#TakenHuman

[thequeendomhq]

THE HAND ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 30+ SPECIES. Human FACTION. Warrior's Guild OCCUPATION. Interim King of Iskaldrik

Before he was King, Orhan was your friend. A trusted man at arms that you gladly fought beside on the Astorian plains. That was where he earned his rank, blademaster, they called him. Orhan was a prince with a second title, a man who was an artist with an ax and a spear. In some ways there was a part of you that both loved him and envied him, you were both born with talent but he was also born with the blood right to rule. You were the humble son of a drunk and a simple arborist that hailed from the Skjaldwood. You shouldn’t have been anything, but still, being nothing was enough to save his life before the conflict came to an end. When he returned home he denoted you Kingsguard upon his ascension, and then Orhan looked at you, he smiled, and he called you Huscarl. King Orhan Gökhan was your friend, which would only make what was to come harder. The King was a man of Iskaran honor, so what did it say about you that you helped his changeling child and disregarded daughter poison the mind of the man you loved? Maybe, had the King been well, Aetheron would not have advanced so quickly. Now, on the road, it will take time for Orhan to recover, but you know that it is only a matter of time until he does.

CONNECTS

THE HEIR: Ward THE PRINCESS: Ward

NOTES

TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee

this skeleton is currently taken.

[senatushq]

NAME. Cruz Osorio AGE & BIRTH DATE. 34 & December 1st, 1989 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Human ( Darkfriend ) OCCUPATION. Hunter FACE CLAIM. Alex Meraz

biography

( trigger warnings: parental abuse ) Cruz was the firstborn of two on a reservation in Mexico. His childhood had always felt insignificant to him, but the one his sister, Ximena, had mattered the most. The people around him were some of the best people he knew and he had always trusted them to watch over his sister without question. It hadn’t started early in his life, but his teenage years were some of the worst he could’ve had. He wasn’t even sure what had changed within his parents. Regardless of what it was, those people that watched his sister had come in handy. While she played with her friends, Cruz was getting whatever anger his parents felt taken out on him. It had all happened behind closed doors with nobody else on the reservation being none the wiser. If someone asked about a bruise, he would shrug it off and pretend he had gotten hurt playing. It was a vicious cycle where he tried to get his sister out of their home before he felt their anger really come to fruition.

It had been one day when he was sixteen where he had truly felt that it was his last straw. He had nowhere to go, but he knew he had to get him and his sister out of there. His father had lifted a hand towards Ximena and Cruz had been able to fight him off enough for him to grab his sister and leave. There were no words thrown to anyone as he had picked her up and ran through the reservation and away from the home that they had grown up in. Sixteen. That was how old he was when he ran away from home. His sister had only been ten years old and, even then, he knew her life was so much more important than his could ever be. If he couldn’t have a good life, he could only hope that she would be able to for his sake. That was all he could ever want and he made sure that he did everything he could so that it could actually come to fruition. Being a runaway was not easy for him or her though. It felt like there was a question every day as he tried to scrounge up money any way he could.

"Where are we going, Cruz?”

“I don’t know, Ximena.”

He never knew how to answer any of her questions. Cruz was desperate to get them overseas and then they would figure out a plan from there. Petty crimes would mean nothing to him as long as his sister was safe. That was all that had ever mattered to him. Anger always seemed to get the best of him though. Anyone ever looked at Ximena a certain way and it was always a problem. His sister hadn’t noticed it firsthand for a long time and he didn’t want her to know because he didn’t want to be a reminder of his parents. So he hid it as well as he could for as long as he could. The only thing that really took his thoughts of it was making sure he had money to take care of Ximena. They would’ve needed a miracle to get out of there though. And a miracle was what they had seemingly gotten. Unbeknownst to him at the time, it was a demon that had helped them get out of Mexico and to a new home in Rome. She had felt like a ghost at the time. She had helped them just enough to get to where they needed to go, but he had lost connection very quickly after that. It was something that stayed in his head for a long time, but he couldn’t focus on that. He had to make sure they found a home and a place to be safe.

Once they landed in Rome, he was back to petty crimes to make ends meet. A job wasn’t in the cards for him quite yet. He was only eighteen and he had a pseudo-kid with him that was only twelve years old. Cruz always felt bad that his sister hadn’t even been a teenager before he dragged her into this life. It stayed in the back of his mind like everything else did though. He could only hope that he was able to support Ximena the best that he could. In that same breath, it had felt like Rome was both a godsend and a curse. That anger that he had tried so hard to hide from his sister had reared its ugly head while they were at a gas station getting food for the night. She had been standing outside and someone had started messing with her. As soon as Cruz saw that hand rest on his sister’s shoulder, he was convinced he had blacked out. One second, he was in the store and then, in the next, he was outside beating the person’s face in. The only thing that had pulled him out of it was the sound of his sister’s scream.

"Cruz, stop!”

It had only taken him a few seconds to realize what had happened. His widened eyes had met his sister’s own scared ones as her hands rested on his face trying to pull him back together.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

It was the one thing he had never wanted her to see and, before he knew it, he was being put in cuffs and brought into custody. They had brought Ximena, but he had lost track of her somewhere. She was only twelve. He could only hope that he got out of here and they were both able to be safe again. But then he thought maybe she would be better off without him. It was a thought that stayed in the back of his head for only a moment as he stared at the table in front of him. The person’s voice that had been in the room with him sounded muffled until they said her name. Ximena. His head had snapped up at the sound of her name as he listened to why it had been said in the first place. These people weren’t the police. He could make that deduction easily. It was then that he learned of both the Eye and the supernatural. All of those stories that had been told by the elders on the reservation felt like just stories that they told to kids as a cautionary tale so often that Cruz hadn’t believed any of them. But they were all real and the offer was clear to him. The answer was even clearer. Join the Eye, be trained by them, fight for them and they would take in both his sister and him. They would be safe and protected. It was an easy solution for his sister’s safety.

