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- Alma Noctum | Darla Seaton | Clarissa Seaton | Lorelie Seaton | Lenora Scott | Iryana Denali | Castella "Fate" Byrne | Jasper "Fury" Byrne | Neferet Solaras | Elizabeth Cooper | Autumn Rosario | Enyo Cora |Irina Henos | -  Name: Alma Noctum
Age: 19 (38) Species: Salubri Vampire Attitude/Personality: Alma is quite and withdrawn, but she reaches for what she wants and will rip it from another’s grasp if she must. She is determined and slightly twisted after everything that had happened to her. She likes to cause pain to others or to talk in riddles to confuse them. It’s one way she’s kept people away from her, but perhaps a determined person could open her back up to the world. Eye Colour: Grey Hair Colour/Length: Black Height/Weight: 5’6, 118 pounds History: Alma Noctum was born to a high bred Wraith Demon family, the second child born. Her brother was older than her by half a decade, but he took care of his little sister. Alma was sickly as she grew up, but she had the best medical care given to her when her parents killed the current royal family in the underworld. Wraith society said that if the current royal family could be defeated, then the one that defeated them stepped up in status. That’s how it worked. So Alma and her family moved up in the status quo, taking their place at the spot of the elite. Wraiths were ruled with power, but the Noctum family was more compassionate. They cared for their people and wanted to keep them safe. As noble as this was, it was not smiled upon. The two children of the new King and Queen seemed to have a bit more promise though. Alma was slightly bloodthirsty, though she cared for her people. Lucian cared for his people, but would defend his little sister with his life. They would be the ones to follow, or so all the Wraith Demons thought. Feeding off the emotions of Dragon Shifters, Alma recovered by the time she was fifteen. The young Wraith warrioress was prepared for just about anything, anything except the war against another breed of demons. Her parents were the first ones to lead the battle, and the first of the noble lines to die. Lucian stepped up as the next to take over the line, and Alma supported her brother and helped him to keep things in line. A decade passed, yet she still looked around twenty. The war was still raging and their people were losing faith in Lucian, so he had to go into battle like his parents had. Alma attempted to convince him to let her go instead, but he wouldn’t dare put his little sister in danger. Leaving for the mission on the eve of her twenty-sixth birthday, he promised he would return. A week later the forces came back with only Lucian’s sword and the medallion of the Noctum crest. A howl of grief passed the young Wraith’s lips and she lashed out the nearest Wraiths around her. Five of them fell dead before she calmed herself and fled to her chambers. The next day, she stepped up as the leader of her kind. After a month of leading her people, the anger she felt towards them did not fade, it only intensified. They had let her parents die, had let her brother die, all for her, the only one in the line that seemed blood thirsty, so she would take the throne. They would not have here there though, and they would pay. The next evening she left, saying she was going for a stealth mission that only concerned herself. Travelling the astral she entered the enemy camp and strode to their young leader. It would seem leadership had traded hand there as well, which made the dealing even simpler. Alma would set fire to the main city, saving only a few children that she deemed worthy to live, and the opposing forces would rush in and destroy the rest that the fire did not kill. The only thing she asked for in return was safe passage for the children, and that they would not seek her out once the Wraiths were killed. The only reason she would return here was to visit the place she had grown with her brother. They accepted the terms of the deal, and she fled. Returning to her home she avoided most of the other Wraiths, going to the younger children and putting them in the designated location. She told them to trust her then darted off once again, pouring a flammable substance over most of the city surfaces. Her emotions had drained out of her, and she consumed two souls of Wraiths that had gotten in her way. As she started to leave the city she threw a match over her shoulder, igniting the fluid she had poured and set the city up in flames. The screams of the burning and dying echoed behind her, but she didn’t care. They had turned their backs on her family, so she had turned her back on them in return. Coming to the surface of the mortal world she slowly integrated herself into society, staying in the shadows. She barely spoke, occasionally stealing the souls of the dying to feed her, or scaring others so she could taste the emotion of fear. When she heard the rumor of the city Viol Refaire, she found herself there in a matter of days. It was just another place to stay, but possibly a home if she would let it be.  Name: Darla Seaton
Age: 24 Species: Witch Attitude/Personality: Darla is chill yet full of energy, a bit more responsible than her cousin Lora. The female likes to gossip about boys, and often does. She is protective over her friends and family, saying to hell with the three fold rule. That was why her family didn’t like her much, and why she stuck up for Lora. Adventurous, she will do almost anything at least once in her life. Eye Colour: Green Hair Colour/Length: Her hair is auburn with multicolored streaks in it, only to her shoulders. Height/Weight: 5’8/115 pounds History: Darla Seaton was born to a couple of witches on June third in nineteen eighty-six. The girl grew up in a community of her kind, taught about the three fold rule and about the concepts of magic. There were old myths about darker magic that could make people immortal; blood magic was one of them. The young girl started to dabble in it at age seven, while two years later she discovered a gift that not many in her family had. Darla was a seer. The female could have glimpses of the past or of the future itself. No matter what though, she had dizzy spells and violent urges after her visions. It disturbed her parents, but not as much as what her younger cousin did when she was older. During her early middle school career, her cousin Lorelie moved into the house with her. The girl couldn’t control her fire gift and had ended up killing her parents. Lora had followed the rules to the T before that, and it just proved Darla’s theory. The three fold rule was crap, and it didn’t help or anything half the time. The girl was one of the only in her family that defended the pyrokenetic witch. It was an odd situation, but they dealt with it. When they got older still, when she was a sophomore in high school and her cousin was getting closer to being in middle school, they both got