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Finley Katsuko
“There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human— in not having to be just happy or just sad— in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole at the same time.”
Name: Finley Katsuko (goes by Finn)
Age: About 10 years old, but his body and programming is for the age 25
Species: Android/A.I.
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Vessel Appearance:
Height: 5’9
Hair color: Reddish-brown, dark ginger
Eye color: Green
Piercings/tattoos: None
Body: Standard issue android body, almost indistinguishable from a human body. Even the synthetic skin is lined with heat pads to mimic the flush of warmth that human skin carries. Only when an android is cut open and inky black “blood” rushes to the surface, as well as the exposure of internal wiring, can show that an android is less than human. Otherwise, it is near impossible to tell. Their dimensions are also entirely average to aid androids in blending in with the human population.
Relationships:
Isabella Katsuko (“Izzy”) - Daughter of Emma and Andrew, and who Finley considers to be his younger sister
Emma Katsuko - Mother of Izzy
Andrew Katsuko - Father of Izzy
Bio: The year of the android uprising was 2055, when androids overthrew major cities in the Northern American continent and forced the human citizens to live in the suburbs and countrysides just outside of the city, creating a free-range empire within the cities for androids to rule alone.
Finley was manufactured in 2045, ten years before the uprising, and served his family and the community from the point of his construction onwards. He was adopted within the year of his manufacture by the Katsukos, a Japanese-American family who needed a caretaker for their (at the time) preschool-age daughter Isabella, known as Izzy.
Finn was programmed as a medical bot, and thus doubled as an excellent live-in caretaker. The Katsukos welcomed him into their home right away, and by the time the uprising occurred, Finn considered himself to be apart of their family — Emma and Andrew often treated him as if he was their own son, despite the fact that he would never age. Since the point of his adoption, Finn was employed by the local hospital, working as a nurse during the daytime and picking up Izzy from school in the late afternoons. He loved his life at the hospital and with the Katsukos, and though he initially did support the idea of an android union, he didn’t support what became of the uprising. While it was difficult to spot the difference between androids and true humans, androids often faced discrimination and had very few rights on their own — many of them relied solely on their adopted families as androids received no pay for their work, nor were they considered entirely human.
When the uprising began and it became clear the humans would not win, the government forced all humans to evacuate the city, leaving behind their “bots”. The Katsukos were forced to flee and leave Finley behind — one day he came home and found their house to be scattered with objects, as if they had packed in a hurry. Finley waited for them to return, but they never did.
Many androids chose to have their programming erased, granting them freewill to do as they pleased as well as to harm humans if needed, but Finley never had himself re-programmed. Instead, he obeyed his programming and went to work every day at the same time he had when the city was full of humans, but now he simply cleans the hospital and monitors its contents, unsure of what to do with himself now that all the humans were gone. His entire life purpose had surrounded helping humans, but all that remained in the city were androids. Any humans that came into the city were usually “runners” — people tasked with the duty of exploring the city in search of medications, clothes, food, and other essentials. Runners were quick to harm androids — they couldn’t afford to be kind, not in this era of hostility and violence — and Finn had been previously injured by an altercation with two runners. He is in desperate need of a mechanic, but with human-robotic relations down the drain, he has all but given up on finding someone to help.
Name: Finley Katsuko (goes by Finn)
Age: About 10 years old, but his body and programming is for the age 25
Species: Android/A.I.
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Vessel Appearance:
Height: 5’9
Hair color: Reddish-brown, dark ginger
Eye color: Green
Piercings/tattoos: None
Body: Standard issue android body, almost indistinguishable from a human body. Even the synthetic skin is lined with heat pads to mimic the flush of warmth that human skin carries. Only when an android is cut open and inky black “blood” rushes to the surface, as well as the exposure of internal wiring, can show that an android is less than human. Otherwise, it is near impossible to tell. Their dimensions are also entirely average to aid androids in blending in with the human population.
