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Elijah


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ALIAS: Elijah Turner

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CLASSIFICATION: Vampire

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHDATE: February 3rd

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AGE: Twenty-one (approx.)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SEX: M

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ORIENTATION: Bisexual

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀OCCUPATION: Florist

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHTOWN: Lamia, Adipiscor

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Latin



⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HEIGHT: 5’8”/176cm

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HAIR COLOR: Blond

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀EYE COLOR: Hazel

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MARKINGS:

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀> Dimples

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀> Freckles across cheeks

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SKIN-TONE: Warm Ivory

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PSYCHOLOGICAL HEALTH: Abnormal - Psychotic Depression
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PHYSIOLOGICAL HEALTH: Normal - Healthy

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MORAL STANDING: Lawful Good

⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRINKS?: Yes - wine
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SMOKES?: No
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRUG USE?: No


⠀⠀⠀TALENTS

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Plant enhancement
Plants in Eli’s care never wither and may sprout on command

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Regeneration

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Invulnerability

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Enhanced condition
This applies to: strength, senses, stamina, speed, agility, intelligence)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Blood empowerment
Eli’s strength increases when opponents’ blood comes in contact with his skin

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Hypnosis

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Eternal youth


⠀⠀⠀BEHAVIOR

Elijah is a docile, welcoming man. He may present himself as mature and sophisticated upon meeting someone new, but his true nature is childish and lively with an inquisitive view of the world. As approachable as Elijah may be, always having time for a word with a stranger, he never forgets a face or what a person has done. He may despise a person, but said person may never know. Elijah is judgemental, but always offers a polite smile out of his dislike of forming enemies and causing a scene. Whenever someone becomes close to him, Elijah is nothing less than nurturing and wanting of their company. In a state of anger, Elijah is reckless with his words and does not recover from his emotions for days, but never becomes violent. He is sympathetic and sincere to the weak. When it comes to his personal issues, Elijah carries the burden alone as he does with issues that may affect the loved ones he seeks to protect. Elijah hates being treated as naive. His morals and ethics are concrete and unable to be swayed.


⠀⠀⠀HISTORY {W.I.P - INCOMPLETE}

Elijah was born to a powerful set of parents. They were the rulers of an ancient kingdom in an ancient world. Yes, it was a world in which vampires and humans co-existed harmoniously...the two races knew of each other’s strengths, aiding one another in slaying the rabid beasts seeking to destroy the peace of their world. The dragons, the cyclops, the leviathan...Elijah was known as the Golden Child. He was the combined power of both his parents, a fearless warrior, there were stories of Elijah that traveled through the kingdom of vampires and humans. He wielded every weapon imaginable, but never raised a shield Elijah was ruthless, slaughtering prey and provoking a bloodbath wherever he went. He was praised, beloved by many, even thought of to be a God. It became tradition for the residents of Adipiscor to slash their wrist with one of the prince’s daggers and bleed into the goblet he drank from. An offering of their blood, the very blood that promoted the prince’s abilities in battle to lead towards victory. It was a sickening concoction, the young prince struck with ill for a day, but his talents would indeed improve-- this blessing became a curse one day.

Elijah, Prince of Adipiscor, had beheaded the king overseeing the humans. There was something that flashed inside of Elijah, something that had begun to rot his brain, something that awakened a profound desire for bloodshed and suffering. He was a God...he’s been told so. The praises, the worship, the festival created in his name, the blood offerings that churned his stomach and created an indescribable flash of yearning, it poisoned his head. Elijah wanted to reset the world and create his paradise. He, the Golden Child, was that-- a child. He was bred and conditioned to become a rabid beast. So he did.

