly quiet, polite and over cautious about everything he says and does. He's paranoid, knowing that there are aspects of his life that they simply wouldn't understand or approve of. He takes his father and brother's jokes, barely even acknowledging them. He's become so used to their attitude that it's like water off a duck's back. He learnt long ago not to let it get to him and certainly not to retaliate.
Years of being at the brunt of his families jokes and jibes, Gwyn's become reluctant to stand up for himself. It simply isn't worth the stress and heartache, he may as well simply ignore the insults and comments others fling at him.
Amongst friends he's cheerful and loud, the life of the party. Though a lot of this is forced because it's what people expect now. He's one of those people cursed by his own private nature. He bottles his feeling inside, hides what's on his mind with well-practised skill. It's not that he doesn't feel he has people to confide in, he just doesn't like talking about his problems. He'd rather pretend they didn't exist and that means playing the fool. It's a mantle he's brought upon himself and he doesn't really mind too much. He's a drama queen after all and if he's joking about people are less likely to ask what's wrong.
Underneath all this mirth and cheer, Gwyn is a deeply sensitive young man. He dearly cares about other people and desperately wants to be accepted. He may act like he doesn't worry about what people think of him, but no one is truly that carefree. He has self-doubt just like everyone else and puts his foot in his mouth on countless occasions. If anything, Gwyn tends to be slightly suspicious of other's motives, though he tries not to let it consume him, being well aware that it's unfounded and crazy. Still, there are times when he wonders if people truly like him or simply tolerate him to be polite.
Gwyn's become one of those people you either really like for their exuberance or find just plain exhausting.
Hytar-Jal’t:
Gender: Male
Race: Half-fiend
Age: ??? Appears to be somewhere in his mid to late 30's
Height: 5’11”
Eyes: Golden with slitted pupils. Right eye clouded over (blinded), scar runs down his cheek.
Hair: Dark brown, long and usually tied back.
Skin: Golden tan.
Features: Slightly sharp, attractive, masculine.
Build: Slightly muscular, much like a gymnast or swimmer.
Posture: Casual, Self-assured. Knows he’s in control.
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: Horizontal stripe across the bridge of his nose.
Clothing: Traditional medieval traveling garb with hooded cloak (never with the hood up though) and fingerless gloves. Dull natural tones. Always wears a pair of shackles, the chain broken, as a symbol of his indefinite freedom.
Jewelery: None
Distinctive features: Tiny scales freckle his face and body, especially around his eyes and cheek bones where they become much more noticeable. Fangs, long pointed ears and clawed hands.
Personality: Hytar has a habit of speaking in half truths, he enjoys messing with people but stupidity irritates him no end. He does not tolerate fools lightly. Seldom moved to violence, Hytar much prefers to talk his way out of things, though don't be fooled… he knows how to use that sword of his. Hytar lives for loopholes and double meanings, especially delighting in subterfuge and betrayal. However, one thing he cannot abide is servitude, his own years of slavery have left a lasting impression it seems and when confronted with one in a similar predicament he can almost be… compassionate.
Hytar's intolerance for what he considers stupidity can come across as arrogance. Certainly he regards himself as above most people and unless he's on a mission, he has little reason to disguise that fact. He asks pointed questions, subtly and carefully worded and enjoys playing mind games with people.
Ix:
Gender: Male
Race: Gargoyle
Nationality: Guatemalan
Age: ~50 (mid 20’s in human terms)
Height: 6’7”
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Mossy green, deadlocked. Small goatee.
Skin: Mahogany
Features: Squared, strong.
Build: Well built, strong but slim.
Posture: Tense, prepared, protective.
Piercings: Ears pierced. Earrings with large golden disks and two more hoops per ear.
Tattoos: Swirling pattern over cheeks.
Clothing: Mayan inspired skirt and such. Hand woven and dyed bright but usually natural tones.
Jewellery: Many gold bracelets, anklets, a large gold disk pendent.
Distinctive features: Unlike a lot of gargoyles, Ix appears rather feral and animalistic. Resembling a gargoyle beast or canine more than a humanoid gargoyle, at least in the face. Long pointed ears, a prominent snout and two sets of short horns at his temples. His wings are a strange mix between bat and bird, structured like oversized feathered batwings. Ix cannot cape his wings like other gargoyles. Ix’s tail has a ridge of green feathers and ends in a small plume.
Personality: Polite, noble and a born hero, Ix is however rather naive. He deeply believes in the goodness of others and will always rush to the aid of those who need it. Raised a hunter, Ix is good at tracking and bringing down game, he also prefers the outdoors not only because it’s what he’s used to but also because his wings make it awkward in confined spaces.
Jarral Dekar:
Gender: Male
Race: Kevali
Age: Around 17
Height: 5’5”
Eyes: Pale violet. Almost grey in fact, as if the colour has been drained out of them.
Hair: Black with red streaks. Waist length and worn in a tight braid.
Skin: Pale
Features: Androgynous, Youthful. He has a straight slightly sharp nose
Build: Slender, frail and delicate.
Posture: Slouched. Looks constantly like he’s about to be hit.
Piercings: Ears pierced several times with various hooks and decorations.
Tattoos: Tattoos of the scribe, what looks like ornate script that runs down the right side of his face and down one arm. Symbol of the outcast branded into the back of his left hand.
Clothing: simple shirts and combats in greys and blacks. Sturdy practical boots and long sleeved shirts that conceal his horribly scarred arms. More recently, he's adopted robes constructed of pure living shadow that write and twist around him, of course, this is worn over his usual clothing.
Jewelery: Small silver disk pendent engraved with the symbol of the empath/seer.