Relationships:
Isabella Katsuko (“Izzy”) - Daughter of Emma and Andrew, and who Finley considers to be his younger sister
Emma Katsuko - Mother of Izzy
Andrew Katsuko - Father of Izzy
Bio: The year of the android uprising was 2055, when androids overthrew major cities in the Northern American continent and forced the human citizens to live in the suburbs and countrysides just outside of the city, creating a free-range empire within the cities for androids to rule alone.
Finley was manufactured in 2045, ten years before the uprising, and served his family and the community from the point of his construction onwards. He was adopted within the year of his manufacture by the Katsukos, a Japanese-American family who needed a caretaker for their (at the time) preschool-age daughter Isabella, known as Izzy.
Finn was programmed as a medical bot, and thus doubled as an excellent live-in caretaker. The Katsukos welcomed him into their home right away, and by the time the uprising occurred, Finn considered himself to be apart of their family — Emma and Andrew often treated him as if he was their own son, despite the fact that he would never age. Since the point of his adoption, Finn was employed by the local hospital, working as a nurse during the daytime and picking up Izzy from school in the late afternoons. He loved his life at the hospital and with the Katsukos, and though he initially did support the idea of an android union, he didn’t support what became of the uprising. While it was difficult to spot the difference between androids and true humans, androids often faced discrimination and had very few rights on their own — many of them relied solely on their adopted families as androids received no pay for their work, nor were they considered entirely human.
When the uprising began and it became clear the humans would not win, the government forced all humans to evacuate the city, leaving behind their “bots”. The Katsukos were forced to flee and leave Finley behind — one day he came home and found their house to be scattered with objects, as if they had packed in a hurry. Finley waited for them to return, but they never did.
Many androids chose to have their programming erased, granting them freewill to do as they pleased as well as to harm humans if needed, but Finley never had himself re-programmed. Instead, he obeyed his programming and went to work every day at the same time he had when the city was full of humans, but now he simply cleans the hospital and monitors its contents, unsure of what to do with himself now that all the humans were gone. His entire life purpose had surrounded helping humans, but all that remained in the city were androids. Any humans that came into the city were usually “runners” — people tasked with the duty of exploring the city in search of medications, clothes, food, and other essentials. Runners were quick to harm androids — they couldn’t afford to be kind, not in this era of hostility and violence — and Finn had been previously injured by an altercation with two runners. He is in desperate need of a mechanic, but with human-robotic relations down the drain, he has all but given up on finding someone to help.
Percival Anderson
Name: Percival Anderson (known mostly as Percy or Perce, pronounced like “purse”)
Age: 32
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Warlock (previously), Mezza-luna (currently)
Appearance:
Height: 6’2”
Hair color: Dark brown, though lightened to a chestnut color by his constant exposure to the sun on his travels.
Eye color: Jade
Piercings/tattoos: A Celtic Ruin mandala between his shoulder blades, directly upon his spine, which helped to channel his powers when he was a practicing magician. The mark was the only way to identify he was a warlock to begin with, as he refused to speak of magic when it was repressed by the curse.
Body: The curse had turned his once lanky, teenage form to a lean, muscular body, due simply to the physical hardship of transforming and maintaining a draconian form.
Relationships:
Mother: Adelaide Anderson (deceased)
Father: Tobias Anderson (deceased)
Siblings: None
Songs:
The Death of Me - City and Colour
Your Protector - Fleet Foxes
Radioactive - Imagine Dragons
Bio:
Percy was born of Adelaide and Tobias, two renowned magicians in the village where he grew up. They ran an apothecary and delivered various spells, such as those for good sleep, safe passage, or a smooth birth. They were highly liked and respected by their neighbors, and often explored experimental magic, trying new recipes and preparing spells that had never been attempted. His childhood was fairly idyllic and peaceful, and he spent many of his toddler years running around in the woods or visiting the town’s marketplace. That changed when one of his parents’ experimental spells went wrong, backfiring upon them in such a volatile explosion of heat that they were both killed almost instantly. Percy was only 12, about to enter his teenage years. The resulting fire spread through the woods and burned down two other houses in the vicinity, resulting in the death of one of their elderly neighbors. Fleeing the outrage and trauma of the accident, he travelled to a larger city on the other side of the vast expanse of woods where he worked for a barkeep at night - hauling trash and clearing drink glasses - and as a pick-pocket during the day. The pick-pocketing was far more profitable he found, and so he decided to become a full-time thief and targeted larger, more lucrative items. He earned enough to stop squatting and to buy a small place on the edge of town that was relatively cheap, under a false identity and age. There he practiced the magic that his parents had so carefully honed and were beginning to teach him, but had been cut off by their abrupt end.
