First name: Atlas (Given to him by someone from his past, as his true name is incomprehensible by mankind)
Middle name(s):
Surname: Terran (when blending in with humans, otherwise he doesn't have one)
Nicknames: Whatever the rp dictates
Age: Unknown (appears 18-19)
Date of birth: Unknown
Race: Elemental? He is nature itself, so whatever you decide to call that
Gender: Gender-fluid, takes whatever form nature calls them to take; identifies as male most times however.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Current residence: In the place humans call "The Garden of Eden" which confuses him since it's neither a garden, nor is his name Eden
Relationship status: Searching for his counterpart
Social status: Nature itself

Traits of Voice

Accent (if any): However a character envisions his voice, that is what it becomes. I kind of just make it up on the spot.
Language spoken: Allspeak- can be understood in any species' native tongue
Other languages known: N/A
Style of speaking: Rather anciently, not understanding human idioms at times
Volume of voice: Atlas is soft-spoken, but can be rather ferocious when angered

Physical Appearence

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 135lbs
Eye colour: bright marigold
Skin colour: fair and pinkish
Shape of face: very round, soft features
Distinguishing features: large goat's horns and hooves (only to those that can see his true appearance)
Build of body: Rather feminine and curvaceous. Sometimes he feels small in comparison to the other Elementals, especially his brother Zephyrine who rules over the skies


Personality: Atlas is comparable to an oak seedling. He is small, but holding within himself the strength of an ironwood tree. He is both fearful of man's unending greed and capacity for destruction, but Atlas is inspired by their potential for love and creation.

Bio: Before there was man or animal, they existed. They were the primal forces of nature that would become the foundation of all life on the planet, the Progenitors. They were the sky, the oceans, the flame of existence, the very essence of night and day, and most powerful of all the earth itself. That was the way life came to be on planet earth. He wasn't born, simply waking up into existence. Even among his siblings, Atlas was ostracized. Despite his timid nature, he was the strongest of the Progenitors. As mankind came to exist, he was praised as a god. Over time, their belief in him dwindled. Their pollution of the planet weakened him, driving him in and out of a deep slumber. It is the modern day, and something calls to him. It is time to leave his home, and seek out the source of that strong feeling deep within himself.

1. Please, PLEASE HAVE GOOD GRAMMAR. I need to be able to read to enjoy our story.
2. I prefer to plot before writing, so do not approach in character or with a starter already. Stories work best when they are planned out.
3. I tend to write on the longer and more descriptive side, so please attempt the same.
4. I really didn't plan on having to say this. Please just put effort into the story. If you notice that I write a lot and don't feel that you can do the same, just tell me.
5. The most important rule. Have fun writing. If you enjoy it, you'll put in effort. Then I can enjoy it.

First name: Luciatis
Middle name(s): Lupis
Surname: Lycannis
Nicknames: None
Age: Unknown (appears 20-25)
Date of birth: Unknown
Race: Pure Blood Werewolf
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (Dominant given he is an Alpha)
Current residence: Estate of House Lycannis in England
Relationship status: Seeking a mate to make his Queen
Social status: King of the Wolves and Alpha of the Silver Moon’s Horde.

Traits of Voice

Accent (if any):
Language spoken:
Other languages known: Unknown
Style of speaking: Eloquent, teasing, sometimes quite pompous
Volume of voice: Rather quiet but that's because when he speaks, all listen

Physical Appearence

Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 160lbs
Eye colour: Blue
Skin colour: Rather pale but with a fair complexion
Shape of face: angular
Distinguishing features: wears glasses
Build of body: slim but muscular


Personality

Being the Alpha of the most feared of all the Night Hordes, Luciatis is an ancient force of nature who makes the blood of even the most brave, run ice cold. Despite his terrifying aura, he holds a kindness that can be off putting to those that do not know him well. He is territorial and protective of those he deems as his own. Of the Elder Fiends, he is second to none, his strength rivaling that of even Dracula Tepes himself. Luciatis is regarded as the King of the Wolves and is their Alpha without question. Is he only a monster, capable of slaughtering all who stand in his way, or is there a passion to be found under his cold heart?

First name: Unknown
Middle name(s): Unknown
Surname: Unknown
Nicknames: "You may call me Doctor" -Doctor-
Age: Unknown (appears 20-25)
Date of birth: Unknown
Race: Unknown (appears human)
Gender: Male?
Sexuality: Pansexual
Current residence: Unknown
Relationship status:
Social status: Well, he is a doctor
Traits of Voice

Accent (if any): Light modern Frenh accent
Language spoken: English (French when he is upset)
Other languages known: Unknown
Style of speaking: Eccentric, esoteric, intellectual, and punctual
Volume of voice: Rather quiet but that's because when he speaks, all listen

Physical Appearence

Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 175 lbs
Eye colour: It is best you don't know
Skin colour: His French accent would lead one to think he is a Frenchman?
Shape of face: Well isn't that a good question. Sometimes not even he remembers
Distinguishing features: Plague Doctor's mask
Build of body: slim but muscular


Personality
Doctor is a quiet character that is as old as he is cryptic and mysterious. What has he seen? What does he know? No one knows. He is a creature whose presence casts shadows over a sweltering summer day. Doctor is wise and composed. He is a playful character for being so closely representative of death. He loves a good game of chess and a worthy opponent. Can you discover the secret that lies behind the mask? What hides behind that raven's maw? A man? Or a monster?

Name: Desparr
Age: Eternal
Gender: Takes what ever mortal form is most comfortable, depends on their mood
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (can take any form so gender is irrelevant to them)

-Appearance-
Appears to mortals in whatever form helps them feel most comfortable with their death depending on the life they've lived (sometimes as a shadow, other times appearing as a large creature with a stag skull for a head)
Height: Varies depending on shape
Eye Color: Varies
Hair Color: Varies


-Personality-
Desparr is a fickle creature that is extremely observant and rather softspoken. Their job as the God of the Dead requires them to be rather impartial, but they simply can't fight their intense intrigue in mankind. As a collector of stories, they commonly interact with the dead that they grant the final desires of. They are very wise but also rather innocent and naive for being the God of Death.
Likes: Living creatures, good stories, music (particularly classical piano),
Dislikes: Nothing really
Strengths: Commands the armies of the dead and exists eternally until the end of time, is omniscient always and essentially omnipotent in the realm of the Dead where they are ruler
Weaknesses: extremely naive and curious
Fears: Being alone (they only discover this after meeting someone they connect with)