Distinctive features: 5-6 inch slightly tapered horns, Long ears that taper into two points, Elongated Eye teeth and canines, slightly jutting upper jaw to accommodate the elongated teeth. Heavily slanted eyes, Knee and Elbow spines. Wrists are terribly scarred and cut up, quite often his arms are bandaged up. Faded burn scar on his left cheek that looks almost like claw or finger marks.
Other: Elemental = Air
Personality: Untrusting, paranoid, wary and unfriendly. Jarral dislikes people and trusts very few. He won’t touch people and jerks away whenever anyone gets too close. Thankfully ( though it depends on your viewpoint) Jarral's assention to proxy status has given him some confidence, now the shadows themselves will defend him which has allowed the broken bitter young man the chance to "right some past wrongs". Despite his frail appearence, Jarral is a dangerous enemy to make. He doesn't forgive easy, or at all really to be honest.
Jason Carter:
Gender: Male
Race: Human Mutant
Nationality: American (Born and raised in Detroit)
Age: 26
Height: 5’10”
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Green, blue and black synthetic dreadlocks. Black short goatee.
Skin: Caucasian.
Approximate ethnicity: American/Greek
Features: Square jawed, straight nose.
Build: Slim but muscular.
Posture: Slightly slouched
Piercings: Eyebrow, lip ring, Flesh tunnels in both ears (8mm)
Tattoos: N/A
Clothing: Standard raver fare. Bright colours, baggy trousers, jelly bracelets and GLOWSTICKS!!
Jewellery: Jelly bracelets (Blue, green, black)
Distinctive features: Jason has a musical aura, a constant beat that follows him. It sounds as though he’s got a pair of headphones on too loud. This musical Aura is what he uses to manipulate emotions, there’s a reason no one uses drugs at one of his raves, they simply don’t need to in order to get high.
Other: Forever followed by his clone, his exact duplicate down to the smallest detail.
Personality: Jason likes to think he's got a strong moral compass, that other people actually do matter.
Certainly his powers make it difficult for him to know if people truly like him and trust him, or are just reacting to the subconscious aspect of his ability. As a result, he's reluctant to take advantage, slow to trust but ever willing to help people he thinks actually need helping. He's the sort of person who gives money to charity when confronted with an aid worker, and someone who can't quite bear to wash spiders down plug holes. Sadly, his inherent desire to help people leads him into situations where he's simply used and manipulated. Surprisingly, despite his inherent talent for effecting the emotions of others, Jason's incredibly susceptible to his own good nature being exploited.
Jason's adamant that everyone is entitled to basic human rights, he only wishes things hadn't got so out of hand. The war was a mistake, things should never have come to this. Where once he was vocal about these beliefs, fought hard for equality, now it's almost as if the fight's gone out of him. Once a mighty roar is now a whimper, the fury of his convictions as dead as his comrades in arms. He wont abandon his beliefs, he just realises that there's a better way to make a point than outright violence.
In the current climate of fear, there's no room for mistakes, so Jason tends to be a little wary of people, especially the police. He can come across as paranoid, secretive even, but that's the point, one can never be too careful these days.
He wont reveal his talents to just anyone, he's seen first-hand what can happen if you don't keep your secret safe, and his fear of what others would think always lead him to conceal his abilities, even before the fighting broke out.
He can't take the same risks he once did, not any more. Nowadays, he simply throws himself fully into surviving this conflict. Sure it's cowardly to run and hide, but he can't stand to see any more people die because of him. He's tried fighting and it got him nowhere, now all he wants is to salvage what little remains of the life he once led. He'd give anything to have things go back to how they were, but he knows it's a fool's dream.
He seems almost perpetually tired, tired of running, tired of hiding and tired of yearning for the normal life he was so cruelly cheated out of. All Jason really wants now is to live, to survive, even if that means spending the rest of his life in hiding.
"Copy":
(See Jason for reference image)
Gender: Male
Race: Human Mutant (clone)
Nationality: American
Age: Around 5 or 6, looks 26
Height: 5’10”
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Green, blue and black synthetic dreadlocks. Black short goatee.
Skin: Caucasian.
Approximate ethnicity: American/Greek
Features: Square jawed.
Build: Slim but muscular.
Posture: Hunched, introverted.
Piercings: Eyebrow, lip ring, Flesh tunnels in both ears (8mm)
Tattoos: N/A
Clothing: Standard raver fare. Bright colours, baggy trousers, jelly bracelets and GLOWSTICKS!!
Jewellery: Jelly bracelets (Blue, green, black)
Distinctive features: Like Jason, Copy has a musical aura, a constant beat that follows him. It sounds as though he’s got a pair of headphones on too loud. This musical Aura is what he uses to manipulate emotions.
Personality: Lacking the confidence of the original, Copy tends to give off the impression that he's a little lost. He follows Jason like some sort of faithful pet, devoted to the man not only for treating him as an equal, but for what he represents, the potential of what he himself could become had his life been different. Quiet, reserved and slightly apathetic toward most people, Copy doesn't have very good social skills, a side effect of his upbringing no doubt. He has trouble communicating his opinion on things, trusts Jason implicitly and seems to have problems functioning on his own. Constantly looking to Jason for guidance, Copy is a tragic shell of a man, an incomplete being that has no capacity for individuality.
Kamal Amakiin:
Gender: Male
Race: “Half-elf” Tiefling
Age: 24
Height: 5’8
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Red, messy and cut to various lengths. Braided in parts.
Skin: Rich tan.
Features: Sharp, Elf-like.
Build: Slender.
Posture: Twitchy.
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: Stripes across his cheeks that run over his chest and onto his shoulders.
Clothing: Reds and oranges. Robes, a tattered cloak, brown pants and sturdy boots.
Jewellery: A small golden locket.
Distinctive features: 6 fingers on each hand. Pointed elf-like ears.
