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▬▬▬▬ ONE⒈ ❖ BASICS
coded WE _ARE _THE _FORTUNATE _ONES _◂ _ WHO'VE _NEVER _FACED _OPPRESSION'S _GUN
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█║ GENDER » Male
█║ AGE » Thirty-five
█║ HEIGHT » Six foot five inches
█║ WEIGHT » One hundred eight-five pounds
█║ SCARS » Has a few from childhood, mostly lashes on his back from brutal floggings and from other beatings as well as jobs received from the workhouse.
█║ TATTOOS » He has a homemade tattoo inked/scarred into his skin on the upper most bit of his gluteus maximus and on the far right, almost on his hip. It consists of several initials, though who they belong to is a mystery to all but him.
█║ PIERCINGS » Has an helix piercing on his left ear and two lobe piercings on each ear. Usually wears just the helix piercing.

▬▬▬▬ TWO⒉ ❖ DEEPER
coded WE _ARE _THE _FORTUNATE _ONES _◂ _ WHO'VE _NEVER _FACED _OPPRESSION'S _GUN
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█║ SEXUALITY » Homosexual
█║ HOBBIES »
tab ❖ Reading whenever possible
tab ❖ Buying Tosa-ha, Kano, and Ukiyo-e styled art pieces to restore
tab ❖ Trying new cuisine
tab ❖ Organizing anything and everything
█║ FEARS »
tab ❖ The death of his brother
tab ❖ An ant infestation
tab ❖ Being quartered, simply because it sounds like a traumatic and agonizing death
tab ❖ Complete and total chaos.
█║ DESIRES »
tab ❖ Learning everything he possibly can about everything
tab ❖ Total and complete order
tab ❖ Finding a life long mate
tab ❖ Die in his sleep at the age of a hundred
█║ QUIRKS »
tab ❖ Cleans and organizes everything obsessively when stressed
tab ❖ When flirted with, he often gets nervous and will begin reciting random facts
tab ❖ Always stitches his name into his clothing to keep track of it
tab ❖ If he or someone else is sick, he wears a medical mask, contagious or not.

▬▬▬▬ THREE⒊ ❖ PERSONALITY
coded WE _ARE _THE _FORTUNATE _ONES _◂ _ WHO'VE _NEVER _FACED _OPPRESSION'S _GUN
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█║ PERSONALITY » Yvon can appear a little disconnected emotionally, but doesn't mean he's not capable of feeling. His social connections are no better. He's just not a people person. Others just complicate things and make them far more complex than they need to be. Or that is his take on things. However, he is brilliant without flaunting it about like some. He's also more motivated to get things done and tries to keep active instead of lazing about though some days he's downright drained and can be found napping at his desk. When it comes to family matters, it appears to be the c***k in the armor and one bad word about his brother can turn this stone faced man into a raging bull who will mow you down where you stand.

▬▬▬▬ FOUR⒋ ❖ BACKGROUND
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█║ BIOGRAPHY » In the beginning, Ludivine came from a well to do family in Marvejols, France and had many suitors as her beauty was well-know and many of these men she turned away. Perhaps she would've spent her life as a spinster were it not for the charm of an English gentleman who swept off her feet with promises of seeing the world and living life as they pleased. All Ludivine ever wanted was to live freely and this man promised everything she wanted, so how could she turn him away? Sadly for the young woman, she would soon find herself in London with crushed dreams, a broken heart, and nowhere to call whilst recently pregnant. Her dreamy hero had been a filthy liar, already wedded and cruel unto her. And now where was she left to turn? Her family would not have her back to stain their good names with her poor mistake and very few places hired women, much less pregnant ones. She tried very hard to avoid the workhouse, doing everything she could, but it was a fate that was inevitable.
On September twenty-first, Ludivine gave birth to two beautiful healthy baby boys, Yvon and Rousel Tibideaux. For the first seven years, the boys were permitted to stay with their mother in the female ward, watching her leave time from time to work what jobs the workhouse offered to her. Of course there were times the boys had to work as well, most were jobs only small bodies could accomplish and most were very dangerous, but the two always looked after each other. When the time came for them to be moved to the boys ward of the workhouse, things had gone from being okay to being a nightmare. At no time were they permitted to see or talk to their mother, the boys were beaten for any little things, and the things happened in the dark . . . Well, it was just best to drink the gin they gave you to help sleep at night. Except Yvon didn't take the gin, leaving it for his brother Rousel. The men in the workhouse had taken a liking to the pair, beating them and mistreating them, but it was at night that Yvon did all he could to protect his brother, even subjecting himself to things no child should ever suffer. It was a very long and hard childhood.
Come their third winter away from their mother, they had come to learn from others that she had passed, having succumb to illness. It was perhaps the most devastating news the pair had received and spurred each boy to respond in his own ways. Rousel acted out, stealing the gin meant for the boys at night and would drink himself into a tizzy or would act out in many other manners that would often earn them a beating or two. As for Yvon, he shut down, pushed everyone but his brother away and became the responsible one of the two, doing all he could to protect his brother and even claim his brother's troublesome acts for himself to spare him from a beating if possible. Nothing mattered to him more than protecting the other male in such a horrid space. Yet, it was Rousel's own act that final forced their leave from the workhouse, both now old enough to find their own way in the world, but now they had nothing.
To make matters worse, Yvon had awaken one more to find his brother had gone, nothing but a message for him passed on a fellow vagrant. It seemed his brother had gone off on his own to live it up instead of work all the time, as Yvon had planned, and see the world. To say he was not utterly devastated would be a lie, for it broke him apart and left him feeling alone, but he understood. He wanted only the best for his brother and if it meant leaving Yvon behind, then so be it. Yet, that did not mean Yvon followed in his brother's steps, he instead took to finding work, eventually landing a job working for a man of science, moving equipment around and helping where he could, even spending his time just cleaning the man's lab and home for a little extra money and because it relaxed him after a long day of work. The two men soon became better acquainted and were soon very close. Perhaps more so than they should've been, but this is what helped Yvon reach where he was today. The man taught him to read and write, as such things were not permitted in the workhouse, and eventually let Yvon, who was quite the quick learner, work beside him. It wasn't long before the student surpassed the teacher, the other man very proud of him and had gone as far to help pull the strings so Yvon could obtain an official degree which permitted him to work in a real lab with others.
Come the autumn of Yvon's thirtieth year, the man whom he had come to call a friend and lover had planned to surprise the other male with the retrieval of his twin, but it seemed misfortune had come to pass yet again in Yvon's life. A high way robbery gone wrong, as they said. The only good news was that Rousel had not been with him at the time. Never the less, it was another loss to be had, Yvon only through himself further into his work and his obsession with cleanliness and order. Yet, it forced Rousel's return and throughout the last few years, his brother has come to visit him on and off, though the other had not ended his carefree life style.


