Characters
•Viviane•
Age: 23
Birthday: October 25
Gender: Female
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Always dyed some color
Race: Human
Style: Indie/Downtown girl
Personality: Kind, witty, artistic, adorable, and playful.
Occupation: Painter
Family: Mom(Amanda) Sister (Hailey)
Friends: Ace (Childhood bestie)
Background: Viviane never knew who her father was, for all she knows it’s always been her mom and her sister. Because of this, she’s never lived a rich life. Which is a blessing in disguise because it gave her a chance to explore the world and it’s beauty. Since she was able to experience life like this, she is now able to create anything and everything she wants in art form.
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•Rosalie•
Age: 24
Birthday: February 3
Gender: Female
Height: 5’4”
Eyes: Green
Hair: Ginger
Race: Human
Special: Freckles, tattoos on thighs(she wants more), septum ring, and ears are covered in piercings.
Style: Soft grunge/Rockstar GF
Personality: Sweet, adventurous, confident, playful, and easy going.
Occupation: Guitarist
Family: Dad (Ralph)
Friends: Alice and Riley
Background: Rosalie’s mother died pretty brutally when she was 8, so her father took over her and raised her to be who she is today. She grew up to be a real sweetheart, but one thing is for sure, her music taste would tell you quite the opposite story. And you can thank her father for this since he has the same taste. And because of this wild taste, she also took a chance at fate and became a pretty well known guitarist.
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•Jade•
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Birthday: June 8
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Cherry Red
Race: Human
Special: Beauty mark under eye, tattoos, and piercings
Style: Feme-Fatale/ love core
Personality: Not afraid to speak her mind, nice, playful, and has no filter
Occupation: Fashion designer and stylist
Family: Grandma
Friends: Carter
Background: Jade hasn’t been on the greatest terms with her parents. The moment she came home with a tattoo, her cookie cutter mother told her to move out. Of course, she took what she said and left to live with her grandmother. And now ever since, her grandmother encourages her to get more and more tattoos without a second thought.
•Aloisia•
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 8
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Golden
Hair: Pink
Race: Witch
Special: Heart birthmark on her cheek, a cress on her back, and always has some type of jewelry on to avoid excess magic
Style: Dark Academia
Personality: Bubbly, always on the go, people pleaser, and not afraid to fight.
Occupation/status: College student learning magic
Family: Has no family
Friends: Kaito (Magic partner) and Maela (Childhood bestfriend)
Background: Aloisia found out she was a witch the day her parents died in a battle. So to say she isn’t very familiar with magic is an understatement. She truly believed that she would just live a normal life and forget she has powers. And so she lived her life like any other human being would until a distant relative came with a offer she couldn’t refuse. If she were to attend the college for five years, she could have the entire estate her parents left for her.
•Cerise•
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Birthday: July 10
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Race: Human
Special: Mole on her nose and on her neck,
Style: Angel Core/ Delicate Sweet
Personality: Kind, well mannered but will put you in your place, gets bored easily, and loves to read in her library
Occupation/status: Princess
Family: King Davian , Queen Enora , and Prince Roan
Friends: Princess Loralie
Background: Cerise is a very sick Princess. She has been bedridden so many times that she began to want to explore the world more than anything. But her parents would always warn her to go back to resting. Not liking this idea she has begun resort into changing her appearance to try and escape the walls of the castle.
•Riley(or Ivelle)•
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 4
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Race: Human
Special: Freckles on skin, birthmark of a heart on her leg, and wears glasses
Style: Cottage core/Light Academia
Personality: Kind, explorer, artistic, strong willed, stubborn at times, and gentle.
Occupation/status: Florist
Family: Don (or Kamari. Her mother)
Friends: Doesn’t have any atm
Background: She works and lives at a shop that used to be owned by her grandmother. She barely sees her mother and spends most of her time working on flowers. She is a very dedicated florist. It’s her only way to ease the pain of losing her grandmother and father who died in a car crash a year ago.
Age: 23
Birthday: October 25
Gender: Female
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Always dyed some color
Race: Human
Style: Indie/Downtown girl
Personality: Kind, witty, artistic, adorable, and playful.
Occupation: Painter
Family: Mom(Amanda) Sister (Hailey)
Friends: Ace (Childhood bestie)
Background: Viviane never knew who her father was, for all she knows it’s always been her mom and her sister. Because of this, she’s never lived a rich life. Which is a blessing in disguise because it gave her a chance to explore the world and it’s beauty. Since she was able to experience life like this, she is now able to create anything and everything she wants in art form.
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•Rosalie•
Age: 24
Birthday: February 3
Gender: Female
Height: 5’4”
Eyes: Green
Hair: Ginger
Race: Human
Special: Freckles, tattoos on thighs(she wants more), septum ring, and ears are covered in piercings.
Style: Soft grunge/Rockstar GF
Personality: Sweet, adventurous, confident, playful, and easy going.
Occupation: Guitarist
Family: Dad (Ralph)
Friends: Alice and Riley
Background: Rosalie’s mother died pretty brutally when she was 8, so her father took over her and raised her to be who she is today. She grew up to be a real sweetheart, but one thing is for sure, her music taste would tell you quite the opposite story. And you can thank her father for this since he has the same taste. And because of this wild taste, she also took a chance at fate and became a pretty well known guitarist.
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•Jade•
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Birthday: June 8
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Cherry Red
Race: Human
Special: Beauty mark under eye, tattoos, and piercings
Style: Feme-Fatale/ love core
Personality: Not afraid to speak her mind, nice, playful, and has no filter
Occupation: Fashion designer and stylist
Family: Grandma
Friends: Carter
Background: Jade hasn’t been on the greatest terms with her parents. The moment she came home with a tattoo, her cookie cutter mother told her to move out. Of course, she took what she said and left to live with her grandmother. And now ever since, her grandmother encourages her to get more and more tattoos without a second thought.
