Name: Edwin Lemont
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity/Species: Caucasian Male


Height: 5'7
Weight: 100 lbs
Hair Colour: Blond
Hair Length: Long
Hairstyle: Messy
Eye Colour: Grey


Birthmarks: None
Tattoos: None
Scars: A few small one's here and there

Financial Status: Rich
Sexual Attitude: Heterosexual
Moral Alignment: Good
Religious Alignment: None
Reputation: Very well known
Criminal Status: None


Occupation: 'Prince', Wanderer
Hobbies: Writing, Drinking, going for walks. brawling
Languages & Dialects Spoken: Various

Strengths:
Skilled fencer
High alcohol tolerance
High Stamina
Educated to a degree
Good at remaining unnoticed


Family: King William (Father.)
Prince Alfred (Brother.)


Significant Other(s): None


Bio: TBA

Full Name: Unkown
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity/Species: Human

Height: 5'9
Weight: 140 lb
Hair Colour: Dark
Hair Length: Long
Hairstyle: Messy
Eye Colour: Brown


Birthmarks: None
Tattoos: None
Scars: Far too many to count
Financial Status: Dirt broke

Sexual Attitude: Heterosexual
Moral Alignment: Neutral (Can change during the RP.)
Religious Alignment: None


Reputation: Unknown
Occupation: None
Hobbies: None, yet
Languages & Dialects Spoken:
English
Talents/Skills:
Shows a natural affinity for Swordsman ship.
Basic magic capabilities,
Incredibly durable
High pain tolerance


Flaws:
An amnesiac
Not very good with ranged weapons
Remembering past events can be quite mentally taxing, and even painful
No real connections, ties, or anything of the sort that can be used to his benefit when it comes to other people
Easily mistaken for being undead, which can often end violently.


Imagine waking on a metal slab. Your mind blank, no memories of what had brought you to this moment, your body scarred beyond recognition, with no memory of how you once looked, whether you were attractive, average, or if the scars had made you uglier then you'd been before. With the only possible hint being words carved into the flesh of your back, among the scars that already covered your body.

// The general idea for this character is to be a blank slate. He does have a backstory, though this will be something that will slowly be hinted at throughout an RP, and yes, this character is based on something. If you know what it is...Then you're cool I guess.

Full Name: Count Garrett
Age: 570
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity/Species: Formerly Human, currently Vampire


Height: 6'4
Weight: 70 lb
Hair Colour: N/A
Hair Length: Bald
Hairstyle: N/A
Eye Colour: Red


Birthmarks: None
Tattoos: None
Scars: None
Financial Status: Wealthy

Sexual Attitude: Asexual
Moral Alignment: Evil
Religious Alignment: None


Reputation: Unknown
Occupation: Count
Hobbies: Exploring the human body (By dissecting it and studying it's innards.)
Languages & Dialects Spoken:
English
Elven
Various forgotten Languages
Talents/Skills:
Master of Blood Magic
Master Swordsman
Skilled Surgeon
Skilled Alchemist
Superhuman Physical Capabilties
Several low grade Polymorphic Abilties

Flaws:
Deathly Vulnerable to Light
Weak to Holy magic
Damaged by Healing magic
Needs to consume blood far more often then other types of Vampires
Family: All deceased


Many clans of Vampires exist, a fact the general populace of the world is fairly ignorant to. Some clans are more akin to warriors, and others are naturally more inclined towards magic. The Nosferatu would fall into the latter category. Despite their beast like appearance they are quite elegant, and one of the oldest and most powerful clans. Whoever, their beast like appearance also comes with beast like habits. Where most vampires can stave off feeding for weeks, if not months, if they avoid using their vampire abilities, or can simply feed on animals, the nosferatu require a constant intake of humanoid blood to avoid entering a frenzied, feral state.