Other: Kamal’s weapon of choice is a flaming mace though he also wields a crossbow and a short sword bearing the Doomguard crest.
Personality: Quiet, sullen, brooding and determined. Kamal likes fire and has a rather nasty temper at times. His penchant for destruction inevitably led him to join the Doomguard where he relishes in the decay and ruin as entropy seeps into everything. Of course, even entropy sometimes needs a little help, and Kamal can often be seen about the place planting razorvine or prying bricks loose. Of course, he isn't evil as such, just a little well… mad. A little uncertain of himself and slightly unsure of his place in the world he seems to have a permanent chip on his shoulder. He can be very rude and abrupt and takes offense easily. He desperately wants to belong and prove his worth, but unfortunately he's often left feeling rather inadequate. This inadequacy can come off as moodiness and a fair few see him as a rather surly individual.
Twitchy and with rather poor self control, Kamal constantly seems to be distracted by something. He does however become fixated with entropy in action, spending hours sifting through wreckage or watching something slowly decay. Uncouth and a bit of a slob, Kamal is the sort of person who puts his feet on tables, drinks out of the carton then puts it back in the fridge and isn't fussy about what he eats, even if that means week old pizza that he found behind the sofa. His fascination with decay and ruin is only matched by his love of fire, though he doesn't often indulge in large acts of arson, he can't help but feel compelled to set alight to flammable items and watch the flames engulf them.
Kaylr Freidmann:
Gender: Male
Race: Half-fiend
Age: Appears around 13 or 14
Height: 5’6”
Eyes: Blood red, two slitted pupils in each eye.
Hair: Red. Messy and short with longer bangs.
Skin: Olive (Tanned)
Features: Round, childish, cute.
Build: Slender, adolescent.
Posture: Reserved, polite and proper.
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: Military tattoo – two vertical stripes across collarbone. Sataré rune on left shoulder – Looks like a stylised K.
Clothing: Loose fitting shirts with a halter neck design to accommodate wings. NEVER wears shoes.
Jewellery: A large gold disk amulet - Two concentric circles with a diamond transposed and a triangle at the center with runic symbols engraved into the circles.
A copper bracelet with blue glass beads and an azurite stone.
Distinctive features: 4 fingers on each hand instead of the usual 5. Massive (8-10ft wingspan) black and orange feathered wings (Usually semi-opaque but can be hidden or made solid at will)
Long scar across left cheek.
Personality: Silent but by no means unfriendly, K isn't the sort to let something like muteness get in the way of his social life.
Kind hearted and sweet natured, K genuinely wants to help people, perhaps why he continues to work as a nurse despite not actually needing the income.
Near the full moon however, K becomes less patient, more moody and far far more surly. Those who know him have become used to his moon induced moodiness and have learnt to simply leave him be.
K has a few issues however, a rather standoffish attitude toward intimacy and affection in public (perhaps related to his issues with abandonment and loss), quite valid paranoia about cross contamination and infection thanks to his lycanthropy and a reluctance to reveal not only his infection but his innate shape shifting abilities (which is rather sensible all things considered).
Trained as a military nurse, K has some standard military training (as is the culture on his home world) and as a result knows his way around a pulse rifle and a sabre. Not that he'd ever use one though, he doesn't like to fight and besides, his psionics can be a lot more devastating than any gun.
Llantharr/Eoin Callaghan:
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Vampire)
Nationality: Irish
Age: Appears around 15/16
Height: 6’0”
Eyes: Right = Blue Left = Green. Sightless and unfocused.
Hair: White. Short and shaggy with some longer parts.
Skin: Pale, badly scarred.
Features: Drawn, hollow, gaunt.
Build: Fairly average.
Posture: Depends on which personality is in control (see below).
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: N/A
Clothing: Scruffy and rather tattered jeans, a long sleeved t-shirt and a shirt over the top. Wears sneakers.
Jewellery: N/A
Distinctive features: Nose has been broken several times resulting in its current crooked state. Terrible burns run across the right side of his face, his neck, chest and half way down one arm. Missing an upper left front tooth.
Personality: Llan has Disassociative Identity Disorder, a condition more commonly known as multiple personalities. It’s uncertain how many personalities he actually has but at least 5 have been recognised.
1: Amnesiac – This version of Llantharr seems to be one of the more dominant personalities. Calm, collected and actually rather well meaning. In love with a girl named Mariko and terrified he might hurt her in one of his switches, this personality genuinely wants to be well again. He attends regular therapy sessions trying to work out what triggered this shattering of his mind and attempting to reconstruct his original self. He has little to no memory of his past and tends to let other personalities take control in order to feed.
2: Psychopathic heartless bastard – At first this personality isn’t distinguishable from his amnesiac self. However very soon he betrays his true nature. Cruel, selfish and prone to violence, this personality torments and toys with others for his own perverse pleasure.
An expert at pandering to the kindness of strangers, he uses his blindness and general sick pathetic appearance to lure the unsuspecting.
He treats Mariko with vague kindness, as much as he’s capable of at least. She’s a useful tool in stopping others from punishing him for his deeds, she keeps him safe under the argument that he “can’t help it! He’s sick!”. He regards his therapist with disdain and occasionally amusement, taking great enjoyment out of going into graphic detail about the various things he’s done over the years just to make her uncomfortable. Some of what he says may be true, most of it’s likely just for shock value.
3: Guilt ridden wretch – Possessing all the memories of his other selves and well aware of their existence and his inability to control them, this personality is riddled with guilt. All that death, all those murders, and him unable to prevent them. He spends most of his time in seclusion lamenting his wretched “life” and mourning for those he couldn’t stop his other selves from hurting. He feels he should have been stronger, should have been able to do something to stop his fathers murder and his mothers subsequent suicide, that he should be able to stay his own hand, but he’s weak and knows it.