•Aloisia•
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 8
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Golden
Hair: Pink
Race: Witch
Special: Heart birthmark on her cheek, a cress on her back, and always has some type of jewelry on to avoid excess magic
Style: Dark Academia
Personality: Bubbly, always on the go, people pleaser, and not afraid to fight.
Occupation/status: College student learning magic
Family: Has no family
Friends: Kaito (Magic partner) and Maela (Childhood bestfriend)
Background: Aloisia found out she was a witch the day her parents died in a battle. So to say she isn’t very familiar with magic is an understatement. She truly believed that she would just live a normal life and forget she has powers. And so she lived her life like any other human being would until a distant relative came with a offer she couldn’t refuse. If she were to attend the college for five years, she could have the entire estate her parents left for her.
•Cerise•
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Birthday: July 10
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Race: Human
Special: Mole on her nose and on her neck,
Style: Angel Core/ Delicate Sweet
Personality: Kind, well mannered but will put you in your place, gets bored easily, and loves to read in her library
Occupation/status: Princess
Family: King Davian , Queen Enora , and Prince Roan
Friends: Princess Loralie
Background: Cerise is a very sick Princess. She has been bedridden so many times that she began to want to explore the world more than anything. But her parents would always warn her to go back to resting. Not liking this idea she has begun resort into changing her appearance to try and escape the walls of the castle.
•Riley(or Ivelle)•
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 4
Height: 5’3”
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Race: Human
Special: Freckles on skin, birthmark of a heart on her leg, and wears glasses
Style: Cottage core/Light Academia
Personality: Kind, explorer, artistic, strong willed, stubborn at times, and gentle.
Occupation/status: Florist
Family: Don (or Kamari. Her mother)
Friends: Doesn’t have any atm
Background: She works and lives at a shop that used to be owned by her grandmother. She barely sees her mother and spends most of her time working on flowers. She is a very dedicated florist. It’s her only way to ease the pain of losing her grandmother and father who died in a car crash a year ago.
Jade Crowley
Name: Jade Crowley
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Species: Human
Ethnicity/Nationality: American
Language Spoken: English, a little Spanish
Family:
Rebecca Crowley - Mother
David Crowley - Father (Deceased)
Camilla Crowley - Younger Sister
Occupation: Owns an auto repair shop
Relationship: Single
Sexuality: Pansexual
Top/Bottom: Bottom
Height: 5’4
Body Type: Curvy
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Green
Cup Size: 38 C
Tattoos: Yes
Piercings: Yes
Virgin: No
Smokes: Yes
Drinks: Yes
Drugs: No
Personality Traits: Intelligent, Confident, Somewhat friendly, Hot tempered, Has a good sense of humor, independent, a slight nympho, blunt, abrasive, Can be violent, Observant, a secret hopeless romantic. Tough as nails and very dependable. Will do anything in her power to help those she cares about.
Bio: Jade was born in a small town towards the southern part of the United States. Her upbringing was pretty tame. She had a pretty normal childhood. Her mother worked as a hair stylist, and her father saved up to open a mechanic shop and rebuilt classic cars as a hobby. She never was the delicate flower that she was expected to be. She played and fought hard. During her teens, she took an interest in her father’s work. It was him, that taught her how to fix things, as he had no sons to teach. She was about eighteen when a freak accident killed David Crowley. Her father had been doing some work on a car when the jack collapsed and crushed him beneath it. Not having the heart to see her father’s work fall into nothing, Jade got her certifications and reopened the shop a couple of short years later.
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Species: Human
Ethnicity/Nationality: American
Language Spoken: English, a little Spanish
Family:
Rebecca Crowley - Mother
David Crowley - Father (Deceased)
Camilla Crowley - Younger Sister
Occupation: Owns an auto repair shop
Relationship: Single
Sexuality: Pansexual
Top/Bottom: Bottom
Height: 5’4
Body Type: Curvy
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Green
Cup Size: 38 C
Tattoos: Yes
Piercings: Yes
Virgin: No
Smokes: Yes
Drinks: Yes
Drugs: No
Personality Traits: Intelligent, Confident, Somewhat friendly, Hot tempered, Has a good sense of humor, independent, a slight nympho, blunt, abrasive, Can be violent, Observant, a secret hopeless romantic. Tough as nails and very dependable. Will do anything in her power to help those she cares about.
Bio: Jade was born in a small town towards the southern part of the United States. Her upbringing was pretty tame. She had a pretty normal childhood. Her mother worked as a hair stylist, and her father saved up to open a mechanic shop and rebuilt classic cars as a hobby. She never was the delicate flower that she was expected to be. She played and fought hard. During her teens, she took an interest in her father’s work. It was him, that taught her how to fix things, as he had no sons to teach. She was about eighteen when a freak accident killed David Crowley. Her father had been doing some work on a car when the jack collapsed and crushed him beneath it. Not having the heart to see her father’s work fall into nothing, Jade got her certifications and reopened the shop a couple of short years later.
Alex's story {No.2}
It was a long walk since that day Alex lost her grandmother and felt her feet like were gonna fall off and was regretting not taking her grandmother's car, but it had not ran in years and she didn't know how to drive yet, she knew it was better having the police think she was dead then to come looking for her. “Angels…..heaven is watching over you. Bullsh*t!” she kicked a rock down the road she walked beside. She was alone now and hoped by finding her brothers they would accept her for who she was and that she was their half sister. She was unaware where her father was and truly didn't want to see him but had hoped he was with her brothers too.