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Haemon | Kriezis
Doofus | Competitive | Compassionate | Thoughtful

NICKNAME(S): Haemie, Crazy, shithead, hey you, fluffy
AGE: Eighteen
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual
RACE: Kitsune
CLASS: Senior
CLUBS/TEAMS: Swim, Archery, and Track & Field. Though not officially part of Gaming club, if he's free he'll wander in and play for awhile with the others, but his sports keep him busy.

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HEIGHT: Six foot four inches
BODY TYPE: Athletic and well toned, has a meso-ectomorphic body type that leans more toward mesomorphic.
HAIR COLOR: Ebony
EYE COLOR: Blue, more on the turquoise side.
TATTOOS: None, 'cause he's a wuss
PIERCINGS: None, though he's thought about getting his lobes done.
SCARS: Just small ones from childhood.

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ABILITIES: Dream manipulation, Illusion manipulation, Shapeshifting, and common sense, sometimes.
STRENGTHS: Enhanced physical attributes, Heightened senses, Silver-tongued, and Can out sleep most people.
WEAKNESSES: Cannot dance for the life of him, Those of strong religious faith can destroy his illusion upon contact which has traumatic repercussion for Haemon, Forgetful, and Awkward.
FEARS: Haemon fears a lot of things, most seem irrational, but his biggest fear is not being able to take care of his sister or be there for her when she needs him most. He also fears being alone, not just not having other people around, but not having someone truly understand him and see who he is.

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BACKGROUND INFORMATION:

• Where does even one begin to describe Haemon? One might start with how others think of him. He's delightful, fun, crazy, and an absolutely free spirit. He loves to tease his friends and make light of any situation, only wanting for other to smile and be happy. He's also a graceless creature, unlike his sister, but that's never stopped Haemon from dancing wildly or being himself. However, like all people, there is a part of the male very few get to see. He has a short temper and a deep sense of forlorn when anything goes wrong or left unto his own devices for too long, often blaming himself for things that are not always entirely his own fault. Yet, he combats this by surrounding himself with others and being quirky. Though if one thing is to be absolutely said about Haemon, don't upset his sister or make her cry because while she has her own way of doing things and getting back at someone, Haemon's the one you really have to look out for.

• Haemon, despite being a naturally lazy person, has oddly enough thrown himself into Track and Swim club, but he says there something about being in the water and running until you can't feel your body that is freeing. It also helps him maintain his health, mentally and physically. As for archery, well, why not? It's hella fun and despite his normally poor hand-eye coordination, he's actually very good at it.

• Haemon feeds people tidbits about his history, but doesn't like to tell the straight up story as he's not always proud of some of the things he's done in the past.

• Refer to Harmonia's profile for full bio, as it basically the same from his perspective with a few small things here and there.

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G i v e n N a m e:: Kastor Metzger
O t h e r N a m e s:: Kass, Papa Kass, Papa, Old Man, Executioner
A g e:: Forty-six
B i r t h d a y:: Happy Unbirthday to you!
E t h n i c i t y:: Outlander
H a i r C o l o r:: White
E y e C o l o r:: Pale blue.
H e i g h t:: Six foot five inches
W e i g h t:: Two hundred thirty-three pounds
S e x u a l i t y:: Homosexual



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L i k e s::
☑ Hunting
☑ Spending time with the Tea Party gang
☑ Long naps
☑ Keeping his existence secret
☑ The idea of being happy
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Unbalance of power amongst the royals
☒ Harm coming to his friends
☒ Someone using his trigger phrase
☒ People learning the truth about him
☒ That deep ache you get in your body when you lay down for bed
Q u i r k s:: Having once been the Executioner for the Queen of Hearts, hearing someone scream "Off with their heads!" will 'cause Kastor to assault the person near him simply out of muscle memory. // Having the incident with Cheshire Cat being brought up tends the make the man fluster and become embarrassed.
T a l e n t s:: Can use just about any weapon he can get his hands on // Excellent hunter // Green thumb // Can craft an assortment of trinkets, often working with wood and glass // Acrobatic, though not as spry as he use to be // etc.



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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Kastor is not an easy man to describe, but most know he can be rather serious and intimidating most of the time. This is not fault of his own, but it proves useful where his business is concerned, making it hard for enemies and the likes to find the c***k in his armor. He clearly also has no qualms about ending another life and often does not think twice on the matter, though for the sake of certain people he tries his best to not do so. However, Kass is a cold and calculating warrior, not one to easily be bested in a fight.

When not on business and relaxing with his allies, he appears to be a different man. Still stoic most of the time, he's very compassionate and tends to be a father figure to his peers, offering advice or caring for them. More times than not he will bring gifts to his friends when he visits them and endure whatever form of entertainment they wish to indulge in. As for the sexual and romantic front, the man will often try to court his object of affection before becoming physical. Of course, he does fall prey to lust every now and then, but that's only fulfilling for so long. He'd much rather have a serious partner rather than a quick hook-up.

H i s t o r y:: Kastor Metzger's origins are unknown to many, but those who are close to him know that the man is not originally from the common regions of Wonderland, instead he arrived from the Outlands as a youth. One might not be familiar with such an awful place, but it is a barren land with nothing but a few patches of wood here and there that contain fearsome beasts that makes the Jabberwockey seem like a common household pet. He makes no claim to familiar nor how he survived so long in such a place, but he recalls the day he found his way into the rest of Wonderland. He'd been discovered by a card of the Hearts kingdom and soon brought into their service shortly after. He did not start originally as an Executioner, but as a servant, scrubbing floors, helping the cooks, sharpening the cards' weapons and polishing their armor, a stable boy, and so on. However, it wasn't until there was an attempt on the Queen of Hearts that Metzger's future became clear as he dispatched the man without a second thought.
At this time Kastor was no more than seventeen and ready to serve his Queen. Why not? She cared for him and the thought of going back to what was out in the Outlands was not something he desired, so he spilled blood without question, whether it was right or not. However, his reputation was quick to spread like wild fire due to this and many had come to know better than displease those of Hearts royalty. That was until everything changed ten years when a girl appeared.
Alice, despite being a child had stood her ground against the queen and the man could not help but admire her fearlessness. Though her arrival also brought with it trouble and the Executioner's biggest humiliation. Having been directed to chop off the Cheshire's head, the Executioner found he could not. The beast had no body in which to disconnect the head from. The Queen and King argued with him about the matter, but he spoke against them, saying he could not and he would most certainly not begin to do such a thing in his life time. Alice the made mention the beast belonged to the Duchess, who at the time was being imprisoned by the Hearts. The man was ordered to bring the woman to them, but before he could go far, the feline had disappeared, leaving him and the king to search wildly for the beast. He had never lost his target before, but to have done so now, and more so to a cat, the man found himself deeply humiliated.
Despite the incident, the man worked for the King and Queen still, but their anger with him sent him seeking employment in the other kingdoms in case all had gone wrong with the Hearts.
Yet, the girl's departure seemed to stir something in the man, he could not say what, but eventually left the service of the kingdoms and was soon rumored to have been a victim of a snark. However, this is false and only those who had befriended Alice had come to know of the man's fate.
Since then Kastor has taken to living a quiet life in the very far edges of Tugley woods where very few go and occasionally visits those who are his friends and allies, often joining them in their tea parties and other ventures. However, he had spent a good deal of time trying to make things up to the Cheshire Cat who in turned on teased the man about that fateful day. But as time went on, the man had come to know the sons of his friends', often finding himself to be like an uncle to them, though he was not as close to them as he should've been. Then again, he wasn't use to children. When those whom were his friends came to pass, he mourned each of them and did his best to look out for their sons, acting as a hand in the dark and removing those who poses threats to them so they could continue on living happily. However, when the kingdom of Clubs fell, Kastor grew worried about the fate of Wonderland and the imbalance of power. What kind of future would it bring and how would it affect the lives of his allies and friends? Then something else came to pass not long after. Something in the air seemed to stir everything inside him. Recognizing the signs from prior years, he knew someone was coming, someone who could either fix everything or destroy it all. That's when he made a decision. It was time again for him to play his part and come out of hiding.