When he was able to go back to Ximena, they had hugged for so long that it felt like they had been separated for years. But they would never be separated now. They had security and protection that they had never had before. The Eye had given them that.

Training with the Eye had felt as easy as breathing for the both of them. He didn’t mind that his sister was brought into the fold because it was best that she be able to protect herself, be able to protect those that couldn’t protect themselves, too. Cruz had found it so easy to train with Ximena and he was sure that this was the first time either of them had truly ever been happy. All good things always came to an end though. Everything good in his life was always his sister. She was a light that he had not ever taken for granted. Twenty-two. Sixteen. Ximena had been sixteen when that very light that he had treasured above all else had been snuffed out. An out of control lycan had done more than take a bite out of her. Mauled and left as nothing more than a bloodied body, all that was good in the world for him had been snuffed out just like his sister’s life.

So he had become vengeful. He had become cold and he had become angry. Angrier than he had usually been because that was all that he felt he had left. Years and years of anger and he had never been able to recover from the loss of his sister. It took a hold of his very being to where he put everything he had into hunting down every species he could get his hands on. Anger was what fueled him now more than ever and it only made him angrier because that one emotion made him more like his parents than he ever wanted to be.

Eventually, death came knocking at his door though. Or what he had assumed was death. No matter what it was, that voice had given him a choice to be more than he had been, more than the Eye had made of him. Hunt. Kill. It was what he was doing already, but there was the one perk that came with it all. Undying. When he awoke, his head was firmly back on his shoulders and he had looked down at his hand to the scaling on it. Anger still flowed through his veins, but now it was replaced with even more of a desire to kill those supernatural beings that thought themselves better than others. Now he could have the strength to be unstoppable. And if he died? Well, he'd come back and try again. It was much more than his sister ever got and he would make sure Ximena still lived on through him. No matter the cost.

personality

+ adaptable, protective, perceptive - vengeful, temperamental, withdrawn

played by kenyer. est. she/her.

[luckysprings]

THE SURVIVOR...IS SCOUT BLACKWELL!

age: 24

species: human

the survivor and the sweetheart are sisters, and partners in the discovery of supernaturals in their town. she is the only other human who knows of supernatural’s existence. after her sister’s death, she’s been laying low and keeping her mouth shut in order to stay safe. between herself and her sister, the survivor is significantly less popular and well liked, often viewed as the “troubled sibling”.

CONNECTIONS...

the sweetheart is her sister. the two of them are quite close, though the survivor may have some resentment over her sister’s popularity. she is not aware of her sister being a ghost.

the survivor and the dirtbag are friends, though the survivor is somewhat wary of him. she’s afraid that their friendship won’t be great for her already not-so-great reputation.

she has a weird relationship with the lost soul, once viewing him as an older brother. she avoids him now, knowing that she has information to prove his innocence, but not knowing how to use it.

[warofthenewage-rpg]

Name: Parker Morimoto

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Human

Affiliation: C.A.R.M.A

Rank: Field Agent

Powers/Abilities: Technorganic Physiology

Weaknesses: Vulnerable against technology manipulation, higher risk of electrocution or being deactivated, possibility of being hacked and being controlled by another person. User must also occasionally repair or replace parts as they break.

Faceclaim: Hayley Kiyoko

Biography: 

Parker was born just outside Kyoto, Japan, to Mako Morimoto and Jenny Patrick. The two had met at the Kyoto University, where Jenny was an exchange student, and had quickly fallen in love. After Parker was born, both her parents dropped out of school to raise her, but a year later, her mother left and moved back to the US. Still, her dad did his best to raise her on his own. Using the skills he’d learned in college, Mako was able to work as a freelance programmer. Even though it didn’t pay much, it was enough for the two of them to live off. As a kid, Parker was very close to her dad. They did almost everything together, from taking the train to school to sharing a bowl of ramen while Mako worked late. As she got older, things began to change. Although she couldn’t understand why, her father became more tense, more worried about her going out at night. More than once, she overheard the elders on her street whispering about people with impossible powers and unexplainable crimes. Parker’s father did his best to protect her from the rumors, but he couldn’t shield her forever.

When Parker was eight, a new yakuza group emerged from the outer reaches of Kyoto. They hit Parker’s neighborhood first, demanding payment for protection. Mako refused to pay, and threatened to call the police. The yakuza didn’t take kindly to the threat. One of them stepped forward, and as Parker watched, his hands ignited into flames. The next thing Parker knew, Mako was surrounded by fire. The yakuza made quick work of the rest of the house, and Parker just barely got out before it was completely engulfed. She ran from the house, terrified and alone. At first, she was tempted to go to the police, but rumors were spreading that the new, powered yakuza had already infiltrated the police. If Parker tried to get help, she would be risking her life. To her, it seemed she had no choice but to stay on the streets, where she could at least have a fighting chance.

Fortunately, Parker was a resourceful girl. Most of the time, she was able to swipe food for herself and set up small time scams to get money. These scams eventually caught the attention of a boss named Gomon-sama  who controlled the bay area of Kyoto. He offered her a job running numbers and collecting bets in exchange for money and a place to stay, both of which Parker gladly accepted. Although she proved to be a quick runner, Parker quickly found that she had an even more valuable gift; computers. Using what her father had taught her, Parker started navigating the web, learning everything she could about coding. Soon, she was able hack into almost anywhere.

