Name Harper Lianne Pruette

Gender
Female

Species
Necromancer

Social Status
Citizen/bartender

Age - Looks
22

Age - Actual
22

Hair Color
Platinum Blonde/black

Eye Color
Gray

Height
5'3"

Weight
120

Status
Single

Power
*Raise and control dead creatures for a short time
[afterwards, they return to the soil, basically puppeteering]
*See the dead/ghosts
*Bring the dead back to life as zombies [sometimes]
*Summon a demonic imp that knows very little magic

Distinguishing Features
Bright eyes always surrounded by thick, dark lashes.

Weapons of Choice
She never fights for herself. Usually in time of danger she uknowingly summons the dead which protect/fight for her. Most often she'll have her demonic imp by her side that will also fight, but is very little and weak so doesnt do much help.

Attitude
Usually quiet and shy, she doesnt speak unless spoken to. She'd rather keep to herself but puts on a very good act when she needs to. Harper likes to people watch, taking in how the species treats each other, learning from their mistakes as she hates making her own.

Background
Harper was born into a world of rivalry. Her mother and father were constantly feuding but she never knew what about. Night after night they would yell and scream and throw things at eachother, and every night Harper would lock herself in her room, her hands over her ears, her eyes shut tight, wishing various things. For them to stop, for one of them to die, for herself to die. She wished it would all go away...

One night, the screaming stopped. The yelling died, and things crashing to the floor ceased. Harper stood up and reached to unlock her door. Black tendrils of smoke seeped its way through the frame of her door. A whisping noise accompanied it, almost like it was alive. As Harper turned the knob, the smoke contracted. There was nothing when she opened the door. Only the horrifying scene of her parents. Or what was left of them.

Guts and entrails were strewn around the room, blood covered the floor and splattered the walls. Harper was too dead inside to shed a tear. The police questioned her, but she never said a word. They prodded her, done everything they could to interrogate the truth out of her, but she never spoke up. To this day, she is still a suspect. But with absolutely zero proof, they had to let her go. With no family, she took up resident on the streets, living with those trying to warm themselves with yesterdays newspaper. She finally managed to get a job at a local bar, learning the tricks of the trade rather quickly. Harper was indeed a quick learner but from that moment she swore to herself she'd never wish such a thing again...for fear the whatever that had come after her parents strike again.

Vehicle:
None

BIO INFORMATION HERE

Name
Tristen Taten Hayes

Gender
Male

Species
Fallen Angel

Social Status
Citizen/Singer

Age - Looks
24

Age - Actual
4,680

Hair Color
Raven Black

Eye Color
Gray

Height
5'6"

Weight
135

Status
Single

Power
*Can fly on tattered wings but for a very VERY short time.
*Able to summon light to ward off or blind unsuspecting enemies for a short time.
*Healing powers, can cure wounds up to a point, but its a slow process.
*Can draw ancient rune sybmols with his blood and use it to teleport but only in dire need. Each time he does it, his powers weaken and his wings become more frail.

Distinguishing Features
Has a New Zealand like accent, longish dark hair, beautiful off-white wings that are slowly falling apart.

Weapons of Choice
Since being fallen, he has been cut off from Divine power, however he is an angel no matter what. With being an angel he still has some abilities. He was stripped of any Divine weaponry and has only what little powers he possesses to fight. Not to mention good ol' fashion hand to hand or whatever he can pick up. Being alive so long, he's seen many deaths and can get quite creative with the most seemingly harmless of things.

Attitude
Tristen is quite cocky and egotistical. Feeling he is one of the highest of beings. Who would defy god to his very face but none other than Tristen, the fallen? He cares not for people and see's them as weak, insignificant beings who should be below someone as superior as himself or any other creature that defy's normalcy. Being an angle, he cares not for gender specific relations nor wants them...if he goes after anything its merely for personal gain and nothing else.

Background
Tristen has been around for ages, watching the world rise and fall as the terrors of humanity reign down upon the earth. He's watched society build itself up and tear itself down more times than he can remember. And Tristen watches as these imperfect beings sacrifice each other in means of materialistic, social status, as well as personal gain and wonder why he must love them more than himself. Love them more than god, or any other heavenly creation. Why they were made to have all the fun and Tristen had to stay in heaven and watch them sin whilst he was forbidden to do so. It was unfair.

So long after the devil had risen and was cast to earth Tristen dreamed of joining his ranks. Dreamed of joining the other angels that have sinned on earth instead of obeying orders like the mindless drone he was made to be. And finally, he did. He cast himself away, from the hand of God and all that was holy and fell to earth. He felt pain for the first time in his newfound life...and he liked it. Though years passed and Tristen felt his immortality fading. Becoming more and more like that of which the scum he lived among, but he embraced it. He embraced finally becoming that of which God loved so much or at least being that much closer.

After surviving thousands of years, moving from place to place to keep people from wondering what he was, he found a place called Hollows. A place for those like him to reside and not be questions. Where beings like him were welcomed and accepted as members of proper society. Tristen finally found a more permanent residence. Here he started off his career and became a locally famous singer. Soon he'd branch out and expand his fan base, but for now, that would have to wait. Wait til the world was like Hollows and accepted otherworldly creatures for what they truly are.

Vehicle:
2011 yellow Mitsubishi Eclipse