interested in music. Darla brought home a set of drums, a bass guitar, an electric guitar, and a keyboard. No one asked where she got it, no one wanted to know. All anyone ever knew was that if Darla wanted something, Darla got it. Over the next year they learned how to play their instruments rather well, and they played together before she moved on to playing with a few of her friends. They were always around members of the coven, and most of them didn’t approve of her blood magic. Apparently, neither did her then boyfriend during her senior year. Going to their last prom she ended up practicing a bit of blood magic beforehand. Donovan was upset by this, and thought that Darla was upsetting the balance of things. So, he tried to fix it. That night he romanced her, wooed her to follow him to a nearby hotel. When they got to the room they were kissing, groping each other, and pretty much enjoying each other’s touch. Once he laid her on the bed she tilted her head back, exposing her throat for more of his kisses. He cut her throat right then and there and ran. Another of their cousin’s had been nearby, managing a spell that stopped the bleeding and started to heal the wound. Vengeance was sought however, by three of the Seaton girls. Darla, Lorelie at only twelve, and Clara at age sixteen destroyed that boy after Darla had recovered. Though Darla’s injury had healed, she had a faint scar against her neck that made people think she tried to kill herself due to her dark attire. It made her laugh at their ignorance at times, but she wanted some of them to understand her. Lora said people didn’t have to understand, they just had to deal. It was something they had in common. Once Darla was old enough to buy booze, she got some for her cousin and they hung out all the time. Lora was Darla’s best friend in her family and out of it. Not too many men touched her life, unless she made sure they didn’t carry weapons with them into the bedroom. She was always cautious with men from their coven after that. Eventually she branched off from the family and moved several miles away from the house she had lived in with her parents and Lora for her nineteen years of life. The woman branched off to learning about the other races and goofing around with a few. She always came to visit randomly, and the last time she went to visit she discovered Lora wasn’t there. Three nights later, still in her old room, she got a call from Lorelie. They started gossiping about a male that seemed to have caught her cousin’s eye and she promised to bring her cousin back her Harley if she told her exactly where she was. The deal was made, and Darla has recently arrived in Viol to be with her cousin, and to bring her back her Harley that she thieved from her several months before. What does Viol hold for her? Only time will tell.  Name: Clarissa "Clara" Seaton
Age: 20 (22) Species: Half Witch Half Dragon-Shifter Attitude/Personality: Clara is extremely protective over her friends, and only two members of her family. Out of the Seaton Trio(Darla/Clara/Lora) she is the most responsible. That isn’t to say she isn’t wild as well. The hybrid loves to sneak out and find mischief, it’s just she knows when to stop some of the goofing around. Adventurous, she also likes to read and write on her own, whether it’s poetry or songs. Emotions can change rapidly for her, especially anger. Eye Colour: Hazel Hair Colour/Length: Brown hair an inch or two past her shoulders, slightly curly for the most part. Height/Weight: 5’7, 127 pounds History: Clarissa was born to a rather unique couple on March seventh nineteen eighty-eight. The young girl was raised as a witch among the coven and around her family. The Seaton’s were rather close knit, and it was rather clear that most of them married other witches. It was only natural that Clara would assume that was all she was as well. Growing up within the coven she was taught the arts, and of course the key rule of the witches. Darla and Lora were the cousins that were closest to her though, they looked out for each other, especially after Lora’s accident. Clara was the one that would run to Lora’s aid whenever she needed it. Lora didn’t need much aid when they got to high school, but elementary school was war zone for those two. Clara was teased mercilessly for protecting her younger cousin. The young girl didn’t care though, and she often got into physical fights with the boys that messed with Lorelie. It was no surprise that her parents thought that the other two were a bad influence on Clara. Clara thought otherwise. It was her cousins that got her the most, and she wasn’t going to give up that understanding to put her parent’s at ease. At the age of fourteen she snuck over to her older cousin’s house and got a tattoo of a black star right over her right ankle. The young teen kept it hidden for as long as she could, but they found out about it three months later and blamed Lora. Everything seemed to be blamed on her or Darla. Clara was tired of it. It wasn’t fair to her cousins. Once she was sixteen though, it was truly shown how protective she was for her cousins. Darla was nearly killed and they went after Donovan. While they were punishing him, her right hand became scaled and clawed, like a dragon’s paw. They finished the punishment, with Donovan screaming that they were children of Lillith an undeserving of their gifts, they cut the palms of their hands and pressed them together. They made an oath then and there that no matter where they were, no matter how they changed, that they would be there for one another. When the sixteen year old got home though, she screamed at her parents, asking what the hell was wrong with her. Her mother then explained what she was, that she wasn’t a witch but a dragon shape-shifter. It would mean that she would live longer, as would her daughter. Clara was shocked into silence, knowing that she would outlive her cousins was almost a nightmare to her, but it gave her a thought. If she could find a way for them to be happy, find them the perfect matches and keep them safe, she would be fine when they finally died and she was left to move on without them. Settling that little deal in her mind then, she continued with her high school education as Darla left to go explore. During the years that Darla was gone, Clara bought booze for herself and Lora, goofing around and trying to help her with her band problems. For awhile, Clara had stepped in as a singer. It had helped to bring the band closer together, but they broke apart in the end, and when Lora left for a new city, she felt slightly lost. A few weeks after Lora left, Darla called her telling her that she was going to Viol as well, and that she had to come so that they could surprise their cousin. Clara would have stayed in England, until Darla mentioned that Lora had a boy. Well then, it was time for her to start carrying out her promise and make sure the boy was good enough for her dear younger cousin. And so, the Seaton’s Emerald Trio were all present in Viol.  Name: Lorelie "Lora" Seaton
