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Levi Collins

Human | Neutral | Slave | Meranosa

5'7 / 170cm | 19

“And you thought that you were the boss tonight But I can put up one good fight”

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levi was raised right by two loving, and skilled hunters, well - until he was ten years old. one night his parents were gruesomely murdered ( and drained of their blood ) right before his very eyes. leaving the young hunter to be an orphan. alone, afraid, and overall a wreck. the coming years were rough, they were the hardest time he thought he’d ever experience in his young life. an only child, he had to fend for himself and live alone. his childhood home remained in tact and over all a sanctuary for the young human until he reached the age of nineteen.

though sometime when he was around thirteen he got the courage to avenge his parents, he hunted the vampires that ended his parents lives and didn’t stop there. he hated vampires with a burning passion, with every fiber in his being he wanted them to rot and suffer for all eternity. he continued hunting until he was nineteen - where his hunting career was cut short when he was snatched up and shackled. enslaved, and told that he could no longer be a threat to society. at that point, levi had nearly 100 kills under his belt. he didn’t feel bad - no, he’d never. he was protecting himself and other humans from these blood sucking monsters and that’s what he’d always make himself believe to justify killing.

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Aaron Mara

Merman-Vampire | Neutral | Informant | Meranosa

5'8 ft / 173cm | 30

“We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.” —Anna Freud

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On one of Aaron’s few trade barges entering Meranosa after making a supply run outside the mist, one of his crewmates began a whisper about a Vampire uprising. They’re plotting something, I tells ya! Dark skies are surely ahead! Of course, the rest of the crew bellowed out jovial laugh after laugh. The man was regarded as a bit of a conspiracy theorist. Anyone with sense knew that Vampires couldn’t penetrate the mist; they simply couldn’t.

That memory was all Aaron’s mind could linger on as he watched his hometown be torn to shreds by vampires. Screams. Flames. Fights. Death. When they kicked down his door, tearing through his home violently, threatening him with his very life, Aaron didn’t make a peep. He stood, stared, and was caught like a deer in headlights. And he remained in that state for the months to come.

Aaron hardly made a sound while he was in the vampires’ care. The man who once sang sea shanties high above the morning mist now sat in silence, fondled and fed from every night. He was no longer a man, this was evident; he was a pet. It didn’t take long for a vampire to take to the now soft-spoken boy. He asked if Aaron would be obedient; he said nothing. He asked if Aaron loved him; he said nothing. He asked if Aaron wanted to be turned, to join him in eternal life; Aaron said nothing.

The newly born vampire followed his sire as diligently as he did when he was his slave. Aaron was an empty husk of a man, and that’s exactly what his sire loved most about him. Energetically his sire would speak of their future triumph in the war, how they’d be dining on faerie’s blood every night for the rest of their immortal lives. All the while Aaron listened, maybe even gave him a soft smile or two.

And one day, Aaron’s sire didn’t come back. The poor fledgling felt it in his cold, dead heart: that ever-present essence gone. For the first time since Meranosa was taken, Aaron let his voice sing true: a siren’s wail, an agonized cry, a broken man torn apart inside and out. A husk of the lively creature he once was. Aaron felt again, yes, but what he felt was all the buried agony his life had to offer. And his soft heart sharpened into jagged edges, his quick mind now malicious, and his motivations murkier than ever.

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Cadeyrn Harper

Seelie Faerie | Avalon | Soldier | Queen's Domain

5'8 ft / 173 cm | 40 (19)

“Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.”

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Cadeyrn was born and raised in the city to a fairly wealthy, large family of faes. Being the youngest of four brothers, he remained with his parents as the rest of his siblings either moved to another part of the city or went off to explore the world beyond Avalon. Cade was taught to fight from a young age, his parents knowing that if anything were to happen, he and his brothers would all be required to fight. It was precautionary, but in the long run, it was most likely the right thing to do. When the war broke out, things didn’t exactly go well for Cadeyrn and his family; his parents were killed, his brothers taken by the Vampires that had started to take over parts of Avalon, and Cade was rescued by his own kind just before it ended up being too late for him too. He was taken and kept safe inside the Queen’s Domain, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t desperate to get out and get revenge on the vampires that had slaughtered his parents and took his brothers. He swore he’d do it eventually, even if it meant getting killed or captured himself.