As she got older, Parker become more independent- and more ambitious. By the time she was 13, she was hacking politicians, corporations, whatever she got paid for. She eventually split off from Gomon-sama, although she still worked with him from time to time. By then, metas had been fully exposed, and Kyoto seemed on the brink of war. More and more, Parker found herself hacking meta-based gangs, yakuza, and meta-supporters. In retaliation, many of her allies found themselves in the middle of turf wars or taken out completely. When Parker was 16, the conflict finally came to a head. The same yakuza that had come after her father, the Four Deaths, was now coming after her. Her apartment was raided, and her entire network was shut down.

With nowhere else to go, Parker fled to the US. After travelling the west coast, she eventually settled in Pansaw, where she started rebuilding her network. This time, she was even more ambitious with her targets. There was no one and nothing she wouldn’t hack for the right price. Parker also started taking more dangerous jobs- ones that took her into the real world. Using her skills, Parker was able to break into almost anywhere to steal or sabotage whatever her client needed. These jobs made her a target, and a valuable one at that. When she was 18, Parker’s activities finally caught up with her. She was on a seemingly small mission- break into a warehouse, grab some tech, and get out. Just as Parker reached her target, she was confronted by another thief going after the same target. The two fought, which quickly turned out to be a mistake. The thief was a meta who was determined to leave with both the tech and Parker herself, who would fetch a good price from any number of meta gangs. During the fight, the meta lost control of their powers and caused a massive explosion, with Parker right in the middle.

Afterward, in the hospital, Parker was told that by all means, she should’ve died. Legally, she actually had died twice, but she was revived by paramedics. In the end, the one thing that saved her was CARMA. They’d been keeping an eye on her, and when the moment arrived, they stepped in to help. Most of Parker’s organs had been badly damaged in the explosion, but CARMA’s latest tech was able to replace what she needed. When she woke up, they offered her even more; they could give her state of the art prosthetics, blended in seamlessly with what was left of her body. In exchange, Parker would use her skills for the government, as well as acting as an agent when needed. Parker accepted without hesitation, and began training with her new tech as soon as she was discharged. Finally, it seemed, she’d be in the perfect position to get the metas under control once and for all.

Personality:

+ Determined + Clever + Playful

– Manipulative – Amoral – Calculating

[adalentosecretsrp]

FULL NAME: Freya O’Cain

FACE CLAIM: Elizabeth Olsen

GENDER: Female ( she-her )

AGE: Twenty Four

BIRTHDAY: February 28, 1993

SPECIES: Human

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

TITLE: Slave

OCCUPATION: N/A

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

Positive: Strong ◇ Confident ◇ Passionate ◇ Adventurous ◇ Protective ◇ Resilient Negative: Trust issues ◇ Aggressive ◇ Sarcastic ◇ Stubborn ◇ Flawed ◇ Impulsive

BIOGRAPHY:

Ever since Freya was a little girl she knew that she wanted to travel the world, see everything that it had to offer. Though her parents didn’t seem too up for her just going off all willie-nillie and to strange places, her parents believed that being in one place would be much better; especially when your family was there around you. Freya loved her folks but they suffocated her too much as if the small town they lived in wasn’t doing that already. Living in the highlands had its perks of seeing new people every holiday but there was no way that she would be able to leave.

Things finally changed on her Twenty-first birthday her parents gave her the dream that she had been itching for, freedom in the envelope of Fifty thousand pounds. What she didn’t know is that they had been saving up for her ever since she had expressed that wish, though what she didn’t know was future events would stall that dream even longer. On a casual ride home from the market, their vehicle was struck un-expectantly by another vehicle; her parents were killed upon impact while Freya only sustained a couple broken bones. It took her months to recuperate and the trip was far from her mind till that envelope fell out when she began packing her parent’s things.

In a heartbeat Freya was on a flight heading to France, to live the dream that she had since she was a child and knew that her folks would want her to be doing this. Instead of taking planes to each place she back tracked on the back roads and the few trains that graced the country sides. The experience was much better than she ever expected and part of herself didn’t want it to end; why should it? That decision was made when she met a certain man.

Philip Markos. She had accidentally ran into him at a small café in Rome and she was instantly smitten by his dark gaze and his charming behavior. He was a part of a traveling band and were making their trek throughout Europe when he offered her a trip with them she couldn’t say no. The days were ones that she would remember forever and as each one went by she grew closer and closer to Philip till the hot gazes turned into fevered touches. For the first time, she could actually say that she had fallen in love. But like all things in her life, it quickly came to an end.

Freya had been sleeping in the bed that she had shared with Philip when rough hands grasped her and pulled her from the bed, holding onto her as she kicked and fought to get free. The men who grabbed her were unknown to her but then she saw Philip and thought she would be free but it was just the opposite. Seeing the money in his hand bells went off in her head and she knew exactly what he was; slave trafficker. Even though she knew her fate she never stopped fighting the men, even as they abused her body and tried to train her into the life style. Her spirit was strong and there was no way that she was going to let them break her, she even had managed to escape a few times but never was able to get away. Instead of toying with her they decided to shove her on a plane heading for Florida; to Adalento City. A place where they think would be the place to break her but she would continue to put up a fight, with creatures that haunt her nights; but she refused to let them break her.

Kinks: Light bondage, Teasing, Rough sex, Stripping, Spanking, Shower sex, Toys, Lingerie/costumes, Biting, Erotic torture, Oral [giving and receiving] Anti Kinks: Blindfolds, Scat/Bodily fluids/Blood, Child play, Water sport

[crossroadsrp-blog]

“I’m always here for my bestie.  Whether that means doing hair, makeup, or killing bad werewolves.”

