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Name: Axel Samson

Nickname(s): Ax

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Height: 5' 9"

Weight: 163 Lbs

Orientation: Heterosexual

Species: Human

History: Growing up was fairly easy for someone like Axel. Born to a middle class family, he had no real troubles in life. Though, he was quite lazy as a teenager in highschool. He managed to hold a job working a local fast food restaurant flipping burgers. It was a measly job that m,managed to keep him out of trouble. But, then came the fateful day when the Veil dropped. Axel found himself exposed to magical rays that enhanced his human abilities. Most of all, his mind underwent a kind alteration. Ancient part of his brain that had been locked away were released. The fabled sixth sense was awarded to the hoodlum. Soon, Axel realized his power of mind-over-matter. With practice, he was able to become very adept with manipulating all kinds of telekinesis. This new found power allowed Axel to do what he loved the most: cheating the system.

Personality: Laid back and calm. While social, usually doesn't like to attract too much attention. Axel can also be a mercurial and mischievous person, but by no means malicious. Axel also tends to be secretive and stand-offish when it comes to his personal life. He doesn't cooperate with law, thus tends to stay under the radar and playing by his own rules.

Likes: chocolate, money, pumpkin seeds, white russians (the drink), cute bubbly girls.

Dislikes: Cops, the smell of cigarette smoke and weed, his older twin brother, Jonah. (Hates him. Please never talk about him unless in an objective manner.)

Fears: Being arrested or being evicted, dentist, needles, ever seeing his brother.

Weakness: The safety of those he cares about.

Quirks: Likes to crack his bones, whether manually, or vie telekinesis

Abilities: Telekenisis

Possessions: Just a simple steel ZIppo lighter

Alignment: Neutral

Character Theme: Gold Leaf

Mood Theme: Life's Been Good

Dynamic Theme:Powertrip

Name: Trixie Caspar

Nickname(s): N/A

Age: 16?

Sex: Female

Height: 5'0"

Weight: 125 Lbs

Orientation: Unknown, supposedly heterosexual

Species: Human (Witch)

History: Trixie was born between the unity of a normal human and creature of fey origin. Nine months later, Trixie was born. She was taught everything she knew from her mother, a fellow witch with old ties to fey. With Trixie's mixed bloodlines, her connection to magic resonated stronger than her own mother. As she got older, Trixie was told she would have to go out into the world and keep her bloodline going. One day, Trixie's mother fell ill. There was no concoction that Trixie knew to cure the ailment, and so, her mother passed leaving Trixie with one last task: Find a big brother.

Personality: Compassionate, sincere, charming

Likes: Her big brother, blueberry pie, cosplaying a witch

Dislikes: People who say magic isn't real, wolves, woman who have bigger busts than her.

Fears: The worlds being separated

Weakness: Stuffed animals and being made self-conscious about her "size"

Quirks: Blinking...a lot.

Abilities: Adept magic user

Possessions: A small deck of magic tarot cards, tiny metal wand, and a brass locket with a picture of her mother and brother

Alignment: Good guys

Mood Theme: Not An Angel

Dynamic Theme: Philosophy In a Tea Cup

Name: Salvador Gutierrez

Nickname(s): Sal, The Black Haired Traitor, El Lobo, Omega (Not recommended you call him this.)

Age: Unsure. Talks about Mayans as if he knew them. (Looks young due to healing abilities and rituals.)

Sex: Male

Height: 6' 3" (Human) 7' 0" (Wereform)

Weight: 170 Lbs (Human) 250 Lbs (Wereform)

Orientation: Heterosexual

Species: Lycan/werewolf

History: Most of his past is foggy at best. The first official recording of him was during the Conquest of Algeria with the French Foreign Legion where he was recorded, under the name Jacque le Bleu, for almost supernatural performance in training. Comrades amongst his ranks also noted how furiously he fought on nights of the full moon. It was there Spanish regiments nicknamed him "El Lobo". Though, this was so long ago, it had become folklore among Legion.

Salvador then reappear again under a new alias during World War One, again with the FFL. It was then Salvador was capture by paranormal investigators and thrown into an elite team of supernatural personal charged with handling behind the scenes wetwork jobs. It was there that Salvador met Imhotep, one his favorite killers and comrades. The werewolf and his team were noted in black ops history for being in many major wars all over the world, but never written into history. After the Korean war, Imhotep split from the group due to the start of the Veil Wars. Salvador didn't participate in the wars, as he felt it had little to do with him. This was where fellow werewolves who knew or heard of him, called him, The Black Haired Traitor, for not fighting with them. Cut to the present day, where Salvador works as killer for hire in the worst of the worst and fighting in battles for almost sheer pleasure. Right now, he's said to be taking a vacation in Janhall until the next big feud erupts and he's needed once more, or until he makes one.