She wanted to punch him and maybe tell her father how she felt about him for never being there for her or her dying mother, she never even saw him at the funeral, but she only ever met the man once when she was little when he picked her up from school for ice cream. Different cars and trucks went by as she walked down the sidewalk with her duffle over her shoulder, she had nowhere else to go too so she hoped she could find something soon, she had a bit of money so maybe a motel room would be okay, she really didn't want to sleep outside but for some reason she knew she would end up living on the streets for the time being. Least till she could find her brothers she had thought of as she walked down the street and watched each passing car, almost hoping that someone would pick her up and she wouldn't have to walk. It had been a few hours and one town over and her feet were aching so she decided to stop in the nearest park and sat on a lone picnic table and watched around at the kids playing before she pulled out a journal from her bag and started to write inside it, she had hoped to use it as a way of expressing her thoughts and emotions but it also had well done sketches inside.
Alex had smiled when she flipped some pages of things she had drawn before all this happened that wrecked her life. It was a simple brown leather and snap strap book, she sometimes wrote in it at school and kept all her hunter secrets inside, along with some other secrets that she was told or that she heard, it was more or less her hunter journal that she kept close encase she needed it. The young woman had flipped through a few sketches of things she had seen or statues that she had passed, one was an angel and her smile faltered some as she looked over her drawing, she was so tempted on keeping it cause she had did it well but she tore it out of her book and laid it aside before she flipped through it and looked through some contacts that she had written down and looked at one address that said Singer salvage yard. She didn't know if anyone would be there that knew her family or her half brothers she was looking to find but it was worth a shot to try, so her new destination was Sioux falls, South Dakota.
It was an address her mother always went to so she kept the business card too. The card was clipped inside the journal, she closed her journal and latched it before she placed it back in her bag and grabbed the angel sketch, tossing it in a trash can on the way out of the park. She had some walking to do and thought about getting a bus ticket instead of a motel room, because she knew she could travel easier on a bus and could get some sleep at the same time. She had started for the bus station, she sighed and unknowingly to the girl there was someone that found her drawing and was following her from a distance, she couldn't smell the person coming since the wind was blowing in her face and through her long brown hair.
Alex moved the hair from her face and thought she heard someone behind her but whoever it seemed to have been was now gone. “Hello?” she called out and gripped her duffle a bit tight before she hurried down the sidewalk. She didn't know if there was anyone following her or watching her but she was being cautious and sticking to public areas on her way to the bus station. She kept her eyes hidden behind some sunglasses she grabbed on her way out of her house, well she guessed it was her old house now she thought and knew that her curse would get in the way if she ran into other hunters, they were always shooting first and asking questions later kind of fellas. Never wanting to know if she was really a human behind those eyes, that was the reason why she kept the sunglasses on to cover them, it was a major pain in the ass to hide them all the time but the glasses was all she had. Once she arrived at the bus depot she walked inside and took out some crumbled bills from her pants and straightened them out better before she went to purchase a ticket. “How far can I get with this….I’m looking to get to South Dakota?” she asked the ticketer.
“Maybe half way, girl. Are you meeting someone?” The man behind the counter asked and saw how young she looked and was purely asking out of curiosity and worried for her on the bus alone this late, the sun was almost setting outside and she would be on the bus at night which honestly now that Alex thought about it she didn't really care and handed the guy the money. “Listen….I don’t know you, so f*** off and give me a ticket please.” She told the man and was trying her best to be nice but she was still traumatized by what happened, she got her ticket from the guy without another word and moved out of line to go sit down, she chose a seat far away from anyone else that was waiting on their bus number.
Alex lifted her sunglasses up to wipe her eyes and they had been so sore from crying since she left home. “....What am I supposed to do?” she asked herself softly and sniffed some, she had no idea what to do at this point but to follow this address in the hopes she would find her half brothers since them and her father were the only family she had left, she didn't even own a phone to call anyone. Not that there was anyone to call, her grandmother kept a low profile in town by living far enough so no one bothered them but yet close enough to town, encase she needed to get somewhere fast if the ‘sh*t hit the fan’ as her grandmother put it.
She looked around and noticed some guy with a magazine staring at her now and again, she tried to pretend she didn't notice him but the smirk confirmed it, he walked over and sat down on one of the seats. “Hey…..I couldn't help but notice that you handled that creep at the window pretty well.” the man told her and smiled. This man was shorter than most and had almost golden eyes like herself, she pushed her sunglasses up more to adjust them and smiled back, trying to be kind and did not perceive this man as a threat.
“Yeah well….it's none of his business where I’m going.” Alex shrugged some and looked at the magazine he was reading, it was stupid urban legends and gators in the sewers type thing, it was weird and she guessed this guy might be too but he seemed pleasent enough to her.
“No it is not.” The man agreed and saw her looking at the magazine before he handed it to her and thought maybe she wanted to check it out. “Want to read it? Need something to pass the time till the next bus right?” he chuckled softly.
Alex shook her head and smiled some but politely denied the odd magazine. “No thanks….I don’t um….read much stuff like that.'' She saw the magazine as a gag but she guessed it was meant to be, after all alligators in the sewers were not a thing being a hunter she would know well enough on that, but this guy seemed to like these things and she didn't want to be mean when he was being so nice. But why was he being nice, she had asked herself this.
The man shrugged and put the magazine on his lap. “Fair enough….” he looked at her for a long moment then cleared his throat and seemed to have something on his mind, like he wanted to tell her something but kept his mouth shut, she stared at him curiously through her sunglasses but looked down at her ticket and shoved it in her pocket. “So um….where are you going?” the young girl asked curiously, for some reason she thought it was best this guy didn’t know where she was going, this man was smelling funny to her ever since he sat down across from her.
“Oh no where, I’m meeting someone here.” The man told her and leaned back in the seat with his magazine, he looked over it to her and smiled before looking back into it, he hummed thoughtfully and seemed to be thinking or making mental notes. “So you never told you're name?”