Gemma Swanson (Code name: Serenity) || Human || 22 Years Old ||

FC: Zoella

Serenity is doing her best, considering she gave up a normal life in order to help her best friend save other people from bad werewolves.  However, she’s a bit different in her methods, in that she doesn’t believe that all werewolves are evil.  She had never known that werewolves existed before that fateful night where her best friends father was murdered, and it took a bit of convincing to make her friend stop and think before blindly charging off on a revenge killing.  Serenity’s weapon of choice is silver tipped arrows, which she learned how to use during her time in girl scouts and archery club as a little girl.

On her off days, she likes to hang around Solstice Beach and talk with the mermaids.  Usually about how they keep their hair so perfect despite the salt water.  However, she has a secret that she has never told her best friend, and she’s afraid of breaking the news to her.  Serenity has been diagnosed with Stage 2 aggressive cancer.  She has started rounds of chemo, and has started to lose her hair, but she still cannot find the words to let her best friend know what has happened.  Instead, she has decided to pursue “alternative” forms of medicine, including becoming more buddy buddy with the other supernaturals of Crossroads in order to convince one of them to help her.  No luck so far, but she hasn’t given up.

Character Connections:

Piper Henderson (Codename: Backbiter) (Open): Gemma’s Best Friend

Assets:

Annual Income: 10k

Currently in possession of 0 souls

[easthavenrp]

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE is a 20 year old SOPHOMORE at Easthaven University who is majoring in LAW. He is a HUMAN, and bears a striking resemblance to GRANT GUSTIN. Unfortunately, he is UNAVAILABLE.

“IT’S ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL IT’S NOT.”

Past

Sebastian was born in Paris, France, to Alexandre and Anna Smythe. Early on, he learned that he was excellent at pushing people away, even as a child. It began when his mother got sick, if he had to put an exact date to it. Sebastian was eight years old and he was immediately crushed by the news. He was far closer to her than he was to his father. It wasn’t fair. So he did the only thing he could think of: he began to push Anna away. He held back on telling her how much he loved her. He rejected her attempts to spend more time smothering him while she still could. Sebastian did everything in his power to distance himself from her so that when she left him, it maybe wouldn’t hurt as much. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. She passed away on his tenth birthday, his present from her being an ‘I love you, happy birthday’ message relayed by Alexandre, since Sebastian himself refused to visit her in the hospital in her last days. He never truly got over that, but he never really talked about it to anyone.

With Anna absent from the picture, there was nothing standing in the way of Alexandre — a well-known, no-nonsense attorney — teaching Sebastian exactly how he wanted him to be. Sebastian was still young enough to learn to act a certain way, and Alexandre had a very specific image of his own son in mind. In order to better himself, Sebastian couldn’t worry about others’ feelings. It was all about power, being nothing short of manipulative to get people to think a certain way. Sebastian was taught to hide his own emotions and be persuasive, charming, and sometimes even cold. It wasn’t going to get him friends, but it was going to get him to the top.

He lived by what his father taught him. He used to think about how his mother would react to all this—would she want to see Sebastian, her little Sebastian, act this way? But he quickly realized he was trying to live in a fantasy world, because she was gone. He had no choice but to believe that father knew best. Sebastian wanted to be strong and successful, and that was the way to do it. By the time he was thirteen, he was already being told that he would end up being an amazing lawyer like his father one day. Even if Sebastian was never entirely sure that that was what he wanted to be, he was pretty sure it was all that was in the cards for him. There was no other path available for him to take. Be the best, show no mercy, gain all the confidence in the world to take on the most difficult cases and sweet-talk his way to any victory. It was what he was born to do.

The relationship between Sebastian and his father was heavily strained after Alexandre’s job relocation to Ohio. Sebastian was already sixteen years old and halfway through high school; it was such a pain to have to transfer boarding schools across continents. He begged his father to just let him graduate in Paris, at least, but his request was consistently refused. Sebastian hated America instantly. He missed Paris, he missed his mom, and heespecially missed not having to constantly try to live up to his father’s standards. He was older now, Alexandre reminded him, and being in a new place this close to college meant it was time for Sebastian to get serious.

All of this was overwhelming and caused him to do quite the opposite. Instead of trying to straighten up and be serious, Sebastian started acting out. He talked back to teachers, constantly asserted his authority over the other students, and started sleeping around,always no strings attached — because all he knew how to do was push. There was no real rhyme or reason for his actions. He didn’t just want attention, and he didn’t want to hurt people (well, not much, anyway). He just wanted to feel like it wasn’t all for nothing. He didn’t let his father’s ideas take over for nothing. He didn’t give up on his mother for nothing. It all had to stand for something, and if that meant pushing everyone away on his incessant climb to the top, to feel validated and like he truly was the best, then so be it.

Sebastian was an absolute mess in his teens, that was for sure, and despite his father’s harsh reprimanding, nothing really changed until Sebastian went off to college. He realized real life wasn’t a game. Someday he’d have to actually start making some friends and building genuine relationships with people. Otherwise, he’d be getting nowhere fast. Still, he could never forget all his father taught him: it was all about control. He wasn’t about to completely change his ways just because of a change of scenery. Old habits die hard, after all.

Present

Finding Easthaven University was a relief. Sebastian couldn’t stand being in Ohio, but the school was highly acclaimed, and it was just what he needed to get some distance from his father and finally start studying law. Even away from Alexandre’s heavy-handed efforts to control him, though, Sebastian can’t forget the ideas he’s planted in his head: Be ruthless. Be a leader. Make them worship you. Sebastian still feels like he needs to be the best at everything he does. He continues to sleep around and avoid serious relationships, but having friends isn’t as difficult as it was when he was still learning how he was supposed to act.