Elijah went on a frenzy, armies of men unable to prevail against his perfected art of violence. He was invulnerable, in a state of pure adrenaline nonetheless-- pain was a myth for him. To cease Elijah’s rampage, his parents had no choice but to encase their son in amber. And so, he remained in amber for eons until discovered in the modern world by an amateur team of archeologists in a cave burrowing deep into the Earth. The amber was extracted, Elijah’s body carved out of the amber, and he awakened once more-- the rage, surge of power that fueled him before his imprisonment having dissolved long ago. He was nothing but a docile, curious, frightened young man. In the week he was hearing their discussions as his intelligence and physical condition were tested in a glass chamber, Elijah became fluent in English and hypnotized the team of scientists he was put into care with, persuading them he was a son of one of the archeologists who had recovered him. Since then, Elijah has been working as a florist in his adoptive sister’s flower shop while continuing to adapt to modern life.

The blossoming of flowers, their short and beautiful lives. Their symbolism, it’s fascinating a simple life form could hold profound meaning. Elijah could produce a fertile, flourishing garden on dried soil without an issue but makes the decision to go through the mistakes and patience. Elijah has no worries for the future, believing, whatever happens, is meant to happen. What happens next, of course, is none of his concern. He only needs to adapt. The roses, petunias, daisies, dandelions, marigolds, lilies, lilacs, have evolved and thrived through eras on the Earth; so will he. He adapts, overcomes, survives. The will to live a long, peaceful life is the fire in his heart. He chooses to forget the events before his encasement, unable to help but wonder what his home had become. He has never seen a vampire, but a surplus of humans. It was curious, it was nauseating...had he been the cause of the vampiric extinction?



MISC.

† Aside from gardening, Elijah’s hobby is painting.

† Elijah was approximately eighteen at the time of his encasement.

† “Elijah Turner” is the name he was given by his adoptive mother.

† Over time, Elijah’s memory of Adipiscor has begun to fade as he remains haunted by the ghosts of his previous life.
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Jesse


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀NAME: Jesse James Daniels

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CLASSIFICATION: Ghoul

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHDATE: October 21st

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AGE: Twenty-six

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SEX: M

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ORIENTATION: Bisexual

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀OCCUPATION: Hitman/Bodyguard/Muscle-for-Hire

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHTOWN: Toronto, Canada

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English



⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HEIGHT: 6’1”/185cm

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HAIR COLOR: Brown

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀EYE COLOR: Brown

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MARKINGS:

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀> Scarring on knuckles

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀> Cigarette burn scars on forearms and biceps

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SKIN-TONE: Ivory

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PSYCHOLOGICAL HEALTH: Atypical - Antisocial Personality Disorder

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PHYSIOLOGICAL HEALTH: Inconclusive - Appears Healthy

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MORAL STANDING: Neutral Evil

⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRINKS?: Yes
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SMOKES?: Yes
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRUG USE?: Heavy - Has done every drug at least once


⠀⠀⠀TALENTS

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Enhanced strength

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Enhanced stamina

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Enhanced agility

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Absorbing Regeneration
Jesse may absorb energy, matter, or biomass to regenerate his body


⠀⠀⠀BEHAVIOR

Jesse does not speak unless spoken to. He does not care about anyone’s opinion and cannot care less for compliments or praise. He is not bashful or shameful. If Jesse speaks to someone out of his own whim, it is for his pleasure: to form a “friendship,” waiting out until Jesse shatters their passion and will to live. Or, simply, he found someone attractive and wants to seduce them to fulfill his immense libido. There were relationships in which Jesse acted coldly to his partner or actively pursued different sexual partners, his partner claiming revenge by cheating, and Jesse couldn't care less. Jealousy is a myth to Jesse as is fear. He is in a constant state of boredom, seeking adrenaline by drag racing, breaking and entering, grand theft auto, and even scamming and money laundering. The most severe, of course, is homicide. Jesse is intelligent, quick-thinking, and creative in solutions. He does not often plan ahead for the future, but when he does, it is calculated flawlessly. Jesse can prove to be a stubborn hothead; he lends his services to others but becomes aggressive when he cannot work the way he prefers. Being a compulsive liar, going as far as lying about his name, he delivers each lie with stupendous charm and confidence. However, lie to Jesse, and he will be able to tell. A liar can’t be lied to.


⠀⠀⠀HISTORY

How could a baby ever choose their family? Realistically there’s a reason for every child existing-- even if that reason is that a woman can’t afford the abortion.

