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Title: Bios to be Approved
Post by: LadyJallyn on

BIOS TO BE APPROVED

All bios for THE ANITA BLAKE STORY THREAD

must be posted here Management with review them, and get back to

you on any changes or corrections that need to be made to your

character before it can be approved to play on the RP boards.

Characters submitted should follow the following format:

MEMBER NAME: This is your Elmwood handle

CHARACTER NAME: Your character name

RACE: Your character's race. (VAMPIRE, LYCANTHROPE OR HUMAN)

AGE: Your character's age. Be reasonable!

SEX: MALE or FEMAILE

HAIR:
EYES:

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS:

CHARACTER HISTORY: (WHY THEY ARE THE WAY THEY ARE)

PERSONALITY:

SPECIAL ABILITIES:

WEAPONS OF CHOICE:

LOVE/LIKES:

HATES/DISLIKES:

FEARS/PHOBIAS:

DREAMS/IDEALS:

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS

SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES:

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: SilverMist on

MEMBER NAME: SilverMist

CHARACTER NAME: Marshal Ronnin

RACE: Were tiger

AGE: 29

SEX: MALE

HAIR: Brown

EYES: Grey

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Upon looking at Marshal one would not expect much out of the young man. His hair is practically never brushed and the dark locks cut short that still manage stick out at odd angles all over the place. The unruly mop is coloured somewhere between brown and blond but do to sun exposure is not sure which end of the spectrum itï¿½s looking to. The boyï¿½s eyes are wide and almost insane looking the colours of which are manly grey with traces of blue within the silver mass that changes from mild silver to a cold storm grey depending on his moods. His nose has the odd curve that clearly displays itï¿½s been broken at least once though the number is probably far higher than that, his smile is completely intact though it was never a very settling smile to begin with Marshalï¿½s a wiry young man with little mass to him but what is there is muscle, this wiry form stands about 5ï¿½10 and despite the amount of time he spends outside his skin is a far cry from tanned.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: Several scars from this and that, lets not nit pick here.

CHARACTER HISTORY:
Upon looking at Marshal, one would assume came from a relatively average form of living. His clothes display no rich heritage though his father owns a highly respectable company, whom for years has slowly been growing. The family is well off but Marshal didnï¿½t really look into pursuing sending out that image, unlike his half sister Natasha. Through out their childhood there was never just one woman in the house but many. His father like surrounding himself with beautiful things and women, but the estrogen levels in the house, not to mention the goings on, forced Marshal out of his house since the ages of nine. He would wonder in later years of his life how his father managed to keep all what went on from leaking into the media.
With very little to do as a child in the small town where his fatherï¿½s original home was, the boy did things an average kid would do, and when there was positively nothing else to do, heï¿½d pick fights. He was a scrawny kid, but his speed gave him an edge in one on one fights. Marshal grew up like that, out and about through his teenaged years and later on into young adulthood.
To get away from his father and the harem that seemed to constantly hang around his house he left for Seattle, as did his sister but she took the high road he took the low road and they see little to none of each other. This is, quite frankly, the way he likes it. His father kept offering positions within his business when things went badly, but the thought of moving back into that old town was not appealing at all to the young man, and so from that inspiration drove Marshal to do things with his life. Nothing that would change the world, but things, enough things to keep him in Seattle and keep him out of his fatherï¿½s business, and his father out of his. He worked office jobs and such, boring, drab, and entirely frustrating, but if he was lucky heï¿½d get into a bar fight or something. The world seemed a lot better when he was punching something for some strange reason.
He looked for other ways to blow off steam. Art. Music. Booze. And something he curses to this day, drugs. They just really werenï¿½t for him, one too many bad buzzes, but it wouldnï¿½t have been nearly so bad if upon one of these particularly bad buzzes he ended up mauled by some wild animal. It was sort of an out of body experience really, but the thought that it was just a trip showed to be very wrong when he began displaying typical signs of being a shifter. Though the form was interesting, the whole turning inside out to become an animal didnï¿½t really appeal to Marshal.
So the drugs werenï¿½t pleasing, the booze only went so far without giving him a head ache the next morning, his art was mediocre the music was not much better. Anger management just didnï¿½t seem to work these days. Crap, crap and more crap.
And once again the only thing really worth doing was punching something. Marshal wasnï¿½t a stupid boy, both book and street smart but he didnï¿½t have the attention span for much else besides beating someone senseless, it seemed primal, it seemedï¿½Right? Whatever it seemed it gave birth to an idea. While licking his wounds, after getting into a scrap with a were leopard and nearly tearing each other to shreds, Marshal came up with the idea of making this a regular event. This wouldnï¿½t feel so right if it wasnï¿½t meant to be done. And wasnï¿½t it just so perfect that in shifter form it was so simple to regenerate? Primal and barbaric maybe, but really it was just down right fun. And from this logic came the Tooth and Nail underground Fight club. Itï¿½s pretty quiet at the moment. Kept from the authorities heï¿½s been able to preserve the little bit of paradise that he created. The were fight club is only known about by those invited in and heï¿½d like very much to keep it that way. The fewer that know, the fewer likely to squeal, thatï¿½s his logic on the matter anyway.

PERSONALITY:
Marshal is one of those people who will bottle up everything until explosion but often times will leak everything out before exploding completely. He lets things out blinding flashes of rage often times flying off half cocked and not allowing for thought to go through but he cools off quickly and feels better after it all. Heï¿½s easily excited and draws rushes of energy out of no where. He respects those who deserve respect and whom respect themselves. He will defend to the death anything that he holds dearly to him.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Nothing but pure agility and the ability to pull energy out of no where

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: His fists, claws or teeth depending on the form

LOVE/LIKES: A good fight. Typically likeable things, kittens, steak, you know. Good stuff.

HATES/DISLIKES: Women who donï¿½t have enough respect for them selves and will through themselves at men. Drugs. And other dislikeable things.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Having the Tooth and Nail discovered

DREAMS/IDEALS: Keeping the fights going, and though he would never admit it, maybe patching things up with his old man

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

MEMBER NAME: SilverMist

CHARACTER NAME: Marshal Ronnin

This character is APPROVED for use in the Anitaverse

PM me and we can discuss the details of the Tooth and Nail

Are you abandoning Sapphire?

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: wldkidlexie on

MEMBER NAME: wildkidlexie

CHARACTER NAME: Brooke Payne-Goldwyn

RACE: Human

AGE: 25

SEX: Female

HAIR: Straight sand brown hair that falls on her shoulders

EYES: Hazel

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Brooke has a tall stature couple with sandy brown hair that falls on her shoulders and sparkling hazel eyes. Everyone always noticed her long thick eyelashes and her dimples on each side of his cheeks. She has a slim body, one known to be very flexible. Her hands are a little rougher than expected because she always worked her ass off a girl. She has a pair of long fine looking legs, though there are a few scars on it when she fell off from the trees she climbed on.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: There's a thin slash that will never fade on her left arm. She got it from one of her father's insane tactics to discipline her. She also has scars on her legs because of the many times she fell from trees she climbed as a child.

CHARACTER HISTORY:

Brooke Payne grew up in a dysfunctional household in Chino, California. Her parents were divorced when she was six and since then had been living with her abusive father with an occasional visit from her alcoholic mother who had been imprisoned for more times than she could count at a young age.
As she grew up, she was constantly physically abused by her father. With the simplest mistake of forgetting to make her bed, she would get beating of a lifetime. Brooke never told anyone because she was afraid that the police would take him away from her and he was the only family she knew apart from her mother who she guessed would have taken better care of her anyway. All her life she kept this secret of her father's beatings to herself and covered them up with thick clothes. As she got older, she covered her bruises with make up as well. There was a time when her father wanted to teach her not to steal things, and as a reminder, took a knife and cut a deep long line down her let arm so that she will never forget about it.
Brooke grew up trying to find things to occupy herself so she would not sit in one corner to pity about the life she has, something she was not fond of thinking about. To forget all her troubles when at home, seven-year-old Brooke vented everything out on climbing high places. For once in her life, she wanted to feel as free as a bird and it was the only time she felt that way; when she was on high places. It was about that time too when her father taught her how to use a slingshot. Ever since then, Brooke climbed high places and used slingshots and made a hobby of it.
Because of this, Brooke became very talented in climbing, finding every foothold there was on a seemingly high and well plastered wall. She can also shoot a small can from a certain long distance with her slingshot and could be any other boy her age or a few years older than she is. Everyone around her place knew her name and her talent for it.
By the time she was fifteen and in High School, her boyfriend, Carl Stevens, handed her a pistol. It was the first time she ever held an actual pistol. She shot her first bullet that day the pistol was lent to her and she felt at the peak of her best when she did it. From that day forward, Brooke knew that she had to let her father stop pushing her around and it was time to stand up for herself, with the pistol on her waist, that is. Just in case.
The day she stood up against her father was possibly the best and worst day of her life. She learned a lot more from that day than she learned in her fifteen years of life. When her father took his thick leather strap to hit her, Brooke quickly pulled her pistol out. Knowing her, she would not miss the shot. Her father then looked into her eyes and said, "If you hate it so much here, why don't you just get the hell out of my life. You were an accident we created and I had to pay fifteen goddamn years for it."
Brooke left her home that day, feeling free, but very much unloved. She tried contacting her mother but had no luck. She ended up in Boston where one of her close friends moved to a couple of years back. Since then, she became somewhat part of her friends' family.
Whilst in Boston, Brooke made a lot of great friends and there were a lot of times that she nearly forgot that she had a terrible past. She had a lot of fun there and needn't carry a gun on her waist to stand up for herself. Brooke found a home in Boston, and a family that actually cared and loved for her, unlike the one she had back in Chino.
Brooke finally graduated High School at eighteen and found a job at a hardware store where he met this great guy named Andrew Millan. They dated for a while and Brooke fell madly in love with him. Andrew proposed to her after dating for two years and Brooke had her friend's family's blessing to the engagement. Unfortunately, Andrew died in a car accident where a drunken driver forced him to either drive off a cliff or hit by the ten wheeler truck. Andrew's body was never found when he feel off that cliff and into a river below.
After the horrible accident, Brooke couldn't bear living in Boston so she decided to head for Washington. There, she found herself a nice little apartment and worked for a grocery store not too far from her place. She decided to train as a police officer after the series of events that had happened in her life. She was determined to throw any drunken person into jail and save the innocent lives a lot of trouble.
While training at the age of 20, she met another man. A salesman in fact, who knocked on her door trying to get her to buy his product. His name was Tyrone Goldwyn. two years later, she got engaged to him. Another more year and she got married to him. By the time she married him, she became a fully trained policewoman that was entitled to carry a gun, in which she carried a Caliber 22 in memory of Andrew who gave a plastic one to her as a joke when they were dating. Because of her ability to climb very fast and well and to shoot from a certain long distance, she was quickly promoted in her line of work, which was in the field and not in office. She was known to be one of the most talented policewomen around to do the job.
By the time she was 25, Brooke volunteered in the Preternatural Investigations Unit after finding out that she could. She was determined to be the top at the job.
After a few months of working for the Preternatural Investigations Unit, Brooke decided it would be her last move and it was time to live a normal life with her husband and two new twin boys. She continues to work for the unit though. There was not a day where she would forget what it was like to climb in high places to feel free and the day she held her first pistol. It was the best days of her life.

PERSONALITY: Brooke is a very determined type of woman and gets what she sets her eyes on. But because of her father's behavior when she was a child, she was a tad bit traumatized when it comes to trusting people. She is always alert and is very loyal to the people she holds close to her heart.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Her father had taught her how to use a slingshot at the age of seven and since then she had been practicing how to shoot whatever comes her way. Now that she's older and holds Caliber 22 LR, nothing has changed. She is still the best sharp shooter in town there is. She also has some talent when holding a dagger. Climbing something high is something she had practically perfected as well.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Caliber 22 LR and a small dagger she keeps intact with her belt just in case.

LOVE/LIKES: Brooke loves adventures. Ice cream would be nice too, especially if it were vanilla. She also loves dropping by the shooting range for practice. There was never a time she missed climbing over fences or trees or any elevated places just to get a feel of the height.

HATES/DISLIKES: Alcoholics, drug addicts, abusive and hypocrites. She also hates the sight of cigarettes.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Becoming anything like her parents, her family fall apart again.

DREAMS/IDEALS: To throw into jail people that she thinks ought to be kept there in the first place. She also wants to have a quiet life and settle down nicely with her husband and boys. She's tired of having to move around very often as a young adult and would like to have a less adventurous one now that she had a family to hold together. Brooke would also like to win competitions involving guns and dreams to be one of the world's best.

(Lol, I'm not too good at this..)

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

MEMBER NAME: wildkidlexie

CHARACTER NAME: Brooke Payne-Goldwyn

RACE: Human

THIS CHARACTER IS APPROVED FOR USE IN THE ANITAVERSE

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: thatredhead on

MEMBER NAME: thatredhead

CHARACTER NAME: Semira Snyder

RACE: Lycanthrope ~ Werelioness

AGE: 24, January 9th 1983 – turned when she was 20.

SEX: Female

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Semira has a light sun-kissed complexion, with long blond hair that stretches down to her mid-back. Her eyes are that of an intense moss colouring. Her large lips are usually just coated in a sheer gloss. She usually wears her makeup natural, unless the occasion calls for something different, when she cant Be recognized. She has a curvy athletic build, and stands at 5 foot even.
(http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/5/semariasvb1.jpg)

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATTOOS: two small black stars tattooed onto her right wrist. six small butterfly tattoos on the left side of her torso, all different colours, she also has long scratch marks down her back from the night she was attacked.

CHARACTER HISTORY: Semira came from a well off family from Sidney Australia. She was born with the name ‘Sophia Hare’, but changed her name the day she became a lycanthrope.

The night she was changed, she was in the country. She had laid out in the field late one afternoon, and had fallen asleep in the tall grass. When she awoke it was dark, and the full moon was out. She couldn't see which direction she should go, so she just decided to walk north. There was a rustling in a large bush as she passed a clearing, and when her back was turned, she was attacked. A large animal had jumped onto her back, and was scratching at her pale skin, ripping away at her. After her scream, she heard a shot fire or a possible car backfire. She couldn't tell. The noise was enough to scare off whatever had attacked her. It ran, leaving her for dead. Semira managed to pull herself to cover in the bush, the animal had just jumped out of moments before. She was found by a large man who had picked her up and put her into his blue ford truck. She was too weak to fight him, and he said he would help her with her wounds. He took her her back to his cabin in the woods, and carried her inside. She was tired and in pain, so she allowed him to clean and bandage her wounds. While she was having her back bandaged, she passed out cold. Days later she awoke, in a hard bed. She was stiff and sore from the days previous. Walking out of the bare room, in an oversized shirt, she looked at her surroundings. It was a small cabin, fir for a bachelor. Just the the door burst open, revealing a tall, dark and would be handsome man. She didn't like facial hair, and this man had quite a bit. He dropped the wood by the fireplace, and turned to greet her. He said his name was Derek, and explained where he had found her, and that she had been out for three days. He also said that she was going to be working for him from now on, in return for helping her heal. She was to cater to his every whim. She wanted nothing of this, and tried to escape the small, dirty cabin. He caught her just as she opened the door, picked her up by her arms, and threw her against the opposite wall, reopening all of her healing scratches. He told her many threats, and locked her in a cubboard during the night in order to keep her with him. She had become his slave. The plus side, that cabin never looked cleaner, and there was a hot meal every day. But it didn't stop at just cleaning and cooking. He began to demand sexual favors, raping her and beating her almost daily. Her wounds did eventually almost fully heal over time. by her next full moon. The day of the full moon carried out as her usual slave labourday. Chores, cooking, and before dinner a quick fuck. This time, it was in the small kitchen. She was bent over the counter, like some sort of animal. She was sick of this. Grabbing for a drawer underneath her, she opened it. The hunter hadn't noticed her rummaging. He was too busy being a disgusting ass. She found something sharp with the tips of her fingers.she felt around the object trying to decipher what it was. Unable to she looked down under her. It was a poultry thermometer with a very sharp tip.Just as she was able to get a quick glance, she was spun around to face the hunter. Asking what she had in her hand, she got an evil glint in her eye.the clutched the round thermometer in the palm of her hand, and drove the long sharp end into his temple. Blood trickled down his face and her hand. Her mouth began to water as the hunter fell to the floor. She began to feel hungry. Not just any sort of hungry... a hunger for meat, and lots of it. Her desires intensified, and she felt a sharp pain, then all went black.