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Deimosxx"Dei"xxPhrixos

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G i v e n N a m e:: Demios Phrixos
O t h e r N a m e s:: Dei, Your Highness, etc.
A g e:: Thirty-three
B i r t h d a y:: Happy Unbirthday to you!
E t h n i c i t y:: Spade, born and bred
H a i r C o l o r:: Black.
E y e C o l o r:: White.
H e i g h t:: Six foot three inches
W e i g h t:: Two hundred twenty-five pounds
S e x u a l i t y:: Homosexual



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L i k e s::
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D i s l i k e s::
☒ same for here
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Q u i r k s:: Any nervous ticks? Particular behaviors?
T a l e n t s:: Anything cool, or even not so cool, that you can do? Hand stands, balance a spoon on your nose, impressive tap dancing skills? etc.



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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Upon initially seeing Deimos, one might think him a forlorn and melancholy creature, but such would be false, for appearances always are. Deimos, where his people are concerned has a firm hand in ruling and does not allow for deviation from his laws. Those who follow and obey know him as a strong and wondrous leader, knowing he'll do whatever it took to provide for them. As for those who go against his laws or even non-Spadesmen who oppose him, he always has his ways of handling the situation, be it a quiet hand in the dark or introducing them to what true suffering really tasted like.

Despite being such a cold disciplinarian, he's not all bad, as his bride knows. When it comes to him, Demios treats his beloved like a god, doting him with gifts and romantic gestures for the man is truly infatuated with the other. Then again, such is the way a spouse should be treated, in his book, for why would one treat their source of joy and affection as anything less?

H i s t o r y::
tab Deimos was born into Spade royalty, but he was not the only one, a twin brother, Phobos, accompanied him on his arrival. Both babes were strong and healthy, their parents doted upon them lovingly and never left them wanting for anything. No one would dare think of what one brother would do unto another in the years to come, but for now, all was well. The pair grew up with a close bond, almost impossible to separate without one or both bursting into tears and tantrums, but they were never alone, always having each other to go on adventures with or cause some sort of mischief.
tab When they came of age to be schooled, the pair found themselves with an assortment of tutors. They learned basic things such a reading and writing, math, and the history of Wonderland. Some sessions, however, were preparing them for the day one of them would be king. These classes Deimos took more seriously than his brother, though both were equally competitive when it came to learning how to fight and made a sport of it. However, his brother, would soon learn the consequences of not taking his studies more seriously.
tab The winter of their twelfth year arrived and with it came something colder than the ice itself, the king had already made up his mind about which of his sons would take the throne, but the walls have ears and word moved quickly. It was the beginning of the end the moment Phobos overheard, his jealousy and anger burned in him, for he was the eldest of the pair and so the throne belonged to him. And he was willing to do anything for it. Fortunately, he did not have to wait long as an opportunity presented itself.
tab Both brothers were permitted to ride on their own at such an age and often did so, even with the arrival of the cold weather. Upon this particular ride, the boys found their way to the Pool of Tears, the weather had frozen it over, leaving it with a icy surface to play upon. They left their horses at the water's edge and raced out, finding themselves slipping and sliding about on the cold. Phobos found himself genuinely have fun at first until he found something peculiar. The ice was thin and he found that pushing upon it make it crack and groan beneath his weight. There . . . This would be the place of his brother's demise. And so without another thought, he called to his twin, daring him to come catch him as he pulled back away from the thin patch of ice so he would not fall in when his brother did. Deimos, who gave no sign of being aware of Phobos' attempt, only laughed and ran towards his twin.
tab The unfortunate thing about Phobos' plan was that whilst Deimos did love his brother deeply, he also knew him better than anyone else. He could see the darkness that lingered in the depths of his heart, the intentions he planned for Deimos. He was all too aware of thin patch of ice. Still, he would not let his brother succeed or give him a chance to make a successful attempt. So he went to his brother, avoiding the spot his brother so desperately wanted him to step upon and smiled as he reached out to him and touched his arm.
tab "Caught you."
tab In that moment, they both seemed to understand that only one of them would be going home and the other would be left here to perish in the cold. That idea seemed to anger and yet excite Phobos enough to grab at his brother, and soon led to the boys quarreling for over several minutes. Their fight not some average tussle like one would expect from children, but a skillful exchange of blows as beautiful and graceful as a dance. Though such a performance would not end well and it wasn't long before the fate of one became clear to them both.
tab A sweeping leg felled a small body, that thin patch of ice shattering beneath the other and letting him fall into the depth that awaited him beneath. The victor watched as the other struggled to get out and pushed the other back down each time he tried to surface. Realizing he could not escape through the only opening in the ice, the other brother tried his damndest to try and find another place in the ice to break through and escape. He who stood above the cold layer watched as the other swarm about in the icy waters, slamming and beating upon the ice to try and find his escape. But there was none. The cold was becoming too much for the little body and the air was short lived, both knew what was coming. The other could fight all he want, but there would be no escape. And so he who stood the victor knelt upon the ice, leaning down to place a kiss upon it where beneath the other's face lied. One finally act of love before he watched his brother succumb to the Pool of Tears, the life fading from the pale hues that mirrored his own.
tab Once certain the other was done for, the surviving twin ran back to the horses, mounting one before he raced back home where he ran to his parents with a cry that Phobos had been the one to suffer such a fate. Many ran to the Pool of Tears, each trying to reach the body beneath the ice in hopes of saving him, but alas, by the time they pulled him out, they were aware that there was nothing they could do.
tab Those in the palace mourned for many weeks, the whole kingdom feeling their suffering and cried with them.