For Jesse, that was the case. His mother was sixteen when she first held him and the only photo of her with him shows off her reddened eyes with a drowsy expression glancing into the lens of the camera with her waterline doused. Those puffy eyes...they had to be the clearest memory of his mother’s face that he unfortunately possessed. Truth be told, the memories of his childhood revolve around his mother digging her nails into his arm, hauling him into her while he fought to break free to avoid her glistening cigarette butt nipping his skin. His father reeked of bourbon, tobacco, whatever he got his hands on-- and whenever Jesse got too close, he would be grasped by the hair and dragged out into the hall closet to be locked in, isolated, for as long as his father pleased.

Love. Where did he learn that word? All he remembers is how nice it sounds, how it made him feel...good. In a life where discomfort and pain were the norms, feeling good, even for a second, would become a profound memory he would recall whenever he was shut in the shed composed of rotten wood whenever his father had a rough day at work.

Jesse never went to school. He was not born in a hospital either. He has no birth certificate, no I.D., absolutely nothing. In the eyes of the government, Jesse did not exist. He only learned to spell his name at the age of 10. Occasionally, as a treat, his mother would bring children’s books, the pages yellowed, from the donation bin near her work if he did not disturb either of his parents for weeks. A majority of his clothing, too, was from the donation bin in the grocery store parking lot. He never complained, though, as he didn’t know what a store was in the first place.

Needless to say, Jesse never left the house. Whenever Jesse went outside, it was onto the porch while his parents screamed at one another with various thuds and crashes of glass and bodies being tossed around behind the door echoed through the walls. That, or he was in the shed that reeked of decay and mold. His only source of light inside the shed was a window coated in dirt and grime. In there, time flew by as he tucked his head between his knees, becoming deaf to the sound of his stomach growling and heartbeat radiating throughout his body.

Love…

Jesse had a younger brother. Yes, his brother-- what was his name? Jesse can’t remember. He never heard his parents call his brother a name. Jesse only remembers deciding to cradle his feeble brother in his arms late one night, his beloved brother ghastly pale and as frigid as the arctic. Jesse remembered in one of his books, there was a ‘doctor’...he learned they make people feel better. He had to leave the house, silent but was struggling to keep his balance as his fragile figure, his bones prominent in every section of his body, was aching from his brother’s weight. Jesse left the house, painfully slow in his limps down the lonesome freeway outside of his solemn household, tilting towards the iron rail guards in hopes to be caught if he were to stumble and fall. It was nightfall when Jesse departed, and it was nightfall when Jesse stumbled and collapsed onto the tall grass of a wooded area the freeway tore through, his brother plunging to the ground with a thud. Jesse watched his brother’s face-- it was blank, his eyes closed, and Jesse watched for an hour more.

“Wake...up,” Jesse muttered out.

His brother didn’t.

How long had he been walking? The sky looked...bright. Pink. Yet all the more gloomy. It was sickening.

Jesse hid deeper in the woods, the grass becoming taller than taller the further he went in. His brother was dragged behind him, his skin turning raw as it ran across the rough terrain. Jesse’s stomach rumbled, he swore he felt the Earth shake as it did. He was afraid his parents would find him. He was afraid of everyone. He didn’t want to be found. He wanted to live alone.

Jesse found himself looming over his brother’s corpse, the pocket knife he had swiped out of the kitchen drawer he had seen his father hold up to his mother’s throat before. He remembers he was cut with it before. Mother was, too. He remembers the red lines on her arms. It can...cut.

Jesse dug the blade underneath his brother’s skin. His brother’s flesh was peeled away in thin strips, from his feet to his head. It was hard enough to satisfy Jesse’s appetite before the realization of the situation overtook Jesse. Before Jesse knew it, he was at a river-- no, he was in a river. He couldn’t swim. Within a minute, Jesse lost consciousness as the river raged. Within another minute, Jesse was on the riverbank, dampened and chilled to the bone. He felt...the ache of frigid water escaping his lungs as he coughed harshly, gasping for breath in-between, but nothing more. He had died.