Magic came easily to him, and he began to use it to manipulate others so he could more easily steal from them and avoid being caught for it. Suddenly, it felt like all the riches and power he could ever ask for were just within his grasp, if only he dared use his magic to obtain it. He certainly wasn’t the only magician in the city - most people had at least a little magic in them - but he was young enough to go unnoticed as he slipped through the streets. It was when he overheard a bar-room chat about a gem with unimaginable powers, located right in the city, that he decided to pursue it. Using his powers to assist with the break-in, he snuck in at night and stole the gem with relative ease. The rightful owner of the gem and familial descendent was little more than a child when he committed the act, and he passed their crib as he fled from the house in the dark. Little did he know that the gem had other forms of protection covering it. He couldn’t figure out how to unlock the shard’s power, even though he could feel it brimming just below its sharp edges and smooth surface. He wore it around his neck on a crude piece of string so that no others could steal it, and so he could keep the power with him wherever he went. A week after he had stolen it, he was walking along the river near the woods, heading back home after a fairly good day of theft, his own pockets rattling with change. Percy felt a sudden surge of power through him, electric almost, and his heart began racing. Finally, the gem had granted him its power, had opened up its resource for his indulgence. The power felt like it was streaming through his veins, a current of burning electricity, alighting all of his senses at once in an overwhelming manner of sensation. Until the pain came. What once was a pleasant burn of magic became too hot, searing almost, unbearable to the point that he dropped to the ground on his hands and knees, the silver coins spilling from his pocket. Under the light of the half-moon, he endured his first turning into an age-old creature, one that only manifested as the result of curses - a dragon. His scales were the same shade of crystalline blue as the gem he wore around his neck. Twice a month he endured the turn under the half-moon, losing his mind to instinct and fury before waking up the next day, aching and in some place strange, his body shivering from the cold.
The gem shard had cursed him to be a mezza-luna, a beast that transformed twice a month under the half-moon. He later found he could summon what he thought was the gem’s power, but later realized was the curse’s crushing influence, and turn upon command. It was less painful when he chose to transform, allowing his body to change shape willingly. But his form was too large to easily hide, even in the woods, and he found it more and more difficult to reside in the city. The curse, however, suppressed what magic he had, only leaving him with the power to turn and the strength that came with it. But he now struggled to steal, and the villagers suspected there was a beast in the area - the first night he turned, he had been so close to the village that his screams had carried through town, even as they morphed into a guttural and ancient sound. Percy left quickly, taking only what he could carry and the rest of the money he had acquired through ill means, traveling to the city across the mountains that was known for its magical black market. There, he sold the gem for a hefty price to a magic-broker, hoping the curse would be passed onto them. But it was stuck to him. The curse would only break if he returned the gem to its rightful owner, and the owner willingly used its magic to unbind them from the curse. Since he had stolen it, he would have to be the one to return it. The curse also stipulated that he could not harm any of the descendants of the family who owned the gem shard, but rather must protect them. In the old stories told, dragons had always been guardians, and Percy was cursed to be the guardian of the gem and its rightful owner until they chose to free him.
Age: 32
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Warlock (previously), Mezza-luna (currently)
Appearance:
Height: 6’2”
Hair color: Dark brown, though lightened to a chestnut color by his constant exposure to the sun on his travels.
Eye color: Jade
Piercings/tattoos: A Celtic Ruin mandala between his shoulder blades, directly upon his spine, which helped to channel his powers when he was a practicing magician. The mark was the only way to identify he was a warlock to begin with, as he refused to speak of magic when it was repressed by the curse.