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Name
tab >>Gabriel Adams
Age
tab >>Forty-five
Where you are from
tab >>Small village of Helmfirth located in the Northern Kingdom of Assenia
Occupation
tab >>Wandering spell-caster and apothecary.
Bio
tab >>Born in village of Helmfirth to a pauper and his wife, Gabriel was destined to live his life with the burden of poverty. Fortunately, his parents did not keep him, instead leaving him in the hands of the chantry where he was raised in their orphanage. Of course, he was well known for odd happenings in his earlier years, but as he grew he came to understand why. He was special and different from the other children there. He was a spell-caster and such was often looked down upon within the chantry. With the truth of his difference known to him, Gabriel was brought away from the orphanage and moved to a guild where the young male was initiated into a brotherhood know as the Sons of Utris, the goddess of mysticism. Their purpose was to keep order by vanquishing those who were in league with evil and to learn from those who were willing to share their secrets.
He spent many years focused on his studies and training, even traveling with veteran brothers to accomplish the many tasks and missions the brotherhood had been given. Of course this lead to the male's current injuries. There was a particularly rough fight with a werewolf, resulting in the loss of vision in his right eye along with facial scarring and shattered knee cap that left him with a permanent limp. However, that was the end of his work in the field, leaving him to become a scribe for the brotherhood though it meant being cooped up and unable to help others as he once had.
After a number of years, Gabriel resigned from his guild and moved on to a nomadic life, having long missed the sense of adventure he use to experience in his youth and aiding others all the while.
Three likes
tab >>Wine, a good book, and long naps
Three dislikes
tab >>Having his naps disturbed, aches and pain in his knee, and misuse of magic
Who controls me
tab >>BLStoner

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Name
tab >>Coinín Ailbhe
Age
tab >>Twenty-five
Where you are from
tab >>Drenlisk, one of the major cities in the southern kingdom of Derruk // Birth place is unknown // Current resident of Ferna
Occupation
tab >>Ex-pit dog, scavenging beggar.
Bio
tab >> The circumstances of Coinín's birth is unknown, even to the male himself, his earliest memories being that of fear. He had been but a boy when he was introduced into the world of dog fighting, but not the kind one would expect. Those born of a canine nature, like himself, had their humanity beaten from them until only wild animals were left, then they were pitted against each other. The men who owned them sought monetary gain, their blood for a pieces of gold.
For years this was Coinín's life and he was so very good at it. There had been no mercy or compassion, just rabid rage and a taste for blood. The wiser gamblers kept their own dogs from him for he had become a feared name in such a dark world, only leaving hopeful idiots and cocky coinpurses to challenge him. Made his master rather rich and gave him many enemies, one in particular whom would get back at him.
Coinín was about twenty-three when he fought his last battle, his opponent's master had been a nobleman from the royal bloodline, some second cousin to the king of Derruk. The man's mutt died at Coinín's hands, dead under just three minutes. Of course there was no sportsmanship in about accepting his loss, only threats about having Coinín's master jailed or killing the dog himself. The man wanted his revenge for such a humiliating defeat and he had it. His pound of flesh in the form of Coinín's arm, rendering the mutt useless to his master. Despite all the mutt had done, he found himself thrown out like trash. He had no care what the wild beast would do, who it would hurt, or if it would survive at all. Coinín meant nothing now that he was broken.
Two moons would pass before the wild beast would fall ill, infection having eaten at tissue where an elbow had once been connected. He may have very well died, but the gods had looked at him with eyes of fortune that day and blessed him with the meeting of an elderly man. Altarin Lemsbrooke, a retired healer who had nothing but time on his hands. The man took him in and saved him, though it meant losing more of his already damaged limb, even took the time to tame the wild one. It took several moons, but the things that had once been stolen from him had been returned. Kindness, compassion, and a sense of right and wrong. All gifts, as the man once said.
During the month of the eighteenth moon, it seemed darkness had crawled back into his life to reclaim him, but at the expense of the old man. His time in this world was up, leaving Coinín alone once more, but the man did not leave without bestowing two more gifts upon him. The first were words of hope, that just because his life was at its end did not meant it was the same for the dog. His life was just beginning and there was so much to learn and to be seen, more gifts to be had such as love and wonder. And as for the second gift, the man gave him a name, Coinín. It meant little wolf or even rabbit, but it felt fitting. Predator and prey, just as he had been. The man drew his last breath shortly after, leaving the mutt to mourn the only person who had cared for him, the only person who had become his family.
The beast left the home he had once shared with the old man, but he clung to his words and all the man had done for him. He was determined to try and be normal, to be human and to live his life with his freedom. Yet, change is a hard thing, the mutt soon finding safety and comfort in an odd little village along the forest path. Ferna. It charmed him with its people, those who had a similar condition to his own and it was the perfect place to learn about new things from travelers who passed through with their many stories. More importantly, it felt like home to him. Since then, he lingers about the village, no roof over his head and what few clothes he has on his back, but that's just fine by him.
Three likes
tab >> Stories, new things, and hot meals
Three dislikes
tab >>Full and new moons, reverting to his old pit-dog ways, and being alone.
Who controls me
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▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : N//A xxxx▌ ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ : Day One
▌ ｏｏｃ : N//A

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▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : N//A xxxx▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ : House Of - Bullets
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : N//A xxxx▌ ａｔｔｉｒｅ : Day One
▌ ｏｏｃ : N//A

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The freeze air carrying a fresh flurry of snow whipped in the air about them, the cold biting at their faces and burning their poor lungs with each breath. They had been up here for weeks hunting a wendigo which had torn apart a group of teenagers who had been vacationing in a family owned lodge. Even the authorities who had come to investigate their disappearances had been turned into a fresh meal for the beast. It was uncertain what brought about this creature, but it was not completely foreign to the sixteen year old red head. He had read about these creatures many times and had encountered similar beasts, but the others made it clear that even so, Gabriel was not to fight it if he found himself confronted.

The wendigo was a creature created from cannibalism, the spirit of the beast possessing those who resorted to such an act for survival and with it came changes. The bodies would grow to be emaciated and bones elongated, skin turning pale and grey as teeth became perfect for devouring flesh. The unfortunate thing was neither blade nor bullet would stop them, as they seemed to have an armored hide, but burn that away and they were easy to slay. The true blessing, however was the poor vision. So as long as you didn't move, they couldn't see you.