Alex raised a brow and suspiciously looked away for a moment before she had looked back at him. “Neither did you.” She responded back to him and crossed her arms and looked at him, she expected the name first since she thought he was invading her personal space and all that, she hadn't expected him to talk to her or sit down and after what she's been through she really didn't want company.
“Well….my friends call me Gabe.” Gabe smiled at her and kept thinking about what he should tell her if anything, he was the archangel Gabriel and could sense the angelic blade she had stashed in her bag hidden from view but not from him, he could sense its power and could even sense her own.
“....Red.” Alex introduced herself next and had a feeling Gabe wasn’t his name but then Red wasn’t hers either, her grandmother nicknamed her that ages ago and it didn't help she was wearing a red hoodie, it was her favorite item of clothing and a small hint to who she was named after.
“Ah….okay, gotcha. Red riding hood.” Gabe teased a bit bit he was being as friendly as possible so maybe Alex was getting paranoid because of the demon she killed, she could only guess there would be more out there looking for her, she doubted angels could help her either and once her bus number was called her pulled out her ticket and held onto her bag over her shoulder as she stood up. “I had better go….I hope you find who you're looking for.” she told him and headed towards the bus’s outside in the parking lot. Gabe looked up and watched her leave the bus station and smiled a bit but sadly. “...You too.” he mumbled when she left before he looked around the station then disappeared from view like he was never there.
She wanted to punch him and maybe tell her father how she felt about him for never being there for her or her dying mother, she never even saw him at the funeral, but she only ever met the man once when she was little when he picked her up from school for ice cream. Different cars and trucks went by as she walked down the sidewalk with her duffle over her shoulder, she had nowhere else to go too so she hoped she could find something soon, she had a bit of money so maybe a motel room would be okay, she really didn't want to sleep outside but for some reason she knew she would end up living on the streets for the time being. Least till she could find her brothers she had thought of as she walked down the street and watched each passing car, almost hoping that someone would pick her up and she wouldn't have to walk. It had been a few hours and one town over and her feet were aching so she decided to stop in the nearest park and sat on a lone picnic table and watched around at the kids playing before she pulled out a journal from her bag and started to write inside it, she had hoped to use it as a way of expressing her thoughts and emotions but it also had well done sketches inside.
Alex had smiled when she flipped some pages of things she had drawn before all this happened that wrecked her life. It was a simple brown leather and snap strap book, she sometimes wrote in it at school and kept all her hunter secrets inside, along with some other secrets that she was told or that she heard, it was more or less her hunter journal that she kept close encase she needed it. The young woman had flipped through a few sketches of things she had seen or statues that she had passed, one was an angel and her smile faltered some as she looked over her drawing, she was so tempted on keeping it cause she had did it well but she tore it out of her book and laid it aside before she flipped through it and looked through some contacts that she had written down and looked at one address that said Singer salvage yard. She didn't know if anyone would be there that knew her family or her half brothers she was looking to find but it was worth a shot to try, so her new destination was Sioux falls, South Dakota.
It was an address her mother always went to so she kept the business card too. The card was clipped inside the journal, she closed her journal and latched it before she placed it back in her bag and grabbed the angel sketch, tossing it in a trash can on the way out of the park. She had some walking to do and thought about getting a bus ticket instead of a motel room, because she knew she could travel easier on a bus and could get some sleep at the same time. She had started for the bus station, she sighed and unknowingly to the girl there was someone that found her drawing and was following her from a distance, she couldn't smell the person coming since the wind was blowing in her face and through her long brown hair.
Alex moved the hair from her face and thought she heard someone behind her but whoever it seemed to have been was now gone. “Hello?” she called out and gripped her duffle a bit tight before she hurried down the sidewalk. She didn't know if there was anyone following her or watching her but she was being cautious and sticking to public areas on her way to the bus station. She kept her eyes hidden behind some sunglasses she grabbed on her way out of her house, well she guessed it was her old house now she thought and knew that her curse would get in the way if she ran into other hunters, they were always shooting first and asking questions later kind of fellas. Never wanting to know if she was really a human behind those eyes, that was the reason why she kept the sunglasses on to cover them, it was a major pain in the ass to hide them all the time but the glasses was all she had. Once she arrived at the bus depot she walked inside and took out some crumbled bills from her pants and straightened them out better before she went to purchase a ticket. “How far can I get with this….I’m looking to get to South Dakota?” she asked the ticketer.
“Maybe half way, girl. Are you meeting someone?” The man behind the counter asked and saw how young she looked and was purely asking out of curiosity and worried for her on the bus alone this late, the sun was almost setting outside and she would be on the bus at night which honestly now that Alex thought about it she didn't really care and handed the guy the money. “Listen….I don’t know you, so f*** off and give me a ticket please.” She told the man and was trying her best to be nice but she was still traumatized by what happened, she got her ticket from the guy without another word and moved out of line to go sit down, she chose a seat far away from anyone else that was waiting on their bus number.
Alex lifted her sunglasses up to wipe her eyes and they had been so sore from crying since she left home. “....What am I supposed to do?” she asked herself softly and sniffed some, she had no idea what to do at this point but to follow this address in the hopes she would find her half brothers since them and her father were the only family she had left, she didn't even own a phone to call anyone. Not that there was anyone to call, her grandmother kept a low profile in town by living far enough so no one bothered them but yet close enough to town, encase she needed to get somewhere fast if the ‘sh*t hit the fan’ as her grandmother put it.
She looked around and noticed some guy with a magazine staring at her now and again, she tried to pretend she didn't notice him but the smirk confirmed it, he walked over and sat down on one of the seats. “Hey…..I couldn't help but notice that you handled that creep at the window pretty well.” the man told her and smiled. This man was shorter than most and had almost golden eyes like herself, she pushed her sunglasses up more to adjust them and smiled back, trying to be kind and did not perceive this man as a threat.