4: Repenting sinner – Convinced he’s actually dead and in Hell, this personality is perhaps the last vestiges of Llantharr’s faith. Paranoid, untrusting and certain those who speak to him are actually demons and devils come to torment him all the more, he believes the other personalities are actually separate entities, demons possessing him and making him do awful terrible acts.
5: Near mindless animal – Vicious, violent and near incoherent, this personality seems to be in a constant state of frenzy. All the rage, all the anger is balled up into this one shard of Llantharr’s personality, resulting in a completely uncontrollable monster. He’ll attack any who come near, seek out fights and should be kept permanently restrained. Thankfully, this personality is rather weak and is usually suppressed by the others.
Mattias Marsianos:
Gender: Male
Race: Kevali/Human
Age: 222 (Looks to be in his late 20’s – early 30’s)
Height: 6’4”
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black, messy and cut to various lengths.
Skin: Olive (tanned).
Features: Youthful, slightly sharp. Inverted triangle or diamond shaped face.
Build: Slim, built but not overly muscular.
Posture: Self confident, slightly slouched.
Piercings: Left eyebrow.
Tattoos: Sataré rune – K’tar tattooed into right wrist. Mark of the outcast branded into the back of right hand.
Clothing: Boot cut jeans, bright coloured long sleeved t-shirts with another shirt over.
Jewellery: N/A
Distinctive features: Ears taper into two distinct points, elongated Eye teeth and canines, slightly jutting upper jaw to accommodate the elongated teeth. Heavily slanted eyes, Knee and Elbow spines.
Personality: Optimistic to a fault, Matt seems almost perpetually happy. Friendly, fun loving and entertaining Matt loves people and loves to chat. However, when pushed he will switch with little to no warning, becoming a cold vicious person as his protective nature kicks into overdrive.
Matt’s almost always grinning, he loved to mess with people and is always joking about. Unfortunately Matt is also a little of a Kleptomaniac, he just picks things up and forgets about them till he comes to empty his pockets.
Nothing is more important to him than his family, Especially his daughters and his mate who he’d gladly give his life for.
Thanasios Psharis:
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Dragon blooded)
Age: 24
Height: 5’9”
Eyes: Sea green, seem to glow with an inner fire.
Hair: White/blond with green/blue streaks. Long bangs at the front and sheared short at the back, his hair seems to shimmer like spun metal.
Skin: Though pale, in certain lights his skin seems to take on an almost.. greenish tinge... and like his hair, shimmers when light hits it.
Features: Blunted. His nose is slightly broad and flattened, his jaw squared.
Build: Slim but well toned
Posture: Regal, composed.
Piercings:N/A
Tattoos: Ornate facial tattoos that look like a vine or tendrils crawling across his cheeks.
Clothing: Simple but finely woven grey robes (loose and more like graduation robes than monks robes... as in, they have an opening at the front). Beneath his robe, Thanasios wears rich traveling garb, well tailored and beautifully cared for. On his belt hangs a Sickle and a small dagger, beautifully cared for and looking almost new.
Jewelery: An ornate pendent depicting a golden fireball with an ivory skull embossed.
Distinctive features: He never looks like he's been traveling... he always seems immaculate.
Personality: Calm, serene, pious and curious. Worshiping death has given him respect for life and those who make the most of the time they have. He will however, defend himself if need be, for only those marked for death are foolish enough to attack one of the Ruby Sorceress' priests.
Webster Marsianos:
Gender: Male
Race: Kevali/Human
Age: 222
Height: 6’4”
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black with white streaks in the front. Waist length and straight.
Skin:Olive (Tanned).
Features: Youthful, slightly sharp. Inverted triangle or diamond shaped face.
Build: Willowy
Posture: Stooped from so many years living underground yet still retains a noble bearing.
Piercings: Labret, Left upper ear.
Tattoos: Symbol of fate between shoulder blades. Sataré rune K’tar on left wrist.
Clothing: Black priest style coat, Long sleeved black shirt underneath, Black trousers. Rectangular rimmed glasses with tinted lenses.
Jewelery: A small silver disk pendent
Distinctive features: Ears taper into two distinct points, elongated Eye teeth and canines, slightly jutting upper jaw to accommodate the elongated teeth. Heavily slanted eyes, Knee and Elbow spines. Wrists badly scarred, claw marks across back.
Personality: Web is a polite kind hearted man. Prone to depression and melancholy Web tries to forget through drinking. Fiercely protective of those he cares for and loyal to the end. Like most empaths, Web hates to be touched and will never shake an offered hand. He takes himself rather seriously, much to the exasperation of his twin brother Matt.
Phew.. now that.. was long. It's by no means finished yet either. All the blank spaces WILL be filled in eventually, just give me time to finalise designs and get things straight in my head. For the pirates, their original writeups can be found here till I get the new versions finished. New versions here
Characters for DA projects and collabs can be found here
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5’8”
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Auburn, long and slightly wavy. Often tied into bunches or braided
Skin: Slightly tanned
Face shape: Almost heart shaped, features fairly boyish. Sharp, slightly hooked nose.
Build: Slim, slender, fairly average
Posture: Extroverted, casual, easy going and friendly
Distinctive features: Oval rimmed glasses that don’t quite suit him.
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None
Clothing: Gwyn tends to dress in tatty jeans and t-shirts with heavy steel capped work boots, mostly because he's usually working on some piece of art. When he actually has a reason to make an effort he does own several unstained tees over which he'll throw a plaid shirt or an army jacket. He might even comb his hair.
Jewellery: A small simple silver cross pendent
Personality: Extroverted, enthusiastic and happy go lucky, Gwyn gives off the impression that he's one of those utterly unflappable optimistic sorts. Of course, this isn't entirely true. While he loves to joke around and rather enjoys the attention his behaviour and attire attract, he is well aware of when to tone things down.