The next morning she awoke curled up on the livingroom floor. She was covered in blood, from her face to her hands and feet.She had the aftertaste of meat in her mouth. She stood up, noticing a trail of pawprints that led to her. She followed then to the kitchen, holding the horrific sight of the hunter just behind the counter. His face had been eaten off, along with his stomach eaten all the way to the spine. She felt as if she was going to puke. But she didn't. She felt the shot of pain again. Over the next three days, she fed off of the remains of the hunter, not remembering much. The last day, she was picking picking at the bones, and the changed back into her human form. This was the first time she was in the middle of an action when she changed. She was shocked to see what she was doing. Dropping the bone, she went to the washroom and cleaned herself up. Picking up the keys to the blue truck, she sped off into the horizon. Never to return to the old cabin. Later in the week, she went to get tested for Lycanthrope. It was confirmed, she was a werelioness.

With her new information at her disposal she adopted a new life, as well as a new name, and became Semira Snyder. She moved from Sidney Australia, to Eastern Africa. Within days she was approached by a man, who asked her to follow him. She obliged, not really knowing her surroundings, and hoping to possibly get some direction. He led her into a large canvas tent, where a woman awaited her. She felt something towards this woman instantly. A kind of warmness. The woman asked many questions, such as why she was crossing into her territory. Were there anymore coming in. Was she a spy. Semira answered all the questions the woman had. She explained that she had been recently turned, and that she was in the search for more like her. The woman listened and finally introduced herself as Kuba. She was offered a position in their pride, and gladly took it. They had taught her how to control her inner beast, but still feed its desires. The pride hunted animals, kept the sexual content within the pride aswell. They rarely went into the markets. The only downside to being in Africa, was that hunting Lycanthrope was legal, and actually called for a reward. With the hunting being too much for Africa, she picked up and moved to the united states, in the hopes that new doors would open for her. Maybe she could become a normal person again. Get a day job, that kind of thing. She wanted desperately to leave her past behind her, and possibly start fresh in The United States.

PERSONALITY: Semira is quick to judge. The second she looks at someone, she'll know if they are worth her time. She is quite good at getting things she wants. She doesn't necessarily love to travel, but finds the need to. She hasn't really found a place to settle down yet. Semira has a temper on her, and can have trouble controlling it. She usually never resorts to changing, but she does have that mean streak.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: dagger, staff, Bow.

LOVE/LIKES: Changing her appearance. Her hair colour changes on a regular basis. Sex, loud music, and dancing are among her favourites. She loves to dance. Sex is different for her. Because of her past, she requires the need to dominate in the sack.

HATES/DISLIKES: She hates people touching along her scars. She also hates those who do not view her as an equal because she is different.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: The people she cares about dying. Never belonging. Small spaces.

there ya go Maxx. I finished it today just for you :happy3:

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: LadyJallyn on

Katt martin moved to players whos who section

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

MEMBER NAME: ladyjallyn

CHARACTER NAME: Katherine Martin aka Katt

this character is approved for use in the ANITAVERSE.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Cassie,

The preternatural unit is made up entirely of humans, since neither shifters nor vampires are permitted on the police force, due to their inability to control their reaction to fresh blood. The 'shifter cops' aren't shifters at all. They just deal with the shifters....

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Cassie on

Well crap, I miss read

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Just a couple of Questions:

Is the name Lyum Ronon or Lyum Brunan? Or are these different people with similar names?

Hinata was attacked and injured but not infected, correct?

At one point you say Hinata is the youngest but later say her brother is three years younger. Which is it?

Lycanthropes change every full moon. It would have been very hard for her father to hide that fact from his children, unless he had very recently been infected. How long had he been a werepuma?

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Cassie on

Holy SHIT how is it that I screwed up that bad

*Sigh* I am sorry Maxx

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

It happens. Fortunately, they're all minor.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: thatredhead on

MEMBER NAME: thatredhead

CHARACTER NAME: Amy Caldwell

RACE: Human

AGE: 30

SEX: FEMALE

HAIR: curly, and dark chocolate in colour

EYES: grey

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Caldwell is very fit, and stands at 5ï¿½1. She may be short, but she is quite strong. Her olive skin is blemish free, and therefore doesn't wear a lot of makeup. On a day that she works, her hair is usually pulled out of her face, into either a bun, or a ponytail.

(http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/9766/amycaldwellfa8.png)

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: a scar on her hip from training when she was snagged with barbedwire.

CHARACTER HISTORY: Caldwell had always been good at sports and stealth. When she was little, she wasn't like the normal little girls, being into dresses and barbies. Caldwell was into military and any accessible information to it. She grew up with her father being a doctor in the military, and her mother being a stay at home mom. Her father was gone overseas most of the time, and eventually died while on duty. He got a terrible infection while in the Philippines, and was unable to recover. Caldwell was ten years old at the time. Her dream was always to join the army, just like her fatherï¿½ but she didn't want to be a doctor. She wanted to be in with the Protective Services department. She wanted to be in an area that was always changing, and always had new physical and mental challenges.

Caldwell graduated from high school with impressive grades, but instead of deciding to go to university, she joined the army, and followed her dreams. She handed in her first application a week before graduation. Eight days later, she got a reply, they declined her request to join the Military Police. They had said that she wasn't the proper build to take on that much force. She had to reapply a grand total of five times to get in. When they finally accepted her, she was put at the very bottom of the food chainï¿½a private. She finally recieved her acceptance letter three days before she had to leave to join them. She hadnt studied any of the information, thinking that she wouldnt get in again, and that would be the end of it... she would just have to go to regular university. But she was wrong. Her first duty was to report to her commanding officer. He said her reapplications annoyed him, and at times made him wonder why such a small girl wanted to join his divisions, especially when she would have been better suited to flying, or medical endeavours. He had also said that for such a small girl, she had a determined heart, and in her last application he had finally realized that she really wanted it. She was told she would be tested, both physically and mentally, which may take a large toll upon her. She was also told that she was behind in the training, and would need to catch up. She was willing to do it all.

At first, when she joined the division, she only brought it down. She was out of shape, and weak. Few liked her due to the fact of her being so far behind. It took her two months of being so far behind, and forcing extra work onto the division, for her to face the fact's. She needed to catch up and needed help. She requested the help of a woman referred to as Captain Green. This woman was one of the best Caldwell had met, and this woman was who Caldwell envied. With hard work and a lot of discipline, she became the best in her division. It took three months on four hours of sleep a day to catch up, but when she did she couldn't wipe the grin from her face. At the end of her catch up, she was near exhaustion, but still happy as ever. She was tested in every way possible. Her whole body ached that first half of the year. It wasn't used to the hard workouts, and the extreme training. She had bruises on top of bruises, and countless amounts of stitches. However, she never gave up. Caldwell was retested every couple of months to see if she was eligible to gain the next rank, because of her constant improvement.

Due to this, within a couple of years she was escalated to Corporal. No longer being in training, she had her own classes to teach, and more officers to report to. She only allowed people who would try their hardest on her team, and she quickly picked off those who weren't really up to the challenge. She was considered rather strict on the surface, but if somebody ever needed to talk, she was a soft teddy bear. Eventually, she found her services might be of further need on the streets, and out of the army. She wanted to still do the workouts, and take part in the classes, instead if instruct them. She desired something a bit different now...more freedom to do what she wished, but still have somewhat of the same job.

The army did not make her cold, but it make her strong, and determined. She strives to be the best she can, and always likes a good challenge. Due to her background, she had passed the training, and is now a shifter police officer.

PERSONALITY: Caldwell is very strong, and really believes in a team effort. She does the best she can in every situation, and isn't afraid to get dirty. She firmly believes in the saying ï¿½Never leave a man behind.ï¿½ She isn't afraid to put her life on the line for another.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Caldwell has been military trained to specialize in law enforcement. Her strengths are in one on one combat, and in precision shooting.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: standard issue handgun, and night vision goggles.

LOVE/LIKES: Her job, her team (whoever they are), a good visit to the range, boxing, hockey, dogs, and long runs.

HATES/DISLIKES: Not doing anything, watching a team member fall, people who give up, the inability to sleep in, and ballet

FEARS/PHOBIAS: being helpless when the need is dire.

DREAMS/IDEALS: Her hopes are to bring peace and safety to both sides, and that everybody will eventually be able to accept the differences they may have.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

MEMBER NAME: thatredhead

CHARACTER NAME: Amy Caldwell

This character is APPROVED for use in the Anitaverse.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Villiam on

MEMBER NAME: Villiam

CHARACTER NAME: Ben Rothwell

RACE:were lion(Rex)

AGE: 30

SEX: MALE

HAIR:Golden blond
EYES:Slate gray

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Six foot two inches Ben has golden blond hair that he keeps cut moderately short. He has slate gray eyes and an athletic build including a strong neck
(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/ladyjallyn/ben.jpg)

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS:2 tribal tatts and a batman logo (last one was a bad drunken decision from back in his college days.) As well as several claw marks on his back from where he was mauled the night he was infected.

CHARACTER HISTORY: Ben went though school to become a specialist in the field of wildlife and its preservation. His major interests lay in the animals in the African belt. After a few years of try to study and trying to enlighten the the general population of the world about many of his favorite creatures on this vast world of ares. Ben was Jumped from behind by a large lion. He had not seen this rogue lion before in his study of the many local prides, as he had spent the last three years in a small village outside of Nigeria. Due to fact that he was days out from a hospital he had to rely on the local village shaman to tend to his wounds however 3 days later the moon rose while he was out in the plains watching his lions and he shifted. Thus began Ben's life as a were lion. A short time after the mishap Ben was out fishing & after picking up the scent of the lion he believes is the one that jumped him only to find that the trail lead him to the members of the tribe that had taken care of him when he had been mauled. it didn't take too long to discover that apparently several of the tribe members were in fact were lions that had hid far out in the plains to escape persecution and hunters riffles. The had no choice but to take Ben in and help him control his beast so they wouldn't be found out. A year and a half later Ben left the tribe as he was warned as the noticed his growing power. If he did not leave the Rex was going to have to kill him. So Ben packed up his bags and returned to his home town in Seattle and often as a way to make money teach at local colleges and speak at zoos about wildlife and shifter rights and lycanthropic zoology.

PERSONALITY: Ben is intelligent and usually a fairly laid back guy around normal people however n the presence of other male lions due to his nature as a Rex all bets are off. He tend to be domineering and likes to take charge and let other male lions knows hes IT or they're dead. Aside from that though he has a love of nature and tends to advocate the rights of shifters especially drawing attention to the plight of shifters in countries where they are hunted. He wishes to one day see that all shifters world wide receive equal rights and are treated as people rather than hunted prey. Ben tends to have a very playful personality. When it comes to the hunt he likes to toy with food unless hes backed into a corner in which case the gloves come off.

SPECIAL ABILITIES:Being a Rex he has the added ability of being faster and stronger than most shifters that are lion based. He is a quick healer and can even channel his beastly power to heal his own kind.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE:Teeth claws and years out on the plains in Africa taught him how to use a riffle.

LOVE/LIKES: Talking and educating people about the wildlife in Africa as well as the advocation of equal rights for shifters. A good meal fast food is something Ben cannot stand nothing is more of a put off than a greasy burger and fries. Give him a rare steak and a baked potato with loaded with sour cream and he will pur for hours or at least till he gets hungry again. Ben also enjoys fishing both in Lion and Human form. The Hunt.

HATES/DISLIKES:Poachers, Animal cruelty, shifter cruelty, fast food and things heavy with preservatives.

FEARS/PHOBIAS:Being alone. Not having a pride. Being poached. Being skinned alive (this was common practice in Africa for shifters since the pelts sold for so much on black market)

DREAMS/IDEALS:To see the world accept shifters wold wide as citizens, to have his own pride, trying to remove as many animals as possible off the en danged species list.

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: Ben is fairly well known though out the shifter community due to his advocation of rights for shifters and public awareness. He has been on scene for over a year and a half.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

MEMBER NAME: Villiam

CHARACTER NAME: Ben Rothwell

This character APPROVED for use in the Anitaverse.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Member Name: Goosekat

Character Name: Daniel Lafeat

I have two problems with this character.

If he has a bullet lodged in his spine, Daniel would be on a Marine disability pension and would not have been hired by the police department. He would not have been able to pass their medical.

Secondly, a New Orleans police department would not be able to transfer somebody to a different state against their will.

Otherwise, this is an excellent bio. Please correct these two problems and I'll be able to approve the character.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Goosekat on

OK Maxx, Daniel's bio has been updated.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Member Name: Goosekat

Character Name: Daniel Lafeat

This character is APPROVED

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Let me know when you're done.

His ability to call rats is unrelated to his being a vampire?

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Krys on

oops was tired forgot to remove that little thing about more coming after work lol.

It's a trait that came to him before he was a vampire. Ironically the trait stayed with him without the help of his flute when he became a vampire. However he is started to realize that with him Flute to aid him he can call even to the Lycanthrope rats.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

I'm going to approve this bio but you need to make one very minor change.

The thread is set in Seattle WA, not Hamilton

Malaki is a minor master. He may eventually be able to call wererats without the flute but cannot as yet do so...

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: DahliaRose on

are Fey allowed ?? I'm confused because its aid that fairies were one of the races outed, but they aren't an option on the profile skeleton.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

They weren't in the skeleton because they haven't been used up to this point. You'd be our first fey. I will restrict you to either playing a seelie fey or one that is not full blooded, since unseelie fey are not permitted to legally enter the US. I have more information on the partial fey than on the full blooded but if you want to play one, I'm sure we can come up with something that works.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Cassie on

:blob9: fey are allowed! Holy Cow!

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: DahliaRose on

I was thinking of having a mongrel blooded Sidhe who has Selkie and Puca blood from a lesser fey parent. She'd be in exile or fleeing Europe because she knew or did something that another fey would want her dead for. So she'd come to the America's , posing as a shifter of the were variety to seek help. or something to that extent.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

I'd prefer to avoid mixed blood fey, based on the difficulty of figuring out how their powers would work. Besides, my interpretation is that Selkie are shapeshifters, with the ability being passed sexually, rather than through a bite. It would be difficult to enter the US masquerading as a shifter, mainly because there is a blood test that detects it.

One piece of advise I would give is to avoid trying to use World of Darkness for inspiration. We have a WoD thread and the Anitaverse does not function using those rules.

I've got no problem with your character being on the run either. Just be aware anything that you give me in your bio, I can potentially use it against you.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: DahliaRose on

I've never heard of world of Darkness, so I'm not sure what your referring to is the problem, but I suppose I'll look it up. Would I be forced to follow your interpretation if I choose to make a Selkie.

I'm also not sure if your last line is a threat or not. How do you mean "Use against you" as in RP related, if that's the case wouldn't that be the point to it.

And what if I made a straight blooded Puca,would there be problems with that?

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

I'll answer your questions in order. World of Darkness is the gaming system that includes Vampire the Masquerade, Werewolf the Apocalypse. It is the system the Bloodlines thread and the Department 7 thread use but it is not used in the Anitaverse.

We will come up with an interpretation of the selkie between us.

It is a moderator's threat. If you give me a villain in your history that likes to eat babies and wants to use your character's skull for a drinking cup, he just might show up knocking on your character's door.

We would also need to come up with an interpretation of the puca between us.