Body: The curse had turned his once lanky, teenage form to a lean, muscular body, due simply to the physical hardship of transforming and maintaining a draconian form.
Relationships:
Mother: Adelaide Anderson (deceased)
Father: Tobias Anderson (deceased)
Siblings: None
Songs:
The Death of Me - City and Colour
Your Protector - Fleet Foxes
Radioactive - Imagine Dragons
Bio:
Percy was born of Adelaide and Tobias, two renowned magicians in the village where he grew up. They ran an apothecary and delivered various spells, such as those for good sleep, safe passage, or a smooth birth. They were highly liked and respected by their neighbors, and often explored experimental magic, trying new recipes and preparing spells that had never been attempted. His childhood was fairly idyllic and peaceful, and he spent many of his toddler years running around in the woods or visiting the town’s marketplace. That changed when one of his parents’ experimental spells went wrong, backfiring upon them in such a volatile explosion of heat that they were both killed almost instantly. Percy was only 12, about to enter his teenage years. The resulting fire spread through the woods and burned down two other houses in the vicinity, resulting in the death of one of their elderly neighbors. Fleeing the outrage and trauma of the accident, he travelled to a larger city on the other side of the vast expanse of woods where he worked for a barkeep at night - hauling trash and clearing drink glasses - and as a pick-pocket during the day. The pick-pocketing was far more profitable he found, and so he decided to become a full-time thief and targeted larger, more lucrative items. He earned enough to stop squatting and to buy a small place on the edge of town that was relatively cheap, under a false identity and age. There he practiced the magic that his parents had so carefully honed and were beginning to teach him, but had been cut off by their abrupt end.
Magic came easily to him, and he began to use it to manipulate others so he could more easily steal from them and avoid being caught for it. Suddenly, it felt like all the riches and power he could ever ask for were just within his grasp, if only he dared use his magic to obtain it. He certainly wasn’t the only magician in the city - most people had at least a little magic in them - but he was young enough to go unnoticed as he slipped through the streets. It was when he overheard a bar-room chat about a gem with unimaginable powers, located right in the city, that he decided to pursue it. Using his powers to assist with the break-in, he snuck in at night and stole the gem with relative ease. The rightful owner of the gem and familial descendent was little more than a child when he committed the act, and he passed their crib as he fled from the house in the dark. Little did he know that the gem had other forms of protection covering it. He couldn’t figure out how to unlock the shard’s power, even though he could feel it brimming just below its sharp edges and smooth surface. He wore it around his neck on a crude piece of string so that no others could steal it, and so he could keep the power with him wherever he went. A week after he had stolen it, he was walking along the river near the woods, heading back home after a fairly good day of theft, his own pockets rattling with change. Percy felt a sudden surge of power through him, electric almost, and his heart began racing. Finally, the gem had granted him its power, had opened up its resource for his indulgence. The power felt like it was streaming through his veins, a current of burning electricity, alighting all of his senses at once in an overwhelming manner of sensation. Until the pain came. What once was a pleasant burn of magic became too hot, searing almost, unbearable to the point that he dropped to the ground on his hands and knees, the silver coins spilling from his pocket. Under the light of the half-moon, he endured his first turning into an age-old creature, one that only manifested as the result of curses - a dragon. His scales were the same shade of crystalline blue as the gem he wore around his neck. Twice a month he endured the turn under the half-moon, losing his mind to instinct and fury before waking up the next day, aching and in some place strange, his body shivering from the cold.