Age: 18 Species: Witch Attitude/Personality: Lorelie is rebellious but she’s sweet towards some people. She enjoys being out in nature and joking around with friends and family. She has a quick temper like her element, fire, but she’s passionate about her loves as well. Spell work is something she’s been experimenting with, and she came to Viol to join the coven, meaning she’ll be loyal to them and to her heart before anything. Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour/Length: Ginger or strawberry blonde, mid back. Height/Weight: 5’7 and 121 pounds. History: Lorelie Seaton was born to a couple of witches in England on January twelfth of 1992. Lorelie was an only child, and she wasn’t taught of what she was till she was six. Her parents were both more aligned with the element of fire, so it was no surprise when young Lora was as well. The only problem was when she got angry; fire seemed to flare around her as if she had the powers of an elemental. It was a bad combination for a child that had problems obeying their parents. It leads up to the accident. The summer that the girl was seven years old, she argued with her parents about what she had to do to train her powers. She screamed and the next thing she knew, she was standing in her burning house with her parents nowhere to be seen. The little seven year old didn’t know what she had done, but she ran out of the house crying. No one in the neighborhood had known that the family was of the magical persuasion. Instead of the girl being put up for adoption, she was taken in by her Aunt and Uncle. Her parents had died in that fire, burned to ash by the intensity of the blast that had taken the house. The girl hadn’t meant to, but it had happened. Her Aunt and Uncle taught her how to contain her powers for the most part and about the three fold rule. She had never been taught any of that before, and with her cousins she learned. All through elementary school rumors about the fire that had killed her parents spread like a wild fire. Lora was forced to have to ignore it, or end up lighting up the children. It was difficult for her, but when she got to high school many years later she seemed to fit in a bit better. Other girls and boys from the coven went to school with her, so she didn’t feel so isolated. The kids that had been raised in the coven with her knew what happened, and knew it couldn’t have been helped. There were even a few teachers that were part of the coven, and those teachers kept an eye on their little ones. They protected each other and kept them safe. During high school though, Lora encountered shifters for the first time, as well as Lamia and other creatures. It made her curious of what all was out there in the world. Come tenth grade she took up smoking, much to her Aunt and Uncle’s dismay, but they let it slide. Smoking wasn’t some of the worst things that she could do. Lora never tried to mess with love magic like her older cousin, nor did she try and get revenge like her younger cousin. She understood the rules now, much more than anyone would ever know. For three years after the accident with her parents, they visited her dreams, haunting her with their memory. Control was what she needed, but only with her magic. She rebelled in other small little ways, like smoking. That year she was taught how to play the electric guitar and the keyboard, playing in a band for awhile where she sang backup. Her cousins tried to use her status as a band member to get into a few of the gigs, and she let them occasionally. Two other members of the band were part of the coven, while the other member was a shape shifter. They were safe around each other. By the time graduation rolled around though, she had gotten bored with England. Saying farewell to her family she took off for the states. There she stumbled upon the rumor of Viol Refaire, and upon hearing that a coven was there, she took off in a heartbeat. With only a bit of money to her name, she went to start a new life.  Name: Lorena Scott
Age: 21 (34) Species: Half Snow Leopard Shifter and Half Egyptian Lamia Attitude/Personality: Lenora is a mellow and almost cold person when she’s around other people. She doesn’t trust easy, but once she trusts you she’ll be open with you. Lenora love to play around and is playful and kind, more open in her shifted form. If someone see’s her like that she becomes nicer to them, why be mean when they’ve seen her at her most playful? Artistic, she sketches and is more silent, observing more than most. Eye Colour: Green Hair Colour/Length: Amberish brown that is at mid back. Height/Weight: 5’8, 134 pounds History:Lenora was born in England to a English woman who was half Egyptian Lamia and half shifter and a German male that was as well. It was odd that they had conceived, but both parents were ecstatic. They raised the child among both of their families, and in a large community of shifters so she would be accepted when she was older. Her father was a lion shifter, her mother a type of bird of prey, ironic considering her snake blood. They waited till she was five, able to walk and talk very well then, to see what animal she was. It came as a light shock when she was a snow leopard, but she had been born February seventeenth after all. The other children in the group of shifters didn’t know what to think of her when she was so quiet and thoughtful. Only a handful got to see her playful and sweet side. Even as a child she was guarded, and at the age of eight she picked up art. First her drawings were alright, but soon they were phenomenal. Others wanted her to get them shown in an art show, but she kept them to herself and to her family and friends. It was odd, but her art came from her heart, and from her inner eye. Art work was her life, and she loved drawing scenes from her reality. The woman would draw scenes of half shifted people, of hunting scenes, of her friends with half of their face and half of it human, showing their two natures side by side. Through her early schooling she avoided most children that were not shifters like herself, or supernatural beings. Eventually she branched off, started to talk to humans and found them fascinating. She drew their inner selves, not what was on the surface. If they were beautiful but badly mannered she reflected their attitude into her drawing. If they were ugly but very well mannered and kind, she drew their inner soul as well. To some it was annoying and, at times, insulting. Especially in high school when the cheer leaders and jocks wanted her to draw them. She drew them as the shallow asses and bitches that they were and smiled as she handed them the picture. It resulted in her getting into fights, but each one she used her enhanced senses to aid her, as well as her elevated strength. As a mark that she was getting stronger, she snuck off to a tattoo parlor, passing