He discovered a passion for performing when he was in high school, and it certainly wasn’t hard to take control of the all-male singing group when he got to college. His talent and charm made it all too easy to convince the others that he deserves to be in the spotlight. He’s majoring in law as it was drilled into his head from day one that he was going to end up being a successful lawyer like his father. He knows he has what it takes, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. He just wishes he hadn’t been forced into it, since it’s the one part of his life he seems to have no control over — and he hates not being in control.

Future

First and foremost, Sebastian expects to be the well-known lawyer everyone around him has always wanted him to become. He’ll have a set purpose in life. Hopefully, at that point, his father will get off his back as well. He doesn’t know exactly what it will be, but he expects to have some sort of tie to the arts; he’s too good at what he does not to continue doing it in the future. He has no clue what the future will bring in terms of relationships. He knows, realistically, that he can’t keep sleeping around forever. But he’s not ready to even begin thinking about anything more.

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE is currently being played by SARA, who is 19 and in EST.

[supernaturalsafehaven-blog]

FULL NAME: Amberlynn Elizabeth (nee Chase) Colt NICKNAMES: Amber (Basically everyone), Ber (Garrett and Ethan, Friends) FC: Emily Browning AGE: 35 DATE OF BIRTH: 03/08/1980 ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Heterosexual SPECIES: Human/Peacekeeper RELIGION: None POWER(S): None CURRENT LOCATION: Downtown, Haven

New Resident Legal Status:

NATIONALITY: American

HERITAGE: Irish and German

SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English, Spanish, Latin and French

EDUCATION: Bachelors in Criminal Justice

OCCUPATION: Peace Keeper (Cop)/ Owner and Manager of Haven Diner

New Resident Personality Facts:

SCARS:

Back of Left Shoulder

Palm of Right Hand

TATTOOS:

Charmed Protection Symbol- Hip

Water Color Rose (Beauty and the Beast) - Left Shoulder

THREE LIKES:

Roses

Old Cars

Motorcycles

THREE DISLIKES

Ignorance

Rude People

Abuse

THREE BAD HABITS:

Playing with her hair

Fiddling with her wedding ring

Chewing on her lips

TWO SECRET TALENT:

Working on Cars/Motorcycles

Throwing Knives

TWO HOBBIES:

Singing

Marksmanship

TWO FEARS

Losing her family

Snakes

FIVE POSITIVE TRAITS

Protective

Giving

Loving

Smart

Personable

FIVE NEGATIVE TRAITS:

Stubborn

Sarcastic

Doesn’t deal with negative emotions

Compulsive

Obsessive

New Resident Connections:

(All Characters Must Have At least 1 Type of Connection)

FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS:

PARENT NAMES:

Bethany Chase- Mother

Alec Chase- Father

SIBLING NAMES:

Parker Chase- Brother

Novis Chase- Brother

CHILDREN NAMES:

Lily Marie Colt- Daughter

ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS:

Ethan Colt- Husband

PLATONIC CONNECTIONS:

Garrett Colt- Brother-in-law, best friend

Keira Gotti- Friend

HOSTILE CONNECTIONS:

People threatening Haven’s safety or her family

PETS:

Remington- German Shepard

New Resident Background:

PERSONALITY

Often viewed as being far too much sass for such a small package, Amber is known for being one to speak her mind. However, she is generally very kind and protective of those around her. She tends to want to take care of anyone and everyone, no matter what species they are, so long as they are not causing any trouble. She can be a little hot headed when angry, and Amber isn’t the best when it comes to dealing with negative emotions, due to her habit of shoving everything bad down and covering it with a smile. Her family means everything to her, and she is a Mama Bear when it comes to her daughter and her daughter’s friends.

PAST:  

Amber was born to Alec and Bethany Chase, two of Haven’s Peace Keepers, in 1980 and the small town has always been her home. Growing up, Amber could often be found watching her father work on his guns or the car that he doted on, and it was easy to tell that one day she would follow in her parents’ footsteps as a Peace Keeper. When she was young, she met Ethan and Garrett Colt, the children of two other Peace Keepers, and became close to them instantly, one rarely being seen without the other two in tow.

As Amber got older, the friendship between her and Ethan took a romantic turn when Amber looked at him an realized that he was her soulmate, leading the two to begin dating and eventually marry not long after she turned 18. Not long after, Amber and Ethan had their daughter, Lily, and for 17 years, the three of them have been inseparable. Amber has always been one to keep a close eye on her daughter, often worried about Lily, due to her inheriting Amber’s mischievous streak.

She joined the Peace Keepers after graduating from the Academy and returned to it once Lily was old enough, opting to stay home with Lily while she was young. She is very dedicated to her position, wanting to keep Haven as peaceful as possible so that Lily, and the other children in the town, can grow up without having to worry.

[thequeendomhq]

THE PRINCESS ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Human FACTION. N/A OCCUPATION. Princess of Iskaldrik

Iskaran first born. Cunning enough to climb, sharp enough to rule. It didn’t matter that you knew the laws like the back of your hand, and it didn’t matter that you had the same hard disposition of your father. It’s been said that Iskarans are cut from the very stone they mine: stubborn, rigid, and unforgiving. You’d never sit on your ancestral throne because you were born a girl. One simple incident of birth and that meant you were destined to live on the wayside, to someday marry a Jarl’s son and birth his heirs. You could pick up a sword if you wanted to, maybe they’d even call you shieldmaiden, but your worth would never be measured by what you could do and would always be counted by what you could give. You were your father’s greatest pride, you could see it in how he praised you and favored you. Attended by your handmaidens - the daughters of nobles that were placed adjacent to you because under your delicate skin there was steel they might be able to absorb. You were to be sent far away, a polictical gambit with a husband you’d not meet until you arrived, but then suddenly your father fell ill. You and your brother had the huscarl’s ear, and as the man who was both your patron and jailor ranted and raved for the last three years from inside his room, you have begun to know what freedom and agency tastes like.