Joining his brothers and sisters at the fire, the young spellcaster closed his eyes and listened solely to the sounds of the woods around them. It wasn't hard to pick out what was out there, the sounds of hooves moving through the blanket of snow, paws padding along, and the birds . . . He couldn't hear them. And the animals, they weren't just going about their daily lives, they were running. His breathing hitched, opening his eyes to look about wildly, seeking any sign of it, but a hand found itself on his shoulder, not only making him jump, it made him redirect his attention.

"Avontis, it's-"

"I know."

The man at his side held a look of concern in those soft grey hues, the aged face trying to mask it with apathy. "But we mustn't get riled up, it will only cloud your mind and make you reckless with fear." The young male nodded in agreement, realizing the man was right, but wasn't he always? Ever since joining this particular group, he had come to idolize the older male, trying to learn what he could from him. After all, Avontis had seen a great deal in his days, had battled all manner of creatures and here he was. So he had to be doing something right.

"Good, now relax, but keep your guard up. Who knows when it will come for us." Gabriel found the thought to be a bitter one, but knew there was no stopping this. The beast had to be slain, but they could not just charge at it and hope for the best. It needed to make the first move, then they would follow. But how long would they be waiting? And what happened if something went wrong? He pursed his lips, brows furrowing as he stared intently into the fire.

Time trickled by at a pace that once could only describe as agonizing, the fire dwindled down and was in need of being fed again. "We'll need to get more wood," Ygsmar, a burly man with the braided blonde beard and a bald dome, had spoken. Everyone seemed to wordlessly agree on the matter, but it was Avontis who turned to Gabriel. "Why don't you gather us some more wood?" The boy sat there staring at the other as if he was mad, but he knew he couldn't say no. He didn't understand why he was being volunteered, especially with that thing out there, but they had been okay this far, had they not?

Without another word, Gabriel rose to his feet and made off to gather wood, but finding dry wood in this weather would not be an easy feat. And though he had tried to stay near the camp, he'd been forced to stray from it to find what he sought. He had to admit he did not like this in the least, fearful of what lingered out here with him. Moments passed and the young man had found some wood to take back, his hands reaching out for another fallen branch when he froze. It suddenly felt as if ice water flowed through his veins, his body frozen in place as something moved in the snow behind him.

Huff, huff, wheeze . . .

Then it sounded, that unholy cry that could not be mistaken for anything but a monstrosity. It was here, so close to him he could feel and smell its foul breath. Our Father which art in Heaven, hollow be thy name . . . He began to pray in his mind, trying not to shake as he heard it inch closer, fearful of it touching him and recognizing he was not just another tree or bush, but a living and breathing thing. It seemed like an eternity, but he could hear other footsteps, the heavy boot fall that of his brethren. The Lord be praised. He waited with baited breath, soon hearing the movement stop before he heard someone shout, "Aduro!"

A horrible howl escaped the creature as it was blasted over the young teen's head, crashing into the thick body of a tree. However, he found himself staring at the creature, unable to look away as it thrashed about in agony. It was as if he was stuck there, his body and brain disconnected and before long the beast was up again. And it was looking right at him. Eyes grew wide, arms throwing themselves up defensively across his body as his comrades screamed for him. But it was too late, the willowy creature had lunged, those fierce claws extended . . .

"Ahh!" A cry of agony escaped the aged male, a hand firmly clasped over the marred flesh upon the right side of this face. The old wounds screamed as if they were fresh, leaving the man discomforted. It had been years since he dreamed of such events, so why did they come to him now? He mulled over his thoughts for an answer, but finding none he was forced to push the thought away, instead focusing on leaving the bed and preparing for the day ahead of him.

There was a reason the man had come here to Riddle Manor and it wasn't due to the positive reviews given by those who had stayed here prior. There was talk of some sort of mystery with in these walls, such possibly concerning the entity who did dwell within these halls. Though having only arrived last night, Gabriel had yet to see any evidence of anything truly strange. Yes, there were oddities to be witnessed, but nothing that demanded his attention, save perhaps the master of the estate. Though such was perhaps due to his own mere curiosity as why the individual kept away.

Once dressed, the male took up his faithful cane and departed from his room in order to seek out the library. He had yet a chance to peek inside the supposed room, but it would be a place to begin searching for the answers he sought concerning the manor and its rumors. Though would such material actually reside there? Hmm. That was definitely worth a moment of pause, needing to consider a plan B if the information wasn't available in any of the printed text. Guess he could check in with the others who had taken shelter here and see if they knew anything note worthy, but such a method was not very reliable.

The man considered his options as he moved further along, soon picking up the sound of many voices as he approached the foyer. Oh? He certainly did not expect such a room to be so lively. Several individuals came into his line of sight, the man eyeing each carefully a moment to get a read on the social gather, though it proved there seemed to be trouble and a familiar scent tickled his senses. Were it not for the situation already being handled, he may have very well stepped in to lend aid.

Deciding he had his own matters to tend, he made for the door to the library and entered, quickly surprised by the mere size of it. It had been some time since he had seen a personal library of this size. Never the less, part of him felt a tickle of giddiness in his gut as he shut the door behind him and proceeded further in. A lover of books, Gabriel was already to plan quite a bit of time in here, if not searching for answers, then to browse the collections lining the many shelves. It would be interesting to see which he had yet to lay his eyes upon.

However, before he could begin seeking out what he needed, he found he was not alone in the massive room. He really shouldn't have been surprised, but considering the grouping outside he figured others would have vacated to watch. Heh. Perhaps he was being a little foolish to assume as much. After all, he had chosen to bypass it and come here, had he not?

Moving to take residence upon one of the few benches that did dwell between the many globes in the room, the man took a moment to remove his jacket and laid it over his lap like one would a throw blanket before raising a gloved hand. "Arcesso libro." The uttered words caused one of the many aged texts fly from their place of rest upon the wall and into the appendage of the seated spellcaster. The single amber hue took a moment to observe the embossed letters upon the leather spine. Ah, a histories of the area, how perfect. Clad digits quickly opened the book and began to drink in the text inside with hope there would be useful information for his investigation.


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▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Room > Foyer > Library
▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ : Mystic's - Dance
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : Alone > Grouping > A lone individual
▌ ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ : Spellcaster's Garb
▌ ｏｏｃ : Sorry for the weird, ramble-y post.