“Yeah well….it's none of his business where I’m going.” Alex shrugged some and looked at the magazine he was reading, it was stupid urban legends and gators in the sewers type thing, it was weird and she guessed this guy might be too but he seemed pleasent enough to her.
“No it is not.” The man agreed and saw her looking at the magazine before he handed it to her and thought maybe she wanted to check it out. “Want to read it? Need something to pass the time till the next bus right?” he chuckled softly.
Alex shook her head and smiled some but politely denied the odd magazine. “No thanks….I don’t um….read much stuff like that.'' She saw the magazine as a gag but she guessed it was meant to be, after all alligators in the sewers were not a thing being a hunter she would know well enough on that, but this guy seemed to like these things and she didn't want to be mean when he was being so nice. But why was he being nice, she had asked herself this.
The man shrugged and put the magazine on his lap. “Fair enough….” he looked at her for a long moment then cleared his throat and seemed to have something on his mind, like he wanted to tell her something but kept his mouth shut, she stared at him curiously through her sunglasses but looked down at her ticket and shoved it in her pocket. “So um….where are you going?” the young girl asked curiously, for some reason she thought it was best this guy didn’t know where she was going, this man was smelling funny to her ever since he sat down across from her.
“Oh no where, I’m meeting someone here.” The man told her and leaned back in the seat with his magazine, he looked over it to her and smiled before looking back into it, he hummed thoughtfully and seemed to be thinking or making mental notes. “So you never told you're name?”
Alex raised a brow and suspiciously looked away for a moment before she had looked back at him. “Neither did you.” She responded back to him and crossed her arms and looked at him, she expected the name first since she thought he was invading her personal space and all that, she hadn't expected him to talk to her or sit down and after what she's been through she really didn't want company.
“Well….my friends call me Gabe.” Gabe smiled at her and kept thinking about what he should tell her if anything, he was the archangel Gabriel and could sense the angelic blade she had stashed in her bag hidden from view but not from him, he could sense its power and could even sense her own.
“....Red.” Alex introduced herself next and had a feeling Gabe wasn’t his name but then Red wasn’t hers either, her grandmother nicknamed her that ages ago and it didn't help she was wearing a red hoodie, it was her favorite item of clothing and a small hint to who she was named after.
“Ah….okay, gotcha. Red riding hood.” Gabe teased a bit bit he was being as friendly as possible so maybe Alex was getting paranoid because of the demon she killed, she could only guess there would be more out there looking for her, she doubted angels could help her either and once her bus number was called her pulled out her ticket and held onto her bag over her shoulder as she stood up. “I had better go….I hope you find who you're looking for.” she told him and headed towards the bus’s outside in the parking lot. Gabe looked up and watched her leave the bus station and smiled a bit but sadly. “...You too.” he mumbled when she left before he looked around the station then disappeared from view like he was never there.
A warriors beginning... {Prologue/No. 1}
Little to the Winchester brothers' knowledge is they had a sister somewhere out there, she grew up fine with all the comforts of a home and a loving guardian, but she didn't grow up normal as she was born cursed like every female of her family line had been. Her family line straying away from the Winchester side has been assigned human warriors of heaven and granted a holy sword since the ancient days of Japan, it had traveled a long way to get to the hands of Alex Winchester and this sword would end up changing everything.
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It all started that terrible day she inherited the sword, her whole life she had been trained and taught the ways of the blade and was even taught how to kill monsters specially demons with it, it was thought to have killed thousands of demons in its time on earth. And now it was in her hands and she had killed her first demon with it.
The black eyed bastard had killed her grandmother who had raised her since her mother was killed, she stood over the demon and quickly wiped off the blade off on the now dead vessel as tears fell down her face, she didn't know what to do now but pack a bag as her grandmother had requested and go find you're brothers. Alex now knew that her grandmother expected to die one day like this and left her a set of instructions, which she was loyal to follow to the letter, it was her final wish if such a thing happened at all was to burn up any evidence of their lives as hunters and warriors of God.
She grabbed some things that meant a lot to her for their sentiment and she packed some clothes and finally wrapped up her sword and shoved it into the bag next. “Alright grandma…..I’m gonna make the family proud, you’ll see.” She said and had gotten her grandmother wrapped up and set alight in the backyard as a hunter's funeral for her grandmother, and to cover up the demon she had killed as well because no one would believe her that it was once a demon, no one ever believed hunters but they worked on the sidelines.
Once everything was done or burned and gotten rid of, Alex had gotten her bag and left the house to go find her brothers Sam and Dean Winchester, they were now her only family left in this world. And she knew she had to find them now, her grandmother had always kept them away from her at a distance specially her father John, her grandmother never cared for him or the fact he was never there for his daughter and her mother. Life was not kind to her then and it wouldn't be now on the streets alone at seventeen.
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It all started that terrible day she inherited the sword, her whole life she had been trained and taught the ways of the blade and was even taught how to kill monsters specially demons with it, it was thought to have killed thousands of demons in its time on earth. And now it was in her hands and she had killed her first demon with it.
The black eyed bastard had killed her grandmother who had raised her since her mother was killed, she stood over the demon and quickly wiped off the blade off on the now dead vessel as tears fell down her face, she didn't know what to do now but pack a bag as her grandmother had requested and go find you're brothers. Alex now knew that her grandmother expected to die one day like this and left her a set of instructions, which she was loyal to follow to the letter, it was her final wish if such a thing happened at all was to burn up any evidence of their lives as hunters and warriors of God.
She grabbed some things that meant a lot to her for their sentiment and she packed some clothes and finally wrapped up her sword and shoved it into the bag next. “Alright grandma…..I’m gonna make the family proud, you’ll see.” She said and had gotten her grandmother wrapped up and set alight in the backyard as a hunter's funeral for her grandmother, and to cover up the demon she had killed as well because no one would believe her that it was once a demon, no one ever believed hunters but they worked on the sidelines.
