Name: William Drey
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity/Species: Caucasian, Human


Height: 5'7
Weight: 110
Hair Colour: Blond
Hair Length: Short
Hairstyle: Messy
Eye Colour: Hazel


Birthmarks: None
Tattoos: None
Scars: Several small ones

Sexual Attitude: Heeterosexual
Moral Alignment: Good
Religious Alignment: None
Reputation: Unknown
Criminal Status: Average


Family: Unknown
Significant Other(s): None



Powers:
Soul Perception

A Watcher is an exceptionally gifted individual, capable of perceiving the souls of other people and interacting with them, both as a passive observer (thus the name) and as an active participant, affecting their essence

Name: Norrix
Age: 500
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity/Species: Dhampfir


Height: 6'1
Weight: 120
Hair Colour: 'Very' Bright Blond
Hair Length: Long
Hairstyle: Loose
Eye Colour: Blue


Birthmarks: None
Tattoos: None
Scars: None

Financial Status: Wealthy
Sexual Attitude: Heterosexual
Moral Alignment: Good
Religious Alignment: None
Reputation: Unknown
Criminal Status: None



Occupation: Vampire Hunter
Languages & Dialects Spoken: Various



Family: Deceased
Significant Other(s): None
Likes: Music, forests, birds
Dislikes: Vampires, Cities
Dreams: A world purged of Vampires
Powers:
Mist Form
Wolf Form
Bat Form
Familiar Conjouration
Enhanced Healing
Immortality
Enhanced speed, strength, etc
Fire Magic
Teleportation (Short distance.)


"A Dhampir. Born to the unholy union of a mortal and vampire. Above man, but below a true vampire. Free of the weaknesses that plague the night walkers, but with all that effect a normal man, and free of the natural evil disposition that comes with Vampirism."

Name: Silvio Aridrunner
Age: 1500
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity/Species: Undead, previously an elf


Height: 6'0
Weight: 100
Hair Colour: Black
Hair Length: Long
Hairstyle: Loose
Eye Colour: Varies


Birthmarks: None
Tattoos: None
Scars: Countless

Sexual Attitude: Asexual
Moral Alignment: Good
Religious Alignment: None
Reputation: Feared
Criminal Status: Kill on sight


Family: All deceased
Significant Other(s): Deceased



Powers:
Immortality
Healing Factor
Soul absorbtion
Gliding
Super human physical capabilities


"We are the forsaken. The betrayed. The Monsters mothers tell their children of. Those who scour the world for souls to replace the one we've lost."

Name: Alistar Ven
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity/Species: Vampire, previously human


Height: 5'8
Weight: 144
Hair Colour: White
Hair Length: Long
Hairstyle: Loose
Eye Colour: Red


Birthmarks: None
Tattoos: None
Scars: None

Financial Status: Above par
Sexual Attitude: Heterosexual
Moral Alignment: Evil
Religious Alignment: None
Reputation: generally feared
Criminal Status: Wanted dead


Highest Education Level Achieved: collage graduate
Occupation: None
Languages & Dialects Spoken: English
Talents/Skills: Master Swordsman


Family: unknown


Significant Other(s): none


Powers:
Immortality
Blood draining
Enhanced healing
Levitation
Telepathy
Enhanced physicals


"When I was murdered, I knew not whether I was in heaven or hell. Nor did I care. All I felt was the urge to send my killers off with me. Thus I bargained with a necromancer, without thinking. So came the curse of undeath..."

It was cold. Moisture dripped from the stone above. Drops smacking against the floor. Yet despite the cold, there was crackling. That of a fire. Yet despite the flame it remained cold, as though the fire weren't truly there. Behind the fire was a hooded man, in red, velvet robes, with a staff resting against his lap. His hands were over the fire, they almost had a golden colour to them.

"Oh my, I'm being a bit of a hog now, aren't I?" The man said, his voice soft.

Then the cave became warmer, almost moments after he spoke. "You took quite the tumble." He stated, lowering his head ever so slightly.

"To answer the questions you may have..."

"No. Like you, I have no idea whom you may be. Perhaps you were a merchant, an adventurer.  Perhaps even a hero. I know not."

"Nor do I know how long you've been here for. You see, this cave, it possesses fascinating magical properties. I've been here for days, yet I've not felt hunger, thirst. Just tired."

"However, I do know this. Whatever the world was before you wound up here. It is much different now. A Dark age one could say."

The man stood, using his staff for support. "I suppose it was quite rude of me to make myself at home. My apologies, I shall leave."

His appearance was much easier to make out. His skin was indeed somewhat golden. But not to the degree of his eyes, they're oddly shaped pupils to be specific.

"I bid thee well, stranger." The man said. His back turned to you, and he took several steps before coughing, violently. When the fit ended he wiped his lips with a cloth. For the few seconds it was in sight the colour red was visible on it. Then he began to walk, toward what was presumably the entrance.