We can do that through the Private Message system, rather than filling the bio board.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Wyn on

MEMBER NAME: Arwyn

CHARACTER NAME: Seren Jacobs

(https://i.ibb.co/BT5FRGb/Seren.jpg)

RACE: Lycanthrope; Snow Leopard

AGE: 25

SEX: Female

HAIR: Brownish-blonde

EYES: Milky-blue

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Seren stands a whooping 4'10" and weighs in at only 105lbs, maybe 110 when wet.

In her were from she is generally larger than her natural feline counterparts; however she is much smaller than the other were-cats. Her long tail, one of the things giving her, her, added length.

She has shoulder length brownish-blond hair, which translates into tan colored fur as a snow leopard. Her eyes are a milky blue color, very indicative of her being born blind.

Her fingers tips are calloused from having spent her life reading Braille.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: She has a scar from when she had to have her appendix taken out.

CHARACTER HISTORY: Seren's parents meet while working a dig in college, one being an anthropology student and the other being an archeology student. They would eventually marry and have two children, the eldest being her brother Timothy, and Seren.

When she was born, it became very apparent that her eyes hadnï¿½t developed beyond the initial formation of the eyeball. Both parents were thrown into a world that they would never understand, having to learn how to teach a blind child.

When it was time to start teaching her simple things like the alphabet they had to order special books with Braille. Seren received her first Braille machine when she was five.

It became apparent to her elder sibling that having a blind sister was a benefit; finding out what their parents had planned for special occasions was just a simple question. Granted before obtaining her were form she limited to a certain distance. Or to find the fresh baked cookies that were hidden from them.

At fifteen she was rushed into the hospital by concerned parents, she was complaining about back pain that wouldn't go away. It is determined that she is suffering from acute appendicitis. She's rushed into surgery to have it removed before it can rupture. During the process she is given blood that hasn't been thoroughly screened; as such she contracts Snow Leopard lycanthrope.

Her parents and brother are extremely surprised the first time she goes through the change, they don't know what to do, except leave the large cat alone. Any time they came within a certain distance of the cat, it would hiss and blindly swipe at them. They closed the door to the den area of the house and let her sleep there.

The family soon relocated to a rural home, with enough space for her to roam at night; they also made sure that she would have enough food to eat while she was in her cat form, knowing that she wasn't able to hunt for herself. They sought out the local pard, hoping that she would be accepted by the group.

The Nimir-Raj, barred her from joining the pard, citing her natural blindness as a hindrance in helping with the hunts that they would conduct from time to time. So in being cut off from others of her kind has deprived her of learning about the social structure, and she doesn't understand why she needs to touch either her mother or her brother when she's in a heighten emotional state, like extreme fear or agitation. Feeling that she's disturbing her family by the touching she tries to curb the instinct, developing a habit of tapping a finger on her cane when she's not moving, or on her thigh when she has to walk somewhere.

Seren, over time learned how to use her whiskers and tail, much like she used her cane to navigate around.

She's come to Settle with her mother, who's been offered a job as department head of Anthropology at the Burke Museum of Natural History and Culture. She's been known to help out in the archives, where they clean objects found at dig sites, she treats it like reading braille.

PERSONALITY: Seren is soft spoken, making her seem timid, but that isn't necessarily the case. Because of her blindness she is an extremely cautious individual.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: As both human and were-snow leopard her sense of smell and hearing have heightened to compensate for her lack of visual references, as such this makes her a very good scent tracker.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: None; she tends to avoid fights due to her blindness, which makes it hard to fight.

LOVE/LIKES: Listening to the world go by her, since she can't see the ugliness that comes with being civilized she likes to imagine the people around her in ways that would make others laugh.

HATES/DISLIKES: People who try to coddle her, just because she is without sight doesn't mean she's an invalid; it just means she does things a lot differently; and sometimes slower.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: being separated from her cane, it is her lifeline in her human form; being cornered by an overly aggressive lycanthrope.

DREAMS/IDEALS: Prove to her family that she can live either alone or with other lycanthropes; being accepted into a pard.

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS

SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES:

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

I have a few questions that I would like you to answer.

What does she do for a living?

How did her former Pard react to her blindness?

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Wyn on

She doesn't have a job currently, though she has been known to help out at the museum cleaning some of the finds in the archeological department.

She wasn't a part of a pard, in her former hometown, they rejected her seeing her blindness as a weakness.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Okay. I'd like you to expand a little on the affect being rejected has had on her as a wereleopard. All lycanthropes need physical contact from their own kind and she has grown up without it....

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Wyn on

Edited the profile to add in her lack of a pard experience...hopefully that helps out.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

It does. Nicely done.

This bio is APPROVED for use in the Anitaverse.

We'll get you started tomorrow, hopefully.....

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: CrowsEye on

MEMBER NAME: CrowsEye

CHARACTER NAME: Francis Wheeley

RACE: Were-swan. "Ya've got were-wolves, were-leopards, the Queen of the city's a were-swan. I don't see why ya gotta be so surprised by the whole thing."

AGE: 28

SEX: Male

HAIR: Very little
EYES: Buggy and blue

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Not a very tall man, Francis stands at 5'4", and weighs a whopping 114 pounds. Long fingers and limbs, with knobbly joints connecting everything. His hair, while not necessarily completely gone, is certainly on its way out.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: He has various cuts and scars across his body, as he tends to be beaten on often if a tougher customer is getting information from him they don't want to hear, or if they just don't like the look of him [which is a great amount of people].

CHARACTER HISTORY: Growing up in the slums of Boston as the runt of the litter [being the first of 6, no less] is pretty difficult. He was never good at sports, and he was never particularly good with people, either. He wasn't so bad that he ended up taking his mother to the prom, but he certainly remembers her offering. [Francis didn't end up going to Prom at all.] What he was good at, though, was listening. Hearing things, and being able to figure out the difference between the bullshit and the truth. After graduating from high school with unremarkable grades, he decided he was tired of the east coast and would try his luck on the Pacific front as a journalist.

It didn't pan out.

Instead, he wound up being homeless in San Francisco for a time. His knack for information-gathering was lucky for him, because he kind of became a 'go-to guy' for the what's what in the city. It didn't matter who they were or their status in the city, he could find out things you wanted to know and clue you in on them. This would sometimes get him into sticky situations, but it was nothing that he couldn't hide from long enough that they'd go away. He always made a good impression on the various private detectives he'd talk to and eventually became friends with. Eventually, though, San Francisco grew to be too dangerous [due to a particular bit of information that he got involving a target on his own back] and headed North, to Seattle.

FRANCIS EXPLAINS HIS BEING TURNED

"Yeah, there's not really that many of us. But hey, I ain't alone. It happened in San Francisco, right?"

He speaks with a heavy inner-city Bostonian accent. His voice it somewhat high-pitched, and a little nasally. (Imagine Steve Buscemi's voice.)

"I'm pretty much just homeless at this point, and I liked to hang out in this park up near the Haight. A lot of good hippies there, a lot of good hobo hiding spots, and I just liked the scenery. It was pretty. In any case, I'm in this park, and I haven't eaten in a few days, and then I see this lady. She's an old little thing, sitting on a bench, and tearing apart a sandwich. It's a big fuckin' sandwich, y'see? Like this."

He holds up his hands a fair distance apart from one another.

"And this lady is just tearing it apart and feeding it to the goddamn pigeons. So I think to myself, 'I could use this sandwich more than the pigeons.' And so I go up to the lady and ask her if I can have her sandwich, I haven't eaten in weeks, yadda yadda, and then outta nowhere all of these fuckin' pigeons jump onto me and start tearin' me apart."

Francis waves his arms wildly over his head. "I'm flappin' and screamin' and gettin' clawed and scratched up by a bunch of filthy birds, and then this grandma starts whackin' me over the head wit' her umbrella callin' me a scallywag or some shit, I couldn't understand what she was sayin', and so I cheese it outta there, back to my...I dunno, camp, I guess. I dunno what you'd call it."

He lets his hands go limp and they fall to his sides. He speaks resignedly. "Next thing I know, I'm shrinking outta my pants and I'm a goddamn swan. The fuckin' big birds that honk at you and tear you up soon as look atcha. Anyway, this kinda helps me with my work, but god dammit. Of all the luck, I'm the one asshole that gets turned into a wereswan. Turns out that lady was some kinda Romani bitch-witch that's got a thing for birds. You've got werewolf packs and wereleopard prides or whatever-the-fuck, and then you've got me. It's not like I can call on someone else for help or anything. I can't just hop onto a forum and say, 'Oh, hey, my were-swan brothers, what's the word' or anything like that either. I mean..."

He goes on about this for a while longer. He's not homeless anymore, but he certainly isn't what one would call well-off.

PERSONALITY: He's not the most likable, but that's probably due more to his appearance and voice than anything. He's a friendly enough guy, though doesn't trust many people easily [due to the nature of what he does and the varying savoriness of the folks he does business with]. He'll act aloof towards someone at first, but if he has good enough reasons to trust someone, he'll let them in fully. He complains about a lot of things, because he's easily irritated. A bit craven, as well.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Lockpicking, information gathering, stealth, and can take a beating rather well

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: If absolutely, totally no other option exists but for him to fight, he'll rely on his [extremely illegal] butterfly knife.

LOVE/LIKES: Ritz crackers ["Don't judge me, I liked these before I turned into a bird-man."], titty-mags, a good sandwich ["And I mean good, not like the shit you get outta vending machines. I've had enough of food like that."], having someone who's got his back.

HATES/DISLIKES: Cats ["Do you know how many birds are killed by housecats every day in the city? Do you also know how depressing it is that I have to know that so I don't killed by someone's little furball?"], violence, assholes who think they run the place, pigeons.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Cats, mostly.

DREAMS/IDEALS: "Maybe...yeah. The thought that someday I'll be able to do more than be a top-notch snitch. Or somethin."

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: He's well tuned to the pulse of the city due to his nature as an information broker. That's about all that really needs to be said, I suppose.

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Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: CrowsEye on

I enjoy a good pun every now and then.

I honestly know fuck-all about the Anitaverse, so that's news to me. And so it fits into the proper universe, I'm totally okay with his being a were-swan. I've changed his bio to reflect that update. :D

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Trellin on

OK, I would not normally post this here but since I have less knowledge than anyone else on this site about Anitaverse (yes, even you. You know who I'm talking about) I have found this extremely helpful just in terms of overview.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anita_Blake_mythology (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anita_Blake_mythology)

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

There are a number of good Anita Blake reference sites. The links are around here someplace.

MEMBER NAME: CrowsEye

CHARACTER NAME: Francis Wheeley

Character approved. In time you will learn one of the biggest secrets in Seattle. Selling it will make you obscenely rich, if you find the right buyer. It might also make you a dead duck.....

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Trellin on

Quick draft, let me know what you think, Brian.

MEMBER NAME: Trellin

CHARACTER NAME: John Strong

RACE: Human

AGE: 28

SEX: Male

HAIR: Rich blonde, shoulder length and full with a touch of curl to it
EYES: Brilliant, emerald green

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 6'4", 225lbs with an extremely muscular, athletic build

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: When he was 13, he was injured in an accident that left a small scar on his left shoulder. While attending UT in Austin he got a tattoo of jersey number (10) over the schools longhorn silhouette, on his right bicep.

CHARACTER HISTORY: John grew up in Grandview, Texas, one of the smallest towns in Texas. He was an only child, raised by his father, James, an automobile mechanic. His mother died in a car accident when he was 3 years old.
Grandview was so small that it's single school housed grades k-12 but it was built along Interstate 35, less than 45 minutes south of Dallas. He hated Grandview and the shining lights of the nearby metropolis and the disgusting sneers of the vast number of traveler's that were constantly passing through town never let him forget how tiny and worthless his life was. He swore he would never end up like his father, a pathetic drunk in a town of a less than 2,000 people, who had been broken by the death of his mother.

John had three things going for him. He was extremely athletic from an early age, he lived in Texas where football was the dominant religion and he had a drive to do whatever it took to succeed.
Sports seemed to come naturally to him and he was a local athletic celebrity before he finished middle school. He was pushed early on by his coaches to play the quarterback position. He could throw farther with better aim than anyone had seen but for some reason, this always tired him out much faster than playing in a receiving position. He had no explanation for it but it made him uncomfortable so he stuck to his guns and avoided the quarterback position. Also, he didn't like the fact that while he wore less padding than anyone else at the same time he was the target of every kid larger than he was.
He got his explanation one day when he was 13. His father was in a full blown bender one Saturday evening. He had long ago learned that when his dad was like this he could wander around town all night and his dad would rarely say a word to him. He came home late, around 1:30AM, expecting his dad to be passed out in his recliner. Instead what he found when he walked in was his father sitting in the recliner wide awake, drunkenly placing his finger on the trigger of the rifle that he had placed butt down on the floor with the barrel under his chin. He stopped, frozen for a moment watching his father's finger. He felt one of those strange, perfect moments. Like the instant you know a catch is going to be good or you know that your bat is going to connect perfectly with the baseball. With a cry, he reached out and yanked the rifle barrel towards himself. Two things occurred during this moment, pulling the rifle towards himself caused the rifle to fire and by sheer chance, the bullet grazed his left shoulder leaving a trail of blazing pain, and two, he hadn't moved from the doorway.
Between the flash of pain and the abject horror father felt at himself and what might have been, John was in shock. They managed to cover it up when the police arrive by telling them that his father had been drunk and decided to clean the rifle when John had walked into the room and startled him. They didn't seem to buy it but since there were no witnesses and his father was clearly drunk, they left them at the hospital with the admonishment to make sure that Jamesâ€™s weapons were locked up when he decided to go on a bender. God bless small towns.
From then on, John started paying closer attention to his, "perfect moments". He had assumed that everyone had them on a regular basis but now he began to wonder. As he began to explore the implications of what happened he began to wonder if he were a witch, and even worse than being burned alive, what would happen if anyone ever found out what he could do? He was pretty damned certain that people would say he was a cheater and a liar for all of his accomplishments and not let him play, even if he could find a team that was willing to have him, which he seriously doubted. He came to a simple resolution; Tell no one, ever, for any reason, and, since if caught he knew at best his future was over, learn everything he could about what he was and learn how not to get caught doing it. He couldn't help that he could do what he could and other people couldn't, so why not use it? After all, most boys wanted to play football but no one cried foul when they weren't born as big or strong as the kids playing linebackers. They just accepted it as a fact of life and moved on.
By the time he was in high school he had won so many trophies and awards that it seemed he couldn't fail. He wasn't the only person to excel by any stretch but it quickly became apparent to him that by dedicating himself to football, he would have his way out. His senior year in high school his team was undefeated and they school was awarded the National High School Football Championship. The scouts fell over themselves beating a path to his door and he knew a professional career would give him everything he had ever desired.
He finally decided on the University of Texas in Austin where he became a record setting wide receiver; This was based on a number of factors not the least of which were the facts that it was a perfect stepping stone to his professional career, the school would do their best to make it easy for him academically and he had a full athletic scholarship paying his way. Life was exceedingly good for a football hero in Texas.
While he was in college he was exposed or given access to many new things and by the time he graduated, there were two things that had been rooted in his habits. These were martial arts and gambling. Martial arts he began practicing after a lecture and demonstration given by a guest speaker showed the team how even the smallest and weakest individual could generate results far exceeding what brute force alone could create. It also had the advantage of being much less embarrassing than yoga or dance. Gambling he picked up because it was fun and an easy way to make money. It was fun to see if he could pin the rolling dice down on the right numbers playing craps. As long as he was careful and didn't get caught, which was its own kind of fun, it was an easy win to bet on his games, especially if he didn't bet on the win or loss but on specific stats that he could control. He didn't need the money, really, it was just exciting.
He graduated with a degree in Psychology and a minor in public relations, expecting that these degrees were relatively easy and would gain him maximum leverage to parley a successful career in the NFL into a successful career as a sports commentator, coach or possibly politics.
When he graduated, he was drafted into the pro's and given a lucrative contract with the Seattle Seahawks. His plans for the future were unfolding exactly as he had always envisioned them.
He found professional ball MUCH more lucrative, he did not lack for money. He continued to gamble but they were always small bets made purely for the fun of it. He bet as a habit about anything. Everything from playing darts, to pool games. He tried to avoid football because it would be pure stupidity to lose everything he had worked so hard for now but he still made the occasional bet for fun.
The only thing to mar his perfect life was the game itself. Playing in the pro's was infinitely more difficult than he had anticipated. Physically and mentally it was far more demanding than he had dreamed. While he was in the best mental and physical condition of his life he found that his fatigue levels at the professional level were higher than they had been since he first began to actively explore what he was capable of. He knew from his earliest lessons that extreme fatigue was not a good sign. Including his gunshot wound he'd landed himself in the hospital 3 times in his life, all three times because his use of his abilities and all three had made him very aware of his mortality. He continued to improve for the first 6 months or so but after that his conditioning seemed to plateau. Halfway through his second year with the Seahawks, he finally gave in to a shortcut and began taking steroids.
He began to notice an almost immediate improvement. His game got better, his career soared, he was unstoppable and he knew it. Life was good. Six months later, he brought home a few fan girls in the name of stamina training and one of them stumbled onto his stash. Who knew she would be some kind of goody-goody when it came to steroids. After she reported it, an investigation began. He probably could have lived with the suspension, even if it was for a year. Unfortunately, once the snowball began rolling downhill, it quickly became an avalanche. His tendency to bet on everything made people suspicious and eventually his gambling on games was revealed. They went all the way back to his college career.
It was done at that point. No matter how small or easily overlooked his gambling infractions in the NFL were, once they found out about him betting real money all the way back to college, he was doomed. It didn't take them long to hand down a verdict of suspended for life from the NFL.
His career was over just as it had gotten started and no one in any field remotely related to sports wanted anything to do with him. He was starting over but now he had extra handicaps. He sold his most extravagant and expensive toys, bought a smaller house and tried to figure out what to do with his life. He spent most of his time trying not to grow bitter about the fact that any one of the things he had done would never have been enough to end his career and maintaining his physical condition. He had thrown out the steroids in disgust. He didn't see much point in taking them any longer. He did decide that his dad had a point and sometimes there was a reason to be a drunk.
He thought briefly about becoming a cop, thinking that his skills, looks and degrees would serve him well but the requirements for improper pharmaceutical drug use alone ended that. Finally, in desperation, he decided to start his own business. He figured if his skills and degree would work well for being a cop, they would probably work well for being a private investigator. He promptly went out and got his concealed handgun license, business license, his private investigator license and rented out some office space.
Three years later, John has gained a number of insights. Being a private detective is rarely glamorous. Cops are usually complete dicks but a necessary evil to get any real work done in a reasonable amount of time. Seattle seems to have a large number of preternatural creatures. Learning to hide any non-trivial amount of money made from illegal activities, gambling for example, is a required life skill. He sucks at handling money.
He has also downgraded his office location four times and built up a strong reputation with the local pool hustling community.