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Alexander Bianchi

Faerie-Vampire | Vampire Order | Informant | Meranosa

6'1 / 186cm | 20 years old

“Love, the deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.”

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When Alex had grown up he was a disappointment from the day he was born. His father had never wanted him to begin with but when his mother died in childbirth he became a constant reminder of her death. After hearing from his father so many times that he had caused her death Alex began to believe it assuming he was the cause for his father’s hatred of him. That was of course when his father actually spoke to him. Growing up in a very rich household Alex was raised by a mixture of nannies and a few of his stepmothers that mistakenly thought getting close to him would help them win over his father. The first time he could remember seeing his father was when he was about five and the memory alone was painful enough to last. He had known in that moment his father didn’t love him. Nothing he could do would change that but that didn’t stop him from trying. Alex just wanted someone to love him. As he grew older though Alex finally had someone who held a bit of affection towards him. He wasn’t quite ready to call it love or call him a boyfriend but it was someone who finally gave him some attention and showed him the slightest bit of affection. That was of course until he realized exactly who this man was. A vampire. The vampire that would make him unsafe in every part of their world. That would make him an abomination. His sire changed him from a sweet little fae to a vampire with a craving for blood. He hadn’t known that the vampires had invaded their home until that night but after that point his life hadn’t been the same. Freshly changed with an elite vampire as his sire Alex doesn’t know what the rest of his life holds for him.

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Aris Maerith

High Fae | Avalon | General | Queen’s Domain

6′2 / 189cm | 1050 (35)

“Hunger for me, get addicted to me. I will be both venom and antidote, your poison and your only cure.” -The Immortal Highlander

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Famous (or infamous, depending on how you saw it) for their uncanny ability at using Shadows as weapons, the ancient Maerith family had always been regarded as one of the most influential families among the Unseelies and Aris was born knowing that his destiny was one of greatness. The blond High Fae was gifted with great beauty, strength and the innate skill to poison minds and bodies both with his Magic and his silver tongue that usually managed to get him wherever he wanted to go; people seemed to always overlook the cold soul he hid beneath his attractive appearance and he made the most out of it whenever he got the chance.

Aris joined the army at a young age, vowing his very soul to protect the Queen and their kind but wanting nothing else but to amass even more power. Protecting the Fae served the purpose of helping him satisfy that need for mayhem and destruction that he felt, channeling it into harming the enemies of their homes, but it also let him gain the recognition that he would not get only for carrying the legacy of his family and so he remained unwaveringly loyal to their cause as a way to keep furthering his own interests.

At first a gifted assassin because of his outstanding prowess with Poisonous Magic, Aris soon proved himself to be a valuable tactician, able to use his ruthless nature and perceptiveness to quickly earn promotions in their army until he could stay eye-to-eye with the highest ranked members of their kind. It was only when an all-out war with the Vampires exploded that Aris reached the Zenith of his career with their forces, succeeding in standing second in rank only to the Queen herself in their fight against the leeches and he uses every ounce of talent he has to unleash pandemonium into the enemy army. The enemies that fall prey to his forces are subject to the cold-blooded despair of his prowess with torture because Aris would do anything in his power to ensure that only they stood victorious after their carnage.

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Nazaire Chivers

Vampire | Vampire Order | Informant | Morta Canyon

6′1 / 186cm | 45 (28)

“I’ve been to hell. You’ve only read about it.”

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Nazaire Chivers was born into a world of excess. With a snap of his fingers, he could have whatever he wanted. Toys. Food. New friends. His father’s wealth afforded him the luxury of not having to use words like please and thank you. He was the epitome of the word brat. Expectations became reality and as his standards grew to unachievable levels, his acceptance of no and impossibility ceased to exist. Born in Marrakesh in the early seventies – Nazaire was the second and last child to be welcomed into the Chivers household. Two beautiful boys with their father’s blue eyes and their mother’s awe-inspiring beauty. Life was made easy for Nazaire and his older brother because of their family’s status. Their wants came easily and quickly to them. Their father’s fortune grew and many whispered that the man had the Midas touch, what was unknown to many – The patriarch of the Chivers family had easily given the only thing of value he had to offer in order to achieve his success, his morals and in many cases what could simply be considered his soul.