herself off as if she were older than sixteen. The tribal marks that were put on her arms were dark tan, still looking light on her tanned skin. The next day at school, her friends were in shock, but swarmed around her to look at it and study the symbols. A laugh had passed her lips and as she looked up at the cheer leaders and the jocks, she let her eyes flash to the icy blue of her leopard form. After graduation she went to see her family in Germany for a time, learning of her Great Aunts and her Great Uncle, told of the stories of Egypt and the story of her cousins Rosa and Fala. The stories were amazing, and she wondered where exactly in the world they were. During the time she was wondering, she experimented with life, trying different booze and smoking. Smoking was up her alley, as was drinking, but only with certain drinks. During that time she had a few lovers as well, but she always could find the worst in them within a few days. The woman was excellent at reading people, almost as if she could see within their souls. Finally she heard a rumor of Viol, and then that her Uncle Marcus was there. It didn’t take her long to travel to the city that was rumored to have her family, and to move in with them in an instant.  Name: Iryana Denali
Age: 19 (25) Species: Half Demon and half Egyptian Lamia Attitude/Personality: Iryana sometimes acts over dramatic to mess with people, and see if it's believable. Part of her thinks she was born in the wrong time period and she was meant to be a pirate. The woman is distracted by shiny objects, is always full of energy, and loves to dance. She was taught how to fight as well, and when she gets angry or threatened she knows how to defend herself. Like most Denali's, she has a sense for adventure and can be talkative at times. Eye Colour: Green, though at times silver when she's pissed or hungry. Hair Colour/Length: Black hair nearly down to her waist. Height/Weight: 5'8, 135 pounds History: Iryana was born to a lone Demoness on June third nineteen eight-five. Her father was no where to be found, and for the longest time she didn't ask. Miranda, her mother, taught her how to fight and how to read before the girl was five years old. Once she started to branch off away from her mother, the fact that her eyes were green and her mother's were silver always ended up confusing her. Why were her eyes green? Why was her mother's hair red and her's black? The only key similarity was that they had the same facial structure for the most part. It made Iryana ask her friends about their dads and what features they got from them. The young girl became more and more curious as she was taught different languages and science and math. It was a question she didn't ask her mother, noting how off her mother seemed to be feeling lately. It was always around October that she felt off, and seemed to be drifting away from her. It drove the young woman up the wall as she got close to her teenage years. During the beginnings of those years she started smoking and trying more violent types of magic, as well as to make herself more dramatic. Finally, when she turned fifteen, she asked her mother what the deal on her father was. She explained that her father had been an ancient type of Lamia that was nearly impossible to kill. When young Iryana asked if he was dead, Miranda shook her head and said that she never told the man that the girl existed. Marcus had disappeared, and she wasn't one to go hunting after a man. The men were supposed to come after her. Miranda was sure of herself there, but when her older brother heard she had been with a creature that wasn't a demon, he went looking for this Lamia creature. Iryana tried to convince her uncle not to go, but it was to no avail. Two weeks later the man came back, not finding a trace of this male. Miranda was relieved, but two weeks after her daughter turned sixteen, she was killed by a large mass of human hunters. The human that lead the party to kill her mother was the demoness's ex-lover. The hybrid woman was forced to live with her uncle till she was eighteen, then she went out into the world. At first she just goofed around, taking several lovers, drinking, partying all she wanted. Several years passed though, and curiousity set in about her father, so she set out to go and find him. Rumors lead her to Viol, and now she's looking for him, intent on moving in with him and staying with other Denali's for once.  Name: Castella "Fate" Byrne
Age: 17 (17) Species: 3/4 Witch and 1/4 Fae Attitude/Personality: Stella has been a prankster since she was little, and being raised by her mother helped that along. Stella has a different way of thinking, more Fae like than witch. There are times she'll be sarcastic, but she likes to be sweet and affectionate, even with her gift/curse. At times her second sight is a gift, and at other times it's a curse. Either way she looks at it, she tries to be sweet and stop too much of the bad from happening. Eye Colour: Deep brown Hair Colour/Length: Black with a few pieces of white due to illusions. Height/Weight: 5'6/122 pounds History: Stella was born to a couple in Ireland in nineteen ninety-two, March thirteenth. The young girl was named Castella by her mother because her father had named her older brother Jasper. The first few years of her life were slightly normal, well, as normal as they could be with bickering parents. The magic in her system progressed rapidly, and she had minor control over different types of trees by the time she was five. It was amusing to her, and she couldn't help but laugh. Others in the coven knew why she had this much power, Fae blood ran through her veins due to her mother. Her father was part of the Seaton line distantly, so all that power didn't come from him. At the age of seven she had her first vision, it was that her parents weren't happy. The young girl prayed and prayed to any power that was that her parents would stay together. They didn't. Stella went with her mother to the Otherworld and her brother stayed with her father in Ireland. At first the young girl was heartbroken, that was until she started to learn about the different types of Fae. It turns out she was part Nymph, which would explain her connection to nature. The knowledge delighted her, and she danced through the trees with other Nymphs, always wearing darker colors though. Once she turned thirteen and had learned to control her abilities over trees and plants, she started on illusions. Once she was good enough, she put a few permanent white streaks through her black hair, making them a bit longer than her normal strands of hair. Her mother became very proud of her, but she wished to go back and see her father and brother. Her mother pleaded with her to stay for two more years, just until she was fifteen, and Stella agreed with a sigh. The two extra years in the Seelie Court weren't that bad though, and she enjoyed the nights she danced with the other Nymphs, wishing her brother could be with her. Once Stella was nearly killed by Maria, getting a stab wound in the stomach. Her Fae blood helped her to heal more quickly once she was under the shade of a large oak tree. Leaning against it she borrowed some of it's energies to heal. Maria was terrified and fled. That night though she called Darla crying, telling her what happened. The Seaton Trio, plus Fury, went and scared the hell out of Maria by bringing her into the presence of a Maenad. Nothing happened then, but Maria has had a fear of Maenad's every since. When Stella was seventeen the Seaton Trio moved on, going to a place called Viol. Maria started moving in again and Stella wasn't sure what to do, she was too kind at times to try and hurt her cousin, unless the woman was doing something truly wicked. Getting a call from Darla for her and Fury to come to Viol with them, she asked Fury. Fury bought a large house for the Seaton crew, and set out with his little sister. A new time had come.  Name: Jasper "Fury" Byrne