Once everything was done or burned and gotten rid of, Alex had gotten her bag and left the house to go find her brothers Sam and Dean Winchester, they were now her only family left in this world. And she knew she had to find them now, her grandmother had always kept them away from her at a distance specially her father John, her grandmother never cared for him or the fact he was never there for his daughter and her mother. Life was not kind to her then and it wouldn't be now on the streets alone at seventeen.
Jeremiah Forrester, half-elf bard
A travelling bard, Jeremiah, or Jeremy, plays the violin, visiting towns across the continent in search of... Something. What, who knows. Riches? Fame? A lost friend? Something. Regardless, he's a good hand to have in a fight, or really anytime you need someone of many talents. Despite being a half-elf, he is unbelievably plain, with many not remembering particular features about him. Brown hair, light skin, maybe the fact that his clothing was a bit flashier than most people's, with leather and a few pieces of metal, but that was generally it.
Messaging
1. If I message first it’s most likely going to be awkward as hell. I’m just not used to messaging people first so bare with me.
2. I said this before but the age range for me accepting people is about 20-27. If I find out you’re younger or older I will unadd you.
3. I write in semi para.. otherwise I’ll struggle to keep up with the messages.
4. I can play multiple characters. I feel like it really adds to the story.
5. I have a job and I live with my best friend so I can get pretty busy. So I won’t be on all of the time due to this.
6. It kind of goes with number five but I struggle to respond sometimes so please understand that I was either burnt out or I was struggling with my mental health. I’ll try and keep you updated as well as I can on this issue.
7. I am not into g*re, I won’t do p*do sh*t, I won’t be your step mom or step sister (or mom in general.. yeah I’ve been asked that), I won’t do f*rry stuff, and I might do N*FW but that will not be the focus
2. I said this before but the age range for me accepting people is about 20-27. If I find out you’re younger or older I will unadd you.
3. I write in semi para.. otherwise I’ll struggle to keep up with the messages.
4. I can play multiple characters. I feel like it really adds to the story.
5. I have a job and I live with my best friend so I can get pretty busy. So I won’t be on all of the time due to this.
6. It kind of goes with number five but I struggle to respond sometimes so please understand that I was either burnt out or I was struggling with my mental health. I’ll try and keep you updated as well as I can on this issue.
7. I am not into g*re, I won’t do p*do sh*t, I won’t be your step mom or step sister (or mom in general.. yeah I’ve been asked that), I won’t do f*rry stuff, and I might do N*FW but that will not be the focus
Rules
1. I prefer not to do N*FW, but if the story allows it I’ll do a little. Just.. I’m not very comfortable with some of it and it’ll be hella awkward if it’s jumped right into.
2.I will be accepting people’s request from ages 20-27.
3. Be kind, I understand that the world is well.. not perfect but since it’s not perfect why don’t we all try and get along yeah?
4. Have fun, I know that’s why you’re here so let’s make it worth it
5. I get busy a good bit during the day or I simply get distracted. So, bare in mind that I probably will miss out on conversations. Sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes I’ll be convinced I responded and didn’t so keep this in mind too.
6. If I say no, that’s that.I know that’s obvious, but you know how the internet is.
8. I won’t play as a married person who will have a forbidden relationship with someone else. I’m sorry, but I’m not into cheating and that’s exactly what this is. So please don’t ask me to do this. And don’t ask my characters to cheat in general . I know it’s just rolpeplaying but I’m not comfortable even cheating on a fictional character.. it’s just not who I am as a person.
9. My characters won’t be much older than my actual age. I’m just not good at playing older than I am, it’s too awkward.
2.I will be accepting people’s request from ages 20-27.
3. Be kind, I understand that the world is well.. not perfect but since it’s not perfect why don’t we all try and get along yeah?
4. Have fun, I know that’s why you’re here so let’s make it worth it
5. I get busy a good bit during the day or I simply get distracted. So, bare in mind that I probably will miss out on conversations. Sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes I’ll be convinced I responded and didn’t so keep this in mind too.
6. If I say no, that’s that.I know that’s obvious, but you know how the internet is.
8. I won’t play as a married person who will have a forbidden relationship with someone else. I’m sorry, but I’m not into cheating and that’s exactly what this is. So please don’t ask me to do this. And don’t ask my characters to cheat in general . I know it’s just rolpeplaying but I’m not comfortable even cheating on a fictional character.. it’s just not who I am as a person.
9. My characters won’t be much older than my actual age. I’m just not good at playing older than I am, it’s too awkward.
Mikayla Steamhand, Gnome Soulknife
A member of the King's Guard, Mikayla is one of the higher up members of his 'White Eye' group, which has become a bit of a thieves guild in the city.
Trying to keep the Thieves Guild in order, Mikayla is one of the few that doesn't work in their more illegal businesses, and sticks to jobs that protect the king and his assets.
She uses two hand crossbows, which load via a 'clip' of bolts on each hip, along with three 'soul blades' that she keeps 'sheathed' on the left side of her belt. They are patterned after the Spatha blade, and float and attack on their own.
Trying to keep the Thieves Guild in order, Mikayla is one of the few that doesn't work in their more illegal businesses, and sticks to jobs that protect the king and his assets.
She uses two hand crossbows, which load via a 'clip' of bolts on each hip, along with three 'soul blades' that she keeps 'sheathed' on the left side of her belt. They are patterned after the Spatha blade, and float and attack on their own.
