PIU Profiles
-Username:
Veryss Baalzamon
-Name:
Heptophomet
-Nicknames:
Boss, Chief, Toph, Demon, Hellspawn, etc...
-Age:
She looks around 20-25...
-Gender:
Female
-Race:
Demon, kind unknown.
-Availability:
Single.
-Sexuality:
Straight
-Job/What You Are:
Leader of the PIU.
-Weapon(s):
Aside from the normal PIU armaments, she carries a pair of powerful pistols, a couple revolvers (for good luck), and has a sword on her somewhere, just in case.
-Abilities:
Other than the magics and enhanced abilities, she doesn't seem to have any. Then again, she probably has them, but doesn't use them.
-Personality:
Toph seems surprisingly ... normal ... for what she is. She talks like a woman, acts like a woman, and at least resembles a woman. This seems to weird people out, figuring since she's a demon she should act like one. Toph has a deep sense of loyalty for her friends and the agents under her, and is no stranger to a kind word. However, she can be strict when necessary, and is surprisingly strong-willed.
-Bio:
Toph's past appears to be under heavy confidentiality. Nobody's sure if even Jack knows much, if any. This isn't to say it's in some file marked: EYES ONLY. You will not find it in any form, dossier, cabinet, or folder. This has been the catalyst of several rumors concerning the very subject. Many people make up stories, mix them with facts that they gleaned from listening to her, and then repeat them to anyone who will listen. Rather than being offended, Toph enjoys these stories, sometimes even adding some more flair. She gets excited every time a new rumor floats around, and loves when new agents come in and ask "Did you really...!?" or something related.
What is known is that Toph met Jack sometime back, the circumstances weren't exactly clear, but both had the same general idea from the corruption and fear they witnessed that something had to be done. So, after many years of work, the PIU was formed, with "Boss" (As Toph was called) and Jack at the head of the operation. It's been that way since.
-Appearance:
What exact kind of demon she happens to be is unknown. She was once depicted as a terrifying succubus-like creature disguised as a highly attractive woman. Then again, the art of the period made it even more terrifying.
Though she looks something like one, she is not a succubus, and hates being compared to them.
Her true form is nothing as depicted, in fact it's quite the opposite. Her real form looks something like an oversized, hairless faun, much more attractive than the analogy gives credit for.
Toph's face is mystical and womanish, but still young; the face of someone who is at peace. Her lips are full and used to smiling and her ears are slightly pointed.
Her hair is a ravenesque black, her eyes, however, are catlike and yellow. Certainly striking, but far less evil than one would assume they should appear.
Her skin, whereas it used to be a dark reddish, is now a fair, almost powder-blue. How this happened is unknown. Her other features include her double-jointed legs ending in cloven hooves, her tail, which is very different from a faun's or other demon's (being that it's a straight, hairless tail, and does not end in a spade), and lastly, her horns, which are actually colored similarly to her skin, though not covered by skin. The horns grow darker closer to the tips.
She wears much different clothes than as seen in the pic. A big surprise is that she doesn't really dress up in the office. Just jeans and a t-shirt would do for her.
-Other:
Her car is quite a job: Outside, Interior. Now which one's the oil slick...
-Username: Ivar the Blooddrunk
-Name: Jack Barret
-Nicknames:
-Age: 29
-Gender: Male.
-Race: Human, werewolf.
-Availability: Single.
-Sexuality: Straight.
-Job/What You Are: Head of the organization, along with Toph.
-Weapon(s): He keeps a magnum handy, and is trained in the use of a wide array of firearms. He's also quite formidable in hand to hand combat, even when in human form.
-Abilities: Jack's life before his current position was full of activities of questionable legality. Theft, murder, destruction of property...and all the skills that go along with that. Not to mention he's a crack shot with most firearms.
-Personality: Jack's a pretty simple guy. A couple beers and some good company are pretty much the extent of his demands in life these days. He's never had much love for authority, and it shows in the way he treats his position, preferring to remain humble over it. He's nice enough to just about anyone, but doesn't have a whole lot of real friends.