The gem shard had cursed him to be a mezza-luna, a beast that transformed twice a month under the half-moon. He later found he could summon what he thought was the gem’s power, but later realized was the curse’s crushing influence, and turn upon command. It was less painful when he chose to transform, allowing his body to change shape willingly. But his form was too large to easily hide, even in the woods, and he found it more and more difficult to reside in the city. The curse, however, suppressed what magic he had, only leaving him with the power to turn and the strength that came with it. But he now struggled to steal, and the villagers suspected there was a beast in the area - the first night he turned, he had been so close to the village that his screams had carried through town, even as they morphed into a guttural and ancient sound. Percy left quickly, taking only what he could carry and the rest of the money he had acquired through ill means, traveling to the city across the mountains that was known for its magical black market. There, he sold the gem for a hefty price to a magic-broker, hoping the curse would be passed onto them. But it was stuck to him. The curse would only break if he returned the gem to its rightful owner, and the owner willingly used its magic to unbind them from the curse. Since he had stolen it, he would have to be the one to return it. The curse also stipulated that he could not harm any of the descendants of the family who owned the gem shard, but rather must protect them. In the old stories told, dragons had always been guardians, and Percy was cursed to be the guardian of the gem and its rightful owner until they chose to free him.
Orym Novikov
Name: Orym Novikov (pronounced Oar-Rihm)
Age: 26
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Human
Appearance:
Height: 6’2”
Hair color: Dark Brown
Eye color: Brown
Piercings/tattoos: Three gold cartilage piercings on his left ear
Body: Lean, tall, though his form is well-filled out from years of archery and athleticism.
Relationships:
Mother: Isabeau Novikov
Father: Alexei Novikov
Siblings: Artur (34), Valentin (23), Maxim (24), and Sofia Novikov (19)
Songs:
Would That I - Hozier
Left With a Gun - Skinshape
Bio:
As one of the Princes for the Kingdom of Gaesea, Orym grew up in a lavish home with a rather luxury lifestyle. He trained in the ways of the royalty around him, taking a special interest in archery and hunting, which he participated in at least several times a week — taking pride in the massive, beautiful pelts he would bring home. They were mostly of the regional bears, known to be so ferocious that many of the local townsfolk attributed them to powerful spirits in a mortal form.
However, Orym harbored the same resentments against witchcraft and sorcery as his family. In Gaesea, such magic was outlawed and punishable by public execution. His father, long ago, had defeated several mages, and one of them had permanently wounded the King, causing an incurable blindness in his right eye, which was now a milky white, glazed with magic.
When Orym was 19, during a weekly hunt, he strayed off the beaten path, encountering a small dwelling out in the woods on the Northernmost edge of town, tucked into the hillside as a comfortable little cottage. He visited the dwelling several times, not finding anyone there, until one night he visited the area during the night time, intending to hunt the great nocturnal bears he was so famed for. He spotted her gathering herbs beneath the light of the half-moon, beautiful and ethereal. Convinced she was entrancing him and enraged by his own faltering emotions for the woman who was clearly a witch, Orym drew his arrow. He managed to gravely wound her, and out of defense, the witch cursed him to take the form of a great bear every nightfall, beneath the light of the moon — no matter the phase.
That night, his own hunting dogs found him, and Orym was nearly killed by his hunting party. The witch showed enough mercy to transform him back into his human form before he was killed, but the curse remained. When he went back to find her, he only found an abandoned, broken-down old cottage in the woods, with no trace of the beautiful woman he had seen beneath that half-moon’s light only days ago. The only night he received reprieve from the curse was on the New Moon, when the moon’s light did not shine down upon the land.
From then on, his curse was a tightly-held family secret, though rumors circulated the kingdoms about the "Prince of Pelts"; the hunter who became what he had hunted, though this was seen as an old wives' tale. Now, despite his deep resentment towards witches, he desperately wants to break the curse that forces him to shift each nightfall into a huge, silver Grizzly.
Age: 26
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Human
Appearance:
Height: 6’2”
Hair color: Dark Brown
Eye color: Brown
Piercings/tattoos: Three gold cartilage piercings on his left ear
Body: Lean, tall, though his form is well-filled out from years of archery and athleticism.
Relationships:
Mother: Isabeau Novikov
Father: Alexei Novikov
Siblings: Artur (34), Valentin (23), Maxim (24), and Sofia Novikov (19)
Songs:
Would That I - Hozier
Left With a Gun - Skinshape
Bio:
As one of the Princes for the Kingdom of Gaesea, Orym grew up in a lavish home with a rather luxury lifestyle. He trained in the ways of the royalty around him, taking a special interest in archery and hunting, which he participated in at least several times a week — taking pride in the massive, beautiful pelts he would bring home. They were mostly of the regional bears, known to be so ferocious that many of the local townsfolk attributed them to powerful spirits in a mortal form.
