Name

Demon form: Dante

Species: Demon, Soul bound

Age: 350

Personality: Dante is a violent soul, craving power, and a chance to crush those weaker than himself. Whilst he greatly detests being bound to the soul of a human, he doesn’t hate Dominic, having somewhat of a pity towards the boy. He has always held a protective nature over Dominic, forcing control to protect him whenever he gets in over his head. Part of him longs to break their curse and be free to do as he wishes once more, yet he has also grown fond of his human companion.

Whilst Dante is nothing but a violent creature of hatred on the surface, he is reasonably well graced in his social etiquette when needed. He has spent his time trying to understand the complicated emotions of humans and whilst he will often step over the line with things, he does attempt to respect Dominics wishes where he can. He will never admit to his fondness though, seeing it as a weakness others might exploit if discovered.

Powers: Dante’s powers lie in shadow manipulation. Once upon a time he was a demon who could become seamless with the shadows and darkness around him. Someone who was greatly feared and deemed near untouchable. Yet since his soul was bound to its human host a large amount of that power in turn was locked away.

When not in control Dante is simply able to speak to Dominic within his mind, though it takes some effort to push past the boy’s resistance. When he does gain control of the body, he takes on a more demonic form, in this form he becomes stronger and more agile. He is still able to wield some degree of his demonic power, creating shadowy armour and weapons with which to fight with, though he can only maintain these constructs for a limited time. He can slip into shadows temporarily though this is at a great drain on his power, and he cannot use them to transport from place to place as he once could at his full power.

Weaknesses: Dominic, he has grown soft for the human to which he is bound, magical sources of intense light such as angelic light, he is only able to draw upon his powers for a limited time due to the bound nature of his soul. The more he utilizes this power the more rapidly this source declines. He is unable to maintain permanent control over Dominics body.

Likes: Violence, watching people suffer, when he is in control of the body, watching Dominic work through his eyes, examining the strange emotions of humans.

Dislikes: Those that bring harm to Dominic, Dominics parents (though he doesn’t express the true reasoning why), when he is forcefully supressed, those that bound him.

Background:
Dante was once a widely feared demon of one of the larger royal families, his powers leading many to believe he was untouchable as he ruled over a large faction of demons on his own. Few would dare stand up to him and those that did often met a swift and violent fate at his hands. He remembers his homestead and the army that served under him, alongside those that stood by his side in his rule.

Yet what he does have little recollection of, is the one that managed to finally get one over on the almighty demon. A vague memory of being plunged into darkness unfamiliar than that of his shadows, a crushing weight pressing in around him before his soul was ripped from its physical form. It felt as though he had been chained up, locked away to never see the light of day once more, then eventually there was a spark of light.

It would take some time to realise that he had been bound to another soul, even longer to discover that soul was human, too weak to truly accept him attempting to test his bounds. He could sense the fragile nature of his prison and yet with no knowledge on what would happen if his new host were to perish, he would bide his time. It was an odd sensation watching a world go by without being able to stretch out a hand to influence it, yet slowly his vessel became stronger, able to withstand small attempts for him to push against the walls that boxed him in.

When his host would sleep, he would test the waters, slowly understanding what control he could take, how much power he could reach and what he could use with this new form. He had planned to continue to work in secret till that first time he had felt his host was in true danger. Out of a fear for his own existence more so than that of Dominic’s own safety, he would try and claw control of their physical form, managing to subdue the would-be attacker before slipping into unconsciousness himself.

It was the first time he had taken true control, yet it seemed that doing so was at a great expense to himself. Whilst this newfound ability allowed him to step in and protect the body when needed, he had yet to discover how to communicate with the other soul that he was tethered to, it was as though a wall kept the pair firmly separated. This wall was shattered the night that Dominic’s father tried to kill his child, Dante stuck helplessly watching the scene unfold outside his grasp, having burnt up too much power to retake control. He shouted with all his might for the boy to move, to run, to do anything. He saw the blade raise high in the air ready to strike. Then it appeared he was heard, a sudden rush of newfound energy allowing him in the briefest of moments to land a strike that bought the pair time to escape.

From there the connection between souls strengthened steadily. It was discovered that when Dominic was willing, taking control and communicating came at significantly less strain, allowing for a new freedom for Dante. Yet that wasn’t to say that the pairs relationship was not strained. When explaining to the boy what he believed was how they came to be, Dominic had rejected such an idea, refusing to accept such a fate had been placed upon his shoulders. Whilst over time that rejection has softened, the relationship between Dante and Dominic remains strained.