Around his family he's fairly quiet, polite and over cautious about everything he says and does. He's paranoid, knowing that there are aspects of his life that they simply wouldn't understand or approve of. He takes his father and brother's jokes, barely even acknowledging them. He's become so used to their attitude that it's like water off a duck's back. He learnt long ago not to let it get to him and certainly not to retaliate.
Years of being at the brunt of his families jokes and jibes, Gwyn's become reluctant to stand up for himself. It simply isn't worth the stress and heartache, he may as well simply ignore the insults and comments others fling at him.
Amongst friends he's cheerful and loud, the life of the party. Though a lot of this is forced because it's what people expect now. He's one of those people cursed by his own private nature. He bottles his feeling inside, hides what's on his mind with well-practised skill. It's not that he doesn't feel he has people to confide in, he just doesn't like talking about his problems. He'd rather pretend they didn't exist and that means playing the fool. It's a mantle he's brought upon himself and he doesn't really mind too much. He's a drama queen after all and if he's joking about people are less likely to ask what's wrong.
Underneath all this mirth and cheer, Gwyn is a deeply sensitive young man. He dearly cares about other people and desperately wants to be accepted. He may act like he doesn't worry about what people think of him, but no one is truly that carefree. He has self-doubt just like everyone else and puts his foot in his mouth on countless occasions. If anything, Gwyn tends to be slightly suspicious of other's motives, though he tries not to let it consume him, being well aware that it's unfounded and crazy. Still, there are times when he wonders if people truly like him or simply tolerate him to be polite.
Gwyn's become one of those people you either really like for their exuberance or find just plain exhausting.
Hytar-Jal’t:
Gender: Male
Race: Half-fiend
Age: ??? Appears to be somewhere in his mid to late 30's
Height: 5’11”
Eyes: Golden with slitted pupils. Right eye clouded over (blinded), scar runs down his cheek.
Hair: Dark brown, long and usually tied back.
Skin: Golden tan.
Features: Slightly sharp, attractive, masculine.
Build: Slightly muscular, much like a gymnast or swimmer.
Posture: Casual, Self-assured. Knows he’s in control.
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: Horizontal stripe across the bridge of his nose.
Clothing: Traditional medieval traveling garb with hooded cloak (never with the hood up though) and fingerless gloves. Dull natural tones. Always wears a pair of shackles, the chain broken, as a symbol of his indefinite freedom.
Jewelery: None
Distinctive features: Tiny scales freckle his face and body, especially around his eyes and cheek bones where they become much more noticeable. Fangs, long pointed ears and clawed hands.
Personality: Hytar has a habit of speaking in half truths, he enjoys messing with people but stupidity irritates him no end. He does not tolerate fools lightly. Seldom moved to violence, Hytar much prefers to talk his way out of things, though don't be fooled… he knows how to use that sword of his. Hytar lives for loopholes and double meanings, especially delighting in subterfuge and betrayal. However, one thing he cannot abide is servitude, his own years of slavery have left a lasting impression it seems and when confronted with one in a similar predicament he can almost be… compassionate.
Hytar's intolerance for what he considers stupidity can come across as arrogance. Certainly he regards himself as above most people and unless he's on a mission, he has little reason to disguise that fact. He asks pointed questions, subtly and carefully worded and enjoys playing mind games with people.
Ix:
Gender: Male
Race: Gargoyle
Nationality: Guatemalan
Age: ~50 (mid 20’s in human terms)
Height: 6’7”
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Mossy green, deadlocked. Small goatee.
Skin: Mahogany
Features: Squared, strong.
Build: Well built, strong but slim.
Posture: Tense, prepared, protective.
Piercings: Ears pierced. Earrings with large golden disks and two more hoops per ear.
Tattoos: Swirling pattern over cheeks.
Clothing: Mayan inspired skirt and such. Hand woven and dyed bright but usually natural tones.
Jewellery: Many gold bracelets, anklets, a large gold disk pendent.
Distinctive features: Unlike a lot of gargoyles, Ix appears rather feral and animalistic. Resembling a gargoyle beast or canine more than a humanoid gargoyle, at least in the face. Long pointed ears, a prominent snout and two sets of short horns at his temples. His wings are a strange mix between bat and bird, structured like oversized feathered batwings. Ix cannot cape his wings like other gargoyles. Ix’s tail has a ridge of green feathers and ends in a small plume.
Personality: Polite, noble and a born hero, Ix is however rather naive. He deeply believes in the goodness of others and will always rush to the aid of those who need it. Raised a hunter, Ix is good at tracking and bringing down game, he also prefers the outdoors not only because it’s what he’s used to but also because his wings make it awkward in confined spaces.
Jarral Dekar:
Gender: Male
Race: Kevali
Age: Around 17
Height: 5’5”
Eyes: Pale violet. Almost grey in fact, as if the colour has been drained out of them.
Hair: Black with red streaks. Waist length and worn in a tight braid.
Skin: Pale
Features: Androgynous, Youthful. He has a straight slightly sharp nose
Build: Slender, frail and delicate.
Posture: Slouched. Looks constantly like he’s about to be hit.
Piercings: Ears pierced several times with various hooks and decorations.
Tattoos: Tattoos of the scribe, what looks like ornate script that runs down the right side of his face and down one arm. Symbol of the outcast branded into the back of his left hand.
Clothing: simple shirts and combats in greys and blacks. Sturdy practical boots and long sleeved shirts that conceal his horribly scarred arms. More recently, he's adopted robes constructed of pure living shadow that write and twist around him, of course, this is worn over his usual clothing.
Jewelery: Small silver disk pendent engraved with the symbol of the empath/seer.