-Bio: Jack's parents died young, leaving him to grow up in an orphanage. Good times (not really). The nuns and their strict rules and their stupid church instilled in him, from a young age, an utter hatred for authorities. Once he finally escaped from that hell in the dead of night, that hatred for authority switched to the police. Granted, that might have been due in part to his career of choice. A thief, swindler, drug dealer...he fell in with a couple different organizations for the sake of protection and money. For a lot of years, that was good enough for him.
It was shortly before his twenty sixth birthday when he found himself chasing a target into the forest for one of his bosses. He never did find the guy, because after straying off the path, he got lost. And when he got lost, he was attacked. Not by his target, you understand. A wolf. A huge wolf. Too big to be natural...and he could've sworn it was on two legs, mauling him with his forelegs. He damn nearly died, and still carries the scars of the encounter to this day. He woke up days later, his wounds scabbed and scarred over, and he felt...stronger. Much stronger. And he craved meat. He went right over to the nearest restaurant and had a couple of burgers, and steak for dinner that night. A craving for meat was the least of his worries, though. Not when the full moon rolled around.
To keep it simple? The bodies were unrecognizable after Jack's rampage through the streets. He was entirely feral that first night, after transforming into a beast all too similar to the one that had attacked him. When the sun rose and he woke far from home, the first thing he noticed was that he was naked. Next, he was covered in blood...and it was clearly not his own. After a brief panic attack, he fled. In time, of course, he figured out what he was, after a few more rampages during the full moon, and after the images started circling among the populace of the hairy, murderous beast...it was him.
It's not clear just how he met Toph, and he'll never tell. What's clear now is that they formed a friendship, despite one another's interesting features. The "interesting features" are what got P.I.U. formed...and what took him out of crime for good, turning him into the co-owner of a legitimate business. In the past years, he's managed to learn to transform at will, managing to maintain a modicum of sanity. When he's forced into it during the full moon, though...he often leaves town for days at a time, without telling anyone where he goes.
-Appearance: Jack stands at a couple inches over six feet tall, with the build of a boxer. His face is strong in appearance, though not so much that you would call him a meathead. He's clearly intelligent, and one look in his eyes lets you know that his thought process runs fairly deep. He wears his black hair long, as he always has, cut off just past his shoulders. He keeps his face clean shaven, though the black hair is visible easily on his pale face, giving him a near-constant case of five o'clock shadow, as early as mere hours after shaving. He has three scars on his left cheek, and they appear to be from a painful run-in with a huge, violent animal. His clothing choices are simple; leather jacket, blue jeans, a pair of black steel-toed boots, and simple shirts, usually plain black, occasionally with something amusing on the front like a Darth Vader graphic.
His wolf form is a far cry from this, naturally. When he transforms, his clothes are generally ruined. To help with this, he either wears cheap clothes or nothing at all, changing in private. He grows nearly two feet taller, and gains at least an extra hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle. His face twists into a fearsome, wolf-like visage, with fangs that look like they could puncture the strongest steel as if it were tissue paper. His hands sprout claws, as long and sharp as daggers. They are the true dangers. His legs bend backwards, much like a canine's and his feet grow claws as well, smaller, but still deadly sharp. To top it all off, he sprouts pointed, wolfish ears, and sprouts thick black fur all over his body. He is terrifying to behold, especially on a full moon, when he loses what remains of his sanity.
-Other:
Theme: Shoot It In by The Duskfall
-Username: Your Gaia Username.
-Name: Lucien Andrew Tolbert
-Nicknames: Luce, Luke or Luck
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Race: Human Warlock
-Availability: Widowed
-Sexuality: Straight
-Job/What You Are: His 'daytime job' consists of being a stage magician. He enjoys the irony. In the PIU he is simply a warrior and happy with that title. He is determined to take out any clan that defies the law and uses people - for very personal reasons.
-Weapon(s): He can manipulate the elements to some degree but his 'niche' or stronger power is fire. Still, it takes a lot to use any of them and he can become depleted of energy quickly if he only relies on his 'magic' so he also carries a handgun in a holster under his arm and a knife in his boot in case he has to do things the old fashioned way.