Dante still wishes to find a way to separate the pair and regain his own existence, though his view has shifted from one of not caring what happened to his host, to one of wanting to ensure when all is done Dominic is given the freedom to live a life of his own afterwards.

(Please be aware this characters background touches on sensitive topics including abuse.)

Name

Human form: Dominic

Species: Human, Soul bound

Age: 27

Personality: Dominic is a laid-back individual with a passion for sculpting and a preference for personal space. He is generally quiet, though if you get him talking about his hobbies, he can become rather expressive. Having grown up with his family keeping him at an arm’s length and sheltering him from others, Dominic never learnt particularly good social skills. Whilst he never goes out to offend people, he lacks a filter and can often end up being a touch too blunt, hence preferring to just keep his mouth shut.

A side effect of his upbringing means he is not one to stand for violence, having been on the receiving end plenty across his childhood. He will step in the middle of fights or to protect someone without thinking about the consequences first. This can lead to him getting in over his head, Dante feeding on this aggression and using it as an opportunity to seize control.

Dominic is rather secretive about his personal life, finding it hard to open the doors and let others see beyond what he wishes them to. He often wears a mask when out to help hide away his expressions, never wanting to give others too much of an opportunity to get a read on him. He keeps up these walls even with his agent Samuel who has known him for several years and is the closest person Dominic has to a friend.

Powers: None in his human form.

Weaknesses: Dante’s ability to seize control of his form, lack of social skills, can’t cope with crowded spaces.

Likes: Creating his sculptures, music, solitude, Samuel enough, the view from his studio.

Dislikes: Crowded places, violence, socializing, his parents, Dante, animals though they often don’t like him in return.

Background: Dominic was born into a troubled childhood from the start, thanks to a curse placed upon his family he was what one would call soul bound. In essence this means that from the moment he came into his existence another soul was sealed within his body and he became a vessel, both protecting said soul and keeping its powers contained.

Up until the age of seven this would prove to be of little problem, the effects of being soul bound not visible other than the strange colour of his eyes. Despite on the outside Dominic appearing rather normal, his parents had always been cold towards their child. He was never showered with affection, never given toys to play with or allowed to go and play with others his age. His parents never expressing why they held such distaste towards their own flesh and blood.

They couldn’t keep him sheltered forever though, eventually being enrolled in public school, it was the first time Dominic got to meet others of his own age. It was not an easy transition, he didn’t know how to play with others, often becoming possessive over toys he took an interest in. Soon he became an outcast and in turn a target for bullies, the first time he returned home with a bloodied nose he had expected his parents to react. To show concern as to why he was hurt. Yet instead, they scolded him for attracting trouble, telling him that he should keep his head down and behave.

Over time the bullying progressed, and it was not long before his eighth birthday that the first incident happened. His parents were called in after Dominic had been found knelt on the chest of one of his bullies, knuckles bloodied and the child beneath him beaten severely. He had no recollection of the events that had led up to the teachers pulling him away, eyes glued to the floor as his teachers would inform his parents of his exclusion. When he got home his father had pinned him against the wall, screaming in his face and beating him within an inch of his life, before tossing him into his room and locking the door. His mother had stood by tears streaking her features as she had turned a blind eye to his supposed punishment.

For two weeks that room was his only existence, food delivered once a day and a bucket tossed carelessly inside to act as a toilet. This was the first in a long line of incidents that would follow, leading first to expulsion from his school before forcing the family to move. Time and time again the cycle repeated, Dominic having seemingly lost control and violently beaten down those around him only to receive the same treatment from his father before being locked away once more.

Eventually his parents resorted to home schooling him, though this just meant more solitude, Dominic still unaware of what he had done to make his father so angry, to make his parents hate him so much. He would only ever catch snippets of their arguments, ear pressed against his door. “……A monster……that wretched curse……. can’t continue……...has to end……...enough is enough!”