{Characters Personality}
Sam is usually kind, empathetic, intelligent and independent. he is described as 'sweet, brave, selfless Sam'. He is often the exasperated voice of reason in his relationship with Dean, who in turn sees him as a geek or prude, and teasingly calls him "bitch," to which Sam usually responds with "jerk". Dean has respect for Sam as a hunter and trusts Sam to "have his six". Sam is repeatedly telling Dean that killing humans is wrong and he does not enjoy the job as much as Dean. does and has a much healthier diet than his brother (Dean scoffs at Sam's diet and calls it "rabbit food"). According to Dean, Sam's blood type is O negative as said in the episode Red Meat. Sam also has a phobia of clowns, due to his brother often leaving him at Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie when they were children.
Sam has phenomenal mental power. This is most evident where he is able to mentally overpower possession by Satan himself to stop the apocalypse. Other incidences include, Sam is able to resist Famine's temptation and not drink more demon blood, exorcising the demons and incapacitating Famine instead.
Because of his intelligence, Sam is usually assigned the role of researching information for hunts; he is the "brain", whilst Dean is the "muscle". He normally remembers details that Dean overlooks and is prone to make connections quicker than his brother. He also knows a great deal of information that causes Dean to label him a "walking encyclopedia of weirdness". In college, Sam scored a 174 out of 180 on his LSAT, which Jessica Moore noted was "scary good" in the series pilot. In spite of their bickering, Sam has looked up to Dean since they were children and knows him better than anyone else. He tries to get Dean to open up about his emotions and problems, and encourages him to take care of himself; on several occasions, he has even been frustrated by his brother's fixation on placing Sam's well-being above his own. However, Sam shows similar protective tendencies towards Dean, particularly after Dean makes his deal and returns from Hell as a shadow of who he used to be, to the point that Sam's memories of Dean allowed him to regain control of his body while possessed by Lucifer. Sam tends to be driven by feelings of anger and vengeance.
Sam has phenomenal mental power. This is most evident where he is able to mentally overpower possession by Satan himself to stop the apocalypse. Other incidences include, Sam is able to resist Famine's temptation and not drink more demon blood, exorcising the demons and incapacitating Famine instead.
Because of his intelligence, Sam is usually assigned the role of researching information for hunts; he is the "brain", whilst Dean is the "muscle". He normally remembers details that Dean overlooks and is prone to make connections quicker than his brother. He also knows a great deal of information that causes Dean to label him a "walking encyclopedia of weirdness". In college, Sam scored a 174 out of 180 on his LSAT, which Jessica Moore noted was "scary good" in the series pilot. In spite of their bickering, Sam has looked up to Dean since they were children and knows him better than anyone else. He tries to get Dean to open up about his emotions and problems, and encourages him to take care of himself; on several occasions, he has even been frustrated by his brother's fixation on placing Sam's well-being above his own. However, Sam shows similar protective tendencies towards Dean, particularly after Dean makes his deal and returns from Hell as a shadow of who he used to be, to the point that Sam's memories of Dean allowed him to regain control of his body while possessed by Lucifer. Sam tends to be driven by feelings of anger and vengeance.
Izu *the fantasy superpower version.*
She's the kind of girl who stops people in their tracks. Her figure is a testament to her active lifestyle, strong yet graceful, like the branches of an ancient tree. Her skin is sun-kissed, glowing with the kind of warmth that only someone in love with the sun's embrace could possess. It's as if she's been sculpted from the earth itself, curves and edges that speak of natural beauty.
Her smile, it's like the first break of dawn, lighting up her face and promising new beginnings. It's genuine, reaching her eyes and making them twinkle with mirth. Her laughter is a melody that resonates with the soul, as refreshing as a clear mountain stream.
She dresses in a way that complements her connection with nature – earthy tones that echo the palette of the forest. Her clothes are a blend of comfort and style, never overshadowing the natural elegance that she exudes.
And her hair, it's not just brown; it's a cascade of various shades, from dark oak to soft amber, often adorned with wildflowers or leaves that she's woven into her locks. It frames her face perfectly, soft waves that move with the wind, as if they're alive.
Her presence is commanding yet gentle, a force of nature that's both nurturing and awe-inspiring. She's the embodiment of the world's beauty, a perfect balance between strength and softness, the kind of perfection that doesn't need to be loud to be noticed. She's simply mesmerizing, in every sense of the word.
This girl, she's not just any ordinary nature lover – she's the epitome of Mother Nature's apprentice. Her long, chestnut brown hair cascades over her shoulders like a waterfall, shimmering under the sun's caress. Those emerald green eyes of hers, they sparkle with the same vibrancy as the dew-kissed leaves at dawn. She's got this infectious energy about her, a mix of wildflower sweetness and the resilience of an oak.
When she wanders through the woods, it's like she's part of the landscape. Animals sense her kindred spirit, often accompanying her as if she's one of their own. Her laughter blends with the babbling brooks and rustling leaves, creating a symphony that celebrates life itself.
Her powers, oh, they're something else. With a gentle touch, she can encourage vines to unfurl, creating intricate patterns that decorate her path. She can summon the rain to nourish the parched earth or coax the sun from behind stubborn clouds. It's not just control – it's a harmonious dialogue with the elements, a deep-rooted understanding that all things are connected.
She's a guardian of green spaces, a protector of the balance between humankind and the wild. Her heart beats to the rhythm of the earth's pulse, and she moves with the grace of the wind. In her presence, you can't help but feel a sense of peace, a reminder of the simple beauty that nature holds. She's not just a girl – she's a living testament to the power and majesty of the natural world.
Her smile, it's like the first break of dawn, lighting up her face and promising new beginnings. It's genuine, reaching her eyes and making them twinkle with mirth. Her laughter is a melody that resonates with the soul, as refreshing as a clear mountain stream.
She dresses in a way that complements her connection with nature – earthy tones that echo the palette of the forest. Her clothes are a blend of comfort and style, never overshadowing the natural elegance that she exudes.