Jesse, modern-day, continues to live off the flesh of others. As a hitman, Jesse collects a piece from each of his victims. It has become a signature of his-- a corpse turns up with a missing hand, precisely sliced off. It was Jesse. A corpse turns up with eyeballs cleanly cut out of their sockets: it was Jesse. The plumpness of a corpse’s cheeks removed? It was Jesse. He survives off these bits of flesh accumulating throughout the years.

MISC.

† Jesse turned up on the doorstep of an elderly couple after his transition into a ghoul. He was able to convince the couple he was their kidnapped child who returned after escaping from his captor. Since then, he was raised normally and began a life of crime at seventeen after their passing.

† An obscure hobby of Jesse’s is art. His bedroom is a massive mural, all depictions of gore and sex.
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Ansel


PHASE ONE

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀NAME: Ansel Bellerose

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CLASSIFICATION: Demon

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHDATE: December 8th, 1997

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SEX: M

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ORIENTATION: Bisexual

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀OCCUPATION: ̶ ̶D̶e̶m̶o̶n̶ ̶H̶u̶n̶t̶e̶r̶ Musician

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHTOWN: Oakley, Kansas

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MORAL STANDING: Neutral Good

⠀⠀⠀PHASE TWO

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HEIGHT: 6’2” (187cm)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HAIR COLOR: Brown

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀EYE COLOR: Brown, blue

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MARKINGS: N/A

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SKIN TONE: Ivory

PHASE 3

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRINKING: Yes, socially only
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SMOKING: No
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRUGS: No ⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HEALTH: Inflicted with heterochromia, but otherwise healthy

⠀⠀⠀ABILITIES

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† Enhanced strength

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† Enhanced speed

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† Enhanced stamina

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† Hyptonitizism of the undead and emotionally vulnerable humans

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† Enhanced senses

BEHAVIOR

Ansel is the embodiment of modern-day chivalry. He is fully aware of the fact he is romantic (in every sense of the word), athletic, charismatic, and witty— and rightfully proud of it. Ansel labels himself as a “bad boy”, but in reality, the most bad boy quality he possesses is being a metalhead who thirsts for thrills. Therefore, he acts on impulse and emotion rather than formulating a plan--luckily, he is a quick thinker and easily adapts to his environment. In true baby brother stereotype, Ansel has an abundance of curiosity and is always pondering about something whether it be as insignificant as why his skin looks like a downgraded version of scales or as meaningful as who the first person to show sympathy and mold humanity’s morals was. Unsurprisingly, Ansel is a sympathetic man who isn’t shy in showing affection as he is aware of the reassurance and comfort it brings. Ansel is attentive to what others have to say and is eager to help out whenever and however he can-- even if it means setting himself in harm’s way. It is no secret he is self-sacrificing and devoted, even to a stranger, putting others before himself simply because he gets his satisfaction from feeling useful. The mere thought of having nothing to do, staying still, bored out of his mind, is hellish. Whenever he is in the middle of such a situation, he is uncomfortably fidgety. Ansel prefers to work individually; partnerships have never been his strength as he has a tendency to act on his own, plus he is aware of his reckless tendencies and does not want to set others in danger. As he acts recklessly and is driven by emotion, when his actions result in failure, Ansel becomes frustrated to the point of blind rage if grave enough. He is an honest man, a genuine man, one who has never spoken a lie and proves to be trustworthy and loyal as carefree as he is playful. Ansel enjoys teasing and flirting but becomes flustered once the gesture is returned.

⠀⠀⠀HISTORY

Ansel was never explicitly told he was a demon, but he has always been capable of tasks his friends weren’t--extravagant gymnastics and aerobics, he always was the highest jumper, and he had his own show during recess where he would juggle and swing sticks he found on the ground as if he were a swordsman. Not to mention, Ansel had the strength to push his mom’s dresser across the bedroom floor when he was four years old. His brother was the one to teach him to push it, but then one day, he couldn’t do it anymore. Ansel watched as Saint struggled...he felt bad, he felt sad for him, Ansel didn’t like to see his brother upset. It was one of his first memories, watching his big brother empty the life out of his eyes. Saint ignored Ansel, enlightening Ansel on what heartbreak was. He missed his brother-- they lived in the same house, shared the same room, but he felt lonely. Ansel did whatever he could to get Saint’s attention, he did anything to impress him as he hoped Saint was watching on during recess.