At the age of fifteen Dominic heard the voice for the first time, crystal clear as if it was his own in his mind. They urged him to run away, that it was no longer safe. Dominic would ignore it, pushing it away, not understanding what was going on. That night his father arrived in his room, stood over his bed as he stirred, a glint of metal in his hand raised high over the bed. For the first time things were not simply forgotten, though the events were foggy he recalled some of what followed. His father had been wielding a knife, he had been trying to kill him. The voice had demanded he give control, frightened he had resisted as he begged his father to stop……a glimpse of a black hand, golden claws at their fingertips….the cry of his father as he clutched his own face….the warmth of blood between his fingers……..the sting of the cold night air and the sharp stones that cut into his feet as he fled into the night.

For the next few years Dominic lived on the streets, scraping together what little he could to survive, the voice becoming a more frequent occurrence in his mind. He learnt that the voice belonged to someone called Dante. Slowly coming to understand his curse and the demon whose soul had been bound to his own. Blanks steadily began to fill, each time he had forgotten what had happened in his past being the result of Dante seizing control, as he would claim to ‘protect’ them both. Yet Dominic would question why he had never protected him from his father, never getting a true answer.


His parents never attempted to seek him out, Dominic eventually finding refuge and starting to pull together a life of his own. He worked himself to the bone to get into community college, choosing to study art and finding he had a talent for sculpting. His art teacher took a shining to him and supported him, providing opportunities for him to transition his newfound passion into a career. Despite the care, even as things started to settle, Dominic found it hard to form relationships with those around him, having long since shut himself out from the world. He still despised Dante, doing his best to shut the demon out, though Dante would force control at times.

At current he works part time in a warehouse where he can simply keep to himself and shift stock without too much hassle. A small bout of good fortune landing him a reasonably spacious studio apartment in which he now resides, being both his home and where he now works to create his sculptures. Thanks to a talent scout called Samuel, who was directed to him by his old art teacher, Dominic has become a growing face in the art world. He has begun hosting his own gallery exhibits, his works often depicting twisted views of human nature, demons, and demonic creatures. Whilst he still finds it hard to open up, he has at least managed to settle into some form of routine that he finds comfortable for now.

Name: Yuki

Species: Snow spirit

Age: 15-18 (Age can vary based on setting)

Personality: Yuki is fairly soft spoken; she doesn't like getting rolled up into conflict and shuts down if caught in too much conflict herself. She is somewhat wary of others and can be very secretive for good reason. Yuki wants to make friends with others though and is trying to overcome issues stemming from her past.

Powers: Yuki being a snow spirit has her powers routed in snow and ice. She is often cool to the touch compared to those around her, though this can be brushed off easily. When she becomes overwhelmed, she can end up emitting a cold aura around herself.

Her powers allow her to summon snow and ice by freezing water in the air and objects around her. Whilst she can freeze things, she doesn't have the power to thaw them out after they are frozen.

When using her powers too much, she begins to develop an almost frost across her hands and up her arms where she is doing so. Whilst this doesn't cause her any major harm, if it builds up too much it can make it hard to move easily and takes her some time to recover.

Weaknesses: Yuki is susceptible to heat, due to the cold nature of her species she finds summers hard. She becomes drained quickly and can often end up feeling ill if she gets too warm.

When overwhelmed it can cause her to lose control of her powers or shut down, both of which leave her highly vulnerable at the time.

Likes: Snow, Winter, Cold, her pet snow fox Frost, her adoptive father, walks in nature.

Dislikes: Hot weather, being in confined areas, conflict, people shouting at her, anywhere medical related.

Background: Yuki was brought up in a lab, her origins being kept a top-level secret to the point she doesn't even know if she has parents. Her upbringing was one of strict routine and frequent testing. She was put through regular testing on her abilities and was treated poorly by the scientists around her.

When she would try and argue against what they were doing, they would hurt her or lock her away in a tiny cell on her own for days at a time. The scientists took fondly to abusing her weakness to heat, cranking up the heaters in her room to make her suffer when she refused to go along with their orders.

Thankfully for Yuki, a young scientist by the name of Arlow started to grow attached to the young girl, attempting to object to her treatment only to be shut down by those around him. He would try and sneak Yuki treats when he could or shorten her punishments when she got into trouble. Arlow attempted to advocate for her rights but failed due to the pressure of the higher ups that ran the facility. He would allow her to meet some of the animals that were also under his care in the lab which is how she became friends with her companion Frost, an arctic fox.