-Abilities: He manipulates the elements with Fire being the stronger power though he can use others to a limited degree. This, of course, depletes his energy so he doesn't use it playfully or take his powers lightly.
-Personality: Lucien can seem stand offish to most until you get to know him. He wasn't always this way but has become so since the death of his wife and daughter. He can be very caring but doesn't like it if his 'softness' is noticed and will become gruff and dismiss his act as a way of keeping up boundaries. He is quiet and speaks when he has to and shuts up when he has nothing to add.
-Bio: Lucien never had a problem with his powers. He was born in a well-to-do family who was able to have his mother stay at home while his father worked. Once his powers came into play they home schooled him and secretly sought out others like him so that he did not feel so alone. Through this connection to other 'clans' he met and married his wife, Abigail, who was a daughter of a warlock without powers of her own.
They had a baby girl and his life seemed set until someone from his wife's clan betrayed him and set him up to look as if he were a warlock gone rogue to cover up their own wrong doings. At this point the nightmare of his life ensued and, before things could be straightened out, his wife and daughter were dead at the hands of vigilanties. It took a long time for Lucien to forgive them, realizing that they were all just pawns of someone who was supposed to be his friend and he swore that this would never happen again. He would make sure that those who lived by the laws were protected and those that didn't would never be able to infect those that were. That's when he joined the PIU in order to keep his vow.
-Appearance: For his magician act, Lucien dresses up in full costume which can make him appear pretty pompous. For his work at PIU he dresses down and that means he gets rid of the cape. He can come off as some 'dandy' as he likes to dress in suits and tie looking like a 'proper gentleman'. At home he will take off the tie and suit jacket and that's what he calls dressing down. Call him OCD, he doesn't mind.
-Other: Always carries a pocketwatch with a picture of his deceased wife and daughter in it.
Username: thanatos606
-Name: Ian Ramone Mason
-Nicknames: Your Character's Nicknames.
-Age: 21
-Gender: Male
-Race: Human
-Availability: Single
-Sexuality: Straight
-Job/What You Are: Information Specialist
-Weapon(s): Standard PIU equipment, a possessed
toy bunny and multiple demonic contracts.
-Abilities: Can understand many otherwordly languages, can temporarily call for help from demons.
-Personality: Ian has a pretty happy-go-lucky attitude. Most people would call him annoying, but he calls it "being overly friendly." He also seems to be overly protective of a large black bag that he's always carrying.
-Bio: Ian's life was pretty mundane until tragedy struck. Ian was on a trip abroad when he and the others on the trip were captured by a terrorist militia. They spent weeks trapped while their own country refused to accept the terrorists demands. Eventually the terrorists started to execute their captives. One-by-One Ian's friends were killed until he was the last one. Nobody knows how Ian escaped, but the militia members were found ripped limb by limb.
-Appearance: There is a large pentagram on Ian's chest which glows red whenever he summons a demon.
-Other: Ian's bunny often moves on its own.
-Username: Keavah
-Name: Keavah Ann Graves
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Race: Human, Witch
-Availability: Single
-Sexuality: Straight
-Job/What You Are: Keavah deals with antiquities, but her main job is at the PIU. At the moment she's only a probational officer-meaning she does grunt work and makes excellent coffee.
-Weapon(s): As she has yet to be cleared as a field agent, she carries a taser and a can of wasp spray ((which is much more effective than pepper spray)).
-Abilities: Keavah isn't as skilled in the arts of witchcraft as the rest of her family and coven. She can summon specters, though the only ones she's bothered to conjure up are recently deceased accountants to do her taxes. She also has a touch of telepathy-which manifests itself in her ability to know whoever is calling her and why. This has helped her avoid telemarketers and her mother.
-Personality: Keavah is generally very perky as most of the people she interacts with are customers looking for antiques, or generally annoyed by perky people. She has an uncanny sense of what buttons to push to rile someone up, and a bad habit of pushing said buttons just to see what will happen. Of course, she would never consider doing this to a customer until they've signed the check.