Ansel remembers the day his dad told him about what he was, an old guardian that arose in the time of Jack the Ripper...not recent, not ancient, and nowadays raising his family and pursuing the life he had not the chance to have when he was mortal. Honorable, Ansel thought, how honorable! Ansel wants to have a purpose in his life, even if it was a short life-- a short life can be as fulfilling as immortality. This is the point where Ansel became keen on street-fights for the right cause.

Aside from the adoration he held for his big brother, he had a newfound respect for his dad. The memories of the bedtime stories, the tales told during stormy nights about his dad’s life, the way his mom called his dad “A Man of the People” echoing in his ears…. Ansel had the motivation to make his parents proud...they valued education, he knows so, but he couldn’t see himself as a lawyer or a professor, not a chef, no, not an engineer either-- he had Saint explain his major to him too as a starting point, but it all went over his head. A high school degree would suffice, so once he graduated high school as a notable sports junkie, Ansel began his journey to becoming a world renown demon slayer, but sadly, it was cut short as one important fact arose: there were no demons. No physical manifestations that could overrule cities like in the movies, anyway. There was nothing but petty ghosts tipping teacups over during the night roaming the Earth. Ansel was faced with a decision, would he follow behind his brother into university or make a name for himself from scratch? The choice was obvious as his treasured Ibanez GRG 131DXBKF model guitar he had won by having an all A report card the entirety of middle school. It was no secret music was his passion, his expression always dropping to a solemn display no matter the song he adroitly strummed. It was the domain his circulating thoughts marched out and burst to life. Ansel spent the next four years building up the reputation of his underground band (with little success) while housed in his apartment at the heart of the city with his love of music strengthening but his love for life dimming as he catches himself in a loophole of loneliness and disappointment.


MISC.
† Ansel considers his strength “natural” and does not work out, aside from daily jogs, as often or vigorously as someone would expect from someone his build.

† As Saint was always caught up in university work when they lived together, Ansel learned to cook amongst other domestic responsibilities to make life easier for his brother and found housework to be relaxing.

† Ansel has been practicing reading people’s faces since he was 11, sometimes able to predict what they’ll say.

† Regarding reading faces, he’d read his own everyday to train himself to bare an amiable expression to religiously wear in replacement of the resting bitch face he used to have.
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Saint


⠀PHASE ONE

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀NAME: Saint Bellerose

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ CLASSIFICATION: Demon

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHDATE: June 21st, 1993

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SEX: M

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ORIENTATION: Bisexual

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀OCCUPATION: Entrepreneur, actor, acting coach

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHTOWN: Oakley, Kansas

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MORAL STANDING: True Neutral

⠀⠀⠀PHASE TWO

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HEIGHT: 6’1” (185cm)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HAIR COLOR: Brown

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀EYE COLOR: Blue

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MARKINGS: Maroon-like staining on elbow

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AILMENTS: BTE amputee
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ SKIN TONE: Ivory

⠀⠀⠀PHASE THREE

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRINKING: No
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SMOKING: Cigarettes
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRUGS: No; recovering cocaine addict ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ABILITIES

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† Enhanced stamina

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† Reading the memories of the dead & living