Distinctive features: 5-6 inch slightly tapered horns, Long ears that taper into two points, Elongated Eye teeth and canines, slightly jutting upper jaw to accommodate the elongated teeth. Heavily slanted eyes, Knee and Elbow spines. Wrists are terribly scarred and cut up, quite often his arms are bandaged up. Faded burn scar on his left cheek that looks almost like claw or finger marks.
Other: Elemental = Air
Personality: Untrusting, paranoid, wary and unfriendly. Jarral dislikes people and trusts very few. He won’t touch people and jerks away whenever anyone gets too close. Thankfully ( though it depends on your viewpoint) Jarral's assention to proxy status has given him some confidence, now the shadows themselves will defend him which has allowed the broken bitter young man the chance to "right some past wrongs". Despite his frail appearence, Jarral is a dangerous enemy to make. He doesn't forgive easy, or at all really to be honest.
Jason Carter:
Gender: Male
Race: Human Mutant
Nationality: American (Born and raised in Detroit)
Age: 26
Height: 5’10”
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Green, blue and black synthetic dreadlocks. Black short goatee.
Skin: Caucasian.
Approximate ethnicity: American/Greek
Features: Square jawed, straight nose.
Build: Slim but muscular.
Posture: Slightly slouched
Piercings: Eyebrow, lip ring, Flesh tunnels in both ears (8mm)
Tattoos: N/A
Clothing: Standard raver fare. Bright colours, baggy trousers, jelly bracelets and GLOWSTICKS!!
Jewellery: Jelly bracelets (Blue, green, black)
Distinctive features: Jason has a musical aura, a constant beat that follows him. It sounds as though he’s got a pair of headphones on too loud. This musical Aura is what he uses to manipulate emotions, there’s a reason no one uses drugs at one of his raves, they simply don’t need to in order to get high.
Other: Forever followed by his clone, his exact duplicate down to the smallest detail.
Personality: Jason likes to think he's got a strong moral compass, that other people actually do matter.
Certainly his powers make it difficult for him to know if people truly like him and trust him, or are just reacting to the subconscious aspect of his ability. As a result, he's reluctant to take advantage, slow to trust but ever willing to help people he thinks actually need helping. He's the sort of person who gives money to charity when confronted with an aid worker, and someone who can't quite bear to wash spiders down plug holes. Sadly, his inherent desire to help people leads him into situations where he's simply used and manipulated. Surprisingly, despite his inherent talent for effecting the emotions of others, Jason's incredibly susceptible to his own good nature being exploited.
Jason's adamant that everyone is entitled to basic human rights, he only wishes things hadn't got so out of hand. The war was a mistake, things should never have come to this. Where once he was vocal about these beliefs, fought hard for equality, now it's almost as if the fight's gone out of him. Once a mighty roar is now a whimper, the fury of his convictions as dead as his comrades in arms. He wont abandon his beliefs, he just realises that there's a better way to make a point than outright violence.
In the current climate of fear, there's no room for mistakes, so Jason tends to be a little wary of people, especially the police. He can come across as paranoid, secretive even, but that's the point, one can never be too careful these days.
He wont reveal his talents to just anyone, he's seen first-hand what can happen if you don't keep your secret safe, and his fear of what others would think always lead him to conceal his abilities, even before the fighting broke out.
He can't take the same risks he once did, not any more. Nowadays, he simply throws himself fully into surviving this conflict. Sure it's cowardly to run and hide, but he can't stand to see any more people die because of him. He's tried fighting and it got him nowhere, now all he wants is to salvage what little remains of the life he once led. He'd give anything to have things go back to how they were, but he knows it's a fool's dream.
He seems almost perpetually tired, tired of running, tired of hiding and tired of yearning for the normal life he was so cruelly cheated out of. All Jason really wants now is to live, to survive, even if that means spending the rest of his life in hiding.
"Copy":
(See Jason for reference image)
Gender: Male
Race: Human Mutant (clone)
Nationality: American
Age: Around 5 or 6, looks 26
Height: 5’10”
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Green, blue and black synthetic dreadlocks. Black short goatee.
Skin: Caucasian.
Approximate ethnicity: American/Greek
Features: Square jawed.
Build: Slim but muscular.
Posture: Hunched, introverted.
Piercings: Eyebrow, lip ring, Flesh tunnels in both ears (8mm)
Tattoos: N/A
Clothing: Standard raver fare. Bright colours, baggy trousers, jelly bracelets and GLOWSTICKS!!
Jewellery: Jelly bracelets (Blue, green, black)
Distinctive features: Like Jason, Copy has a musical aura, a constant beat that follows him. It sounds as though he’s got a pair of headphones on too loud. This musical Aura is what he uses to manipulate emotions.
Personality: Lacking the confidence of the original, Copy tends to give off the impression that he's a little lost. He follows Jason like some sort of faithful pet, devoted to the man not only for treating him as an equal, but for what he represents, the potential of what he himself could become had his life been different. Quiet, reserved and slightly apathetic toward most people, Copy doesn't have very good social skills, a side effect of his upbringing no doubt. He has trouble communicating his opinion on things, trusts Jason implicitly and seems to have problems functioning on his own. Constantly looking to Jason for guidance, Copy is a tragic shell of a man, an incomplete being that has no capacity for individuality.
Kamal Amakiin:
Gender: Male
Race: “Half-elf” Tiefling
Age: 24
Height: 5’8
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Red, messy and cut to various lengths. Braided in parts.
Skin: Rich tan.
Features: Sharp, Elf-like.
Build: Slender.
Posture: Twitchy.
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: Stripes across his cheeks that run over his chest and onto his shoulders.
Clothing: Reds and oranges. Robes, a tattered cloak, brown pants and sturdy boots.
Jewellery: A small golden locket.