And her hair, it's not just brown; it's a cascade of various shades, from dark oak to soft amber, often adorned with wildflowers or leaves that she's woven into her locks. It frames her face perfectly, soft waves that move with the wind, as if they're alive.
Her presence is commanding yet gentle, a force of nature that's both nurturing and awe-inspiring. She's the embodiment of the world's beauty, a perfect balance between strength and softness, the kind of perfection that doesn't need to be loud to be noticed. She's simply mesmerizing, in every sense of the word.
This girl, she's not just any ordinary nature lover – she's the epitome of Mother Nature's apprentice. Her long, chestnut brown hair cascades over her shoulders like a waterfall, shimmering under the sun's caress. Those emerald green eyes of hers, they sparkle with the same vibrancy as the dew-kissed leaves at dawn. She's got this infectious energy about her, a mix of wildflower sweetness and the resilience of an oak.
When she wanders through the woods, it's like she's part of the landscape. Animals sense her kindred spirit, often accompanying her as if she's one of their own. Her laughter blends with the babbling brooks and rustling leaves, creating a symphony that celebrates life itself.
Her powers, oh, they're something else. With a gentle touch, she can encourage vines to unfurl, creating intricate patterns that decorate her path. She can summon the rain to nourish the parched earth or coax the sun from behind stubborn clouds. It's not just control – it's a harmonious dialogue with the elements, a deep-rooted understanding that all things are connected.
She's a guardian of green spaces, a protector of the balance between humankind and the wild. Her heart beats to the rhythm of the earth's pulse, and she moves with the grace of the wind. In her presence, you can't help but feel a sense of peace, a reminder of the simple beauty that nature holds. She's not just a girl – she's a living testament to the power and majesty of the natural world.
Almaric Dawnblade, Human Echoknight
A man out of time, Almeric (Ahlmar-Ick) was a warrior of legend about a century ago. Having perished in battle against an Empyrean, Almaric went into the history books as one of the greatest duelists of the time, cut down before he could truly do as he pleased.
Up until about a week ago, when a Druid brought him back from the dead utilizing the spell of True Resurrection. Being brought back in the midst of a fight between two groups, he quickly got to work, and put down the enemies of his reviver, before discussing what had happened.
A short time later, he was on the road, wandering back towards his homeland, wondering what had happened in the time since he'd been gone.
Up until about a week ago, when a Druid brought him back from the dead utilizing the spell of True Resurrection. Being brought back in the midst of a fight between two groups, he quickly got to work, and put down the enemies of his reviver, before discussing what had happened.
A short time later, he was on the road, wandering back towards his homeland, wondering what had happened in the time since he'd been gone.
{Characters Apperance}
Sam has shaggy brown hair that grows longer and smoother in later seasons; he had a fringe as a child as well as in the first two seasons. Over the course of the show, he grew the fringe out. His eye color seems to change; sometimes they appear light green, sometimes they appear brown, etc. He is noted by other characters to be handsome. Sam is very tall, 6′ 4″ {193.04 cm}having a muscular build with broad shoulders and a muscular chest. This is especially ironic considering that he used to be teased for being short and wiry as a teenager. Like Dean, Sam often wears multiple layers of clothing {namely plaid shirts} as well as jeans and boots, Sam, who is known for always having a clean shaved face, has been sporting some facial stubble similar to Dean. Sam later grew a beard in the three weeks that Dean was possessed by Michael, mainly due to running himself ragged while hunting for leads. He later shaves it off after Dean made fun of him.
Sam got a tattoo on his chest of the anti-possession symbol to protect himself from demons. He kept it until Road Trip when Castiel removed it so Crowley could go inside Sam and help him expel Gadreel. He got it restored at some point.
Sam got a tattoo on his chest of the anti-possession symbol to protect himself from demons. He kept it until Road Trip when Castiel removed it so Crowley could go inside Sam and help him expel Gadreel. He got it restored at some point.
The Kitsune
Full Name: Nikki
Nickname (if any): Nini, Foxy
Age: 21
Race: Kitsune
Occupation: Unknown
Place of Birth: Koajiro Forest, Japan
Current Place of Living: Koajiro Forest, Japan
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: DD
Hair Color: Brown/White
Eye Color: Blue
Blood Type: O-
Likes: Exploring, Sweets, Tea, Sake, Attention, Cuddling, Long Walks, Hot Springs, Flowers, Ramen Noodles, Meat
Dislikes: Snowy weather, Thunderstorms, Darkness, Larger Animals, Her tail being pulled, Getting Muddy
Personality:
Nikki is very nonchalant and free. She has never been strict or very unsure about anything and is extremely gentle and kind when it comes to people. She can be a little cautious but at the same time she has never had any issues with anyone in the past. She is welcoming of people and enjoys learning whatever she can. Nikki can be extremely flirty and clingy often times clinging onto her loved one's arm. She can be pouty and easily jealous if she thinks something is wrong.
Nickname (if any): Nini, Foxy
Age: 21
Race: Kitsune
Occupation: Unknown
Place of Birth: Koajiro Forest, Japan
Current Place of Living: Koajiro Forest, Japan
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: DD
Hair Color: Brown/White
Eye Color: Blue
Blood Type: O-
Likes: Exploring, Sweets, Tea, Sake, Attention, Cuddling, Long Walks, Hot Springs, Flowers, Ramen Noodles, Meat
Dislikes: Snowy weather, Thunderstorms, Darkness, Larger Animals, Her tail being pulled, Getting Muddy
Personality:
Nikki is very nonchalant and free. She has never been strict or very unsure about anything and is extremely gentle and kind when it comes to people. She can be a little cautious but at the same time she has never had any issues with anyone in the past. She is welcoming of people and enjoys learning whatever she can. Nikki can be extremely flirty and clingy often times clinging onto her loved one's arm. She can be pouty and easily jealous if she thinks something is wrong.