-Bio: While Keavah's powers seem pretty useless, she still has the potential to be a great witch, though training would be required. When she was little and started coming in to her powers, she was placed in a school with all the other budding witches of the coven. To the horror of her mother she showed no interest in the craft, so she was shipped off to her aunt's place in America to attend a normal school. After high school, Keavah took over her aunt's antique shop, and even though she'd essentially cut out the magic in her life (save her ghostly accountant and early telemarketer/mother wants something warning system) she found that eventually most of her business involved items of the paranormal variety. Because of this her social network in the magical underground is quite expansive, and before she'd officially joined the PIU, she used these networks as an informant.
-Appearance: Keavah has a very 1950's sense of style.
-Username: Your Gaia Username.
-Name: Amaris Rose Quinn
-Nicknames: Quinn, and she refuses to be called anything else.
-Age: twenty-six years old
-Gender: Female
-Race: Methuselah
-Availability: Single
-Sexuality: Straight
-Job/What You Are: Slayer since there has not been an improved job tite. One could say she acts more like a field agent for PIU.
-Weapon(s): Two standard 9mm pistols. And whatever else PIU tells her she'll need as long as it isn't silver. She doesn't like it as much as she used to.
-Abilities: Increased speed and strength, senses are better than a humans but not as sharp as a vampires (at least that's what the science geeks, as she calls them, have told her) Her ability to regenerate is slowed, what would take minutes for another would take hours for hers. Like others of her kind she has an aversion to silver.
-Personality: For the most part, Quinn appears to be cold and uncaring. She cares and prefers to keep the people she works with alive. She is brutally honest with her co-workers in the terms of what she has seen in the field, hoping what she has learned will benefit the others.
-Bio: Quinn was eighteen years old, down on her luck and desperate for money to pay for another semester at the local community college. Answering an advertisement calling for human guinnea pigs she hoped would be the answer to her prayers. She got the money for the tuition but the experiment was a half success and at a cost. Two years later, she lost her drive to go to school and was later recruited by the PIU. She cut all ties to anybody she knew before joining the PIU and has been working for them in the years since.
-Appearance: Quinn stands at five feet tall with a lean build. Jet black hair falls to the middle of her back. She has fair skin and amber colored eyes.
-Other: She enjoys a bottle of "crimson", more commonly known as blood, every now and again after work.
-Username: StelthFox
-Name: Izo Marlana Fuchs
-Nicknames: None
-Age: 21
-Gender: Female
-Race: Werewolf
-Availability: Single
-Sexuality: Straight
-Job/What You Are: Izo has no day job, she works only for the P.I.U. as a hunter and tracker. However, when she is not working she can almost certainly be found in a church.
-Weapon(s): Guns. The type does not matter to Izo, as long as it can fire a bullet Izo can use it. She carries with her at all times a glock under her coat and a pistol at her hip. In close combat Izo uses mostly boxing techniques, but is certainly no master. Thus, she attempts to kill the target before things get that point; and she is usually successful.
-Abilities: Heightened senses and strength in human form. She can sense supernatural presences.
-Personality: The name Izo means steel and that describes her almost to a T. She is cold and tough as nails. She hardly ever smiles, or frowns, but rather has an almost constant look of ice. To her silence is indeed golden. Izo does not talk much in general and not at all to strangers. It takes her a long time to warm up to new people, but once she establishes friendship her loyalty is unshakeable. It takes a lot to make her laugh and if she does it is usually only funny to her. To make her angry is also difficult, but she is annoyed easily. While Izo is not exactly a people person, she does enjoy being in the presence of others and is not unkind. She will often lend a hand if she sees someone in trouble, but will simply walk away afterwards. Perhaps this is due to the fact that she is deeply religious. In fact, dishonoring God is one of the few ways to make her furious. However, this devotion of God creates within her a greatly troubling conflict for she sees herself as His loyal servant but also as a beast in direct opposition of Him.