PERSONALITY: John is deeply resentful and bitter about his lost career and his life in general. He thrives on people acknowledging his skill and prowess and feels that after all his effort and work to reach his goals his rewards were unjustly stripped from him. He drinks a lot and the only thing keeping him from being a full-blown alcoholic are his determination to not end up like his father and an almost obsessive drive to maintain himself in peak physical condition.
His only defense for his lack of purpose and feeling that he will die another has-been failure is adrenaline and the occasional client gratitude. The former he gets by taking unnecessary risks to life and limb. The latter he gets by taking hard luck cases where the client is so desperate that success virtually guarantees an effusive, abject gratitude.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Although (to the best of his knowledge) he has managed to keep his abilities a secret, John is telekinetic and, like most psychics, can be somewhat sensitive to the preternatural world.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: While he is an excellent shot, he prefers bare hands or blades for combat because in most cases it's a higher risk, the cops don't get as twitchy and he doesn't really think he will lose.

LOVE/LIKES: Being recognized, being hero-worshiped

HATES/DISLIKES: Being recognized, not being able to show the world what he is, knowing that the the people who used to think he was a hero will always view him with disdain and disgust no matter what he accomplishes.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Being one of the huddled masses and being thought of as a has-been. Never being able to overcome his mistakes.

DREAMS/IDEALS: Being admired by the public at large, regaining the superstar celebrity status he enjoyed in pro football.

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS

SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES:

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Just a couple of questions: How long has it been since his fall from grace? If it was too recent, it is likely people still remember him and likely don't think too kindly of his actions...

Has he got any connections to the preternatural community?

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Trellin on

It's been almost 4 years since his fall from grace. I figure that true football fans still remember him and have a good shot at recognizing him.

Given that he likes the risk and will take cases of both a questionable nature and a hardluck, no one else will help nature, I would say he's had some contact with the preternatural community and has an acquaintance or two that are friendly but he tends to play it off as just being sensitive to the preternatural world if people mention any power and tends to limit contact if they push him on it.
He does go occasionally to Le Cirque and knows the vampire Cherry Morgan.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Sounds good. Bio approved.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Wyn on

MEMBER NAME: Arwyn

CHARACTER NAME: Adalyn St. Croix

(https://i.ibb.co/3T8bqS8/Adalyn.jpg)

RACE: Lycanthrope; Rat

AGE: 19

SEX: Female

HAIR: Dark Chocolate (a natural mixture of brown and black)

EYES: Green

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Adalyn stands at a statuesque 5â€™7â€, she is fit from years of swimming in not only the neighborhood pool, but the strong waters of the Mississippi River.

She wears her hair about shoulder length, having found out that it was just easier to take care of it at that length.

Adalyn is prone to wearing shorts and a tank-top when itâ€™s warm, running around barefoot. When itâ€™s cool or cold she will consent to wear jeans and a sweater, with boots. She doesnâ€™t consider herself as a fashion savvy type of person.

As a rat she has the same coloring and markings as that of a German Shepardâ€¦Tan with a black saddle and black face markings. It is thought that she got this coloring as part of the attack on her mother.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: A star-like birth mark on her left knee

CHARACTER HISTORY: Adalyn was born to a large southern family, with a long history near Natchez, Mississippi. The only thing that marked her as different was the manner of her birth.

While very heavily pregnant with her, Adalynâ€™s mother was attacked by a young were-rat; this attack caused her to go into premature labor. As she was rushed to the hospital, the paramedics noted that there were vicious looking scratches and bites along her distended abdomen. They advised the doctors in the emergency room that they would need to do an emergency C-section.

Because of the nature of the attack the doctors ran a battery of test looking to see if the young mother had contracted the lycanthrope virus. When the blood work came up clean they were still very doubtful and kept a close eye on her for the month following the attack.

Since she was born at such a young age, the hospital staff feared that she really wouldnâ€™t make it at all. The family was ready for the grim fate that Adalyn might not survive, but it would seem that she was a little scrapper and wouldnâ€™t let fate take her from the world just yet.

As Adalyn grew there were things that pointed to the odd chance that she might have been infected, but her mother and father shrugged it off. Many people have strange metal allergies; so what if she would start to itch when she would come in contact with silver. Or that she didnâ€™t seem to get sick very often.

Then came her twelfth birthday, and the first time she would shift. It was a painful event and a very dangerous one as well. No one in her family or the local Rodere knew why it was that the virus seemed to have gone semi-dormant in her, acting as a hyped up immune system until just near her teenaged years, when it seemed to â€˜wakeâ€™ up. Her pediatrician had always figured that the markers of the virus were from the vaccine.

From age twelve to thirteen it was a rough year, she was sick for most of the time. Her parents deciding to take her out of school for the year, this is the year that she learns how to be a rat. She is accepted by the Rodere, they think she is a pugnacious runt of the litter.

When the state came asking about why she wasnâ€™t in school, her parent told them that they had decided to send her to private school, and were able to produce records of her attending a school run out of state, just on the Louisiana side of the river. The school was accredited to teach â€˜gifted childrenâ€™; because it was private and run by a Vargamor of the local pack on the Louisiana side.

It was not to say that the school was intended to be for different weres, but she did this as a favor for Adalynâ€™s family; having known them for years prior to the young girlâ€™s birth. As such Adalyn is both used to being around wolves and understands the pack hierarchy. She also understands that as an outsider she had to prove herself to the younger wolves all the time, this meant learning how to fight and well fight dirty if need be.

Though if ever asked she will say sheâ€™s happy being a rat.

Because it isnâ€™t considered a boarding school, Adalyn is able to go home via the schoolâ€™s private ferry, thus allowing her to be around the Rodere and her family.

She graduated with honors from the school, having become the schoolâ€™s â€˜petâ€™ rat; a term that she wore like a badge of honor, even though it was meant to be derogatory towards her. Soon after her graduation from the school she talks with her Rom about going away for college, when asked where it is she wants to go, she tells him to the University of Seattle for their College of Marine Conservation.
Her Rom goes about getting in contact with both Rodereâ€™s in Seattle, settling on Nickâ€™s Rodere, because he felt that the young Româ€™s views and aspirations would fit better than Astridâ€™s with Adalynâ€™s. He told her to meet with---

PERSONALITY: Adalyn was good natured as a child and that seems to have carried over as a young adult, but also has the spirit of a fighter, as was proven when she was born and turned for the first time, and making it through middle and high school years.

She doesnâ€™t seem to take offense to much of what people say about Weres in general. For her she views it much like one would view social prejudices that has been seen throughout the history of the human race.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: She has shown that she has alpha like abilities in that she can produce both her claws on her hands and her tail.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Claws, teeth and tail as a rat. In her human form sheâ€™s not much of a physical fighter choosing to smile and use humor to defuse any situation she finds herself in.
LOVE/LIKES: Life in general. To be specific she loves to spend her time near the water swimming.

HATES/DISLIKES: Not much, but if really pressed about it she would have to say people who like to play at being ignorant.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Being found out as a Rat and getting kicked out of University.

DREAMS/IDEALS: Getting her degree and becoming a productive member of the Rodere.

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: Is an excellent swimmer, having been on her high schoolâ€™s swim team and summers spent on the banks of the Mississippi River and her grandparentâ€™s pool.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Wyn on

More than likely Nick's Rodere, more because Adalyn's Rom would figure that Nick's views would be more in line with what she's used to from her own Rodere and her personal views. So I just need a sponsors name that she would be given by her Rom.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

This bio is APPROVED

Her sponsor in the Rodere is Anne, Nick's queen and bodyguard. Nick chose her in the hope that being a sponsor might mellow her a little.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Salamanth on

MEMBER NAME: Salamanth

CHARACTER NAME: Chinasa (ChiChi) Afolayan

RACE: Lycanthrope (Lion)

AGE: 23

SEX: Female

HAIR: Black

EYES: Dark Brown with golden flecks

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Chinasa is a tall slender African American. woman with an athletic build. Her hair is cut very short close to her head having a soft cap of tight afro curls. She has high cheekbones with almond shaped eyes and a heart shaped face. She has a rich chocolate skin tones with almost delicate features.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATTOOS: None

CHARACTER HISTORY: Chinasa or ChiChi (pronounced Sheenasa/SheShe)is first generation American, her parents,as well as several â€˜Aunts and fewer â€˜Uncles all having immigrated from some small, now forgotten, African country from the western part of Africa. The Afolayanâ€™s came to the good old USA and settled eventually on a ranch in Nevada not far from Las Vegas. The ranch was a safe haven for the were lion pride that lived there.

Chinasa was the first child born on the ranch . Born human it must be noted that the Afolayan Pride had infected the young child before she finishe her elementary education. This was not surprising as the neighbours would tell any who would listen about the strange folk that kept to themselves who had bought and moved into the old Frazier ranch. The gossips would lean in close and whisper to those who cared to listen about the foriegners and the fact those people were running some sort of commune. She spent her whole life learning from the pride how to be a lion and lycanthrope as well as passing for human in a world where they might have rights but prejudices still exist.

The ranch had an active herbal business going and when a tweenager ChiChi was taught about the traditional herbal medicines of her people. She became fascinated about what were the active chemicals in the herbs that helped heal calm or whatever. She became a honour student in science and by the time she through high school she had won several scholarships to Nevada University and majored in bio-chemistry with a minor in criminology.

Chinasa has graduated from university just recently now and has landed her first job as a Crime Scene Technologist with the Seattle PD. This has meant moving from Nevada to Seattle Washington and she is away from her pride for the first time and though scary it is also a very exciting time for the young woman with learning police procedure, honing her many skills and learning the ins and outs of Seattle's supernatural community.

PERSONALITY: Chinasa is a quiet serious young woman who has til university lived a very sheltered life. She is more outgoing then one would expect and has an adventurous side that unless you take time to know her will rarely come out.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Chinasa is an empathic sensitive allowing her to sense things others may miss. Her family never thought this was strange or remarkable but just meant she would be a medicine woman in her pride like her Aunt who trained her. Her empathy has let her know instinctively what needed to be done to help an ailing or hurt pride member.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Claw and fang without a doubt and her .38 police revolver

LOVE/LIKES: minimalist architecture and decor, running, hiking, reading and taking courses just for the fun of it.

HATES/DISLIKES: crowds, bad science and yellow journalism, intolerant people, poachers

FEARS/PHOBIAS: has no real phobias

DREAMS/IDEALS: To become the CST she possibly can be and help catch the bad guys and put them where they belong.

SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: The Afolayan pride left Africa because of the wereâ€™s being hunted to near extinction by the humans during the civil wars that ripped through their native savanna. The remnants of the pride immigrated to America and have kept pretty much to themselves slowly rebuilding their numbers.

(http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l11/Salamanth/Chinara_zps89d2062f.jpg)

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

The primary issue I have with this character is that female lycanthropes cannot carry to term because of the strain of the monthly shapeshifting. The only possibility would be to have the mother spend the entire pregnancy in lion form, which would likely stick the mother in lion form.....

Secondarily, the police are not yet on board with the idea of lycanthropic or vampiric cops.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Salamanth on

That is why I chose a CST as they do carry ID but are auxillary support people like the civilian liaison to the department. A CST is not a cop, they have one purpose and that is to process and oversee the gathering and processing of the crime scene and evidence gathered making sure the chain of custody is kept to make as good a case and help put away the bad guys.

CSI is off on many things and the author of Bones novels who is a forensic medical examiner/coroner stated on several talk shows that a CSI does not interview the crininals sit in on interrogations or chase them down like in the TV shows. They only gather and process evidence! the end!

Yes they do carry a firearm but that is because the 'real' police can not be expected be expected to guard the technician the whole time it takes to go over a crime scene with a fine tooth comb. Criminals have been known to return to the scene of the crime and the idea is that a technician can use deadly force in protecting themself.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Okay.

Now, to address the 'shifter from birth' concept, there is a similar character a few posts above. If the mother became infected very late in her pregnancy, she could have given birth before the full moon and both mother and child would survive although both would be infected.

It will not give you any advantages in controlling your shapechange. The police are still reluctant to hire anyone who can go a little wiggy at the sight and smell of blood. If she has a job with the police, they do not know she is a shapeshifter.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Salamanth on

Check the bio changed that with a rewrite...was not going to fight for this The Afolayan's are were lions and how they get there is a family secret. I would like from birth and was thinking that but decided that it is most likely a rite of passage in the family.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

THis bio is APPROVED for us in the Anitaverse

Be aware that one of the recently murdered and skinned lycanthropes was Ben Rothwell, a very outspoken Lion shapeshifter, lecturer and advocate for preternatural rights.

He was one of two known lions in Seattle and the other female has dropped out of sight.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: azathothsneakerz on

MEMBER NAME: azathothsneakerz

CHARACTER NAME: Juan Patricio Reley Alvarez

RACE: Lycanthrope (Werewolf)

AGE: 27

SEX: Male

HAIR: A mess of black curls that falls to the bottom of his neck in the back, and stops right past his eyes in the front.