CONNECTS

THE HEIR: Sibling THE HAND: Interim King

NOTES

TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee Iskaran Royal: FC must be Turkish

this skeleton is currently taken.

[senatushq]

NAME. Akara Yilmaz AGE & BIRTH DATE. 29 & June 15th, 1993 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Human ( Lycan Enhanced ) OCCUPATION. Owner of The Library FACE CLAIM. Deniz Can Aktas

BIOGRAPHY

( tw: murder, death ) Life had grasped Akara by the scruff of his neck and told him to grow up. Quickly. When he was born, he came into the world screaming. Perhaps it was a sign of life to come. His mother had wept for fear that there was something wrong with him. Every day, his parents awoke to screaming. It had been a vile sound that they would hear and tire themselves out trying to stop. As he grew, it simmered. Fear left their bones and he was left to his own devices. There had never been any shortage of love though. His life was not sad or disappointing. His parents would give him the world whether it be emotional or materialistic. But that never stopped him from looking upon his parents with loving eyes that saw nothing but a fantasy. 

Akara wanted that for himself. He had always wanted a love like the one his parents had for each other and for him. No matter how difficult things got, he always knew they would be right there to hold him and tell him everything was okay. That was until they weren’t. He was only fifteen when he lost them. As a baby, he had screamed for hours on end, but that day, he was silent. There was nothing that could fill that void in his heart that was left when he heard the news. Tears had fallen from his eyes, but he could not make a sound for fear that it would make it real. This was not the fantasy that he had wanted for himself. It never would be. He had been sent off to live with his grandparents, but he could only think that their time was just as limited as it had been for his parents. Their lives had been snuffed out by a crash, but his grandparents had went quietly when he was only nineteen. And Akara was silent again. 

What more could he do other than submerge himself in the fantasy he had so desperately wanted for himself? All he had left were the keys to a library he had no idea what to do with. It had everything he could possibly conjure up in his head though. Every book he read, every story he told, it could make up for the empty space that was sitting in his chest. He always wanted so much more than what he was given. Settling for the fairytales in the books he read and the dreams he had when he fell asleep would never be enough. Akara wanted so much more and always had to settle for anything that was thrown his way. And all that seemed to be thrown his way were disappointment after disappointment. He found a home in men that wouldn’t give him an ounce of the dream he so desperately craved for himself. His knight in shining armor would never come and he had learned to deal with it. 

There had been one that had offered him more though. Akara hadn’t known what he was signing up for, but it had to be better than the mundane life that he had grown so unfortunately used to. When they brought him into that facility, he hadn’t known what to expect, but he could only look upon it with wonder in his eyes. There was also that feeling of change as if his life would become drastically different and he could finally get everything he wanted. All he had gotten in return though were sleepless nights and nightmares that wouldn’t go away. They had not told him anything of what they had done, but he had went home different. And he hadn’t known how different until it was too late. 

The sleepless nights only continued from there. Then there would be the strange occurrences that he couldn’t explain as anything other than something right out of the supernatural books he had read his entire life. Teeth that sharpened and fur on his face were just a couple of the things that had changed for him and he had no idea what to do with it. But he did have to admit that it certainly changed his life. Whether it was in a good or bad way had yet to be determined. 

PERSONALITY

+ independent, benevolent, plucky – gullible, absent-minded, lonely

PLAYED BY KENYER. EST. She/Her.

[luckysprings]

THE TRAITOR...IS KENNEDY FLETCHER!

age range: 26

species: human/hunter

while they were raised with the hunter life...they are incredibly disinterested in everything about it. they don’t share views with their family, and grow more and more sick of trying to pretend that they do. they’ve more recently begun to suspect that their latest significant other is a werewolf, and are continuing to look for proof that this is true. if it is, they will be a traitor to their family of hunters.

CONNECTIONS...

the goofball is their significant other. both are keeping the secret of who they really are, but are fairly happy together aside from this.

the badass is their mentor, the only person they can begin to stand in the hunter crowd. they are the reason the traitor continues to stick around.

affiliated with all lucky hunters!

[warofthenewage-rpg]

Name: Riley Badekker

Age: 36

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Species: Human

Affiliation: C.A.R.M.A

Rank: Research & Development

Faceclaim: Blake Lively

Biography:

Riley Filippa Badekker (nee Kjaer) was born to a Danish diplomat, Luna Kjaer, and a Swedish baker, Emil Jessen. Her parents were never on good terms, so although she was named after her father’s father, Riley only has memories of Emil from before she was 9 years old. She was born in Berlin, Germany, where her mother was working at the time, and spent most of her child traveling with Luna. Her mother insisted upon the best international schools, private teachers, and hands-on experience to teach Riley all about the world; by the time she was 14, she had lived in Germany, England, Spain, Mexico, France, Denmark, and Switzerland. Then, once she was old enough, she was sent to the same prestigious British boarding school her mother had attended.

From a young age, her mother had instilled a love of learning and an insatiable curiosity in Riley that blossomed into big dreams as she grew up. She wanted to be an activist, a lawyer, a leader; speak for people who couldn’t speak for themselves. In 2024, Riley attended Northeastern University in Boston for their prized co-op program, offering her a chance to travel the world working with all kinds of agencies promoting human rights, world justice, and fixing any issue she could get her hands on. Her senior year she got a job right out of school in Berlin, and suddenly she felt her life had come full-circle.