Age: 20 (20) Species: 3/4 Witch and 1/4 Fae Attitude/Personality: Fury is rather laid back and enjoys playing his guitar. The male can be sarcastic towards most, but sweet towards a select few. Protective over his little sister he doesn't take it to the extreme. Though he isn't the eldest male in the Seaton line, he likes to look out for his cousins as well. At times he enjoys violence and he's prone to be very spontaneous, whether it's with his friends or his male or female lover depends. Unlike his sister who can see the future, Fury can see the past. It makes things awkward at times, but it makes him glad that others can't see his. Eye Colour: Hazel Hair Colour/Length: Black and slightly shaggy Height/Weight: 6'1/ 178 pounds History: Fury was born to a couple in Ireland in nineteen eighty-nine on April second. The boy was the first born to a relatively happy marriage. His powers started to rapidly form, leaning more towards earthen based magic. It was a shock at first, till it was revealed to the coven that his mother was half Fae. That simple revealing explained a lot about the male that couldn't be explained before. Both parents were proud of their three year old, even when his younger sister was born. They were worried he might be jealous, but the shouldn't have been. Fury was a kind older brother and cherished his sister as much as his mother cherished her. The two grew together and learned things from both parents and schools. The local coven also helped to teach them on how to use their magic a bit better. When he was ten though, his parents divorced just like his younger sister saw. His mother got custody of Stella, while his father got him. It wasn't so bad, he just missed his little sister. While his mother was gone though, he found out something tricky about himself. His sister could see the future, but he could see the past from touching objects or people. He wasn't sure what touch would trigger a glimpse of the past, or what he would see. At first the revelation excited him, the gift was so interesting! His temper though started developing when he realized he couldn't control the glimpses anymore than Stella could control her visions. Going to high school was difficult for the male. After a few weeks of being a sophmore, he had a reputation for being a "bad boy" and a fighter. It was true in a way, he took a liking to motorcycles as well as to fighting. Occasionally he'd fight for bets, but that ended after his father found out the year he remarried. His step-mother was human, completely mundane, and didn't understand what their family was about. It pissed him off, causing him to take out his frustration on anything he could. His junior year he figured out he was attracted to men and women,but he had a rather high standard. Dating his first girl he could see from touching her how she figured out she was a shifter, and it was rather cute. The girl didn't fear him, but it just fell apart and they split. Around the time that would be his sister's fifteenth birthday, she ended up at home in his room with a grin on her face. She had changed, but he was so happy to see her he didn't care. Even being nearly tackled by her didn't bother him. Both of them left after a week of staying with their dad, going to an apartment. Enrolling his sister into high school he kept an eye on her, and made sure he didn't hide things from her. Maybe he tried too hard, because she ended up dating one of his best mates. It drove him mad, but she was mature for her age so she let it go. What broke him was when he touched his girlfriend, caressing her fast, and discovering that his sister's ex had screwed his girlfriend. Fury would have murdered the boy if Stella hadn't stopped him. Learning to let out some of his energy on his guitar, he devoted himself to training his body and mind to self-control like his sister. He let her tell him all the things in the Otherworld that he hadn't seen. They were closer than ever. Even when their cousin from the Seaton line tried to kill her, they stayed close and that Maenad creeped the hell out of Maria. It made him laugh, but the Seaton Trio started leaving, making his sister sad. At her request, and Darla's, he decided that they'd leave Ireland and go. Buying a house for them that would have to be set up, he left with his sister and most of their belongings to try and start afresh.  Name: Neferet Solaras
Age: 22 (3,987) Species: Succubus Attitude/Personality: Playful, teasing, sweet towards some people. Neferet doesn't judge people, but is rather open minded regardless of anything. She's willing to try almost anything once and enjoys to dance, play pool, tease, go swimming, horse back riding, and many other key things in her life. She's active, but it always goes back to one thing in the end. How she'll get her next meal. The woman reads into the double meaning of things as well, and is rather full of herself. Eye Colour: Chestnut Brown Hair Colour/Length: Wavy black hair several inches past her shoulders. Height/Weight: 5'6/119 pounds History: Neferet was the first child born to the fourth daughter of Lilith herself. Her mother Seraphina was a prized child to the Great Mother of demons, and her two older siblings, twins, helped to look after the child. The young girl never knew much about her father, only that he was an Egyptian male of some race or other and that's where she got her dark hair. Unlike most children, the first things that Neferet was taught was about the beginning of the Great Mother and of most demons after she had learned to read and write. The fact she was so closely related to the Great Mother made the young girl proud, and made her want to prove herself. The girl grew up in Egypt with her mother, taught how to dance. The girl enjoyed following around different creatures, and as she slowly progressed to her teenage years, her eyes were drawn to shiny jewels or to handsome men. It was natural of course, especially as a