However, Orym harbored the same resentments against witchcraft and sorcery as his family. In Gaesea, such magic was outlawed and punishable by public execution. His father, long ago, had defeated several mages, and one of them had permanently wounded the King, causing an incurable blindness in his right eye, which was now a milky white, glazed with magic.
When Orym was 19, during a weekly hunt, he strayed off the beaten path, encountering a small dwelling out in the woods on the Northernmost edge of town, tucked into the hillside as a comfortable little cottage. He visited the dwelling several times, not finding anyone there, until one night he visited the area during the night time, intending to hunt the great nocturnal bears he was so famed for. He spotted her gathering herbs beneath the light of the half-moon, beautiful and ethereal. Convinced she was entrancing him and enraged by his own faltering emotions for the woman who was clearly a witch, Orym drew his arrow. He managed to gravely wound her, and out of defense, the witch cursed him to take the form of a great bear every nightfall, beneath the light of the moon — no matter the phase.
That night, his own hunting dogs found him, and Orym was nearly killed by his hunting party. The witch showed enough mercy to transform him back into his human form before he was killed, but the curse remained. When he went back to find her, he only found an abandoned, broken-down old cottage in the woods, with no trace of the beautiful woman he had seen beneath that half-moon’s light only days ago. The only night he received reprieve from the curse was on the New Moon, when the moon’s light did not shine down upon the land.
From then on, his curse was a tightly-held family secret, though rumors circulated the kingdoms about the "Prince of Pelts"; the hunter who became what he had hunted, though this was seen as an old wives' tale. Now, despite his deep resentment towards witches, he desperately wants to break the curse that forces him to shift each nightfall into a huge, silver Grizzly.
Bennet McKinnon
“But the youngest brother’s arm remained a swan’s wing, for his sister had not finished his shirt of nettles…”
[Based off of the fairy tale “The Wild Swans” by Hans Christian Anderson, which can be read here: hca.gilead.org.il/wild_swa.html]
Name: Bennet “Ben” McKinnon
Age: 26
Species: Human
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Height: 5’11
Hair color: Long blonde hair, usually tied back in a bun
Eye color: Hazel
Body: About average height, lean, but with developed shoulder muscles from archery (he uses an adapted bow that allows him to shoot one handed). He is entirely human, except for his left arm, which remains a swan’s wing after the curse that was placed upon him and his brothers. Just below the shoulder, his arm smoothly transitions to feather and wing.
Relationships: His ten brothers (of which he is the youngest) and one younger sister, Eliza. His father, the king, and his stepmother (since banished after it was found that she had cursed his brothers and him).
Songs:
In a River - Rostam
The Wrote & The Writ - Johnny Flynn
Bio: Ben is one of the eleven princes of Strathclyde, the youngest sibling apart from his sister, Eliza, who he is very affectionate for. Eliza was the one who initially freed him and his brothers from a curse that trapped them as wild swans, though she had not completed his shirt of nettles in time to free him entirely — where the left sleeve was missing, a swan’s wing remained. Ben is able to work around this, however, and it is generally treated as a normal disability around the castle. However, to other kingdoms, Ben’s “remnant curse” left him as somewhat of an outcast to the royal kingdom, and it was implicitly known that he would never marry, nor find a suitor who could look past the curse’s influence.
[Based off of the fairy tale “The Wild Swans” by Hans Christian Anderson, which can be read here: hca.gilead.org.il/wild_swa.html]
Name: Bennet “Ben” McKinnon
Age: 26
Species: Human
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Height: 5’11
Hair color: Long blonde hair, usually tied back in a bun
Eye color: Hazel
Body: About average height, lean, but with developed shoulder muscles from archery (he uses an adapted bow that allows him to shoot one handed). He is entirely human, except for his left arm, which remains a swan’s wing after the curse that was placed upon him and his brothers. Just below the shoulder, his arm smoothly transitions to feather and wing.