Riley was doing the same type of work her mother had loved, fighting injustice and making the world a better place. She was doing work that she loved, but she wasn’t well-liked at work. Even her colleagues felt she was making their jobs harder with her determination to help everyone. Riley was never a person who understood sacrifice. As a result, she was a little lonely. On New Year’s Eve of 2032, she went out, met a guy at a bar, and was never lonely again.

Riley and Karl Badekker were inseparable from that day forward. Karl was heir to a German modern-technology fortune but had aspirations far beyond that. Aspirations Riley believed they could achieve together. By 2034, they were happily married and merely catching a connecting flight in the US when their lives changed in a matter of seconds. It was the first Meta attack in the US that inspired panic among the public, and Riley would forever understand. Her husband was killed right next to her by the uncontrollable power of a Metahuman, and she was powerless to stop it.

She lost her husband in a matter of seconds and spent the next two years trying to escape her sorrow, fear, and loss. She moved back to Denmark with her mother, but when the Meta accidents only grew more frequent, she knew she had to join the cause. She called C.A.R.M.A up and offered to start a branch in Europe, and evidently, her reputation and her convincing speech were enough to impress someone in charge. Riley was part of the introduction of C.A.R.M.A to Germany, a place she called home. She built the base into something she was proud of and felt she was doing good, doing the world a favor even if some people disagreed with her. That was just part of the job, as always. In 2040, Riley heard about some of the research being done in Pansaw and couldn’t stand being so far from it. She transferred almost immediately and left behind a whole world to advance C.A.R.M.A’s progress from the center of the action.

Personality:

+ Intelligent + Confident + Passionate

– Demanding – Perfectionist – Aloof

[secretsofnightworldrpg-blog]

“Be soft. Don’t let the world make you hard. Don’t let the pain make you hate. Don’t let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree you still believe it a beautiful place.”

Introduction;

Name: Lucy Greene Age: 166 (appears 27) Species: Human (cursed) Identifies: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual FC: Caity Lotz Relationships: Matthew Greene (brother) Soulmate: Unknown

Past;

The youngest of five no one had much time for Lucy. No one except her eldest brother Matthew, who was good enough to spend endless hours devoted to her amusement. She loved him just as much and spent many hours watching him and their grandfather work in the workshop. When Matt decided to go off to war Lucy was the only member of their family who supported him. She promised to wait for him to come home. And wait she did, For six years Lucy waited. But at the age of eighteen, and facing a distasteful arranged marriage, she left home to find her big brother. Slowly Lucy made her way south. She asked soldiers she met about Matthew Greene, but found nothing. Not even a whisper of him. Her quest was nearly cut short by a bout of influenza that nearly killed her. Nearly because her doctor, a witch, cast a spell on her that ensured she wouldn’t die until she found Matthew. As the years past her hopes of finding her brother faded. Still she scoured graveyards and towns. She found nothing. Determined to do something good with her long life Lucy became a teacher. She had a tendency to get herself into trouble by disagreeing with the textbook. As a result she moved around often. Yet no where she went did she find her brother. Her only connection to Circle Daybreak is tenuous. Having lived so long she knew when she saw history in the making. Lucy listened and learned about the rebels, hoping some day to write a book. She does have a particular frustration with the lack of historical records for Night World.

Present;

Lucy no longer remembers Circle Daybreak, but she hears whispers. She still hopes to some day compile a history of Night World, the first in existence. At the local university Lucy teaches several US history courses and is known both for her wonderful advice and her tendency to disagree with the textbook. Part of her still believes that her brother is alive somewhere in the world.

Personality;

Despite her quick tongue Lucy is a kind soul. The long years had granted her some insight into the suffering of humanity. In many ways the opposite of her brother she is talkative and bubbly. Still they share a certain determination to see justice. Lucy has never been one to stand by and witness cruelty. Despite her generally sunny disposition her temper burns bright although not for every long. She’s been called a airhead, even though she is rather book smart, but she does have a tendency to lose track of conversations while trying to hold too many things in her head at once.

Lucy Greene is currently CLOSED;

[atworldsend-demonapocalypse-blog]

Character Name: Rachel Sloane

Face Claim: Katie Findlay

Species: Human

Age/Mortality: 19

Quote/Song Lyric: “Vile romance, turned dreams into an empire. Self-made success now she rolls with Rockefellers..“

Character Connections:

Jesse Hauptman: Best Friend. Jesse’s the only normal person she knows, and her favorite thing is to listen to her talk about her problems from school.

Stefan Uccello: Her master: Rachel is extremely loyal, and would do anything for him. She tries to protect him as much as he does her.

Character Personality:

Rachel can be an incredibly difficult person when she wants to. Unfortunately she wants to 85% of the time. She likes the attention that Stefan gives her as his sheep, and resents when he pushes her way for Marsilia. She didn’t get much of it before, and when Stefan gets distant she’s worried he’s going to drop her somewhere and leave. Rachel tries to make up for her neediness with loyalty and her own overwhelming concern for him. She always willing to give more blood than she needs to to try and make up for saving her.

Character History:

At age 12, Rachel was on the streets of Seattle. Stuck moving from shelter to shelter with her parents for 5 months, it was February when she was left there. Both her mom and dad said they were going to look for jobs, but they never came back for her. The shelter kept her for another week before calling in child services. When she overheard the phone call Rachel left, and went out looking on her own for her mom and dad. All she found was the bitter cold and snow. Stuck in an alley, Rachel curled up and tried to take it. It was then that a figure found her. Adding a peacoat on top of her puffy pink jacket, the young man scooped her up and carried her to safety. Stefan had found her when she needed him most and she hasn’t forgotten that. Since then Rachel has stayed with Stefan as his sheep.