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▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : N//A xxxx▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ : On the - Dashboard xxxx
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : N//A xxxx▌ ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ : Day One
▌ ｏｏｃ : N//A



"Appearance?"
What you see is what you get, except that my hair isn't actually blue, it's naturally a strawberry blonde, but more on the red side. I dye my hair and tint both my brows and lashes or I break out the brow pencil and some mascara. Don't judge, have you see me what I look like without it? No, and you don't want to. Also, though you can't really see them, I do have some super, super faded stretch marks from when I use to be fat as a kid. Once I got all fit, my grandma brought over this weird naturopathic cream stuff and it's almost completely gotten rid of them. So, now you can only see them if you're looking closely with a bright light source, otherwise you'd never know they were there. Aren't grandparents the best?
"Username?"
BLStoner is the man with a plan.
"Name?"
My name is Elliot Lowry and don't you forget it!
"Age?"
I am twenty-two years old and not getting any older.
Race: Vampyre - Newborn
"Gender?"
My medical records say male, or at least I hope they do.
"Sexuality?"
I like men, got a problem with that?
"Personality?"
Most people tell me I act like a wickedly smart guy, but I'm also the wall flower type. I'm not big on being social with strangers, but once you get to know me, I just blossoms into a big ray of sunshine. I'm quirky and have a love for old films and television shows, such as Buck Rodgers, any Alfred Hitchcock film, and so on. I'm also a pretty big dork who will pinch every penny just to have the best cosplay and tells the weirdest jokes, I even makes references to stuff that most people wouldn't get. Also, don't get me started on Pokemon or astrology, I'll go on forever about those things. However, I'm extremely loyal and protective of those who are close to me and to mess with them is just asking to get your a** kicked.
"Weapons?"
My only weapon is my ability to be sassy. Otherwise, not much of a fighter, unless you count sissy slapping. Okay, I take that back, I can sort of defend myself, but I really don't like to be violent.
"Powers?"
Um, I don't know? I tend to think I have great intuition, but given a few nights ago . . . I don't know.
"Weaknessess?"
Oh wow, uh, where do I begin? I guess being human . . . or well, I guess not, but you know the whole feeling-touchy part of humanity? Yeah, that. Then I guess the typical vampyre stuff and other things. Hey, do I look like a doctor? Or . . . Or a scientist? I don't know what makes me weak, I'm still figuring things out.
"Homtown?"
Uh, I guess I'd have to say . . . Sherborne, England? I mean, I lived in a lot of places that are a "Hometown" to me, so I guess I'll just go with that one.
"Team?"
Seattle Seahawks. Oh, wait, you meant something else by that, right? My bad. Uh . . . Honestly, the only team I'm on is the one where I stay alive.
"Job?"
I am- Or well, was, working in one of those Wiccan or what they like to call "Metaphysical" shops as a stock boy, but you know, now with the whole vamp thing I don't know if I'll burst into flames during the day time or what. So . . . I'm probably going to be unemployed real soon.
"Bio?"
I was born in Sherborne, England. It was where my American mother met my father Richard who was also born and raised in England. Of course, we only lived there until I was a year old before moving to the states. It was mainly because Mary-Ann's, my mom, mother was in the hospital. It was a few months before she passed, cutting the already short family tree even shorter.
Yet, we settled in and whatnot. I went to the best schools for the first few years of life, but then money got short and we couldn't get into the private schools anymore. However, that was my last year of junior high. For high school, I attended public, easily acing all my classes and even joined in a few clubs at the school. But I never made any friends doing these things, instead I found myself the victim of the high school hierarchy.
When graduation came around, I had a couple scholarships and headed of for the state university where I joined a fraternity house full of people like me. All a bunch of smart, yet silly guys who didn't mind running around dressed up as their favorite characters and having nightly debates over Star Trek and Star Wars. It was all great until we became the target of other frats. The egging of our frat house was one thing, but public displays of humiliation in front of peers was enough to chase away pledges and those who were already part of the fraternity.
And to think that was just the first two years. Eventually it got really bad and I had to drop out. I went through life being bullied for being a butterball and even though I worked hard to change my looks, it's like I was still that fat kid all the time. So, just figured I'd move on with my life.
I came here, got a job at the metaphysical shop and sometimes did side jobs like pizza delivery or whatnot just to help pay bills. It's been a simple life, but three nights ago sort of changed that. Thought I met the hottest guy ever, but dude was a serious biter, and not in the good way . . . Anyways, now I'm in a shitty situation and I don't know what to do.
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▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ : Manticore - Hunter
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : N//A
▌ ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ : Modesty
▌ ｏｏｃ : N//A.


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"Ss-aa-ff-ee-tt-yy . . . Safety-dance!"

It may have been early morning, but it was never too early for the ever popular new wave sound of Men Without Hats. Or at least that's what the sleeping mass buried beneath the pile of bedding wished to believe. The reality was that he wished to smash the source of this upbeat sound and then doze off until noon, but his adult responsibilities required him to get out of bed and get ready to start his day. Ugh. How many more years did he have until retirement? Twenty? Thirty? Damn, he was old if he was that close.

Realizing he was getting off track, long limbs finally emerging from the maroon cotton sea and turned up the volume just a bit. The jubilant sound was gonna be his substitute for his bitter liquid drug until he got around to making it and would stop him from doing what he wished he could do. Untangling himself, the male eventually sauntered into the bathroom where his morning ritual began with emptying a full bladder and then getting into the shower where he jacked the water as hot as it'd go. Twenty minutes and a steamy room later, the forty-six year old was brushing his teeth, combing his hair and more importantly applied his deodorant. People never realized how extremely important the latter was. No one wanted to to sit next to the stink king. No one.

After that he was quick to dress for the day and turning off the clock radio, Kass hit up the kitchen for the much needed cup of coffee before collecting the essentials and left his home. During his time in Primrosia, he had lived in a hotel, an apartment, in the local bed and breakfast, and now he had his own house. Well, not entirely, he was renting it from old lady Tanner in order to pay off the last of what he owed on the house before the title would have his name on it. Normally this wasn't how things worked out, but Mrs. Tanner trusted him and vice versa. Yet, the house was closer to the bar where he worked and being closer meant he could get a lot more hours in. More hours, more money. Woohoo.

There was no mistaking the old two story brick colonial building with the blade sign announcing you were at Bad Dog's Bar & Grill. It was one of the more popular places in town which was great for a more laid back gatherings except the weekends when business picked up and things got more lively. They had local bands, good food, fun and classic drinks, and great staff. The interior itself was pretty open, the bar was against the back wall and could sit quite a few people, in the forward left corner was a raised stage for bands or other performers to stand. To the right was a staircase leading up to what they called 'the game loft' which had pool, Foosball, darts, and a couple pinball machines while overlooked the entirety of the main floor, except the kitchen which was directly below the loft. Still, plenty of space for dining, dancing, and all sorts of fun. It was probably Kass' favorite workplace by far.