Nazaire and his brother saw a successful businessman who continuously made key investments and enjoyed the fruit of his sound decisions, what they didn’t see was a man tainted by his lust for material things. That lust became insatiable in both Nazaire and his brother. Surrounded by excessive desires and the constant commissions of sin, Nazaire was thirteen the first time dark desires tainted his soul. Simple indulgence was what some would call it but his father recognized the birth of darkness in his son and soon realized that Nazaire’s path had been forged the day he made his deal. Unaware, Nazaire followed in his father’s footsteps, learning the business, developing his own acumen for handling unwilling partners and difficult investors. Piercing blue eyes and a disarming smile were often the weapons that preceded the bare hands and knuckles that rained pain and misery on those who dared to disagree or cross his father and family. He was gifted in causing pain and incapable of reeling his anger and wrath in once it began. He was the same in pleasure. Giving his whole self - body, and soul over to whatever craving consumed him at the moment. It began in his teen years with the many vices he saw cultivated within his father’s businesses. Indiscretions were their livelihood but it was also the rules they lived by within their family.

Lust and desire eventually destroyed their father, but it had a different path for Nazaire. At 28, he was his father’s heir. But death, not in the traditional sense at least, would be his birthright. New lovers came in and out of Nazaire’s life and bed but there was one who would be deemed unforgettable for the entirety of the young Chivers existence. One night and the young man’s life was changed. A kiss turned and violent and soon Nazaire felt his life and energy being ripped from his body. Whatever the reason - jealousy or the curse of immortality spent alone without the benefit of his family’s wealth, Nazaire survived the attack, however, his life was forever changed.  The turn was excruciating but it was the realization that he was alone and his family, friends, nor playthings could be a part of the new existence he’d been cursed to experience.

Eighteen years he wandered - feeding and yielding to the destructive nature created by his new appetite. At least that’s what he blamed, appetite and thirst. Not his growing loneliness or anger. The human world was no longer his home. Finding himself in a land called Avalon. Nazaire aligned himself with those much like him – Separated from family. Cursed. to thirst for blood. Hungry for the control that came with the natural power he possessed. His alliance went quickly and easily to Lazarus and that’s where it has remained for the time that he’s made Avalon home.

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Kace Solomon Van Der Janssen

Witch | Vampire Order | Slave | Meranosa

6'0 / 183cm | 26 (26)

"Revenge is a dish best served cold."

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It never once occurred to The Van Der Janssen Family that their greatest threat would come at the hands of The High Queen, once a trusted friend in the eyes of the matriarch, Solomon wasn’t ever fond of The High Queen, didn’t trust her and for good reason, the only one she thought of was herself, something his wife wouldn’t or couldn’t admit to. It all came full circle, after Solomon was bitten and transformed into a vampire, something he didn’t want to be, and because of his desire to revert back to his former self, a witch. Out of love, Elmira ventured for the cure, kept close to The High Queen herself. By ways of seduction, the guards granted her access to steal an adequate amount of the cure. Unfortunately, her husband wasn’t able to cure himself with it before she was caught in her attempt. Another guard that wasn’t easily influenced by her beauty and promiscuity led her to The High Queen, where she had to face the consequences of her crime. A public execution was orchestrated by The High Queen of Elmira, an act that not only her affectionate husband had to endure, but also her impressionable teenage son watched occur from afar. Just like that, his hatred for vampires diminished and his hatred for The High Queen accumulated. He vowed to avenge the demise of his mother, even though his father thought of it to be a foolish decision on his son, he didn’t stand in his way. When he became of appropriate age, Kace infiltrated The Vampire Order under the guise of a slave, just another in the army of The Vampire Lord, that’s what so many thought. The Van Der Janssen boy have an ulterior motive, a hidden agenda and amassing the help of the vampires was the first step in executing his plan of action against the creature that took away his life at fourteen.