The nosferatu can also bend their change aspects of their body, to a degree. They can sprout wings from their backs, or turn their fingers into claws capable of damaging even Dragons. But their power always has a price. While many vampires are simply weakened in the light, they would be killed in a matter if seconds if exposed to it.

Full Name: Marcus Stanus
Age: 230
Gender:Male
Race/Ethnicity/Species: Dwarf

Height: 4'5
Weight: 130lbs
Hair Colour: N/A
Hair Length: Bald
Hairstyle: N/A
Eye Colour: Blue


Birthmarks: None
Tattoos: None
Scars: A multitude of cut scars
Financial Status: Fluctuates

Sexual Attitude: Heterosexual,
Moral Alignment: Neutral
Religious Alignment: None


Reputation: Famous
Occupation: Pirate
Hobbies: Cooking, Sailing, sleeping
Languages & Dialects Spoken:
English
Dwarven

Talents/Skills:
High resistance to magic
Skilled Sailor
Talented Leader
Master of two handed weapons
Master marksman (With a crossbow)
Excellent Sailor
Peak Dwarven Strength
Boulder like Durability

Flaws:
Has quite a temper
Fairly slow (Movement/reaction wise)
Cannot use any form of magic
Short
Blind in one eye

Family: Queen Justinia (Sister.)


Backstory: The Beast of the sea was once Prince of the Hill Dwarves. When he and his sisters parents passed on she, due to being eldest and seemingly most fit for the role, took the throne. Whether it was the power, or simply a way she had always been at her core, the new Queen was tyrannical. Executions of those who criticized her ruler-ship seemingly became the norm, resistance was quickly crushed and the Kingdom became a police state where even the most minor of things could get one imprisoned.

The Beast planted the roots of rebellion two years into her reign, and began a civil war which waged for ten more, but ultimately the rebellion was crushed in a final navel battle, in which the Beast was left on an isle of spirits, known to drive men mad. But Marcus managed to retain his sanity and escape.

From then on he became known as the Beast, founding a crew of infamous pirates known for terrorizing the seas, particularly the dwarven region.

Full Name: Aithlin Royra
Age: 570
Gender:Male
Race/Ethnicity/Species: High Elf

Height: 5'8
Weight: 100 LBS
Hair Colour: Raven Black
Hair Length: Short
Hairstyle: Messy
Eye Colour: Milky Grey


Birthmarks: None
Tattoos: None
Scars: Several burns throughout his body
Financial Status: Poor

Sexual Attitude: Heterosexual,
Moral Alignment: Neutral
Religious Alignment: None


Reputation: Unknown
Occupation: Hunter
Hobbies: None
Languages & Dialects Spoken:
English
Elvish
Dwarven
Orcish
Draconic
Talents/Skills:
Master with fire based magic
Immunity to fire
Master swordsman
Adept Marksman
Novice Alchemis
Super Human Physical Capabilities
Flaws:
Weak to ice based magic
Weak to Holy Magic
Not always 'in control'

Family: Unknown


Backstory: There are many hunters in the world. Hunters that focus on Witches, Monsters, Vampires, and Demons.

But few are capable of hunting creatures from the void, that crawl through the rifts between worlds. That seek to corrupt whatever they can, and slowly deteriorate the barrier between worlds.

Void Hunters are the reason this has not been successful. Hunters who meld their souls with demonic beings in order to wage war against the otherworldly, for both mortal and immortal alike are threatened by their existence.

Elves are ideal for the process, their already long lifespan in made significantly longer due to the presence of a demon within their body, in addition their natural inclination towards magic gives them a much higher chance of surviving the process then other races

Aithlin Royra was a victim of the Order. Like many Orphans, he was adopted with the purpose of being melded into a void hunter. First, the body must be at peak physical condition, meaning years of endless exercise and training. Then the spirit must be molded into a conduit for the Arcane, and finally, a piece of that very spirit is to be severed to make room for half another.

Many die during this ritual, and some view this as a mercy. Those who survive are little more then weapons, with the sole purpose of eradicating the Void.