Distinctive features: 6 fingers on each hand. Pointed elf-like ears.
Other: Kamal’s weapon of choice is a flaming mace though he also wields a crossbow and a short sword bearing the Doomguard crest.
Personality: Quiet, sullen, brooding and determined. Kamal likes fire and has a rather nasty temper at times. His penchant for destruction inevitably led him to join the Doomguard where he relishes in the decay and ruin as entropy seeps into everything. Of course, even entropy sometimes needs a little help, and Kamal can often be seen about the place planting razorvine or prying bricks loose. Of course, he isn't evil as such, just a little well… mad. A little uncertain of himself and slightly unsure of his place in the world he seems to have a permanent chip on his shoulder. He can be very rude and abrupt and takes offense easily. He desperately wants to belong and prove his worth, but unfortunately he's often left feeling rather inadequate. This inadequacy can come off as moodiness and a fair few see him as a rather surly individual.
Twitchy and with rather poor self control, Kamal constantly seems to be distracted by something. He does however become fixated with entropy in action, spending hours sifting through wreckage or watching something slowly decay. Uncouth and a bit of a slob, Kamal is the sort of person who puts his feet on tables, drinks out of the carton then puts it back in the fridge and isn't fussy about what he eats, even if that means week old pizza that he found behind the sofa. His fascination with decay and ruin is only matched by his love of fire, though he doesn't often indulge in large acts of arson, he can't help but feel compelled to set alight to flammable items and watch the flames engulf them.
Kaylr Freidmann:
Gender: Male
Race: Half-fiend
Age: Appears around 13 or 14
Height: 5’6”
Eyes: Blood red, two slitted pupils in each eye.
Hair: Red. Messy and short with longer bangs.
Skin: Olive (Tanned)
Features: Round, childish, cute.
Build: Slender, adolescent.
Posture: Reserved, polite and proper.
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: Military tattoo – two vertical stripes across collarbone. Sataré rune on left shoulder – Looks like a stylised K.
Clothing: Loose fitting shirts with a halter neck design to accommodate wings. NEVER wears shoes.
Jewellery: A large gold disk amulet - Two concentric circles with a diamond transposed and a triangle at the center with runic symbols engraved into the circles.
A copper bracelet with blue glass beads and an azurite stone.
Distinctive features: 4 fingers on each hand instead of the usual 5. Massive (8-10ft wingspan) black and orange feathered wings (Usually semi-opaque but can be hidden or made solid at will)
Long scar across left cheek.
Personality: Silent but by no means unfriendly, K isn't the sort to let something like muteness get in the way of his social life.
Kind hearted and sweet natured, K genuinely wants to help people, perhaps why he continues to work as a nurse despite not actually needing the income.
Near the full moon however, K becomes less patient, more moody and far far more surly. Those who know him have become used to his moon induced moodiness and have learnt to simply leave him be.
K has a few issues however, a rather standoffish attitude toward intimacy and affection in public (perhaps related to his issues with abandonment and loss), quite valid paranoia about cross contamination and infection thanks to his lycanthropy and a reluctance to reveal not only his infection but his innate shape shifting abilities (which is rather sensible all things considered).
Trained as a military nurse, K has some standard military training (as is the culture on his home world) and as a result knows his way around a pulse rifle and a sabre. Not that he'd ever use one though, he doesn't like to fight and besides, his psionics can be a lot more devastating than any gun.
Llantharr/Eoin Callaghan:
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Vampire)
Nationality: Irish
Age: Appears around 15/16
Height: 6’0”
Eyes: Right = Blue Left = Green. Sightless and unfocused.
Hair: White. Short and shaggy with some longer parts.
Skin: Pale, badly scarred.
Features: Drawn, hollow, gaunt.
Build: Fairly average.
Posture: Depends on which personality is in control (see below).
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: N/A
Clothing: Scruffy and rather tattered jeans, a long sleeved t-shirt and a shirt over the top. Wears sneakers.
Jewellery: N/A
Distinctive features: Nose has been broken several times resulting in its current crooked state. Terrible burns run across the right side of his face, his neck, chest and half way down one arm. Missing an upper left front tooth.
Personality: Llan has Disassociative Identity Disorder, a condition more commonly known as multiple personalities. It’s uncertain how many personalities he actually has but at least 5 have been recognised.
1: Amnesiac – This version of Llantharr seems to be one of the more dominant personalities. Calm, collected and actually rather well meaning. In love with a girl named Mariko and terrified he might hurt her in one of his switches, this personality genuinely wants to be well again. He attends regular therapy sessions trying to work out what triggered this shattering of his mind and attempting to reconstruct his original self. He has little to no memory of his past and tends to let other personalities take control in order to feed.
2: Psychopathic heartless bastard – At first this personality isn’t distinguishable from his amnesiac self. However very soon he betrays his true nature. Cruel, selfish and prone to violence, this personality torments and toys with others for his own perverse pleasure.
An expert at pandering to the kindness of strangers, he uses his blindness and general sick pathetic appearance to lure the unsuspecting.
He treats Mariko with vague kindness, as much as he’s capable of at least. She’s a useful tool in stopping others from punishing him for his deeds, she keeps him safe under the argument that he “can’t help it! He’s sick!”. He regards his therapist with disdain and occasionally amusement, taking great enjoyment out of going into graphic detail about the various things he’s done over the years just to make her uncomfortable. Some of what he says may be true, most of it’s likely just for shock value.
3: Guilt ridden wretch – Possessing all the memories of his other selves and well aware of their existence and his inability to control them, this personality is riddled with guilt. All that death, all those murders, and him unable to prevent them. He spends most of his time in seclusion lamenting his wretched “life” and mourning for those he couldn’t stop his other selves from hurting. He feels he should have been stronger, should have been able to do something to stop his fathers murder and his mothers subsequent suicide, that he should be able to stay his own hand, but he’s weak and knows it.