Relationships: His ten brothers (of which he is the youngest) and one younger sister, Eliza. His father, the king, and his stepmother (since banished after it was found that she had cursed his brothers and him).
Songs:
In a River - Rostam
The Wrote & The Writ - Johnny Flynn
Bio: Ben is one of the eleven princes of Strathclyde, the youngest sibling apart from his sister, Eliza, who he is very affectionate for. Eliza was the one who initially freed him and his brothers from a curse that trapped them as wild swans, though she had not completed his shirt of nettles in time to free him entirely — where the left sleeve was missing, a swan’s wing remained. Ben is able to work around this, however, and it is generally treated as a normal disability around the castle. However, to other kingdoms, Ben’s “remnant curse” left him as somewhat of an outcast to the royal kingdom, and it was implicitly known that he would never marry, nor find a suitor who could look past the curse’s influence.
Antonio Laurent
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...”
Name: Antonio Laurent (goes by Ant)
Age: Several hundred years old (turned at 29)
Species: Vampire
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual (No lean)
Position: Versatile
Vessel Appearance:
Height: 6’3
Hair color: Dark Brown
Eye color: Dark Brown
Piercings/tattoos: A small protection rune drawn by a witch on the corner of his left hip
Body: Tall, and rather athletic - he is rarely seen with clothes that aren’t tailored or fitted to him. His features are chiseled and sharp, simply a product of his vampiric physiology - attraction is merely a tool to lure humans. His dark hair is curly but usually kept neat and out of his face, though he is not always clean shaven, and sometimes elects to grow out his facial hair for a little while.
Face Claim: Louis Garrel
Relationships: Undisclosed - no living family members
Songs: Put Your Dreams Away - Frank Sinatra
Goodnight, My Love - Benny Goodman and Ella Fitzgerald
La vie en rose - Edith Piaf
Flaws: Can often come off as callous, or even cruel, has trouble opening up about his true feelings, is prone to bouts of jealousy, can be hedonistic
Bio: Antonio is an age-old vampire, turned just before he hit his early 30’s. He died during the Napoleonic Wars in the early 1800s as a low-ranking French foot soldier but was swept from the abyss of eternal darkness by a fellow soldier, who drained his blood and converted him on the dying battlefield. He struggled for a while, as most vampires do, with the intensity of his urges, and spent a number of decades indulging himself in countless lives and inhuman quantities of blood. His name was whispered as a rumor for a string of disappearings, murders, and robberies, building his wealth and infamy in the supernatural and human community alike. He rose to power as a nobleman, basking in the company of the elite and surrounded by his riches before disappearing entirely for a number of years. Antonio had spent those years in reform and recovery, under the realization that he could no longer kill and drink as he wished, for both moral and societal reasons.
Antonio now lives in a large house on the edge of the city, which houses an abnormally large underground network of the supernatural. Witches, werewolves, vampires, demons, Nephilim - whatever you were searching for could be found through the networks. He is well known in the supernatural community, though not for the violence of his younger days, but merely for his prevalence in the city. Older vampires were harder to come by these days, and they always held a wealth of information concerning the histories of the supernatural. Antonio was no exception. He is charming and an old soul at heart, though he does not open up easily - after living for this long, Antonio learned the weakness of vulnerability and trust. Most supernatural creatures in the city know of him as a distinct member of the community. He lives his life relatively benign, drinking but not killing (except for a few… minor slip-ups in the past decades), and lounging in the luxury of his large, spacious property. Antonio is an old soul who enjoys reminiscing - he keeps mementos of the time periods he has lived through, boxes of photographs he keeps locked away, and listens to records rather than radio. Not that he hasn’t embraced the modern era - he has certainly embraced the ease and comfort of new technology, such as smartphones and sleek cars. Despite his accumulated wealth, Antonio works a low-level job as a local florist and volunteers part-time on the weekend as a librarian. The jobs are something enjoyable to occupy his time, an excuse to leave his home and avoid idle hands. He enjoys working as it takes his mind off the ever-present hunger that sits in the back of his mind, and it allows him to reminisce about old histories captured in the books and the days of high romance when flowers were deemed necessary for courtship. Antonio speaks French, Italian, English, and can read a decent amount of Latin, though he hardly finds the skill to be useful anymore. Also, contrary to most vampires, Antonio chose to keep his religion - he remains a devout Catholic to this day. Antonio can be quite promiscuous when he chooses to be, and often his loyalties are hard to discern with those he is not close to.