ccubi. Her Aunt taught her the arts of seduction and her Uncle taught her about the male's thought process. Before she knew it her Aunt and Uncle were gone though. The two ran a slave trade and had slaves to break, they wrote her often though, seeing if she was doing alright, and she was, she grew and learned in Egypt. Different warriors and guards of the palace fell to her charms when she finally switched to her true diet. As she grew into the age of nineteen, she became a legend to the ccubi around Egypt at the time, the Great Mother's granddaughter. It became a challenge in the guards of the castle or the dancers of the dancers nest to see if they could tame her. Many tried, but they all fell to her charms and tried to convince her to take her place in their beds again. Every time the offer was made, she refused them. It was almost like a game to the young ccubi, one her mother was starting to frown upon. Neferet had no will or want to have children, but that was what her mother wanted of her, to have children. Before her mother could attempt to push her into an arranged marriage, Neferet ran off near age twenty-five. For two centuries she traveled over the Ancient world, no real plan in mind. She found lovers when she wanted them or needed to feed, but she had lost contact with her beloved Aunt and Uncle. That was what struck her the deepest, that she wasn't with them any longer. At times, she took it out on her lovers. The woman would feed off their sexual energy, then leave a mark in their flesh before she left. Physical pain was nothing to the woman, and she naturally thought that others could handle it as she and her line could. The fact that they couldn't amused her, but before she could have a chance to explore that on her own, she ran into her Aunt and Uncle. The years had been good to her Aunt and Uncle, and the business was going well. Since Neferet was frozen at twenty-two and now over a century old, they taught her the lessons of breaking a person to their will. The lessons excited the young woman, made her eager to help her Aunt and Uncle catch, as well as break, slaves. Not many of them saw her as a threatening creature, thinking that she looked kind. That was one of the problems, people underestimating women. That ended about a week into her helping her Aunt and Uncle. The slaves learned to respect them as much as they respected her Uncle and Aunt. The twins loved their niece, and allowed her to travel with them and help with their work. This carried on for one thousand two hundred years. The young woman traveled with her Uncle and Aunt, breaking slaves and selling them to others. It wasn't enough though, and soon she was traveling again. The years started to blur until the days of the Renaissance when she was in Italy. At times she was used as inspiration to artists and to poets, and some of those people she actually took to her bed. That era ended as well though, and she went to Scotland. Scotland was fine, but new land that was almost untouched would have been better. Always avoiding the church she traveled to the new world, staying to the south and away from the witchcraft hysteria. So no one would notice that she did not age she traveled often, sometimes saying she was the great niece of the woman they knew. They all believed it every time, so it worked out well. Her last name continuously changed, but she reused one that she liked once the nineteen hundred rolled around. Solaras. It stuck, and the new music that came up made her have to alter her dancing skills once again, learn the new music, and adjust. She did though, she always managed, and now she travels from whatever city she wants to the next, trying to find a place she may be able to stay.  Name: Elizabeth Cooper
Age: 17 (323) Species: Ghoul Attitude/Personality: Naturally calm and kind, at times she can be easily angered, like when the history books have things wrong. Elizabeth is one that is touchy about her name, and one to help others at any given opportunity. It was how she has always been, and as she always would be. Ready to take risks with her curiosity or to get to the bottom of any secret that is kept from her she is hard to predict at times. Eye Colour:Hazel Hair Colour/Length: Blonde with light brown streaks in it from the sunlight, often holding just a natural wave in the locks. Height/Weight: 5'5/113 pounds History: Elizabeth was born on August twenty-eighth to a human couple in sixteen eight-six in the Charles Town settlement. Her father was one of the men that helped to determine what the settlers would do, while her mother was a simple house wife. The human family was kind, always helping other families in the settlement with illness and taking care of children. Elizabeth, at the age of seven, was known for her good disposition with children. It was not uncommon for some of the older girls to ask her how she did it. Unsure how to answer, she'd usually shrug and end up going inside to help cook, or sneak into the surrounding woods. The girl did so to end up looking for herbs that were known to help against illnesses. At the age of nine, she met a few of the Native Americans. One in particular seemed to talk to her more than the others. Due to the fact that she couldn't understand his language and he could understand a bit of hers, she ended up calling him Falcon from the feathers he wore in his hair. Always feeling comfortable around him, she tried to spend what free time she had with him, unknown to her parents. Never able to stay long she always told him that she'd come and see him at any opportunity. He was older than her, by several years it seemed, but as time went on it didn't seem like he aged. Years changed her though, and before long she was sixteen. Many of the teenage boys of the settlement started to try and court her, but she ignored their advances. Her father and mother didn't understand her at all, but Falcon did. He still looked like he he had when she was nine, and she continually asked him about it. The only answer he would give her was about a natural magic that was in the earth and in believing that her god was not the only thing with power. It made her wonder, and it made her slightly nervous. It started getting worse though when others started to try and steal their food back from the settlement. Her father led a group of the men to go after the "savages" once Elizabeth was seventeen. That day she was out in the woods teaching some of the young Native American children English. It was an amusing endeavor. An hour before that, Falcon had offered her the agelessness that he had, saying that she'd need it. An hour before, he had bitten her arm and wrapped cloth around it, tying it securely. The burning had made her gasp but it was fine now as she taught the children. The men in her father's group didn't see her, but she saw them, and moved in the way of one of the arrows easily when it was about to strike a child. It went straight through her chest and she fell to her back, eyes closed and breathing frozen. Hearing the mens shouts, her mother and father came running. Seeing their "dead" daughter on the ground they were about to blame the Natives and scream before she sat up with a gasp and pulled the arrow from her chest. Threatening the very settlers she had grown up with she got spirited away by that tribe. Renamed Dove for her fair hair and skin she re-learned everything, and for years she traveled with the ghoul members of the tribe, hiding through time. After the civil war she slowly moved back into society, with much pushing from Falcon. Leaving behind her precious people, she learned how to read and write properly, and traveled through the newer days, wondering what promises there would be.  Name: Autumn Rosario