-Bio: Izo was born in a small farming community in Germany. Her parents were quiet old when she was conceived and they knew that the child would be their only, so they fervently prayed for a son to help with the harvest. They had already chosen to call him Izo, a name of great strength. Instead, they received a baby girl, but they chose to name her Izo anyway and simply give her the middle name of her mother.
Izo's father rejected her for many years until she was able to prove that she had all the physical strength of a son. After this he became incredibly enamored with Izo, boasting of her achievements in the town tavern; he would say things like, "Today Izo plowed the entire west section of the field. She's stronger than your son, Heinrich, and harder working too! And not only is she strong as an ox, but pretty as a flower!" Her father first taught her how to care for the family's rifle, then how to shoot it. He taught her how to stalk prey and kill it. Her mother attempted to teach Izo home remedies and to sew, but was only ever able to teach her the most basic elements before Izo ran off to work in the field.
At the center of the small village was an old austere Roman Catholic Church. Both her parents instilled in her from a very early age great respect and devotion to the Divine. She went to church almost every day and whenever she had trouble she would be found in the chapel praying fervently about it. Over time, Izo found that she felt closer to God than the other villagers, so she became very quiet and inverted.
When Izo was sixteen a developer came into the village with great plans to connect it with "the modern world" as he said. Some villagers resisted and others embraced the change. The next full moon strange howling was heard and the next day people were found mauled almost beyond recognition in the surrounding woods. Izo nearly locked herself in the church and prayed. After a few cycles of the moon the villagers were quiet sure that the beast was indeed the fabled werewolf and Izo felt that God had ordained her to kill it. So the day before the next full moon she prepared. That night she snuck out of the house and stalked her prey.
It was not hard for Izo to track the beast and soon she found it. More accurately it found her. She fought with it and during the great battle that ensued she killed the beast, but not without almost dying herself. The next morning Izo was found in the woods bleeding to death next to the body of the developer with a great hole blown through his chest from Izo's rifle.
The villagers knew what had happened and knew that Izo was now a werewolf. While she recovered the villagers fought not about the highway being built, but about whether or not to kill the girl whom they all loved but knew would be unable to control herself the next full moon.
When Izo was able to talk, her father explained the situation, with tears in his eyes. The highway was well underway and there were trucks coming and going frequently. He paid off one of the drivers to take her away from the town and out of harm's way. He gave her the equivalent of twenty dollars and the rosary his father had given to him on his death bed. She carries it with her always.
The truck brought her to a small city and Izo met a member of P.I.U. before the first full moon. The agent was able to restrain her that first night and the next day Izo enlisted.
-Appearance: Izo is a tad on the short side, only about 5'2", but she finds this works to her advantage as it is easier to stay hidden. She has thick calloused hands from years of working in the field but after her transformation her skin turned from copper to nearly white.
In her wolf form she grows about two feet taller and bulks up immensely. She sprouts jet black hair all over her body. Her eyes change from brown to gold. Her teeth are almost too big for her jaw, but oddly in proportion to the rest of her over exaggerated body.
-Other: Despite Izo's many masculine qualities she has a few secret guilty pleasures. She loves painting her toe nails bright colors and like most girls it takes her at least an hour to get ready in the morning. Also she's fluent in German and English, but will often color her sparse conversation with German words and phrases.
-Username: FluffyDemon116
-Name: Aniila Lynn Teal
-Nicknames: Anii
-Age: supposedly 18, but she's not sure
-Gender: Female
-Race: Poltergeist
-Availability: Single
-Sexuality: Asexual
-Job/What You Are: Technology Speacalist
-Weapon(s): She mainly uses whatever's in the room.
-Abilities: Well, she can go invisible and she can hack a computer in less then a minute
-Personality: Shes hard to like and doesn't reveal how she realy is to people often.
-Bio: Before she joined the PIU she played tricks in people's homes. Hacked their security systems causing alarms to go off. Mainly, she was the normal poltergeist. But she was given a second chance and joined the PIU. She does her best to keep herself from playing tricks, but sometimes one slips. Although, it's usuly something small now.
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