EYES: A bright amber color, with flecks of green and darker brown.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Juan cuts an imposing figure at 6 ft 4 and 255lb. He has a very low body fat percentage and it's pretty much immediately noticeable, he also has a very bronze complexion. Facial hair wise, Juan keeps a short, and some would say scraggly, beard with an unattached mustache. He's been described as conventionally handsome, but with perhaps too much muscle. He has thick dark eyebrows, long eyelashes, and full lips. His clothing style is pretty eclectic, but he is often caught wearing cowboy shirts.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: Erin Go Bragh tattooed in a Celtic inspired font over his abs in an arch. The Coat of Arms of Mexico tattooed in color on his right deltoid. He also has a bunch of crappy homemade tattoos randomly placed around his body, but none on his neck or face. The homemade ones aren't really worth mentioning.

CHARACTER HISTORY: Juan Alvarez was born in Mexico City to Marcos Juan Reley Rojas and Maria Soledad Alvarez O'Farril. His father was a railroad worker and his mother was a homemaker. He had two older brothers, an older sister, and two younger sisters. Juan always felt connected with his family, but being in the middle meant he received less attention than some of his siblings. Because of this he fell in with a bad crowd early in his teenage years. The main reminder in his life of this time period is all the shitty homemade tattoos he has. Towards the latter half of his time as a teenager he became more enamored with Lucha Libre, which he had always enjoyed.

After deciding it was what he wanted to do with his life, Juan searched out and found a Lucha Libre family that agreed to take him in and teach him the sport. He took the name John Riley for his wrestling name, John Riley also supposedly was one of his ancestors. When he wrestled he did so with a Luchador mask that was colored green, white, and orange. He was a fairly popular figure in Mexico City wrestling, and made a decent living. After a few years time he decided to go to Japan to work in the wrestling circuit there for a while. He did well, not nearly as well as in Mexico though. After another couple of years he was approached by an independent wrestling organization in the United States. He quickly agreed to sign with them.

In the United States he wrestled all across the country in the independent circuit. He went through multiple gimmicks during this time period, as well as multiple turns from baby face to heel and back again. Though his life was good at the time, he missed his family who he did not get to see very often. He also wasn't doing well on the female front. Despite being a tall, dark, and handsome man with a sexy accent, he wasn't good at talking to the fairer sex. Wrestling groupies came and went, but he could never find a relationship.

Eventually Juan made it up to the big leagues of televised professional wrestling. He did so under the stage name of "The Hibernian". The character was an Irish themed Luchador, not far from the realm of his earlier incarnation as John Riley. The Hibernian character did well and he went from wrestling undercard matches, to having title shots as a headliner. There were Hibernian t-shirts, actions figures, pretty much anything the company could make to sell. Juan enjoyed the fame, even if it was masked fame. He made a considerable amount of money, more than enough to pay for his younger sisters to go to college, as well as buy his parents a nice new home. He met a woman named Liza during this time period, she was one of the female stars in the company. Things got serious between the two of them very quickly, and Juan bought a house in her native Seattle. They initially made plans to get married, but it all fell apart as quickly as it came together. It wasn't anyone's fault. It just so happened to work out that way.

Juan had been a juicer since before he became a Luchador. He had always been lucky that it hadn't stunted his growth, or that he never picked anything up from it during the years he used it most heavily while sharing needles. Recently however he hasn't been as lucky. Somehow he shared a needle with a man at his exclusive gym who must of been infected with lycanthropy from a bad batch of the vaccine, and had not gone through the change yet. When he went to get a blood test done he got a nasty shock. That shock wasn't nearly as nasty as his first full moon though. The major wrestling company he worked for has a policy against werewolves in the ranks of their performers. So for the time being they have let him go from actively wrestling, but have promised to call him back if they start using werewolves in the live sports entertainment. For the time being he is still on the company's payroll, and makes appearances in character as the Hibernian, as well as doing color commentary and running a blog on the company's website. He currently resides outside Seattle in the large home he bought for himself and his ex-fiance.

PERSONALITY: Juan is an affable sort of man. He's also intensely loyal, especially to his family. He is somewhat religious, what one would call a "lapsed catholic". He is determined when the situation dictates it, and can be stubborn.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Juan comes from a background in Lucha Libre, and as such is incredibly agile. Even at his height he managed to stay true to the high flying performance of Lucha. He is also used to putting his body through an incredible amount of punishment. Also, it may not be a special ability per se, but Juan prides himself on his only slight accent.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: His body, and all the rocking kick ass wrestling moves that go with it.

LOVE/LIKES: Family, music, jewelry, wrestling, the occasional alcoholic beverage, and history (dirty secret).

HATES/DISLIKES: Junkies, racists, anything that offends his sensibilities.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Your typical stuff, like loss, and death, but also snakes. Seriously, fuck snakes.

DREAMS/IDEALS: To meet a nice girl and have a big family, also to get to wrestle again.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

My only (very minor) thought is that the infected blood came from somebody who got a bad immunization shot and had not experienced their first change, rather than an actual full werewolf. No werewolf in their right mind would:

A: Share needles - the risk of passing on the infection is too great

B: Use steroids - their metabolism would burn out the injection before they would get enough benefit from it to make juicing worth while

Of course somebody might have been trying an experimental drug, reputed to produce 'results like you've never seen before'. If that was the case, it is true. You can damned near bench press a compact car now....

Beyond that, I have no problems with the character. I assume the Hiberian's mask was similar to John Riley's? The mask is likely the only thing that has kept you from being recognized on the streets.

Also, you are one of the contenders for the recently vacated position of bodyguard to the Ulfric, if you want it....

This character is APPROVED for use in the Anitaverse

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: azathothsneakerz on

It was late by the time I got around to making the bio haha, I didn't think that part through rationally. I changed the line to reflect him sharing a needle with someone who got a bad immunization and hadn't realized it. I liked both of your ideas as to how it could of happened, ultimately I decided this way fit his personality more.

The Hibernian mask is almost identical to the John Riley mask, except for the Hibernian one being a lot glossier, where the John Riley one was more subdued.

Bodyguard to Ulfric Stormcloak? Hell yeah I'm in. SKYRIM IS FOR THE NORDS.

:)

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

More like Ulfric Ramone 'Lobo' Garcia Ramirez Valenzuela...

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Electra on

I'm not sure I get the bios part and there's no way I will remember the whole list so I hope I can edit this as I have to go back for each question..

Name- Electra

Characters name- Electra

Sex- female

Hair- Black

Eyes- swirling green/black/gold

Discription- She's kind of tall but not much is known about her physical description at this time because she wears a cloak.

Scars/tatoos- she does have tattoos but keeps them well hidden. Yes she has scars again well hidden.

Character History- when she was young she watched as her whole family was slaughtered and then burned. Having been told to run and hide in their special place by her Mother all she could do was watch in horror as her golden eyed mother, her black eyed father and her brother with green eyes just like hers was killed.unable to move from where she was at several days passed before a long white haired man found her nearly dead. He picked up the child and took her to his home/cave that went deep into the mountain. Upon awakening she fought, bit and clawed liked a wildcat until finally the words he kept saying registered in her mind... Revenge can be yours, Retribution can be delivered... Do you want these things and more! Yes she does.. So she studied under this druid priest for more years than she knew before she was ready. Now she's ready!

Personality- Quietly observant, she learns all about her opponent first before deciding if they are innocent or guilty. Before delivering retribution upon her masters instructions.

Special Abilities- A spell caster, she can see into the not so distant future, while the past is a different matter. Her mentor said her abilities can be endless as long as she keeps her personal feelings out of her druid duties. Invisibility, no problem. Spell throwing, no problem. Weaving protection spells against evil, no problem. Unless She ends up too close to the one she is sent to watch. Just watch, her mentor always says. Help only if you are needed. If there is a problem flash them here to me. Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Just one little mistake can she never live it down? Her eyes knows to much and can see all of the person within good or bad justifiable or not.

Weapons of choice- she carries the blue ball of the future, also she carries a staff which can be anything she needs and her hands which are deadly if not used with care.

Love/Likes- loves the night, likes to live in the shadows.

Hates/Dislikes- Hates murderers, dislikes having to kill when needed.

Fears/Phobias- None

Dreams/Ideals- Her dreams are not her own yet and ideals are unheard of.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Okay, where to start?

I assume that you are playing a human magician.

There are a lot of different ways to do magic in the Anitaverse and ALL of them involve ritual.

Shapechanging items do not exist, so no staff.

Clairvoyance is a telepathic ability, not a magical one.

What exactly is the 'blue ball of the future'?

So she was kidnapped by some white haired old guy after a family tragedy? Why didn't the police look for her? Does she have other family?

Have you read any of the Anita Blake books?

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Wolfinsummer on

MEMBER NAME: Wolfinsummer

CHARACTER NAME: Wyatt Collins

RACE: Lycanthrope (wolf)

AGE: 46

SEX: Male

HAIR: Brown/grey

EYES: Hazel

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5’11” with a wiry frame of lived in muscle and sinew. No matter how often he shaves, it always seems like he is a day or two shy of a clean shave.His skin tone speaks clearly of a gentleman who has spent his days under the Texas sun. His hazel eyes gleam with curiosity and an uncanny knack for observing his environment. Despite his general world weariness, he has a smile that comes easily. Wyatt can usually be found in what he deems as “business casual”, being jeans, a well ironed button down shirt, cowboy boots that have seen better days and a cream cowboy hat. Those that have been in his presence have said that he carries the aura of a man with wisdom that will be readily shared.

(https://i.imgur.com/XE2hNHU.jpg)

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATTOOS: Nothing of real note for a man that has lived into his forties, apart from the residual, remarkably clean, glistening lines from the wolf attack that changed him.

CHARACTER HISTORY: Spent his life as an activist in Texas, being a loud opponent of bigots and earning him the ire of many "good old boys”. His father was a civil rights attorney. Studied political science and history at Austin. Turned in his early 20's, while camping with some friends. He kept going to the same rallies, but also added "varmint rights" to his list of causes. Worked as a lobbyist using his father's connections. Joined the Democratic campaign for Senator of Texas in 2018, in his mid 40's, to push for changes in the Varmint hunting laws. The loss was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He was sick and tired of people's worst instincts guiding them, so he packed up and moved to Seattle, looking for a place as different as could be from where he was. He has no job yet, but enough money to live in his shitty apartment above a "Texas bbq" joint (that he always complains about). He has little interest in pack politics, feeling more than a little "burned out". Dresses and talks like a cowboy, unless you get him on a Social Justice topic. He knows his history and he understands faction politics, but would need to be "convinced" to do more then sit back and comment wryly.

PERSONALITY: Tired, but never too tired to stand up for the marginalized, but still manages to be surprisingly laid back with a good dollop of southern charm. Speaks with a polite frankness, has no issue with delivering the truth, but it is always served with respect and dignity. The fire of his convictions still burns, but not so much as it did in his tempestuous youth. Wyatt would always choose well appointed words over physical acts, but has no issue standing his ground when the chips are down.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: He has a calm collected manner and a gift for speech that makes him an ideal communicator. His knowledge of history and politics also make him a good advisor to a leader of any type.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: He is a pacifist who abhors violence. He has a revolver that he hasn't fired in over 20 years (family heirloom), and in his Hybrid form he is a killing machine (like most Werewolves)

LOVE/LIKES: quality BBQ. Art (painting).

HATES/DISLIKES: Bigotry, Bullies, most vampires (sees them as inherently selfish)

FEARS/PHOBIAS: The systemic lock up of Lycanthropes/other supernaturals, losing control when shifted

DREAMS/IDEALS: Freedom for Lycanthropes in the southern states/across the world.

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Several of the pack have take to calling you Tex after a very brief period of calling him Wyatt Earp.

Patrick Goldman is the pack Fenris (challenger for the position of Ulfric) and also the lawyer that successfully defended Lobo. He'd be more than willing to employ someone with Wyatt's background.

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MEMBER NAME: Wyn

CHARACTER NAME: Robyn Goodfells

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RACE: 1/16th Fey (sylph)/Human

AGE: 35

SEX: Female

HAIR: Light Blue/White

EYES: Tri-colored; outer ring-lavender-blue of the sky at sunrise; middle ring-clear blue of a spring day; inner ring-grayish-blue of a coming storm

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Robyn stands at a generous 5’11”, and has the willowy blend of her fey ancestry, but thankfully it’s not the ‘oh look I’m a 12 yr. old boy’ type of build.

She wears her hair in a pixie cut, telling people that having your own personal wind is hell on long hair. Plus with her job at the cop shop she didn’t need to have any extra handles for perps to grab onto in a fight.

When not in uniform she likes to wear jeans, biker boots, t-shirts, leather jacket and the ever present wraparound sunglasses.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS:

Compass Rose ‘tramp stamp’ with blowing wind clouds instead of the classic NESW markers.

CHARACTER HISTORY:

Robyn was raised away from her family, as she didn’t have enough of the blood to survive life in the mounds. She is descended a sylph line, so she is naturally drawn to air and wind based magics as this is part of her bloodline.

She was sent to a distant cousin that was extra pious (thump that bible). Said cousin always made her feel like she was dirty and damned because of her Mother being fey born and her father choosing to remain with her near the mounds.

So, as it is Robyn doesn’t hold much with anyone or any religion that touts Preternaturals are spawns of the devil and should be cleansed from the earth. She also believes that Malcom and his church of wingnuts are just as bad as the rest of them. These views are what had her kicked out of her cousin’s home finally when she was in her last year of high school.

With little hope of being able to afford to go to college Robyn applied for the police academy in New Albany, IN. She was one of the first few to go through the academy with the intention of being a magical/forensics crime scene tech. Her natural abilities with magic helped greatly. She would have remained in Indiana, but her then girlfriend got the chance to move to Seattle and she decided to move with her.

That the relationship fizzled as soon as they set foot in the ‘Emerald City’ the ex-gf just wanted the help of having a mover without having to hire an actual company. Robyn felt bad for about 6 months and then she said screw it and put in for the Spooky cops. It took her almost a year to get the transfer request approved, no one wants to be on the squad willingly.

PERSONALITY:

Robyn has been called, cold before and aloof as well. But when asked to describe herself in her own words she would say she’s shy at best and at worse insecure around new people. Having had the up bringing and sucky relationships she’s experienced it’s doesn’t come as a great shock that’s for sure.

SPECIAL ABILITIES:

Aeromancy: the ability to ‘see’ the future in the wind and air currents. (natural)

Minor command of the wind and the air; she is tied closest to the north winds.

She is trained is some lesser fey magic but tends not to use it because of how diluted her blood is.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE:

Her police issued gun when on duty.

Off duty she normally carries around a nice silver bladed dagger that was her great grandfather’s, or if her stabby stabby isn’t an option she goes for her personal gun.

LOVE/LIKES:
Plants and most animals, though she can do with out those evil little shytes known as squirrels, they eat her daffodil bulbs all the freakin’ time.

HATES/DISLIKES:

Enclosed modes of transportation, including but not limited to cars, buses, planes, elevators, trucks…et al

FEARS/PHOBIAS:

Having to deal with her nasty cousin

DREAMS/IDEALS:

Being told the nasty cousin died in a horrible plane crash.

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS

Robyn is most definitely bi-sexual.