Age: 20 (34) Species: Demon Attitude/Personality: Autumn is very outgoing, not afraid of what people think at all. She can be fierce and is determined to get what she wants, yet she's a bit more calm than her best friend. Partying is her thing, and if you tell here there's a party you better invite her or she'll find a way to crash it with her bestie. A tease and a flirt, she only actively presues someone if she truly wants them. If you bug her, she'll tell you in a rather rude way. Her comments can cut people to the core, so it's wise not to fuck with her. Eye Colour: Chocolate Brown Hair Colour/Length: A pale blonde that's two inches past her shoulders, sometimes teased up but usually straight to frame the angles of her face. Height/Weight: 5'5/ 117.4 pounds History:Autumn was born to an American demoness and an Italian demon on June tenth. For the first few years of her life she lived in Italy with her mother and father. Able to speak fluent Italian and English by the time she was four was a show of how intelligent she could be, but from a young age the girl showed an interest in dancing. They got her dance lessons, but it was obvious that she had attitude then. She would talk back to the teacher and tell the truth to extreme bluntness. When her instructor told the other children they did good to make them feel good, Autumn told them the truth that they were horrible at it. Autumn's mother thought that it was Italy that made her daughter so bold and cold towards people, so she insisted on them leaving and going to the States. Her behavior only seemed to get worse over there though. Now in New York City she was raised around more violence and crude talking people. During school she behaved the best she could, but would often sneak out at night. It wasn't a surprise when the girl started smoking and ended up having her first drink at ten. It didn't matter to her though, nor did it matter to her father. Her mother cared though. The demoness wasn't sure what to do with her wild daughter. The shocker was that Autumn actually made it through high school, but not without several fights. Autumn always won of course, and several jocks that wanted her fought over her. It made her laugh, and she usually ended up taking their girlfriend if they bothered her too much. If someone told her no, she found a way to get what she wanted anyway. Graduating high in her class she could have done anything, but she decided to help her father manage his club. This went on for awhile, and she got her pick of boys and girls at the club. Since it was New York, it wasn't long before underage kids started sneaking in. Autumn just found this amusing, and one night when she was rather drunk she ended up flirting with a rather attractive demoness. Instead of giving into her and going off with her, Autumn decided it would be wise for her to attempt to get home. Traveling the back alleys to get home she was pushed up against a wall by the female she had been flirting and teasing with on the dance floor. Being "raped" was a rather easy way to sober up, and while it was rape at first, it became consensual near the middle of it. How could someone resist a woman that attractive anyway? In an odd twist of fate the two girls became best friends after this accurance, and were inseperable. They danced in her father's club, causing uproars with males and females that wanted them. It was hilarious! They often were rather...physically close to each other during this time as well. After a year of knowing each other, they traveled a bit. Spending time in one particular city before it was destroyed. Autumn went back to New York to visit her parents, and while she was there she got a call from Kaylilly telling her about a new city that was like the previous one. That caught her interest immediately. It wasn't long before she packed her bags and headed off for Viol, where more adventures with Kay were sure to be.  Name: Enyo Cora
Age: 19 (2352) Species: Half Lamia, half human. Attitude/Personality: Enyo is a free spirit that doesn't listen to most and doesn't think that men are as high and mighty as they think. True, so men in her eyes are worthy to be more than just sources of reproduction and most are truly, but only a few are equal to women. The basis of her first teachings are still there, and she thinks that women are the superior gender. Loving to dance and experiment with the new styles it would take a lot to slow her down. Prepared to fight at a moments notice she is full of fire and thinks women need to know how to take care of themselves. Eye Colour: Grey like rain clouds. Hair Colour/Length: Brown and three inches past her shoulders, often frizzy looking due to how she teases her hair. Height/Weight: 5'7/ 132 pounds History: Enyo was born to an Amazon woman near Ancient Rome and to a Lamia father on May seventh. Raised by the second strongest warrior in the tribe, she was given the best teachings of how to fight. The only ones that got better teachings than her were her older sister and the Queen's daughter. The elder women in the tribe taught her how to read and write in their language, as well as how to fight with a bow and arrow as well as a blade. Enyo favored a blade or a spear to a bow and arrow, unable to build the will that would be necessary with using a bow. Many of the Amazons having burned off one of their breasts to make the bow rest easier against their chests. Not everything was simple for her as a child though. Horseback riding proved difficult for her, and then her mother made eyes turn to their family. The Lamia male that had helped create young Enyo often came around to see his daughter, to see how she was growing. It was forbidden for the chosen males of an Amazon to return to the tribe without becoming the slave of that Amazon. Enyo's mother wouldn't take away that male's freedom like that, and was nearly cast out of the tribe. Finally, when she was twelve, she saw her father for the last time during her stay with the Amazons. For a moment she was sad, but she moved on quickly. It would only be a few more years before she could fight with the other women of her tribe. Once she turned sixteen she was considered