DEEPER PAST: born to a tribe Mayan people who practiced lycanthrophy. The people maintained it as a secret to others, choosing only to show their true forms to the public in secret. For the longest time, they acted as guardians to people to the normal people. However, inside the circle, it was very harsh. Life was very similar and harsh to the Spartans. When salvador was born, he was judged harshly, and even deemed weak looking and most suspicious, ominous. His hair was black as the night, and when his eyes were first opened, the tribal seer told of nothing but bloodshed. The option to kill him was brought up, but Salvador was allowed to live anyway. But just as he was deemed when a baby, the wolf was weak. Still leagues beyond anything of a normal human, but subpar when compared to his lycan breatheren. It was when Salvador became the age of an adult in the tribe, he was banished. With anger in his heart, Salvador learned of forbidden ritual from his tribal that was suppose to make his strong than any werewolf ever. It's name was lost, but it did become know as, the Rite of the Moon. Salvador had the Rite etched into his back with a silver knife, leaving a permanent scar, embedding him with the power of the moon. But the power was also a curse as it bound Salvador's life with moon, making him nearly immortal. Salvador then spent the rest life wandering around and seeing all of the world. But he mostly just fought his way around. Deep inside, it was a way to escape the pain of no longer belonging to a pact and having no home. The fighting and wandering was a way to suppress how hurt he felt and how much he really yearned to be accepted by his family. When he joined the secret fighting force with Imhotep, it was the closest he ever felt to having a family again. Then they split, and Salvador was forced to be alone again. Now he just rejects the emotional pain and lashes out all the time. He seeks Len because he's under the delusion of lie told to him long again when he had the curse placed on him that he would always have to honor any deal or promise made. Sal believes Len can free him from that curse.

Personality:

Likes: Cigars, being scratched behind his ears, clear nights, booze (Specifically tequila)

Dislikes: the color blue, vegetables

Fears: Silver (Because it will kill him)

Weaknesses: Silver (Will kill and nullify his healing abilities. Will also burn when touched), pure iron (Acts like a repellent and taser to him), Wanning and New Moon phase reduces his power and abilities. Once he starts drinking, he doesn't know when to stop until he passes out.

Quirks: Speaks Spanish at random times

Abilities: Werewolf physiology (Abilities strengthened with the moon) As human: enhanced healing, strength, speed, and senses. Multilingual with a number of languages: Spanish, French, and English being his best.

Possessions: Heavily modified revolver, one jeweled zippo lighter, usually has a cigar, illegally modified motorcycle, a scar tattoo of ancient mayan tribal marking and the moon across his back, and tattoo of the French Foreign Legion insignia on his left shoulder. An obsidian knife.

Alignment: Neutral

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Showdown Theme: The Only Thing I Know for Real

Trivia: The scar on Salvador's back is an ancient ritual tattoo in long lost werewolf cultures that dates back to the Mayans. It is a forbidden binding spell that binds one's lifespan to the moon, giving them powers that allow the user to overpower the strongest of alphas. On the downside, the person's power also fluctuates with the phases of the moon and they are bound by honor. Those who make a promise blood, must keep it, or die.

Name: Ja'kob Weberson

Nickname(s): Jak, Kob

Age: 24 in appearance

Sex: Male

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 181

Orientation: He'll try anything once.

Species: Imp

History:

Personality: Free-spirited, fun-loving, carefree, cunning,

Likes: Having fun, playing tricks, candy, soft drugs

Dislikes: People ruining his groove, hard drugs (aside from alcohol)

Fears: Holy items, hunters,

Weakness: Really loves to pull pranks that can lead to serious trouble. DMT

Quirks: Tends to speak with a Jamaican Irish accents

Abilities: Imp Physiology, Capoeira proficiency

Possessions: Usually has a bag of "weed" on him, along with paper or a pipe

Alignment: Neutral

Mood Theme: Rock Steady

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Name: Daniel Doppel

Nickname(s): Danny

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Height: 5' 6"

Weight: 147 Ibs

Orientation: Heterosexual

Species: Human

History: Born to a coven of witches, Daniel was bound to have a strange upbringing. Many of the witches were reluctant to accept him, seeing as how the birth was suppose to be for a girl. Nevertheless, Daniel's presence was tolerated. But while raised by the witches, Daniel had to learn magic just like the rest. Sadly, he wasn't very good at it. The boy only managed to learn basic spells. It was by luck Daniel was allowed to stay with his "family" for so long. By the age of sixteen, he was forced to fend for himself and accept the world for what it had in store for him.

Personality: Weak and simple. Daniel was raised with some of the minimalist of care after his guardians learned that his intelligence was subpar. Though he is a simple person, Daniel has a big heart and just wants to love and be loved. Though, years of isolation have taught him to be wary of strangers, save for a certain magic genie. Daniel is also a bit of a cry baby, tending to tear up easily.

Likes: Donuts, lasagna, having company, Dajin (like a lot)

Dislikes: Being alone,

Fears: Being alone forever, being homeless, not having food, not being able to survive

Weakness: Daniel may know magic, but he's very inexperienced and basically a novice that easily be overpowered.

Quirks: Daniel tends to stare off into space or look directly into people's eye when they talk to him. When they do talk, his gaze is focus on one eye instead of both.

Abilities: Minor Magic: Daniel's background as being the son of a witch's cult has granted him a limited knowledge of arcane spells and cantrips which he uses to survive in life. These range from conjuring a familiar for a time to mimicking telekinesis and grabbing small objects from afar.

Lucky: Often times, Daniel seems to get lucky when it comes to being confronted with danger. This may be why he's still alive in a world that should consumed him long ago.

Survival Intuition: Daniel has been on his own for a couple of years, living alone

Possessions: Catalyst Staff, Riggles, a brass oil lamp (That he stole)

Alignment: Good

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