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MEMBER NAME: Darkflame
CHARACTER NAME: Darien Walker
RACE: Vampire
AGE:109
SEX: Male
HAIR: Dark brown, almost black
EYES: Brown
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Darien is reasonably attractive, standing at an impressive 6'3", he still manages to not be intimidating unless doing it deliberately. He is often seen in a crisp dress shirt with the top few buttons undone and a vest with a pocket. The only jewelery he wears is a gold ring with a black stone on his right hand.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: Nothing visible
CHARACTER HISTORY: Although Darien doesnt care to talk much on his own personal history (he came from Ireland originally), there has been a lot of interesting history that has occured in his lifespan so far and he has no problem with talking about that, much of which in a way which seems he may have been a personal witness to the events, or perhaps knew someone close to it. Imagine.. thats the type of time frame in which you may have been travelling by horse when you were young, and now you have a sports car. Isn't modern life grand?
PERSONALITY: Darien can often come off as a narcissistic asshole, yet somehow annoyingly charismatic. Don't tell anyone, but underneath that, he's actually very loyal to those he considers "his people".
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Standard Vampire abilities. He is a young but not extremely powerful Master and has the ability to call Bats. Because of this, he is often seen with a small fruit bat in the pocket of his vest or clinging to his collar. Her name is Lucy.
Being from Moroven's line, he also has the ability to fly.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: His fists, or firearms are fine if needed.
LOVE/LIKES: The club scene, his pets
HATES/DISLIKES: Trouble, pissing contests (both figurative and literal)
FEARS/PHOBIAS: For the States to change thier mind on Vampire Citizenship
DREAMS/IDEALS: To open a second club
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SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES:
Darien is a music lover, but dont expect him to put classical on blast. He's always looking towards what's new, and often features local artists live at his club during the week.

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MEMBER NAME: Darkflame
CHARACTER NAME: Minnie Langston
RACE: Were-Leopard
AGE: 26
SEX: Female
HAIR: Dyed various shades of blue and purple (naturally a brown)
EYES: Brown
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Minnie is usually seen wearing black. She loves to mix girly things like lace with not so girly black leather and wears a lot of silvertone jewelery, sporting a few piercings as well as some tattoos. If it weren't for that, you would say she's pretty average. She's not particularly curvy or tall, but she's happy with that as it allows her a lot of freedom with her clothes.
DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: She sports several tattoos, most of which arent visible when clothed. The most notable are the crescent moon on her left breast and paw print on her inner thigh.
CHARACTER HISTORY: California. Sand, Sun, Money.... a lot of dreams got thier start in this promised land, but even more ended up in the gutter. It wasn't so bad if you kept a level head. You could really make some money off of the tourists, after all. The beach is the place to be. Go, get a tan, catch some waves, maybe have a fling, then head on home. Good times. Minnie was working at a hotel by the beach when she was infected. Remember that fling thing? Seems someone in the hotel hooked up with a leopard with a bad temper. She cut it off, he took it badly, and in the end there were 3 people dead and several more in the hospital. Most of the survivors recovered well, aside from some scars. Minnie wasn't so lucky.
The next couple weeks were a blur of craziness as she had to adjust to a whole new world. Obviously she had lost her job, her family was afraid of her, and she was clueless. When someone from the pard contacted her,it didn't get much better. The raj was an asshole, surrounded himself with women, made them do porn to make money- half of which he took as tribute. But what other choice was there? Hope that a vampire master took you in cause no one wants to employ a shifter and otherwise you'd be on the streets?
When Catherine came through town with stories of this pard in Seattle... it was unbelievable. So she saved her cash, stashed it somewhere safe, and gtfo when she could. She told no one her plans. Just snuck off and got on a bus with her money and a bug out bag.
PERSONALITY: Minnie can be abit rough around the edges and likes telling it how it is, but has a soft side hidden underneath
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Partial shape change
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: claws and teeth while in leopard form, usually goes with a knife she carries on her in human form
LOVE/LIKES: alternative and rock music, tattoos, motorcycles
HATES/DISLIKES: arrogant assholes
FEARS/PHOBIAS: to get stuck as a piece of meat again
DREAMS/IDEALS: to have the freedom to explore her posibilities

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SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES:
Being forced to work in the porn industry has made Minnie a bit disillusioned about sex. It's not that she doesn't like sex, its just that its not personal or about emotion.

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MEMBER NAME: goosekat

CHARACTER NAME: Willard Montgomery

RACE: Rat

AGE: 35 (looks 17)

SEX: Male

HAIR: Dirty Blond, curly and unruly

EYES: Storm Grey

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: (Human) Willard (never, ever Will or Willy) stands at an even 6’ in bare feet. His dirty blond hair is worn short in a vain attempt to keep the unruly locks under control. He is continuously sweeping an errant lock out of his eyes. Storm grey eyes peer out of a perpetually youthful face making him look almost 20 years younger than he is. A mirthful grin almost never leaves his lips and even continues up to the depths of his eyes. Willard is a solid 265 pounds of muscle well honed by years of training in various martial arts and military academies.

(Rat) Willard has a blond coat with rust and light ash streaks. His fur is slightly curled making it look at if he has recently had a wave perm. His grey eyes hold a high degree of intelligence.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATTOOS: A tattoo of the Montgomery family coat of arms on his left thigh, the scar from a knife attack on his right side between the 6th and 7th ribs, whip marks criss cross his back, circular burn scars on the back of both thighs (from cigars).

CHARACTER HISTORY: Willard had a hard to start life. He was born in Portland where he lost both parents to a drunk driver when he was just 10 months old and was then placed into the foster care system as no other family could be located. The first dozen or so homes were good to him, giving him the love and nurturing that every young child needs. Starting at the age of three the care in the homes started to go down hill. At first it was just him being ignored and left alone but it quickly graduated to physical abuse with each seceding placement. The abuse lasted for years, all of his complaints to his teachers, the police and even Child Services were ignored. As soon as Willard was old enough he started taking on odd jobs and using the money to pay for martial arts classes. At the age of thirteen Willard petitioned the courts for emancipation. After hearing about all the abuse, seeing the scars on his body and the fact that the proper authorities had so far failed to do anything to rectify the situation his petition was granted.

As soon as the court granted the emancipation, Willard joined a local military academy. Instead of giving him the safety and structure he needed in his life, the abuse continued. He left that academy and enrolled in another in California. The hazing and abuse was even worse at the new school so another transfer was made. This pattern continued across the country for the next five years until he turned 18 and he abandoned his attempt at finding any structure in the military. He managed to enroll in a community college in Ohio and graduated near the top of his class. After graduation he landed a job at a private investigation firm in Cleveland and worked there until he was infected on the job at the age of 28. The firm gave him a decent severance package which allowed him to leave Ohio and move westward, finally settling in Seattle. Three months after he moved to Seattle he joined the Rodere that Nick now runs. Willard had kept his head down and stayed quiet, hoping to not draw too much attention to himself under the old king.

PERSONALITY: Willard is a quiet, easy going guy that hears much and sees even more. He always has a mirthful grin on his lips which continues up and into his eyes. He has a quirky sense of humor that not everyone enjoys or understands. Willard puts 110% into any and every job he does, giving it his full and undivided attention. He is not above taking on menial manual labor if that is what is required of him.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: As a mid-level alpha Willard has the uncanny ability to attract rats to him (this ability will never be strong enough to affect shifters).

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Tooth, Claw, Dagger, 9mm Beretta semi-automatic pistol

HATES/DISLIKES: Hates abusive people especially parents or those who are supposed to protect those weaker than themselves

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Not being able to protect those he has sworn to protect

DREAMS/IDEALS: Willard would love to be able to open his own Private Investigation service that would specialize in assisting Shifters

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS
SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESN’T FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: Willard has been searching for any family members that may be out there somewhere since he was emancipated by the courts.

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Post by: Maxx on

Your bio seems to be a redressed vampire because it makes reference to his ability to call rats. Please edit to correct

You do realize I now need to create a sidekick for him named Ben.

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Post by: Lady_Cynara on

Just pointing out, in the books, Alpha shifters do sometimes have the ability to control regular animals of their type. In the very first book Raphael can control the rats that Nicholas sends to torment Anita in the dungeon.

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Post by: LadyJallyn on

backing this up sir this is indeed a alpha trait that can manifest. Refer to our talks about brandy calling over the leopards fromt eh trees over at the zoo

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I present people's exhibit A....

SPECIAL ABILITIES: As a mid-level master Willard has the ability to call rats (this ability will never be strong enough to affect shifters).

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Goosekat on

Yeah, yeah.... I threw it together last night while my lower back and thighs were spasming so bad I thought I was going to rip muscle. Fix has been made.

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@Brian. I was wondering if anyone would get the name reference lol. Giving him a companion named Ben would just be icing on the cake.

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Post by: Maxx on

I'm going to approve him. Ben to follow.

Faceclaim?

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CHARACTER NAME: Lorne Swan

RACE: Wereswan

AGE: One million years – No, he’s 23

GENDER: M

HAIR: Black

EYES: Gold Brown

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Lorne stands at about 6’0” with the willowy frame of lean muscle of a dancer – or a swan. His skin is a mid brown shade and he’s known to freckle on his nose, high cheek bones, and shoulders if he spends a lot of time in the sun. His eyes are almond shaped and a brown that leans towards gold in good lighting. His hair grows in black and is currently shaved down quite close to his head. He has been accused of having RBF but he has a very nice smile.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: He has his septum pierced, and a smattering of tattooing done, mostly on his forearms. Flowers and feathers.

CHARACTER HISTORY:
As far as orphans go, Lorne was incredibly fortunate. He lost his parents when he was not quite a year old, before his mind was keeping memories. He was not present for the traumatic event and he was adopted very quickly by a kind middle class family who he has no problems calling Mom and Dad.

Patricia and Thomas Swan never made Lorne feel like he was anything less than their son despite the fact he was black and they were about the whitest people you could meet. They could give Lorne everything he’d ever want, except a sense of cultural identity.

Spending a lot of time in that strange and nebulous place where he was not black enough for the black kids and he’d certainly never be white enough for the white kids Lorne tried to find other things to define him. He’d try just about anything, dance, track, gymnastics, baseball, basketball, lacrosse, violin. He made a good team player but was not really above average at any of them. He was a bit of a late bloomer, but in the summer between grade 9 and 10 he shot up about 6 inches and finally got the punchline of the cosmic joke of his life.

He was a wereswan. His last name was Swan. And he was a wereswan. He was black and his last name was Swan, a black Swan Wereswan but not a black swan.

He took it with a grain of salt, he had a sense of humour if not a sense of identity.

The final years of high school were a whirlwind as they would be for anyone, coming to terms with a Swanlake style curse passed on from his biological parents was a revelation but it was intermixed with the general self realizing that happens in the high school years. His parents still loved and supported him and wanted to see him go to University, he continued to try and keep up with his extra curriculars and keep up with his circle of friends while reaching out to other people like him. Which now meant people who also struggled with their racial identity, people who put way too much on their plate all the time, people who spent their nights baking bread instead of sleeping, people who were maybe not straight – oh and also Wereswans.

Lorne went to University in Oregon where he studied Sociology and met Shale and Tatiana who were also Wereswans and, he’d come to find out, fellow queer people. Lorne felt this sense of connection that he had begun to believe wasn’t possible for him. They helped him research his biological parents, they helped him put words to feelings he’d had for so long, and deep down their was something instinctual that made being together feel good. Birds of a feather and all that.

His University days have come to a close though, Shale and Tatiana have plans back in their home cities where they had flocks waiting for them and Lorne…Lorne felt remised at the concept of giving up what he’d found.

He’d been told that there was a big group of Wereswans in Seattle, and so he is going to pursue his sense of belonging and begin the rest of his life there.

Afterall, it’s time to spread his wings.

PERSONALITY:
Lorne is a nice guy, he laughs easily and is usually the first one to point out his own short comings. Generally eager to please, more so in his younger years. But he’s still young, and there’s still a lot of that in him. He’s chasing after a sense of belonging and can be an overachiever which is a double edged sword, he gives his all but sometimes he doesn’t know where to draw the line and give up on something. He can be a little vain but what 20 something with an Instagram isn’t?

SPECIAL ABILITIES:
Turning into a swan is a pretty neat party trick, if he has anything else going for him it has yet to be discovered.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE:
Self defence; Lorne hasn’t seen many opportunities to throw hands outside of primary school, but he’s kept himself in shape and has some basic self defense courses under his belt. One would not currently call him a force to be reckoned with.

LOVE/LIKES:

-Bread! Especially baking it but who doesn’t love carbs? He is coming to Seattle with his sour dough starter.
-Gold, as a colour, on a very confident day he’ll wear a little gold eyeliner, and his septum jewellery is usually gold.
-Running/Dancing/Yoga, he still very much enjoys physicality, especially in a group or team setting though he’s better at things that don’t involve points (he can get competitive)
-Belonging – Inclusive spaces, friendly people, his family and friends, it’s kind of scary going off to Seattle all on his own but hopefully he won’t be alone for very long!

HATES/DISLIKES:

-Feeling excluded or not enough, gate keepers and people who prefer closed cliques
-Failure, he’s always striving to do his best and when he falls short it bothers him
-Uncertainty

FEARS/PHOBIAS:
-Abandonment
-Loss of self

DREAMS/IDEALS:
Right now he’s ‘desperately seeing flock’, he wants to be apart of something, like minded people and he’d also like to do that for others. He’d like the opportunity to use his sociology degree to help people navigate a world that maybe feels isolating and not made for them.

Though sometimes during finals he also dreamed about just baking bread eternally.

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SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: He’s a Libra.

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MEMBER NAME: Wyn

CHARACTER NAME: Arianna Landry

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RACE: Vampire

AGE: 105 looks to be 20 (only been a master for about 25 years)

SEX: Female

HAIR: Chestnut brown

EYES: Brown

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Arianna stands at a delightful 5’9”, which even in the 1930s was considered a tall drink of water. She is of Haitian/Creole and Caucasian descent that gives her a lovely café au lait skin tone that translated very well when she was turned.

She wears her hair long and likes to have it done in elaborate period accurate updos when she’s on stage. She also loves wearing the classic sheath dresses seen in the jazz clubs of old (many of said dresses are very well taken care of custom-made ones from her time as a mortal singing in the local clubs of New Orleans)

When not on-stage Arianna can be seen in anything from a sundress (she calls them moon dresses) to jeans, a t-shirt, with biker boots and a flannel over shirt.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: She has a tattoo of a crescent moon with a rose, she was given this by her maker before she was turned, it was his way of claiming her as one of his special chosen.

CHARACTER HISTORY: Arianna was born in 1915 New Orleans. Ragtime was coming to an end and transitioning into Dixieland, this was the sounds that she learned to love and sing to mimicking her mother. Both of her parents were musicians that instilled in her a love of all music, but her heart was given to jazz when she was finally allowed to sing with her mother.
It was the sultry sounds of these clubs that drew in the vampire that would eventually become her creator. After a particularly nasty night of storms the offer of sharing an umbrella was too good to be true. It would be that night that she was taken from her family, but not the night that would turn her. That came a few days later. She stayed with her creator for a few years until it became apparent that he was starting to bore of her company. When he left the city of New Orleans she stayed and tied herself to the Master of New Orleans.

She had a good run in New Orleans, but the tragedy of Hurricane Katrina hitting the Crescent City was just too much for her to witness. She’d been through Hurricane Betsy the only other hurricane to cause the levies to fail and flood the city. She stayed and watched the city rebuild that time but this time it was to hard on her…the spirit of the city had wilted some. So, in a bid to find her place again she came to Seattle, having met an envoy for the city’s master once when they were sent to New Orleans for business

She offered her talents as a singer to the Master of Seattle when the need arises, otherwise she tends to keep to herself and do club gigs.

PERSONALITY: Arianna has always been a bit on the cool side of things when it comes to dealing with others. This is not because she sees herself as better than those around her, but as a child she would suffer from bouts of severe shyness. It’s only when she’s singing that that shyness fades away and she becomes something ethereal.

SPECIAL ABILITIES:

Feed on lust and love, she is of Belle Morte’s line

Animal to call unknown at this time

She can roll someone with her eyes, but she also has an added ability to roll a crowd via her voice. This doesn’t mean that she can control them, but she can pull out strong emotions depending on the song she is singing. Her creator said that she had the voice of a siren or an angel he wasn’t sure which one it was.