an adult to the rest of the tribe, and she went on her first raid with them. Killing three men from on her horse before she jumped off and took some on with her blade, she was consumed with adrenaline. Fighting came easily to her, and she watched as some of the older Amazons, like her older sister, took some of the stronger warriors back to camp. There, they were used for pleasures of the flesh and to continue on the lines. It seemed odd to Enyo, but she kept her lips closed, at least, for two more years. Finally, she broke down once it was her turn to take a "slave" as hers for a year or two. Confronting the Queen of their tribe she explained her objections, her only response from the woman was "Challenge me, or leave if you can not adjust to how we see things." Enyo had been truly tempted to challenge the two decades older Queen, but her daughter would have rose and challenged her right after the fight. Turning on her heal she gathered her weapons, her clothes, and her horse, and she left without saying another word to any of them. Anywhere she went she tried to hide the tattoos going down her spine that she had gotten as marks of honor to her tribe. They were different symbols marking her as a true warrior and as one that could force visions into her head. Not many of her lovers ever learned what she was, they all just thought that she believed that women should have rights. At one point she led a smaller group of Amazon like women in Italy, which is where she found her father and her two younger siblings. From him she found out exactly what she was and why she lived so long. It was a lovely gift her father gave her. Immortality. Staying in Europe till the nineteen eighties, where she went to America after, she just traveled and learned. The tattoos from her Amazon life stayed on her skin, and she was stuck in the age nineteen gladly. She continued to travel though, following trails to rumored places, like Viol.[Side Note: Her tattoos all have illusions over them in this photo. She has minor magic abilities]]  Name: Irina Henos
Age: 19 (Around 227) Species: Vampire Attitude/Personality: Kind hearted and usually nice to everyone, Irina is what you'd want in a best friend. On the surface she is loyal, kind, and wouldn't hurt anyone. If she's pissed, she'll beat the hell out of you. She never believed in killing, and she doesn't wish to start now. Even with her obstacles she still tries to dance as she did when she was living. She thinks that people should be respected and if she's agitated she hits them with her walking stick. Passionate about singing, playing her violin and tambourine, and her dancing she tries to live the best way she can. Eye Colour: Washed out green due to her blindness Hair Colour/Length: Black as night and down to her waist, always straight. Height/Weight: 5'5/108 pounds History: Irina wasn't exactly what year she was born, or the exact date. It wasn't common for her family to keep track of the time other than the seasons. She grew up in a gypsy band you see, and her father played an instrument and protected the band while her mother was a dancer and a fortune teller. Witch blood ran in her veins from that side of the family. It made her more connected with her mother's second art, but she was taught in the ways of dancing and playing different instruments as well. Before she was old enough to dance in the bands' performances though, she was a fortune teller like her mother, her eyes a brilliant emerald green that seemed to look into your soul when she met your eyes. Finally, at the age of sixteen, she was permitted to dance in front of the masses they preformed for. Her debut was amazing, switching from playing tambourine to violin mid dance. Her dance partner was the man that her parents hoped would be her lover, he was two years older than she was. Preforming side by side they seemed like they would be a perfect match, and after performing for others when things became for the gypsies alone, they sat by the fire talking to one another. Finally Irina was a fully functional member of the band, and she couldn't be happier. This went on for another year and a half before the odd occurances started happening around the band. The main one being a certain cloaked male that always seemed to watch Irina as if he wished to steal her away from the band. Finally, one the eve of her eighteenth birthday the stranger made himself known. A man by the name of Garrett was revealed beneath the cloak and he had come for a psychic reading. Irina smiled and dealt the cards, her hands shaking as she started to reveal his future. His fate was tied in with a gypsy woman, death would be around him soon, but it would mean his victory. Then she saw the card of Fate, one that would end up tying everything together as inseperable. Glancing up at him she told him his fate, and he just grinned, dropped a few golden coins, then walked out. As soon as he was gone she ran to the man she had shared her first dance with, Tobias, and sobbed into his shoulder, explaining all of her fears, and how the gold in his hand had been cold when it should have been warm from his flesh. Tobias took the words to the band leaders and they left that night. All was silent for another year, and she grew closer to Tobias, calling her his in her head. The night of her nineteenth summer there was a celebration for gypsies alone, but Garret crashed it. Half of the band was killed, and as far as she could tell Tobias was one of them. Garret took her away, taking quite a few of her things with them. It didn't take him long to turn her after that, and when she awoke at night and realized what she was, she couldn't stop crying. She cried for days, her tears tinged red as the last of her human blood left her body. Forced to follow her Sire, she did for several years, but she resisted him the best she could. One day she pushed him too far though, and with the powers of magic and his mind, he blinded her painfully. Part of him felt bad for it after, but the damage had been done. The bit of witch blood she had from her mother quickly worked to give her some symbalance of sight. Every time she heard a noise, she could get an echo of what was around her in muted colors in her head. It slowly only became muted shades of blue or grey in her head though. After being stuck with him for fifty years she finally snapped and beat the shit out of him with her walking stick. The strong woman who had held back her strength to try and escape without violence nearly beat him to death, but left him a warning. Not to find her, unless he wanted death. Checking on her old gypsy band she saw a man that looked so like Tobias it had to be him or a child of his. Not staying to find out she took off and headed for America. There she stayed, traveling all over the world. Now she goes where she wishes, curious about anything and trying to learn what she can. Still holding her instruments dear to her, and her old dancing outfits. |