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Ruaidhri

Vampire | Vampire Order | Slave | Queen's Domain

6'2 / 188cm | Age Unknown (40)

“All monsters must die except the beautiful ones.”

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Ruaidhrí’s beginnings was full of questions that only lore could suffice as answers. Some say he was the first ever recorded Vampire while many believe that he was one of the originals that have walked the Earth. But one thing was for certain, the creature skulked in the shadows of the dark nights, his crimson eyes eliciting fear to anyone who came across them as it was a known evil omen across the land. “When eyes the color of the devil deem you his prey, the creature of the night would reveal it’s tempting form only to present you with a bloody death.” Being feared was all Ruaidhri knew his entire life. However, through time, that fear became twisted and turned into some sort of respect forced out of people. He became untouchable. He was the epitome of power. And things may have appeared to turn for the better in his life. The master thought he was able to feel genuine happiness as he made the discovery of a long lost son, and might have deluded himself that he found himself a family. Which became his weakness. Soon the powerful Vampire Lord got captured by the opposing side. Kept as a prisoner. Tortured. Used. Everything the vampires did to the slaves, things he has done to other people. However, he kept a strong will, keeping quiet about any personal affairs. Now, three years has passed, and he is still kept as a slave in the Queen’s Domain, unsure what’s happening around him. What’s real or fake. Or if there is a future for him.

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DECEASED

Sterling Harper

Werewolf (Bitten Fae) | Neutral | Slave | Blackbriar Marsh

6'0 / 184cm | 30 (23)

“I can feel your breath. I can feel my death. I want to know you. I want to see. I want to say hello.”

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Sterling Harper did not grow up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was born an only child to high school sweethearts, Rachel and Dylan, or at least that is what he was told to tell others. The truth was that Rachel and Dylan were a pair of young elves who had run away together, seeking a new life outside of the forest they had inhabited for so many years, their young son accompanying them.

One weekend, years later, Dylan went away on business and never came back. Through quiet conversations, Rachel was able to find out that her husband had been taken hostage by vampire and was believed to be dead. Now it was just Rachel and Sterling. The two moved out of Seattle, quietly slipping away one day to a new home in upstate New York. Rachel taught Sterling to keep his head down, not to get too close to others for fear of being found out and being taken captive just like his father.

As he entered young adulthood, Sterling began spiraling downward, getting into a bad scene with some new ‘friends’ and spent most of his nights in a blacked out state. He would do things and wouldn’t remember them, only going off of what his friends told him. Rachel would chastise him, reminding him of the dangers of the world around them. Her one solace, was that he didn’t have wings, didn’t have the tattoos that would have been a dead-giveaway of his true nature. Instead, Sterling inked his body with his own tattoos, finding it to be almost as therapeutic as drinking.

His world was about to change once more, however, when he was out with friends one night and had stumbled out, wandering away and out of the lights of the city. He wasn’t sure how far he had wandered when he was attacked by an animal, a wolf. He woke up some hours later, blinking at the harsh lights of the hospital room blinding him. He had been found and brought to the hospital, the nurse told him, after he had been attacked. He was told he had been lucky to survive such a vicious animal attack. It wasn’t until the next full moon, healed and back to his old life, that Sterling discovered just what sort of animal had attacked him.

Terrified, Sterling ran away from everything he knew, ran away from Rachel. He tried to come to terms with who, or what he was, but it was difficult. He found a pack, gained information, but never truly felt like he fit. After a few years he left, trying to find his place in this new world of his. He wasn’t sure how long he had been traveling, he never really had a set destination in mind, he sought passage on a small boat but was warned about legends of mist and watery graves. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he took his chances, setting out on his own. He could have sworn his mother was there with him, guiding him and he made it through the mist, moving even as he reached the shore until he stumbled into a marsh that reminded him of a dream. He hadn’t realized it until that moment but he had been heading home all alone, back to Avalon.

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Gage Moore

Vampire | Vampire Order | Fighter | Meranosa

5′10 / 152.4cm | 38 (32) years old

“I can’t drown my demons, they know how to swim.” -Bring Me the Horizon

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Being born a rich kid in came with a certain layout of expectations. Gage’s life was a written plan from day one, his parents placing him in the best schools and laying on constant pressure for him to become something as successful as them. That being said, they were never present, and so Gage’s life became absent of affection. Practically raised by his in-home nanny, Gage felt detached and more like a product than a person, and so grew up to be bitter, resentful, and extremely rebellious. It began as a few scattered arguments which escalated as Gage entered his teenage years. Confrontations nearly involved the police–Gage’s parents slowly losing control and finally calling it a loss when their son ended up with a DUI at the age of sixteen. Shortly after, Gage quit school and left home. His life became fast cars, late night parties, and booze. Having cut himself off completely from his family, Gage focused on trying to fill some void in his life. His money came from consistent races, Gage finding he had a knack for working on vehicles and deemed it his adrenaline fueled passion. He was good; winning most races easily enough while avoiding law enforcement, but his fame came with a lack for real friends and so the void remained. Gage numbed his moments of loneliness in clubs, drinking until his night became a blur. It was one of these nights that he met the fangs of a vampire in a drunken stupor, and perhaps it was pity or amusement that had Gage being turned rather than killed, but when he woke his life was forever changed. Confused and afraid, Gage immediately began struggling with his new life. His thirst was uncontrollable, and after accidentally taking the life of his first victim, he left town and put everything behind him. It was three months of travel before he found a group of vampires who accepted him, and there he remained for over a year to learn better control and come to terms with what he had become. It was a hard road, and the appearance of hunters gave Gage a new fear besides his own internal demons. Witnessing the killing of the small group he’d come to call family, Gage escaped and sought out a new haven, carrying with him the bitterness of all he’d lost. He was beginning to wonder if it was worth containing his instincts, and deciding he wanted to become more of a predator rather than prey, Gage found himself allianced with a group of vampires led by one called Lazarus. He was promised safety, training, and a new life. Holding this dear, he followed Lazarus willingly for several years, finally joining his fighting force as they moved from the human world to Avalon.

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Dantri Arden

Seelie Fae | Avalon | Medic | Queen's Domain

6'0 / 183cm | 80 (37) years old

"All emotion is involuntary when genuine." —Mark Twain

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There was very little peace in Dantri's life, truly. Born to Henrik, a man forever exiled and banished from Avalon, and to a mother who lost her life in childbirth, he never knew his true home. He stayed always on the move with his father, until they finally settled in the far northern reaches of Norway, hoping to attract as little attention to themselves as possible, for fae outside of Avalon are always ripe for the picking.

Still, their attempts to hide away proved fruitless in the end—Dantri was targeted for slavery when he was seventy-four, and would have been taken then and there if Henrik hadn't intervened. After killing the two hunters who had attempted to take his son, Henrik started a violent campaign to wipe out all the vampires in the area; it ended about as poorly as one would expect. Both of them were captured alive in their final, failed battle, and were forcibly split up from there, never knowing what happened to the other.

Dantri remained a slave for six years, servicing his masters with his blood and his body. Eventually, he even grew to enjoy the abuse he received, to enjoy the feeling of being completely below another. It was at the height of this development that he was finally rescued, whisked away by another faerie he'd met in his time as a slave. He was then adopted into his family, and for a good two years all was well, save for the troublesome nature of coping with such trauma.

Now, vampires are returning to his life in the worst possible way. With the risk of being taken as a slave again Dantri now has to decide if fighting back is truly worth it—if it's even possible in the first place—or if it's time to prostrate himself again, time to beg for forgiveness for his disobedience.