⠀⠀⠀BEHAVIOR

Saint is an intelligent, eloquent man with a confident professional aura. As he is constantly displaying a poker face, he proves to be a difficult man to read and one with who delivers a first impression of being inattentive and reserved. In reality, Saint is hospitable, a gentleman, but damnably impassive. Even in the face of horror, Saint is nonchalant and unfazed; his brain is wired to predict and formulate elaborate schemes in any situation as he is the lethal hybrid of book and street smarts. He is patient, wishing to not rush into situations unprepared until it is guaranteed he will prevail. He prefers logic over emotion, but there are rare occasions where he wavers and acts in haste due to becoming emotionally overwhelmed. Saint has a bad habit of denying his feelings, a trait that has had him labeled as a sociopath before. He is nothing less than a fierce leader. On the occasion where he fails, he observes such happenings with curiosity, a fascination to learn, rather than be overtaken by frustration. As a workaholic, he cannot give up on a task until he has mastered it though it risks his well-being being set in jeopardy...he is continuously striving to better himself, but is not weary of serving as a mentor to others. Alas, Saint is not conscious of his well-being, he is one of the most stubborn men in the world. Saint is secretive, mysterious, concealing his demonic nature and motives. His baby brother, Ansel, elicited a subconscious fondness of individuals who reminded Saint of him. As Ansel had an influence on Saint as they grew up together, Saint had adopted a playful nature (a crude one) and he enjoys pranks that may “go too far” as the look of surprise and/or horror satisfies him to an unexplainable extent. Saint has a profound nurturing side everyone sees a sliver of but a rare few witness it in its entirety. Saint never speaks in sarcasm or in riddles, never too coy to be blunt. Saint couldn’t care less about what someone’s opinion on him is.
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⠀⠀⠀HISTORY

Saint is a spitting image of his father. He’s been told so since day one. He’s always known he wasn’t human. With that knowledge came excitement, excitement that was bred from the blissful oblivion of failing to recognize the origin of his existence. After losing his arm at the age of 7 to prevent a cancerous tumor from spreading to his brain, Saint lost the vigor he once had. Instead of being energetic and naive, the embodiment of bliss, Saint was fatigued and lethargic. His baby brother, Ansel, at three years old, was capable of pushing their mother’s drawers across the bedroom without a twinge of difficulty whilst Saint struggled to lift a five pound dumbbell. Saint was the one to move the wardrobe first, when he was Ansel’s age, but he lost the capacity to once his arm was sawed and taken God-knows-where. His father was a demon, the Devil’s bounty hunter, and he, his son, lost the demonic seed within him from the bloodshed of surgery; young and vulnerable as he was. Saint was like any other child then after...all while his brother excelled, performing backflips and stunts of every sort during recess while Saint sat and observed from afar. Saint sat at a full table during lunch, but ate in his lonesome as his classmates hollered and gossiped around him, all the attention falling on his baby brother. At that moment, he loathed his brother. Saint was the eldest, he was supposed to be the stronger one! The role-model for his brother, the most respected student in school, he was meant to be the best.

Saint felt like a disappointment. His father was an old protector of the people, of humanity, and Saint merely bore a resemblance to his father, that’s all, sheerly sharing the same devilish edge in their eyes and structure of the jaw, the quantity of hairs making up their eyebrows, the thickness of their lips and sharpness of their nose...he had no strength, no skill, like his father. No, that all laid upon his baby brother…! Everything came so easy to his brother, all he had to do was lift a finger whilst Saint had to grind muscle against bone. Nevertheless, he refused to be beat. He broadened his mind with the techniques of taekwondo, karate, jiu-jitsu, muay thai, all while reciting the various muscles, nerves, arteries and organs in the body alongside reciting the quantum field theory. It’s an exaggeration to say he was a “loser”, though, as he was rather popular in high school and middle school for being in theater. Any school event being hosted, he’d be there whether alone or with a group of friends. He enjoyed the gathering of personality in one space.

By his mother’s death when he was 19, Saint was an honor roll student with impeccable grades, ample extracurriculars and volunteering hours attending a respected university in France as a pharmaceutical and healthcare business major. Saint didn’t enjoy a second of any of it, it was an obligation for him, the only way he thought to feel fulfilled. His mother’s death was a misfortune, one he truly never confronted as he buried himself in his school work, but the positive that came of it was moving to the United States and studying at a prestigious university. It was a difficult four years as his father left for Connecticut to work as a professor of Criminal Justice at Yale, Saint tasked to be his brother’s guardian. Again, Saint prioritized his school work and exercise routines over his baby brother. He lived to work, Saint can’t stand still for a second. It became an obsession, an addiction, challenging his body to the verge of collapse. His nerves were fried by the end, the sensation of sizzling numbness a pleasurable one. It was his way of recognizing he was alive, built to conquer. He could defy God, dethrone the Devil, he only had to overcome the fear that rendered him human.