In secret he began creating a plan to help Yuki escape, eventually succeeding before taking the two into hiding. Whilst they spent some time laying low, Yuki eventually developed a want to explore more of the world and attempt to build more relationships. She convinced Arlow to enrol her in public education, seeing it as a good way to interact with her peers. Now she attempts to keep her secret as she tries to understand what it means to have a normal life.

(I have intentionally kept some details vague on Yuki as I want them to be discovered through story, such as her past and how this has effected her)

Name: Alexander Theodore Rothchester

Species: Human

Age: 22

Personality: In reality Alexander is kind hearted, caring and loves nothing more than to show his appreciation to people for the the aid they provide him. Yet being so soft is not deemed appropriate for his standing. When he is forced to put on his airs he can come off a little cold, there is no need to thank those serving royals as it is a privilege that they are able to do so. Being stuck in a world where he can't be his true self has always been a challenge.

Likes: Walks in the gardens, when he is able to be himself, the idea of the ocean though he has never been, cake.

Dislikes: People who are nice to him only because of his standing, having to attend royal affairs, spicy foods, that he cannot be kinder to those that work for him.

Bio: Alexander Theodore Rothchester, first in line and heir to the Rothchester throne has everything he could ever ask for in life. From the finest of clothes to any food he desires at the snap of his fingers, if it can be provided then he can have it. Well almost everything. The life of being a royal is not all it is made out to be. Parents who never have time for you growing up, being scolded because you tried to offer the staff gifts for always working so hard, never knowing who really likes him for himself and who is simply looking for a way into the families favour.

He as grown accustomed to following his fathers commands, the mask that he has to wear when representing the family. He found ways to sneak small acts of appreciation to the staff that wouldn't in turn tell his father that he was once again being too soft. The garden became his escape for quite some time, loosing himself amongst the maze of hedges and flowers, only disturbed by those tasked with tending to the sprawling greenery until some poor servant was sent to locate him for another royal duty.

Eventually though things get boring, watching the festivities of those in the kingdom they ruled over. Only once did he try to sneak out to join them, donning what would be deemed commoners attire as he slipped out into the crowds. It was one of the best times of his life, no one recognizing the prince that spent so little time in the public eye without his royal attire. A small stall caught his eyes, selling treasures from around the world, trinkets of all varying shapes and sizes. Amongst them was a shell that caught his eye, an intricately spiralling conch. When the stall owner caught his gaze on the shell they had explained how one could capture the sound of the ocean by simply holding it to their ear, and as Alexander did it fascinated him.

Whilst he was scolded harshly upon his parents discovering his venture out, he was able to hold onto the shell he had purchased, his want to escape his landlocked country and see the ocean himself growing ever stronger. Yet alas it was not meant to be, a royal deciding to travel out of the sanctum of the castle was already deemed to be unnecessary unless it was to attend important royal affairs. One venturing out simply to satisfy a childish whim of exploration was but a fools mission that wasn't deemed worth the risk. Alexander has never let go of this dream though, once day he will make it to see the ocean and break free from the gilded cage his status trapped him in.



Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2XTXeEWGc4

Name: Evangeline

Species: Vampire

Age: 370

Personality: Evangeline is a woman who very much enjoys the control she wields and likes to make sure people know just how tight that control is. She doesn't show her face often so little is known of her though she has a soft spot for her favourite Scion Ferid, even if at times he tries her patience. She takes good care of those under her, vampire and human alike and doesn't take well to those that try to bring harm to her clan.

Powers: Evangaline carries all the powers that would be expected of a vampire, speed, strength, regeneration and a draw to the blood of mortals. She also wields a power stronger than that of most, blood manipulation over that of her Scions, allowing her to keep them in line when she has to.

Likes: Ferid, drinking blood, teaching those that cross her a lesson, reading by the fire.

Dislikes: Ferid when he gets out of hand, those that oppose her clan, werewolves, children.

Bio: Not a lot is known of Evangeline, she is the head of one of the five major vampire clans in England and runs a large estate hosting home to a slew of vampires and humans alike. She runs with a strict hierarchy in the household and plays favourites with her Scions. It is said that she can be rather soft when she wishes to though she does what she can to squash these rumours as they would be bad for her image. The less people know of her Clan the better, after all it gives her the upper hand.

(Please note that Evangeline is aimed to be a side character alongside Luna and Ferid not a main character in my rps)

Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPcrqnuOPlg