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RHIANNON MCKENNA
174 / LONER / 5
achromatic
"––that whoever believes shall not perish, but have eternal life," the pastor used to say as they sat down for Sunday church. The same pastor who rebuked those who believed in other gods, the same pastor who denied that her mother was truly a witch because witches didn't exist anymore. The same pastor who had inspired Rhiannon as a child, that somewhere out there was the cure for mortality. That a flight from death was actually possible. After all, her family had fled from the war once––fleeing was all she knew. Born in Ireland during the great famine, her family knew what poverty felt like. Her father was a sailor, and her mother was a witch, something that passed down to the two children she had. Rhiannon was always the feisty one, her wit and attitude getting her into more trouble than it was worth. She was ten when her family decided to emigrate to America. New York City, the great American dream––at first everything was full of naive hope. Things were better than home, that was for certain. They were poor but they could find jobs. There were people from her country, and they found a certain kinship there. Of course, things went downhill when her mother died five years later of a mysterious disease, and her search for immortality began. Practically raised by her brother Hywel, she's always been hard working and determined. Naturally clever, conniving even, she knows what she wants and she knows how to play the long game. Patience and a little planning go her farther than most. She still looks the same way she did when she was young, despite decades passing, and she intends to keep playing the game even at the expense of others. After all, she intends to live forever, or she'll die trying, and she won't die for anything less than that.


HYWEL MCKENNA
183 / LONER / 5
Growing up in war-time changes a person. It tempers the sword in the fire, it teaches one what desperation truly feels like, and some men are thrown into the fire, burnt to a crisp, but other men become hardened steel, and they walk out stronger than before. Hywel barely knew the time of prosperity he was born in––most of his childhood had been spent during the famine in Ireland. He grew up scrappy and hungry for something more, he grew up learning how to take care of his family at any cost. He was sixteen when they could finally afford to get on the ship towards the new world. Things were different, things were tough, but they had always managed. He inherited a natural gift for sorcery from his mother. The man had always had an affinity for things despite his more laid-back attitude. He took multiple jobs as well as helped out at home, but war was always inevitable. He was twenty-six when he was conscripted, and maybe everything would've been fine––he was only overseas for a year or so––if his mother didn't pass away while he was overseas. It broke his heart. From there on, it was his sister and him against the world. He was the man who raised Rhiannon, and they were always close. While Rhiannon sought a way to stay immortal without the downfalls of being a vampire, Hywel wasn't as convinced. It wasn't intentional, but he was sleeping with a vampire lover when the police raided their home, and the next thing he knew, he was unable to touch the sun. Regardless, the man lives as if nothing's changed. He's easily amused by his sister's antics, and helps out whenever he can. There are few things he cares about in the world, and the temporal nature of the universe is something known to him. He's the kind of man who would do anything to make sure he gets what he wants, despite the easy smirk and the kind demeanor. He has little care for anything else in the world, and he will watch it burn before letting it take away those he loves.

MARCELYNE "MARC" BEDWELL

248 / LONER / POINTS

IAN

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A creator of chaos, one who is, quite frankly, bored of the world, something not uncommon when you've lived as long as she. Not necessarily evil, but surely not good, Marcelyne deals with her perpetual boredom the way any good respecting woman would: she causes as much chaos as possible. Her presence is often an omen of bad things to come, and she's never too far from the scene of a fight. A charming, albeit incredibly sarcastic woman, she is never found too far from a cigarette, a bad habit she picked up during the Roaring 20s. Marcelyne tries to ensure that everyone knows that in the end, no one means anything to her, but her untraceable donations to major causes like housing for queer youths suggest otherwise. She won't tell you about the good she does, though; that would destroy her image as a harbringer of destruction, and why would she want that?

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lmao i'll rewrite her 18 times before i'm satisfied with her bio, but i am down to two minutes before i have to stop writing for a bit

SYBIL ARCENEAUX 
29 / LONER
ian


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"LET ME TEACH YOU SOMETHING, LITTLE BIRD, SOMETHING THAT WILL MAKE YOU MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU COULD HAVE EVER IMAGINED." She was no more than ten when she first made the secret trip to the garden with her grandmother, who whispered to her about how she was coming into her own. "I have waited so long to bring you here, little bird," she cooed at Sybil, before teaching her the forbidden knowledge of the centuries that came before her: she was a member of a generations upon generations of witches who practiced time magics. She, like all of those who came before her, was naturally good at it, and soon, she bore the same skills that came before her. With time and further training, her grandmother's promise became true: like any time witch, she was now more powerful than she could ever imagined. Such power, though, had downsides, and with her power came death and misfortune. Her gift is a highly sought after one, after all; everyone wants to see the future and relive the past. She doesn't speak of the days that came between her training in her current residence, a cottage far enough from the city that she should never be found. One can only imagine, though, what those years did to her, as she has become a bit of a recluse. Sybil prefers to go completely unnoticed and has a tendency of being incredibly reserved if not anxious. It's as if she is constantly hiding something from the world, which she is. Although she is slow to trust, though, she can be a powerful ally, and once she trusts you into her fold, it is hard to escape her soft grip on those she loves.

i probbaly need to shorten that pls let me know if i do and i'll edit some of the stuff onto her tracker.


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HARLEQUIN "HARLEY" KING
 
22/5

STARK RAVING MAD


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A strange but outgoing second generation hunter. Her father started training her almost as soon as she could walk. Her father never forced this life on her but as soon as she was old enough to understand his work she wanted in. Harley isn't a quitter and always gives a hundred and ten percent to everything she does. That doesn't mean she's all work and no play, she enjoys a well earned vacation as much as the next guy. She firmly believes there's no shame in losing a fight as long as you gave it your all. 

FULL NAME

: AMBROSE DRAKOS




2,107 / (ARES) / POINTS




“—Do I still taste of war? Can you still feel the battles on my skin, stitched across my back, am I still rebuilding bone by fragile bone?” The ardent soldier. The wrathful soul. Tempered by war and forged in iron and fire; heir of ash and fire, he is the calculated chaos that no one ever sees coming. Originally born into an aristocratic household, he lived an almost boring leisurely life, often finding his own trouble in the backstreets, fighting his way to the top. Ambrose is a seemingly calm character, one of a quiet disposition, serious and somber, keeping all things classy. While he is a demanding creature, selfish, cruel, and extremely unreasonable, he's not so unreasonable that he's someone to hold a grudge. Instead he's a man who definitely keeps his promises. He's a gentleman after all, he wouldn't dare break his word. Because he's the real thing, this Greek adonis. A true jackal in disguise, it suits this smooth criminal just fine. It would be accurate to say his skills dare defy the way he looks. While it's hard to define what evil and good is, he's simply just performing the tasks in front of him, whether in love or war. You want a fight? He’ll bring you a war.. You want love? He’ll make you feel like you’re the only one in the world. For Ambrose, It’s all merely a way to a means.


SOLIVAGANT



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Definitely gonna change this later on, but I don't know why I couldn't come up with any words. For now this will have to do.

Hunter Dumont

stormaf

Gender: Female

Age: 25


Hunter's quite fast on her feet and she knows several martial arts. Whenever she can, she goes long distance running. She's a sucker for a sad story and sometimes has a hard time telling if someone is on the level. She tends to trust her heart and not her head. Strangely enough, she's been right more than she's been wrong.

She's very business-oriented and attended a local college to learn library sciences, which she hated even though she loves books. She has a good sense of humor and likes to crack the occasional joke. Although she says that she can handle life on her own, she'd love to meet the right man. She's in no hurry though.  

After the death of their parents, Hunter took over the family duties. For most of her teen years, she tended house and cared for her younger brother, Storm. After school she had a little part time job at a local bookstore. From childhood she would look to books for a way out of her small town life. Since she had so much on her plate, she had few friends and even fewer boyfriends. Most of her time was spent trying to avoid child protective services.  

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