4: Repenting sinner – Convinced he’s actually dead and in Hell, this personality is perhaps the last vestiges of Llantharr’s faith. Paranoid, untrusting and certain those who speak to him are actually demons and devils come to torment him all the more, he believes the other personalities are actually separate entities, demons possessing him and making him do awful terrible acts.
5: Near mindless animal – Vicious, violent and near incoherent, this personality seems to be in a constant state of frenzy. All the rage, all the anger is balled up into this one shard of Llantharr’s personality, resulting in a completely uncontrollable monster. He’ll attack any who come near, seek out fights and should be kept permanently restrained. Thankfully, this personality is rather weak and is usually suppressed by the others.
Mattias Marsianos:
Gender: Male
Race: Kevali/Human
Age: 222 (Looks to be in his late 20’s – early 30’s)
Height: 6’4”
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black, messy and cut to various lengths.
Skin: Olive (tanned).
Features: Youthful, slightly sharp. Inverted triangle or diamond shaped face.
Build: Slim, built but not overly muscular.
Posture: Self confident, slightly slouched.
Piercings: Left eyebrow.
Tattoos: Sataré rune – K’tar tattooed into right wrist. Mark of the outcast branded into the back of right hand.
Clothing: Boot cut jeans, bright coloured long sleeved t-shirts with another shirt over.
Jewellery: N/A
Distinctive features: Ears taper into two distinct points, elongated Eye teeth and canines, slightly jutting upper jaw to accommodate the elongated teeth. Heavily slanted eyes, Knee and Elbow spines.
Personality: Optimistic to a fault, Matt seems almost perpetually happy. Friendly, fun loving and entertaining Matt loves people and loves to chat. However, when pushed he will switch with little to no warning, becoming a cold vicious person as his protective nature kicks into overdrive.
Matt’s almost always grinning, he loved to mess with people and is always joking about. Unfortunately Matt is also a little of a Kleptomaniac, he just picks things up and forgets about them till he comes to empty his pockets.
Nothing is more important to him than his family, Especially his daughters and his mate who he’d gladly give his life for.
Thanasios Psharis:
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Dragon blooded)
Age: 24
Height: 5’9”
Eyes: Sea green, seem to glow with an inner fire.
Hair: White/blond with green/blue streaks. Long bangs at the front and sheared short at the back, his hair seems to shimmer like spun metal.
Skin: Though pale, in certain lights his skin seems to take on an almost.. greenish tinge... and like his hair, shimmers when light hits it.
Features: Blunted. His nose is slightly broad and flattened, his jaw squared.
Build: Slim but well toned
Posture: Regal, composed.
Piercings:N/A
Tattoos: Ornate facial tattoos that look like a vine or tendrils crawling across his cheeks.
Clothing: Simple but finely woven grey robes (loose and more like graduation robes than monks robes... as in, they have an opening at the front). Beneath his robe, Thanasios wears rich traveling garb, well tailored and beautifully cared for. On his belt hangs a Sickle and a small dagger, beautifully cared for and looking almost new.
Jewelery: An ornate pendent depicting a golden fireball with an ivory skull embossed.
Distinctive features: He never looks like he's been traveling... he always seems immaculate.
Personality: Calm, serene, pious and curious. Worshiping death has given him respect for life and those who make the most of the time they have. He will however, defend himself if need be, for only those marked for death are foolish enough to attack one of the Ruby Sorceress' priests.
Webster Marsianos:
Gender: Male
Race: Kevali/Human
Age: 222
Height: 6’4”
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black with white streaks in the front. Waist length and straight.
Skin:Olive (Tanned).
Features: Youthful, slightly sharp. Inverted triangle or diamond shaped face.
Build: Willowy
Posture: Stooped from so many years living underground yet still retains a noble bearing.
Piercings: Labret, Left upper ear.
Tattoos: Symbol of fate between shoulder blades. Sataré rune K’tar on left wrist.
Clothing: Black priest style coat, Long sleeved black shirt underneath, Black trousers. Rectangular rimmed glasses with tinted lenses.
Jewelery: A small silver disk pendent
Distinctive features: Ears taper into two distinct points, elongated Eye teeth and canines, slightly jutting upper jaw to accommodate the elongated teeth. Heavily slanted eyes, Knee and Elbow spines. Wrists badly scarred, claw marks across back.
Personality: Web is a polite kind hearted man. Prone to depression and melancholy Web tries to forget through drinking. Fiercely protective of those he cares for and loyal to the end. Like most empaths, Web hates to be touched and will never shake an offered hand. He takes himself rather seriously, much to the exasperation of his twin brother Matt.
Phew.. now that.. was long. It's by no means finished yet either. All the blank spaces WILL be filled in eventually, just give me time to finalise designs and get things straight in my head. For the pirates, their original writeups can be found here till I get the new versions finished. New versions here
Characters for DA projects and collabs can be found here
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... but you might be disapointed in me LOL
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"leg or no leg, I trust you about as far as I could throw Manhattan!"
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Look forward to some great comics from me coming in, meh, half a year maybe...
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"leg or no leg, I trust you about as far as I could throw Manhattan!"
Commissions
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"leg or no leg, I trust you about as far as I could throw Manhattan!"
Commissions
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The World is Full
of Kings and Queens
Who Blind Your Eyes and
Steal Your Dreams
It's Heaven & Hell!
-Dio,Ronnie James-
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"leg or no leg, I trust you about as far as I could throw Manhattan!"
Commissions
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The World is Full
of Kings and Queens
Who Blind Your Eyes and
Steal Your Dreams
It's Heaven & Hell!
-Dio,Ronnie James-
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