She also has one other ability that the Master of Seattle and Nigel find very useful. She can read the minds of mundane mortals from a distance. Usually she uses this ability during her trips and performances at a club. One of the many ways the Master keeps his finger on the pulse of the city.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE:

Fangs if in a pinch
Guns (while inelegant they do, do, the job quite well)
Daggers
Poison

LOVE/LIKES:

Loves: New Orleans

Likes: Movies, reading, singing, music of any form.

HATES/DISLIKES:

Overbearing Assholes

FEARS/PHOBIAS:

Being on a Marshalls death list (her name for a warrant)

DREAMS/IDEALS: Arianna has always loved music and as such she would love to be able to have a jazz club one of these days. She's not so arrogant to think that she would be able to do it on her own, she never learned the business side of thing so she would need someone she could trust for all that.

If she were offered the chance to own a club she would bring hell to earth to be able to make it happen and keep it safe, probably stopping just short of killing anyone that got in her way.

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MEMBER NAME: Krystal

CHARACTER NAME: Josie Salvatore
RACE: Werewolf
AGE: 26
SEX: FEMALE
HAIR: Dark brown mid back length
EYES: Light brown

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5'5" slender build with well toned feminine muscles
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DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: a small Paopu Fruit tattoo(kindgom hearts reference) on inside right wrist

CHARACTER HISTORY:

Josie grew up in a white collared home. At School she found she made friends where ever she went. She found out she had a knack for bringing people around her to rally and lead them along with being a natural at the wood and metal shop, sewing and home ec and art. She loved it too. It was in early jr.high school that a friend Danny introduced her to videogames. And she was good at them; really really good at them. He took her to her first Comic con and that was it. Once she saw all the amazing costumes and the fandoms she was hooked. She began to compete in cosplay contests and twitch her gaming sessions. After a shaky start Josie was winning competitions being invited to be a guest at cons world wide and had millions of followers and landed a few whales of white knights for her patreon.

She was being paid to play videogames and play dress up. It was her calling and making her a thousands weekly from ad revenues, to donations and people shopping her merch. Because it was something she truely loved it felt like little to no work at all.

Josie was 16 when she received a bad shot. Her parents thought it would be best to send her to live with "Uncle Gil" a good friend of the families was already an alpha wolf in amoungst the many alphas. He and his mate "Auntie Edna" raised her from then on.Once the bad shot happened she was pulled from school however being tech savvy she finished school online and began to take online college courses. Finalizing in getting her Bachelors Degree in Business which she has been using to help her run her own merch shop.

As for pack life Josie learnt from the ground up. She had spent a few extra dollars on make up to cover up some of the beat downs if it hadnt healed in time. With perseverance and determination she kept honing her skills and has been on the mid-lower end of the alpha list for almost 8 years now. Always looking for opportune moments to raise further in the ranks.

Word of this treaty hit her ears and she was willing to sign up. She didnt want to be just a number in the pack she wanted to stand out from the rest. "Judge a person/undead by their actions not by their people. Hell Shifters have done some fucked up shit. I wouldnt want to be judged based on their actions. Would you?"

PERSONALITY: Confidant and up beat.which can come off as conceded at times. However she has no problem bringing out her inner bitch when she needs too

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Partial shifting. Can create something from nothing with immense detail in a small amount of time. From sewing to fabrication

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Claws and teeth, feminine wiles

LOVE/LIKES: Video games, cosplay, the smell of dryer sheets

HATES/DISLIKES: racism, body shamming

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Tonitrophobia (thunder), knows that one day she wont be the "it" girl

DREAMS/IDEALS: Already living her dream.

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS: She will be one of the few Wolfs that are okay with being on tap for vamps. She is also working on restoring/fabricating a motorcycle for an akira genderbend cosplay.

SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: Most of the pictures I'll be using are the likeness of a cosplayer named JTanooki. none of how may character acts is based on how this person is irl just the ascetic in which she receives full credit. if you like what you see follow her on facebook and be a super leaf :D
https://www.facebook.com/j.tanooki.cosplay (https://www.facebook.com/j.tanooki.cosplay)

This bio is APPROVED for use in the Anitaverse. Your current rank in the wolfpack is 102.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Two problems I have with this bio and one isn't really a huge issue.

1. Infected children are not permitted to attend school. This is one of the driving forces behind the creation of the shifter school. She could have learned all her skills from the pack and, as good as she is at making friends, she could have met Danny anywhere.

2. 'Lycan' is not a term specifically for werewolves, unless you are talking about the Underworld franchise. It is a generic term like 'shifter'. Most werewolves call themselves werewolves or Lukoi.

As a mid-lower range Alpha, she falls in the 51-100 range. Ramone is at 99, Shale is at 100 and Benjamin is an unhappily fading 102. Do you want to be 101 or would you prefer a lower rank. As a side note, the first you kicked your Uncle's ass was the happiest you've ever seen him.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Krystal on

Okay ill be tweeking during work when i get down times here and there. I will message via fb once its actually done tweeking. 98th sounds awesome to me :D

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Corrected the numbers. I had them backwards. You'd be 102 not 98.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Krystal on

Cool with that too. I tweeked to get the major points changed. It doesnt flow the nicest until I can see it in a better format. It really suuuucks on the phone lol

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

I will take a closer look when I get home from work but it looks okay at first glance.

She reached Alpha power in two year. Must have been a hell of a ride.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Wyn on

MEMBER NAME: Wyn

CHARACTER NAME: Aurora Snow (adult entertainment name)
(birth name) Dani Leland

(https://i.ibb.co/ZhwfC0z/Dani.jpg)(https://i.ibb.co/0jRwPtw/Dani-Wolf.jpg)

RACE: Lycanthrope (Werewolf)

AGE: 35

SEX: Female

HAIR: Black as pitch

EYES: heterochromatic eyes (left) pale green (right) pale blue

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Dani stands just at 5'6", she is fit, has to be with her chosen profession.

She likes to wear her hair long, mostly for the fun things she can do with it. She has Heterohromatic eyes that carry over into her wolf form which makes her stand out.

Dani prefers to wear jeans, a t-shirt and ballet flats when she out and about with either a light coat or her leather bomber jacket in the winter. She does like to wear fancier things from time to time, but the wolf in her has made her a more down to earth type of person.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: she has 4 tattoos; one is a tribal sun on her hand, she has two different skull tats, and one on her stomach done in the style of Ed Hardy.

She has three body piercings: her eyebrow, her nose and her labret all of the studs and barbells are made with a bit of silver.

CHARACTER HISTORY: Dani was born into a wealthy family; a fact that she would love to forget if her parents would let her.

Her father was a small-time programmer who started a little software company called Liquidfire Arts. They mainly started out doing games for computers, but as the market has shifted so has the company. It was this diversification that turned a two-bit company into a Fortune 500 company.

She doesn’t care for her parents and they’re closed off views of the world. When she was a small girl she didn’t go to school like a normal child. She had tutors because her mother didn’t want to give her daughter the Lycanthrope Vaccine. If Dani wasn’t studying for her classes, she was one of two places; a dance studio learning and practicing ballet, and the other was an art studio where she could pour her feelings out on paper in the form of her drawings.

When she was older, she was shipped off to a fancy boarding school on the east coast. Dani chaffed at how high handed her parents were with her, it was about this time that she started to rebel. It started with small things, but soon escalated to the point of her sneaking out of the fancy pants school, getting drunk, and attacked. The school called her parents and asked them to come pick up their daughter and take her home because she was no longer welcome at the school.

It was at this “illegal” party, as the headmistress of the school termed, that Dani would contract the Werewolf strain of Lycanthropy. The manor in how she got it was a bit of a family scandal.

She was 18 and it was a few months before her graduation from her boarding school, when she went to the party. It was being held in an abandon house on the edge of the small town close to the girl’s school. With a combination of drugs and booze coursing through her blood she’d hooked up with some guy (she never got his name). It was during some really great sex that the guy partially shifted…oops the excitement was a bit too much for him. One thing led to another and she wound up being bitten and taken to the hospital.

At the hospital she is tested for the virus and it came back positive for wolf.

The only thing about the whole situation that she regrets is that she didn’t get the guy’s name and number…he was an awesome fuck. She sees her turning fuzzy once a month as the ultimate act of rebellion against her ultra conservative parents. And because she is their only child and her mother begged for her father not to leave her baby destitute, she wasn’t disowned like many people are. Oh no, she was told she was still part of the family but only needed to be seen at family functions and not to bring her ‘mangy friends’ either.

Her father offered her a deal, she could work for LiquidFire Arts as conceptual artist and she would get a hefty paycheck, it was his way of buying her silence. Because he warned her that if she breathed a word of what happened to her, she would lose everything her mother be damned.

When they returned to Seattle her father bought her a nice little house on Bainbridge Island. She didn’t have to come into the office as everything that would be needed from her could be sent to her via email. He also sent one of his agents to reach out to the local pack and get her introduced to as he put it the ‘fleabags’.

Her first shift was rough but the then Lobo realized that she had spunk and would be fun to watch. Because even as she was learning her way as a wolf, she was scrapping it up with the other subs. It took her a good 6 years to get to an Alpha status. During the years she was a baby wolf she started to also take classes in kickbox.

It took her about 6 to 7 months of working the day shift 2 or 3 days a week at The Manor House Gentlemen’s Club along with the hush money to buy herself a nice piece of property and have a house built for herself, she kept the house her father bought her, he did put it in her name, and rents it out through a realty company.

With out the threat of her father coming to check up on her she found another way to make an independent income. She started reading erotic versions of well-loved fairytales on camera and posting it to the web on adult sites, with a twist she will strip for her audience so by the time she’s done with the book she’s completely nude. She does take requests for private readings where things get a bit more explicit.

When Tom asks for volunteers to be direct donors for the Vamps she steps up, she doesn’t have an issue with the undead.

PERSONALITY: As Dani she’s a down to earth individual. However, because of her upbringing and education she can come off sounding like an entitled bitch.

As Aurora she is all about the promise of flesh and the delights that it can bring.

SPECIAL ABILITIES:

Enhanced speed, she is far faster in her wolf form than the others of her pack. In her human form this gives her an advantage when kickboxing or fighting someone.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE:

Claws
Teeth
What she learned in her kickboxing classes
Guns (she decided that she should probably have one in her house just in case, she goes to the range at least twice a month)

LOVE/LIKES: dancing, drawing, camping, quiet mornings on her front porch looking at the sound.

HATES/DISLIKES: Her parents, people that are small minded

FEARS/PHOBIAS: severe arachnophobia

DREAMS/IDEALS: Dani would love to have her art work shown in a gallery just once

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS

SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES:

This bio is APPROVED for use in the Anitaverse. Your current rank in the wolfpack is 98.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Grimoire on

THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE UPDATED:

MEMBER NAME: Grimoire

CHARACTER NAME: Saphyre Rose-Petal Sea-Shell Blue Static Lullaby Draust (n his birth certificate and everything, he has not changed it)

RACE: Lycanthrope – Wolf (Alpha)

AGE: 26

SEX: Male

HAIR: Over the last 5 years his hair has run the gambit of iterations, including a brief buzzcut phase. It is now a blue black shade with an oil slick of rainbow bangs worn long and shaggy, at it’s longest it touches the top of his shoulders. This new look somehow takes more up keep than louder versions but Saphyre’s gotten very good at doing his own hair.

EYES: Naturally pale blue with green flecks, he likes to wear coloured contacts to complete a look though.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: It has been 5 years, Saphyre has matured, his look has elevated – and though no one in their right mind would use the phrase ‘toned down’ neon is not the only colour pallet he draws from anymore. He still keeps himself in dancer’s condition, toned and flexible and all of that, he’s still so pale a sunnier climate than Seattle would fry him like a vampire, some things are inevitable and inescapable. He only shaves off most of his eyebrows now and his eyeshadow blending has gotten better, his cut creases are sharper. He does not wear nearly so many piercings anymore, taking them out and putting them back in every full moon was a task and Saphyre may have hours of his life to touch up rainbow bangs and blond roots but somethings nobody has time for. Most of the jewellery he wears now are magnetic or clip on but he still loves to accessorise. His style demands attention without seering retinas and he better understands how to put together a cohesive eccentric look that borders on trendy instead of gaudy.

In a few words: Chaotic androgyny refined.

It’s been a glow up for sure.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: His self harm scars have faded considerably and are not really not noticeable unless you know to look for them, this is probably attributed to some amount of concentrated self healing therapy he’s been dabbling with. He’s considered getting them tattooed over but his singular back tattoo is still the only one.

CHARACTER HISTORY UPDATE: When we first met Saphyre he was carving out an existence for himself, bartending and stripping and painting himself in glitter and neon like the only sustenance in his existence was attention. He lived an existence based heavily in the validation of others, he didn’t understand the concepts of responsibility and respect, the difference between confidence and self esteem.

He grew up a lot, every year that passed made it seem like looking back he could barely recognize the young man who had worn his skin a year before. The fashion decisions, the personal decisions, the way he treated himself – this is not a unique experience. This is what a persons twenties are for.

These lessons were hard won, he’d wrap himself up in people and find nothing of himself when they left. Life is complicated, and difficult. He’d been blessed with charisma, a strong sense of independence and individuality, and loyalty but things like self compassion and patience were harder to cultivate. He leaned more into his pack than he had in the past and in doing that found some sense of peace that his Beast had never before experienced. Naturally social he thought he served his extroverted personality best away from the pack, not becoming homogenized amongst them. There had been this notion that if he got too close, gave too much over to his beast, Saphyre the individual would be lost. But instead he found himself.

Saphyre grew into the responsibilities of being a part of the pack and though not ambitious with his rank or his role had moved up. He did not start fights, but he finished them, or defused them. His natural knack for being out going and outspoken has lead him to a place where he acts as a lesser moderator when its needed, a buffer, the one inclined to say “lets play the empathy game here” and speak out for everyone’s side. It was a surprise to him when he became an Alpha. It felt like a tangible achievement, a mark of how much he had grown, how far he had come. Everyone should be so lucky to learn the capacity for growth within them.

As for work Saphyre has gotten his fingers in a great many pies. The club scene intermingles quite a bit and he started managing the Social Media presence for the Manor House early on, which lead to other opportunities from the owner. Experiences in MCing and coming in to help with the creative aspects for the burlesque that went on upstairs.

Saphyre had never considered the possibility of wanting to work behind the scenes – he was an extrovert and still very much loved to be the center of attention which seemed to be counter intuitive. But he found he liked the networking and the collaborating and the creativity involved. He could juggle these things just as well as he juggled bottles. This carried over into MCing a couple of themed nights in smaller clubs, and queer spaces, consulting on promoting other nights. He has worn a lot of hats the last five years, and combined with his increased responsibilities to his pack he has certainly gotten into the hustle of his life.

As of now Saphyre is working about four days a week at The Manor House. His weekend nights are spent at La Cirque either dancing or bartending depending on what’s needed. He’ll do an odd night MCing at various bars and clubs, most commonly Nightshades or The Manor House. And fairly recently he’s been managing the social media for both The Manor House and Nightshades.

It’s a lot of work, but it exposes him to a lot of people and experiences which he enjoys. It also has the added bonus of keeping him on top of the latest gossip, which is a humble perk.

PERSONALITY: Saphyre is still the extrovert, the networker, the one to come say hello first. He’s still stubborn, he doesn’t always realize moderation is a good thing but he’s learning. He still enjoys being the center of attention but he’s less tapped into the validation of others. He’s grown a greater capacity for responsibility and respect. His greatest strength is probably his emotional intelligence followed by his resilience and his though it is debatable – his outspoken tendency towards the truth. He’s finally coming into the time in his life where he’s aware that there is so much he doesn’t know but he can still fall victim to his own vanity and pride. Saphyre is more wary of romantic entanglement, he’s focusing on himself and his career right now and that’s probably for the best.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: He’s still a fantastic dancer, he also juggles and can put his ankle behind his ear but that’s neither here nor there.