The day he turned 24, a graduate, Saint moved out to his own home in the suburbs only to mysteriously become a millionaire overnight after mundane months and mere pennies in his bank account. His pharmaceutical company was a massive success, the sales international and in demand, and so Saint sold off his business to amplify his fortune and live a quiet life. Saint enjoyed his tranquil lifestyle, the interest he developed in theater during his high school years resurrecting and leading him to perform in a handful of Broadway shows alongside coaching acting classes. For a man who never broke a smile in conversation, he was a stupendous actor. His life was luxurious, desired by a population, a pain to have won. Yet, it seemed he wasn’t satisfied. At night, Saint would think, is he being selfish? Has he gone too far? Either or, he can’t return to ‘normal’ life..he was already living normal life.

MISC.
† Saint began a cocaine addiction in his third year of university and didn’t quit until after his company’s success.

† Saint, when questioned about his sudden fortune by his brother, replied “I sold myself to the Devil.”

† Saint’s designed his own prosthetic arm and had it custom-made by his own company as its first project.

† It is rare to see Saint outside of professional and business casual attire.

† Saint loves his brother and is supportive of him, but cannot help but be jealous and wish their roles would be reversed.
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Beau


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀NAME: Beau Moreau

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CLASSIFICATION: Vampire

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHDATE: April 7th

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AGE: Twenty-two

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SEX: M

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ORIENTATION: Bisexual

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀OCCUPATION: Unemployed

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BIRTHTOWN: Rochester, New York

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English



⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HEIGHT: 5’11” (180cm)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HAIR COLOR: Brown

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀EYE COLOR: Grey

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MARKINGS:

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀> Barbell pierced nipples

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀> Black snake tattoo beginning at his right thigh, ends at left shoulder

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀> Black dagger on index finger

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SKIN-TONE: Pale

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PSYCHOLOGICAL HEALTH: Atypical - Uncertain
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PHYSIOLOGICAL HEALTH: Normal - Exceptional

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MORAL STANDING: Chaotic Neutral

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRINKS?: Yes
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SMOKES?: Yes
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DRUG USE?: No


⠀⠀⠀TALENTS

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Shapeshifting
Beau may change his physical appearance, excluding his genitals, but may only resemble a human

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Voice Manipulation
Beau may re-create the voice of anyone he has heard.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Enhanced stamina

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ † Enhanced durability

⠀⠀⠀BEHAVIOR

Beau is an outwardly confident, if not cocky, young man. He has a peculiar charisma to him either portrayed by his childish nature or sexual desire depending on the situation and person. Beau is carefree, perhaps too carefree, as he has no concern for his safety or the safety of others in a multitude of situations and is known to propose the strangest ideas for fun. As someone who was isolated from the outside world and had little interaction with others outside of his family, he developed a habit of feeding people’s negative emotions. Beau takes pleasure in pushing a person’s limits and values, exposing them to a high-stress situation for his amusement and to deepen his understanding of emotion. It is common for Beau to mimic someone’s expression, not for sympathy or easily influenced by others, but as another means to understand emotion. Beau becomes jealous easily and cannot handle rejection alongside possessing little patience and acting on whims to null his undying boredom rather than logic. He has a habit of taunting and teasing friends and foes alike.


⠀⠀⠀HISTORY

{W.I.P}


MISC.

† Beau hates fizzy drinks and loves bloody steak.

† Beau has a bad habit of threading the needle of a safety pin through his bottom lip.

† Beau is not like a traditional vampire: he may be in the sun but his skin is sensitive, garlic causes hives, his abilities were inherited and drinking blood only strengthens his abilities and may grant another ability.

† Beau has broken nearly every bone in his body for the sake of strengthening them; approximately fifteen tons of force are required to break a bone.

† Beau is proficient in poker and often gambles.
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