"Yo, old man, what's up?" The young voice always greeted Kass in the same manner every time he came in, reminding the man of their age difference, though to be fair Kass was old enough to be the guy's dad. Yet, he got him back by calling him things like 'kid', 'pipsqueak', and 'child'. "Hey, Jacob. Finished restocking the bar?" The young male seemed to look stunned before looking at the bar for several moments, almost as if he had forgotten entirely what his job entailed, though he seemed to recover fairly quick and nodded confidently. "Oh, uh, yeah, yeah." Fingers ran through the short curly dishwater blond mop on his head in attempt to play the whole moment off before leaning against the old oak counter top, but his delay made Kass raise a brow. "Really? 'Cause you didn't seem for certain there. Maybe you should double check while I check in with Candice." Kass shrugged nonchalantly and took a few steps towards the door leading into the kitchen, but he didn't get far before Jacob was waving a hand as to dismiss the suggestion. "Nah, nah. It's all good here, I swear it. I mean, if you come back here later and it's not, then I'll come to work in a dress for a week." Oh, that was far too good an offer to pass up. "Alright, I'll hold you to it." And with that the man made his way into the kitchen to check up with the rest of the gang.

Thirty minutes passed with last minute clean up and prep before Kass switched the bar sign on to 'open' and in came the first few customers of the day. Every morning at eight the joint opened even though they didn't serve breakfast, but some folks liked to start early on their drinking and others liked to pick up lunch before work, not that he blamed them given they had some great menu choices. Yet, it was good to see the familiar faces of Primrosia and today definitely felt like it was gonna be a good one.



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▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Bad Dog Bar & Grill xxxx▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ :Simple - Lovin'
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : Local folk & staff xxxx▌ ａｔｔｉｒｅ : Day One
▌ ｏｏｃ : Sorry for taking so long to finally get around to posting. Just a little rusty. On another note, hello everyone.

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Name: Kastor Metzger
Age: Forty-six
Gender: Male
Species: Larcasian
Birthplace: In the fields not far from the location of the Magical Spring
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Career: Nomad // Lone survivor of the Xendas clan
Fealty: Whoever best appeals to his morals.
Family:
Deceased: Shria Mavona // Mother, Elbans Metzger // Father, Tallis Metzger // Younger sister, Stroum Metzger // Uncle, Merici Metzger // Aunt.
Alive: Kordonis Alveraz // Adopted brother / enemy.
Alliances: Anyone who doesn't get in his way.
Magical Specialty: Detect life (Sense others)
Weapon: Keeps a unique long bow and a Guan Dao
Skills: Possess a number of domestic skills such as cooking, sewing, aid, and so on. He's also a skilled hunter and fisher, though if given his choice he'd stick with his natural talent in agriculture. When it comes to violence, he's well versed in many weapons and unarmed fighting, but prefers bows and pole weapons.
Personality: While the man can appear intimidating at first, Kass is actually quite a big teddy bear and mother hen in one. He's a gentle soul and quite generous, even when he has nothing but the shirt on his back to give. There are few times that the man ever says 'no' to those closest to him, making him easily manipulated in most instances, but do not take him for a fool. However, he has a knack for knowing when someone is hiding something or holds ill-intent and can tell such from the first meeting. Consider it a sixth sense if you will. However, as kind as he is, Kass has his darker side too.
Biography: The air was warm with the rays of the summer sun and every now and then a breeze would roll by to cool those who had rested in the tall fields not too far from a sacred place. It was here that Kastor Metzger was born to Shria Mavona of Thalassia and Elbans Metzger, a nomadic mixed breed of Larcasian people. His looks would take after that of his father, the strong jaw and the goofy smile where his eye crinkled with genuine happiness along with those chocolate colored locks, but the fairness of his skin and hauntingly pale eyes would be his mother's doing. As his parents had claimed over many years, they had never seen a baby boy as beautiful as theirs.
x Life as a nomad was perhaps the greatest experience, each new town or land taught the child something new and soon he was not alone in these wonders. By the age of five Kastor he would have someone else to share the world with, her vibrant pink eyes unlike anything he'd ever seen before and her hair like gold. She would be the only girl he'd ever love and her name was Tallis Metzger.
x As time went on, the pair became thick as thieves and often ran off to explore and adventure, often pretending to find rare artifacts, though such came in the form of long sticks or cool looking rocks. They never had a worry and life was good. Perhaps the only trouble they had in those years was Kass' oddly greying hair, chocolate turning to snow white after just a few more years. To the elders of the clan, it was a sign of misfortune to come.
x Kass' fifteenth winter had come early that year as they passed through his mother's homeland, the cold seeming especially bitter this time. Though, no amount of ice or snow would chill him as much as what he saw as his clan passed the Frozen Lake. For a land with so little color, he had never seen so much of it than that day. It was a deep red that seemed to taint the pure colored land like a sickness. He remember his parents ushering him and his sister inside their caravan, to stay put and wait. It seemed like an eternity before the door opened and in came someone wearing that gory hue. It was a boy no older than Kass, his face tear stained, but blank as if someone had sucked the soul out of him. Despite this display, Kass felt as if something was wrong, something this boy wasn't sharing . . .
x As time passed, the feeling about Kordonis Alveraz, the boy who lost everything, had been forgotten. He had become part of the family now and the Metzgers did their best to make him feel comfortable and to put his past sorrows behind him. Life seemed to resume its pleasantness and before long another summer had arrived and with it came Kass' last birthday as a boy. Not all nomadic clans took part in a rite of passage ritual, but the Xendas people prided themselves upon it and for one year the boy would be sent off to survive on his own in the four kingdoms before returning as a man. It was to assure that future generations would have to skill to overcome any situation and keep the people strong. The best part was that the day of the return there would be a huge celebration and a special ceremony where ink would be embedded into the skin in the form of the clan crest. There was no greater pride than that.
x Yet, there would be no celebration, no badge of pride inked into the skin. Not even a smiling face to greet Kastor at the year's end of his journey. Having fought the coldest chill of Thalassia, the harsh rays of the Ignius Aesma, the rough terrain of Istarazil, and poverty and wild beasts of Ventiaus, none of it would prepare him for what he would face. The scene before him as unforgiving as it was, was all too familiar. There was so much red. It seemed to be the only color he could see, even as he trekked through these grounds of slaughter. Who would do this? Why? What harm had his people ever done? Yet, his gut churned as an ill idea came to mind. There had only been one other time he had seen this, one person who had survived this. His horror and heartbreak had been pushed aside as the urgency to find Kordonis, but even as he came face to face with the atrocious gaze of death upon those he loved, he could not find the one he sought. That is when he knew. That traitor, that liar, that . . . That monster! Such anger filled him, but it was sorrow that brought him to his knees, that made him wept until he could no more. Happy birthday, dearest Kastor . . .
x As the last of the Xendas clan, he took the burden of seeking revenge, but the creators of their world did not see fit to grant it to him despite the years he spent chasing it. It was only in the temple Ignius Aesma that he was blessed with the strength to forgive himself and to move forward, discarding his darkest desire and all the hurt in his heart. And for the first time it years, it was like he could breath again. Since then, he has wandered alone from kingdom to kingdom, desiring nothing more than to live his life as he should.
Other: The Xendas clan is aptly named after the man who started it all, though their origins were not that of a their recent status, but were instead were a group of traveling highwaymen and mercenaries, but their criminal ways changed a hundred years later when great-great granddaughter had taken control after the fearsome band had suffered a plague of Rot (This is similar to Septicemic plague). What was left of the clan became focused on survival which created traditions that would last hundred of years and strengthening their faith in hopes it would protect them from suffering such disaster ever again. Now due to the events of twenty some years ago, the clan is all but gone, except for Kass.
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▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : N//A xxxx▌ ａｔｔｉｒｅ : Day One
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Zinaida . . . Zinaida . . . Zinaida. Weird ******** name, but whatever, he could deal with it, but the offered nickname was nice. Definitely would be easier to pronounce if he was stoned out of his gourd. He brought a hand up, taking his cigarette between his index and middle digits and inhaled his first drag. The burning in his throat and then deep into his lungs was most welcoming, that lovely taste of poison made all the sweeter. However, it also gave him a moment to think over what else she had said. What the flying ******** did she mean? Probably drugs. The answer was always drugs.