Character Present:

A few years back Rachel and Stefan moved to New York along with Marsilia and the rest of her Seethe. After a few months of sightseeing and just generally touring around Rachel found herself utterly bored and anxious about being in a big city for the first time since Stefan had saved her. This led her to find a job at Spagnoli’s, a crappy hole in the wall Italian place 2 blocks away from her and Stefan’s penthouse.

The job, while a wonderful inspiration of vampire jokes, quite plainly sucks. However since Jesse had started working she found herself putting off quitting a few more weeks. She likes having a girl her age to talk to who is out of the supernatural world.

[crossroadsrp-blog]

“I’m Backbiter, the werewolf slayer”

Piper Henderson (Code name: Backbiter) || Human || 22 Years Old ||

FC: Crystal Reed

Piper has a chip on her shoulder a mile wide, and if it wasn’t for her best friend grounding her, she might have went crazy long ago.  Piper’s father was the famous werewolf slayer, Kyle Henderson (Code name: Mohawk), and he made his living for years as a killer for hire, ridding the mundane world of werewolves and their packs.  As he got older though, he decided to settle down to normal life with his remaining limbs.  During one of his last assignments, he saved a human baby girl from a particularly vicious pack who had planned to eat her and raised her as his own.  

The years past uneventful, but it was apparent that Mohawk had made hard enemies that had not forgotten what he had done to their loved ones.  Using connections with the mundane police and FBI, the Alpha of The Fur Traders, the biggest pack that spanned the northeast of the United States, found his real name and address and came for them both.  During the night, the Alpha attacked.

Piper happened to have her best friend spending the night, and they were both resting peacefully when the fight started.  Piper ran downstairs only to see her father being viciously torn apart by the man-beast.  Piper, being only 18 years old, knew exactly what was going on.  Her father had never kept the past from her, and she ran back upstairs to her room to protect her friend.  Grabbing a silver sword from under her bed, she was able to kill the Alpha without sustaining a bite.  Just a broken leg and a few bruises.

Now that she was alone, she swore revenge on the pack that finally killed her father.  Now her and her best friend are in Crossroads, with Piper ready to kill any werewolf that gets in her way, whether they’re evil or not.

Character Connections:

Gemma Swanson (Codename: Serenity) (Taken): Pipers Best Friend

Assets:

Annual Income: 10k

Currently in possession of 2 souls

[tw-anomaly-blog]

❝Darling don't be so shy, I'll see you at midnight.❞

His name is Rowan D'Luka. He likes to be called Ro. He’s 17 years old and is a Senior this year at Beacon Hills High School. He’s a Mage, but he’s hiding it and has a knack for the element Earth. He is portrayed by Mitch Hewer. He is currently taken and War has woken him up.

→ sometimes it's impossible to forget our pasts.

Rowan D'Luka was born in Salem, Massachusetts. Stereotypical, but it happened. He wasn’t meant to be born there, but his parents were stuck in a sixties mentality of free love and traveling in an RV. They had been passing through for a festival when his mother went into labor. A few hours later, little Rowan came into the world, kicking and screaming. Not much changed in the following years for the D'Luka family. They traveled around the US, never staying in one place too long, but this time, they had another pair of eyes to show the freedom of the open road. Rowan, as an only child, felt lonely a lot, and would watch kids play as they drove through a town. It never really interested him, choosing instead to stay in the RV and read, or help trim plants that his mother grew. Their way of life was peaceful, and free… Which usually didn’t sit well with the townsfolk. A lot of places drove them out, but Ro didn’t mind. His parents forever told him stories of his family, how the mages were once revered but now they had to live in secret. When he’d ask why, they simply  shake their heads and say that the world digressed. It wasn’t the same anymore. He couldn't wait to be old enough to practice magick, and to be a mage just like his parents. But, when he turned sixteen and was in the middle of trying to learn how to handle fire, things went horribly wrong. The fire he had been working with became wild and out of control. It burned the RV down, and only he survived. His grandmother had a house in Beacon Hills, offering Rowan a place to live. He accepted easily enough, and was on a flight to California. It was strange, waking up in the same spot the first few weeks but he acclimated fine. His grandmother let him miss school for the first year, knowing he had been home schooled and was still mourning, but when senior year came, Rowan volunteered to enroll in Beacon Hills High, thinking it may be a good experience for him.

→ but it's the present we really need to worry about.

As Rowan entered the new school, he stayed to himself. Having developed an intense fear of fire, he avoided a welcome seniors bonfire. Getting through classes and trying not to let anyone notice him. A few people were nice and led him to where he needed to go, but other than that, interaction was pleasantly and thankfully minimal. He liked the atmosphere, the fresh start it gave him. No one knew him here. No one knew what he did to his parents, and no one knew what he as. He could hide here.

→ there's always the question: who are you?

» [+] Halcyon. {Adj. Calm, Peaceful, Tranquil}. Rowan is often very calm and collected, or at least appears to be, despite sometimes being anxious on the inside. » [+] Clever {Adj, Mentally bright, intelligent}: Rowan grew up with a constant thirst for Knowledge, being a Virgo, it was natural to him. He read books of all kinds, and absorbed as much as he could. » [-] Cagey {Adj. Cautious, Wary.}: He’s very secretive, not wanting people to know too much about him. While not a liar, he will leave out bits of truth now and again. » [-] Stubborn {Adj. Unmoving, resolute}: Once he has made up his mid, there is no stopping Rowan, even if he has to plow through a friend to do it. 

→ the bonds we tie...

» Rowan doesn’t have any connections with anyone at present. 

✗ MAIN RP ✗ MESSAGE ✗ RULES ✗ BESTIARY ✗ ROLES ✗ APP COUNT ✗