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Avery Arden

High Fae | Avalon | General | Queen's Domain

6'0 / 183cm | 172 (35) years old

"Before I die alone, let me have vengeance." —Zack Hemsey

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Avery was born in the great forest that his people called Everwood. It was a beautiful city of faeries, hidden deep within the trees where very few dared to enter, and his family was well endowed—lavished with wealth and boasting a blood line that ran pure. Avery’s youth was spent in happiness—living a carefree life among his own kind and occasionally partaking in the business that his parents did outside of the forest. He learned of the other species through those experiences—saw the lives they led as well—and found he was always interested in humans in particular. Unfortunately, faeries were far more interesting in the eyes of some than humans were. During one of his trips outside of the forest, Avery found himself kidnapped by vampires. War and bloodshed were already running rampant through the world, and in the effort to save him, Avery’s parents were killed. He was whisked away from his happy life and forced into a life of servitude, being sold to his first vampire master and expected to follow every order given to him. Naturally, Avery chose to fight. His first handful of years were spent in rebellion—often trying to find a means of escape, or struggling when he was so much as touched. The end result was punishment, and his back is now heavily scarred from lashings he received for his disobedience. Avery slowly began to withdraw and present a new face to his captors. He turned it into a game of deception—and one he grew very good at very quickly. The faerie acted how the vampires wished him to, becoming a flirtatious pet with a smile that could very quickly allow him to get his way. His worth rose, making him desired by potential buyers, and so he stuck it out through many exchanges until he landed a master that he could fool into trusting him. He needed only one opportunity, and he took it. Avery escaped his captors and with some help along the way, he made it back to Avalon where he reclaimed his family name, his wealth, and his status. Now with a war on the horizon, Avery’s experience with vampires has landed him a General in Avalon’s army, and this time, he plans to fight back.

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DECEASED

Benson Davis

Witch| Neutral | Exile | Blackbriar Marsh

6′0 / 182 | 530 (53)

“I’ve found that when you want to know the truth about someone that someone is probably the last person you should ask.” - House M.D.

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Born and raised in the core of an old coven, Benson’s adolescents was far from kind or upright. Filled with non consenting blood shed, torture, sex, and murder (which lead to his own exile for his ‘safety’) He is molded into very skeptical and cynical person. However his callous up bring was not in vain coming across as strong soldier, he finds sanctuary among a lesser known group witches,where his skills of potions making and curses are put to the test. Quickly learning and mastering everything he could for the survival of the group.

Now with the outbreak of war in-between the Vampire Order and Avalon, Benson lives in solitude at the Blackbriar Marsh hoping to escape the violence and protect his coven…. However if history truly does repeat itself, he won’t be that lucky.

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DECEASED

Preston Westfield

Vampire | Vampire Order | Elite | Meranosa

6'0 / 183cm | 600 (24)

“Strength isn’t about how much you can handle before you break, its about how much you can handle after you break.” -Unknown

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Preston grew up in a strict home that never felt welcoming to him. From an early age, he and his twin had been close and with them growing up, it was natural they had been even closer. With the two always being jokesters and playing ‘too rowdy’, as their mother would say, it was clear that they were never going to fit in with the perfect Ideal their parents had. It was when they were seven that Abbi had a vision and thinking it was her trying to get Preston in trouble, he went and told their parents after the vision happened. What he didn’t expect was for their family aspect to start to change, let alone them calling her a witch. The respect and trust he had in his family at that moment has forever changed. As they grew up, Abbi finally forgave him for tattling, but he soon saw how her gifts progressed. He watched as they blossomed with his beautiful twin and always hoped that he’d have powers. When he never got them, he dedicated his life to making Abbi’s life as easy as he could. Whenever he thought she would get into trouble, Preston would pull something and take their attention away. He heard what they said behind Abbi’s back and swore to protect his twin as much as he could. It wasn’t until he was forced to say goodbye to his sister, hating how happy their parents were that she was going to be ‘fixed’. He had many fights with them afterwards that led to him holing himself up in his sisters room as a sense of closeness surrounded him. He waited months to hear from her, a letter, anything. When he didn’t get anything he started writing, but never got a response. He hadn’t gone that long without talking to his twin and he didn’t feel right, didn’t feel like he was completely there. One particular day he had stumbled across what looked like a whore house, except before he could turn and walk away, he had been handled by a man and next thing he’d known, he had been turned. Having not known about Vampires, and having been left in the gutter presumed dead, he managed to learn and grow more. It was only then that he learned about vampires, and it made him grow into the man he has become. He started to show less and less emotions, killed his own mother and father after what they had done to his sister and him as they were growing up. Through every year, he became more sick and twisted and pledged his loyalty to the Vampire Order, never once breaking their trust. The only time he’d show emotion was when he had been with this boy, a fae boy that had just grown so much under his skin that he needed to keep him. Without so much as a thought, he took the boys immortality and turned him. It was the best and worst choice he’d ever made.