Slowly exhaling smoke through his nose, he moved to scratch his chin as he listened to her thoughts on mint, but more importantly, she confirmed that there was a bar.



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▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Hallway of a train car xxxx▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ : Drugs - Sober - Me - Up
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : Strange pale girl with a Z name of some sort.xxxx▌ ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ : Day One
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Name: Nicodemos De Luca
Age: Thirty-nine
Gender: Male
Species: Larcasian
Birthplace: Gold Crest, Ignius Aēsma
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Appearance: Nico stands at six foot five inches and weighs about two hundred twenty-four lbs, leaving his well toned thanks to his hard work and his love of dance. Of course, considering he quite literally plays with fire, he does have his share of burn scars, most small and usually on his arms or legs, but he also has one the size of his hand on the right flank. There are also some scars from his days of battle, but nothing major. Other than that, there's a tattoo on his left shoulder of a tribal flame as to represent his homeland.
Career: Fire dancer, but when not dancing he bounces between farming and cultivating crops. Ex-soldier for the Ignius Aēsmain army.
Fealty: Despite having once served his country in battle, he considers himself a neutral party, not wanting to get involved again in the war between his homeland and Thalassia.
Family:
Alive: Amaia De Luca // Mother, Dion De Luca // Father
Alliances: Anyone and everyone is a friend of Nico's, unless they're a threat to his family.
Magical Specialty: Pyrokinesis (Fire Control)
Weapon: Twin Khopesh swords and bolas
Skills: Obviously fire dancing, animal breeding and care, well versed in horticulture, cooking, making bolas and hunting traps, some degree of contortion and acrobatics, and disappointing his mom.
Personality: Nico is a friendly guy and very laid back while doing his best to make ends meet. However, like his people, he is very passionate about the things in his life, like his dancing. Yet, as carefree as the man seems, he's also very cautious given his country is caught in a war with the cunning people of Thalassia. Other than that, he's quite a flirt and a tease, enjoying the sight of flushed cheeks and coy smiles, but he's not the settling type, at least until he finds The One. So, don't be surprised if he has multiple partners at the same time.
Biography: Within the cool confines of Gold Crest, a city hidden within the dunes of the Ignius Aēsma desert, Nico would be the only son of Dion and Amaia De Luca. However, they could not be more proud of how beautiful and healthy their child was. It was almost as if the dragoness herself had blessed them. Yet, as the boy grew they learned more and more each day about what a handful he'd be, his young spirit raged like a wild fire that could not be controlled. Such even reflected in his powers when they came to him at the age of ten, his flames burning blue with such heat and life. Of course, learning to control said powers often came with consequences in the form of the occasional burn.
By the age of fifteen he had mastered the basics of his gift, for you did not control the flame, but rather it controlled you. Or at least that's what his father had always preached. Though, despite having the upper hand over the flame, there was something amiss when he used it. It was only after they moved to the city of Ignacia that he saw what it was. Dancing. People had learned to use the fire as an art, the natural flow of energy from body and soul to the fire held him deeply entranced. So, every day since then, he spent hours practicing, wanting his fire to memorize others as those of the dancers had done unto him. Besides, a blue blaze dancer? Who ever had seen such a thing?
It would be six more years before the boy had mastered another skill, using the art of dance to earn coin in the streets when he wasn't working along side his father to harvest crops or herding animals. His mother disapproved of his dancing, however, considering she feared it was just some wild dream he was chasing after. Yet, that was what being young was for, dreaming and living life, so along as it made him happy, his mother's disapproval didn't discourage him.
At the age of twenty-five, that young farming dancer was soon drafted into Ignius Aēsmain war where he stayed for seven years before coming home after having a mental break one day. Then again, wouldn't you after seeing what he had? When he got home, his parents had greeted him with welcoming arms and let Nico take his time getting use to normal life as he worked once more along side his father. Yet, when life gives you a true passion, you'll always find your way back to it and before long he returned to dance. There was always joy to be had in the manipulation of the flames and quick, yet skillful movements he displayed to the street crowds. Before long, it was like Nico was his old self again.
Another year passed in the city's capital and with it came the ailment of his father. There was little the healers could do, but one offered a suggestion of moving to Oasis Lake, for the air there would be good for the old man, so with hope in their hearts, they picked up and left the city. The new town proved to be quite a lovely sight and far better for growing crops and raising animals. Plus, there was still and opportunity to do what Nico loved most.
The healer's suggestion proved to be of great benefit to Dion's health and before they knew it, he was back on his feet with his hands in the sand, planting anything and everything he could. Since then, the De Luca family has enjoyed their new home, made good money off their farming, and Nico, in particular, has been having fun with the boys about town.
Other: Nico has never left his homeland, but one day hopes to as to share his art with others. Also, despite admitting to his mother that he was interested in men, she still nags him about giving her grandchildren.
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▌ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : N//A xxxx▌ ｍｕｓｉｃ : Word - Back In Business
▌ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ : N//A xxxx▌ ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ : Day One
▌ ｏｏｃ : N//A.