Name: Antonio Laurent (goes by Ant)
Age: Several hundred years old (turned at 29)
Species: Vampire
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual (No lean)
Position: Versatile
Vessel Appearance:
Height: 6’3
Hair color: Dark Brown
Eye color: Dark Brown
Piercings/tattoos: A small protection rune drawn by a witch on the corner of his left hip
Body: Tall, and rather athletic - he is rarely seen with clothes that aren’t tailored or fitted to him. His features are chiseled and sharp, simply a product of his vampiric physiology - attraction is merely a tool to lure humans. His dark hair is curly but usually kept neat and out of his face, though he is not always clean shaven, and sometimes elects to grow out his facial hair for a little while.
Face Claim: Louis Garrel
Relationships: Undisclosed - no living family members
Songs: Put Your Dreams Away - Frank Sinatra
Goodnight, My Love - Benny Goodman and Ella Fitzgerald
La vie en rose - Edith Piaf
Flaws: Can often come off as callous, or even cruel, has trouble opening up about his true feelings, is prone to bouts of jealousy, can be hedonistic
Bio: Antonio is an age-old vampire, turned just before he hit his early 30’s. He died during the Napoleonic Wars in the early 1800s as a low-ranking French foot soldier but was swept from the abyss of eternal darkness by a fellow soldier, who drained his blood and converted him on the dying battlefield. He struggled for a while, as most vampires do, with the intensity of his urges, and spent a number of decades indulging himself in countless lives and inhuman quantities of blood. His name was whispered as a rumor for a string of disappearings, murders, and robberies, building his wealth and infamy in the supernatural and human community alike. He rose to power as a nobleman, basking in the company of the elite and surrounded by his riches before disappearing entirely for a number of years. Antonio had spent those years in reform and recovery, under the realization that he could no longer kill and drink as he wished, for both moral and societal reasons.
Antonio now lives in a large house on the edge of the city, which houses an abnormally large underground network of the supernatural. Witches, werewolves, vampires, demons, Nephilim - whatever you were searching for could be found through the networks. He is well known in the supernatural community, though not for the violence of his younger days, but merely for his prevalence in the city. Older vampires were harder to come by these days, and they always held a wealth of information concerning the histories of the supernatural. Antonio was no exception. He is charming and an old soul at heart, though he does not open up easily - after living for this long, Antonio learned the weakness of vulnerability and trust. Most supernatural creatures in the city know of him as a distinct member of the community. He lives his life relatively benign, drinking but not killing (except for a few… minor slip-ups in the past decades), and lounging in the luxury of his large, spacious property. Antonio is an old soul who enjoys reminiscing - he keeps mementos of the time periods he has lived through, boxes of photographs he keeps locked away, and listens to records rather than radio. Not that he hasn’t embraced the modern era - he has certainly embraced the ease and comfort of new technology, such as smartphones and sleek cars. Despite his accumulated wealth, Antonio works a low-level job as a local florist and volunteers part-time on the weekend as a librarian. The jobs are something enjoyable to occupy his time, an excuse to leave his home and avoid idle hands. He enjoys working as it takes his mind off the ever-present hunger that sits in the back of his mind, and it allows him to reminisce about old histories captured in the books and the days of high romance when flowers were deemed necessary for courtship. Antonio speaks French, Italian, English, and can read a decent amount of Latin, though he hardly finds the skill to be useful anymore. Also, contrary to most vampires, Antonio chose to keep his religion - he remains a devout Catholic to this day. Antonio can be quite promiscuous when he chooses to be, and often his loyalties are hard to discern with those he is not close to.