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Daemon Dunestar

High Fae | Avalon | Assassin | Queen's Domain

6'3 / 191cm | 413 (28)

“Some things can only be seen from the shadows.”

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Dunestar is a name that most in the fae realm know very well. Being bred of hte purest Unseelie bloodline, it’s no surprise that they have a reputation for being a formidable house, ruthless, cunning, and incredibly dangerous. Luckily, their loyalty to the throne has always been unwavering, to the point where many Dunestars have served as advisers and consorts to the royal family. That being said, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that Daemon himself became a very prevelent figure in the court.

As a child, he’d always been eager to serve his people the way his parents did. The problem with Daemon, however, was that much like many other Dunestar fae, he’s always marched to the beat of his own drum. He’s never been the type to blindly follow orders if he didn’t understand or agree with them. He had a rebellious and independent spirit, which made his initial attempts to join the queen’s army as a soldier futile. Group think and co-op missions tended to be problematic for him. He had a horrible habbit of going rogue and disrupting the moral of his squad, though it seemed his quick thinking, cunning, and perhaps genral luck always seemed to get the mission back on track. Unfortunately, that didn’t sit well with his captains, and time after time, despite his inherently strong ability to manipulate and travel through shadows, his exceptional marksman ship and skilled hand to hand combat, he was constantly transferred.

Despite the negative reputation he’d manage to develop, his abilities, his family name, and his loyalty to his queen didn’t go unnoticed. When the vampmire threat truly began to garner the attention of the realm, it was the HIgh Queen herself who beckoned the Dunestar house to send their oldest son to her. She had heard of his unorthodox methods of doing things, and how effective he was. Against the counsel of her advisers, she charged him with a mission. A powerful vampire general was in the process of leading a small band of vampires through Everwood. She charged Daemon with the impossible task of finding the vampire force, seeking out the general, and eliminating him. Despite the dangers it posed and the impossible odds, Daemon, loyal to his queen, accepted the order and was off.

It came as a shock to many when the fae returned to the palace with news that the general had been slain, and it was at that moment he became the queens royal assassin. With that title, the only person he truly answered to was his queen. It seemed to be the perfect position for him. He no longer had to worry about following any sort of protocol, working with others in a team was no longer a necessity, and he thrived.

Despite his profession, Daemon is actually a rather charismatic guy, and has no problem developing bonds, garnering trust in unlikely places. He has an off beat, roguish sense about him that most people tend to be drawn to. While he can be arrogant, apathetic, and pragmatic, he’s incredibly loyal to his queen, his family, and the people close to him.

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DECEASED

Ture

Unseelie Fae | Avalon | Assassin| Queen’s Domain

6′0ft / 182.2cm | 300 (30)

“Don’t fear me for what I am. Fear me for what I’m capable of.”

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Ture was born into a long bloodline of soldiers. He his training as a child soon as he could hold a weapon in one hand. Ture rarely use any of his magical powers and often appeared calm and relaxed during a battle. He is not known to be friendly or unfriendly. He prefers keeping to himself and spends a lot of his time training. Ture is very loyal to the Queen and the very few people who knew him knew that life was dedicated to protecting the realm and its people.

Ture seldom speaks about politics but he has his own opinion in regards the current situation of the island. He is not quick to act and often ponders on a decision before making a move. He had taken human slaves in the past but it wasn’t a known fact that he easily gets attach to them and so he hadn’t house one in many years. When he is off-duty, Ture visits Everwood where most of his family resides. He spends time drinking and enjoying a big feast with family and friends. During war, he remains sober which, at times could make him intolerable.

Ture is very much involved with the Queen’s campaign to retrieve what was taken from them. He is determined to do whatever it takes to defeat the enemy even if he had to take them one by one…