Coming into being an Alpha, Saphyre has been dabbling a little (when he has the time) with ‘concentrated’ healing – on old scar tissue primarily with mixed results depending on the day. Seeing what control he has over his healing, perhaps getting back to his old piercings without losing the holes every full moon. In time he may branch out to see if he can heal others, heal the scars of others, but for now he’s content with his self experimentation.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Agility and wearing ones opponent down, work smart not hard. After that, teeth and claws and force of will.

LOVE/LIKES:
- Creative opportunity/expression
- The experience of being a contributing member of the Pack
- The sense of pride that comes from maintaining his various responsibilities, he likes the challenge
- Meeting new people, making connections and connecting the people who need to be connected
- Dancing and showing off
- New experience (this used to be that ugly word ‘change’ but he’s changed his thinking on it)
- Keeping ontop of the hot gossip

HATES/DISLIKES:
- Bigotry
- Old pictures of himself “WHAT WAS MY MAKE UP?”
- Unresolved conflict, tension
- He still really hates being ignored

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Still dying and having no one notice and sharks

DREAMS/IDEALS: He’d like to follow these rabbit holes of club promoting and social media managing and creative input and eventually become a Creative Director or Entertainment Manager for an establishment. He’d like his pack to remain harmonious.

(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/8d/9b/c2/8d9bc283e36a8e83120d6848e2823ad5--blue-eyed-animals-white-wolves.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/680425509137809429/709831338307485757/Saphyre_smol.png)

Update accepted. Note that Saphy cannot use his healing on others. Your rank in the pack is (because drama) 97

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: TamaRose on

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MEMBER NAME: TamaRose

CHARACTER NAME: Marius Santiago

RACE: Vampire

AGE: 150

SEX: Male

HAIR: Blonde, semi-long

EYES: Blue eyes

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5' 7"

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATTOO: None..why paint the peacock?

CHARACTER HISTORY: Originally from the Mediterranean, Marius caught the attentions of Pavi, an older vampire, one who was himself turned later in life. He wanted a young, fresh companion and the half-Japanese Marius fit the bill.

It wasn't a pleasant or desired turning and the unlife that followed was sheer hell. He was bartered though various courts, never being allowed to participate but always traded to the Master of whatever city they happened to be in.

In the early 80's he was left in Vienna while his Master was forced to deal with a rival. During his master's absence, Marius discovered that he had the power to call owls; Pavi had been suppressing Marius' mastery for over a hundred years. With that knowledge in hand, Marius slipped out of Vienna, stowed away on a cargo ship and made his way to New Orleans.

Making his 'living' by playing piano at an underground jazz bar, Marius was in the Big Easy when the astonishing news of a landmark legal case reached his ears; vampires now had legal rights and could be considered citizens of the United States. He immediately applied for status.

When Hurricane Katrina ravaged his adopted home, Marius made up his mind to relocate. Hearing that another vampire was giving up on The Big Smoke, he too moved to the Emerald City and has made that city his new home.

PERSONALITY: Slightly spoiled and extremely arrogant although the arrogance is more out of fear, insecurity, and uncertainty. He doesn't like people to know that he isn't always in control and is afraid that people will find out how unsure and scared he actually is in his life... and how unlovable and broken he is on the inside. He is very curious about things and tends to get himself into some mischief and trouble when it comes to sticking his nose where it shouldn't be. It is hard for him to love and trust but it is not impossible if the right person/people come along. He can be cranky, moody, and irritable when tired or frustrated. He is a big lover of cats even though he likes all kinds of animals...unless it is on the snake or lizardy side. Secretly would love for someone to love and take care of him. Treat him like the Queen he is.

SPECIAL ABILITIES:

Flight
Unnatural Speed
Unnatural Heeling
Unnatural Senses
Ability to call owls
Telekinesis (Limited ability)

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Metal nail claws

LOVE/LIKES: Music, theater, reading, playing the violin, and piano.

HATES/DISLIKES: Anything that crawls or slithers. (Spiders, snails, bugs, and lizards)

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Fire, a stake through the heart, having his head taken off at the shoulders.

DREAMS/IDEALS: A private home in Mykonos, Greece, overlooking the water.

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS: Nothing that I can think of.

This bio is APPROVED for use in the Anitaverse.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Darkflame on

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MEMBER NAME: Darkflame

CHARACTER NAME: Harold (Harry) Shaw

RACE: Were-dog

AGE: 25

SEX: MALE

HAIR: Dark brown

EYES: Dark

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5’6” tall, mussy hair, often with a beard that he keeps trimmed,

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: has a scar across his nose and one that bisects his right eyebrow.

CHARACTER HISTORY: Harry is the last in a long line of were-dogs. Family legend says that somewhere way in the past one of his ancestors angered a witch and she cursed the men to change into dogs. He doesn’t know how true that is, and doesn’t really care. He doesn’t see it as a curse himself, but it does make it interesting to find a girlfriend.

Harry doesn't have any siblings, as his mother never was able to get pregnant again due to medical issues, although he is reasonably sure he has some remote family on the eastern side of Washington.

During the reign of the previous Rat King, Harry came in contact with the rodere in not a nice way, which as he understands it was not an uncommon thing at all. However, he also came across an odd were-rat who looked to be more ghost than girl. It was obvious that she was having a terrible time and was being treated in a downright criminal manner, so he plotted to help her escape the city. He traveled a time with her, coming to think of her almost like a little sister. When they finally returned to their home of Seattle, he got separated from her when she had an accident and was struck by a car. Soon after he was reunited with her at Seattle General, and came into the acquaintance of a couple more were-rats, finally meeting the newly crowned Nick. Satisfied that the quiet girl would be well taken care of, he left her in their care and went back to his own family.

His father died a couple years ago, leaving him as the only were-dog in the city, at least as far as he was aware. Since then, he has worked even harder in the family business since now it is just him and his mother.

The family business is a modest occult shop called "Bones" just up the street from a little cafe called Gran's. They moved from thier tiny spruce street location not long before his father's sudden passing. They have a small section in the front for the new age hipster not really preternaturally inclined people, with the usual boring things like incense and tarot cards, then comes the crystals and herbs, the more serious items were carried in the very back of the store. The register is halfway in, at a spot where the front of the store can be seen, and it can serve as a sort of gateway to the more hazardous magical materials. They generally keep chickens and small animals on hand in the very back of the store, in what would be considered the "back room". They cannot be accessed by the general public and must be asked for at the counter. He has made some good contacts in getting materials from outside the city, and might be able to expand the store again sometime, but then it would reach a size it would be difficult to handle with just him, his mother, and thier few employees.

PERSONALITY: Harry is always watchful, some might say a bit paranoid, but he chalks it up to his other nature. He is protective of his friends, but otherwise just another guy.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Many of the same boons as a regular shifter, only not tied to the moon.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: He keeps a pistol at the shop in case of issues ( he has a permit) But most of the time if he gets in fights, he fights like a street brawler, using whatever he has handy to get the upper hand.

LOVE/LIKES: pawn shop and restoration type tv shows

HATES/DISLIKES: Bullies

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Spiders

DREAMS/IDEALS: To carry on his family business.

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS –
After Harry’s father passed, he has been the sole were-dog in the city of seattle, at least until Noah showed up with his menagerie. Even so, he doesn’t consider himself to be lonely.

Approved

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Can you maybe fill this out a little more? I think some of the NPCs have more detail to them....

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Darkflame on

Working on it ,but keep getting pulled away by family

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Maxx on

Take your time.

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Ghostie on

MEMBER NAME: Ghostie

CHARACTER NAME: Boris Arimanius

RACE: Wererat

AGE: 30

SEX: Male

HAIR: Ginger

EYES: Brown

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: White, Caucasian, femboy, 4 feet 8 inches, lean muscle, well-toned. In rat form, ginger coloration fur, pink paws and nose.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS: Emotional scarring

CHARACTER HISTORY (WHY THEY ARE THE WAY THEY ARE): It was six years ago. Boris was 24 at the time, wanting to be deflowered (lose their virginity), so they got a hooker. Little did they know, the hooker was a wererat, and that's when Boris got contracted and managed to live, yet sadly still had his virginity. But how did this come to be? The hooker was heavily into bdsm; they tied poor Boris to the bed and put a ball gag in their mouth as they began. Eventually, the hooker used a whip on him in a kinky manner, but accidentally whipped Boris so hard that there was some small amount of blood that came out of the lashing cut. It was the small amount of blood is what did the trick for them to go crazy; not in the lustful fuck their brains out way, but the going murderous rat rampage way. It was close to the full moon at the time The sexual arousal, pain, fear and blood all combined to make her lose control. While Boris still had his virginity intact, he surprisingly also had his life intact. During those six years, something inside of him clicked that made him want to join Astrid and work for her; he began liking very powerful women.

PERSONALITY: Doesn't trust anyone or anything. Those he does trust, he seems to be rather warm to. Switch between dom and sub.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Stealth

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Tail, claws, teeth, and swords. Katanas are his blade of choice.

LOVE/LIKES: Astrid, swords, pizza, and "dommy mommies"

HATES/DISLIKES: Hookers, candy corn on pizza

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Hookers, spiders, and most bugs

DREAMS/IDEALS: Boris doesn't really want much in life. He is a simple man (also rat) who just wants lots of pizza, and to be claimed by a dommy mommy.

ANYTHING ELSE THAT MIGHT BE HANDY THAT OTHER MEMBERS: Boris may be small, but his rat form is about two to three times his size; big things come in small packages.

SHOULD KNOW OR THAT DOESNT FIT IN THE ABOVE CATEGORIES: Boris's last name ironically is derived from the Greek god Arimanius, who favored rats as his chosen animal. Preferred pronouns are he/them.

APPROVED

Title: Re: Bios to be Approved
Post by: Krystal on

MEMBER NAME: Krystal

CHARACTER NAME: Abigail 'Abby' Van Buren

RACE: Were Rat Astrid factions

AGE: 34

SEX: Female

HAIR: Mid back wavy dark brown

EYES: Hazel

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

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DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATOOS:
Very large claw mark scar from her attack running down her hip to knee on the outer side of her left leg.
Right arm tattoo sleeve. Birds representing her and her twin, the clock for the time lost by their deaths, locket a gift lost in the attack from her fiancé

NOTE:tatoo picture for reference as to what the peice looks like pay no attention the arm it is on in the photo. Just put that on her right arm lol
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CHARACTER HISTORY: Born and raised in New York in the Jewish faith along side her twin brother Andrew. Her mother Talia was a a Lawyer and her father Jacob was a Psychiatrist. Life was good. They grew up well loved and wanting for nothing. Her mother really helped nurture Abby's love for photography but life did not stay stalled in those happy photos. At 19 Abby meet and fell in love with Zachariah 'Zack' and in 5 years time of dating they were engaged and had set the date. One last mini vacation was in place before things were settled. Abby, Zach, Andrew and his wife Emma planned a camping trip. It was a full moon and Zack had decided to take them off the beaten path. By doing so put them in rat hunting grounds unknown to them. Abby was the only one that survived the attack. Contracting Lycanthropy though still alive was to painful for her parents to deal with. They blamed her for living and ultimately disowned Abby. So she packed up and left New York since there was nothing left for her there anymore including faith. She moved to Seattle where she became a real estate agent. 10 years had passed and connections/bonds have been made.

PERSONALITY: Mostly laid back. She has already finished high school and refuses to let people who treat the world like another high school go on for long. Strong willed, has no problem calling out what needs to be called out.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Alpha, partial change.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: sharp wit, teeth and claws.

LOVE/LIKES: Photography. Chubby/morbidly obese animals. Yes she knows its bad for the health of the animal but how can you know just love the chonk.

HATES/DISLIKES: Spoiled self entitled personalities. When bad light exposure ruins a great photo.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Still can't bring herself to sleep in a tent. Finding someone to have a Happily ever after with but as time goes on those hopes have faded for happily ever after is only in fairy tales.

DREAMS/IDEALS: Continuing to grow her business and finding someone that could love her and her baggage.

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Tom processes her photos, Dave helps fix up houses to sell for more, Use by Astrid and vampires alike to find good properties to rent/own.

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MEMBER NAME: Wyn

CHARACTER NAME: Kai Edwards

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RACE: Lycanthrope (Wereleopard)

AGE: 21

SEX: Male

HAIR: Brown

EYES: Slate-grey

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Kai stands at about 1.8m or 5’11”, he wears his hair long, so that it brushes the tops of his shoulders. His hair has a natural curl to it, but with the length it makes it wavy which does translate to his leopard form. His slate-gray eyes are guarded; most would assume it was because of him being infected with the Wereleopard strain of lycanthrope.

Kai is of Māori and European American descent so instead of the normal nut-brown of his mother’s people he has more of a warmed honey skin tone.

He prefers to wear jeans and T-shirts, opting to either go barefoot or wear a pair of hiking boots.

As a wereleopard he is far larger than his feline counterparts. While it seems that the strain of leopard lycanthrope used for the vaccine in the US will give the recipient a melanistic leopard form, the strain used in the vaccine for those in the western pacific and Oceania would give its recipients a form of a standard African leopard.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS/SCARS/TATTOOS:

On his right arm he has the roman numeral for 13 in red ink.

CHARACTER HISTORY:

Kai was born, to a native New Zealand woman and a Petty Officer in the United States Navy, in March of 1994 at the Queen’s hospital in Honolulu, Hawai’i. Kai never knew how his mother and father met as the young mother died in a tragic automobile accident, when Kai was just four. She was on her way to pick him up from daycare, when she never showed up the employees reached out to his father to find out what was going on.

When Kai’s father came to pick him up, the naval officer told the school what had happened as he had been informed by the MPs on base. The owner of the daycare offered to help Kai learn how to cope with the loss of his mother. It was from this offer that Kai would eventually come to have the Stepmother from hell.

His father soon met and married one of the workers that seemed to dote on Kai all the time. The young father felt that this was a good sign and would help Kai out to have a mother figure. The young daycare worker on the other hand was looking at the naval officer as making good money and could give her a good life, and she didn’t even have to worry about giving him a kid.

With his father having to go back out on deployment, the stepmother was left in charge of the day-to-day care of Kai. The young woman, while a doll at the daycare, wasn’t prepared for full time motherhood. She didn’t know how to deal with the then six-year-old Kai. As a form of punishment, she would lock him in a room with no access to a light source. As a young boy this type of abuse caused Kai to develop a fear of the dark.

Since his stepmother only punished Kai while his father was away, the man was clueless as to the abuse his young son was dealing with. And since the girl was smart enough to keep Kai fed it was never really apparent that he was suffering under her hand.

As he got older Kai swore that he started seeing things in the dark, and that they would talk to him and tell him horrible things. When he tried to tell his father and stepmother what was going on they told him it was just his imagination, but when he started to act out violently their pediatrician suggested taking Kai to see a child psychiatrist. The psychiatrist just prescribed the young boy drugs that would in effect make him feel like a zombie.

Just before he was about to start high school his father was told that he was being transferred to Naval Station Norfolk. Kai had been asking if he could go live with his grandparents in New Zealand. His father agreed that he could go and live with the elderly couple, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to afford to come and visit Kai on the east coast like they could in Hawai’i.

So, at 15, Kai moved to New Zealand and was enrolled in the local high school. There he began to thrive under his grandparents’ watchful eyes. He found that he had a knack for photography and was convinced by his grade 11 teacher to join the school’s newspaper. The same English teacher also helped Kai gain a financial aid to go to the local junior college, with the intent to study photography and journalism.

When Kai first moved to New Zealand, he was required to have a vaccine for lycanthrope. At Pearl Harbor he was given the standard vaccine for wereleopard that the United States uses; however New Zealand like the rest of the world is more prone to contract that of the African Leopard strain of wereleopard. Also as required he reported to the local clinic for his booster shot, only this time he wasn’t as lucky, shortly after getting the renewal shot, he began to feel funny around the time of the full moon.

As was the requirement of the clinic, he was under observation during that full moon and was one of the unlucky ones that shifted for the first time. Since he was over the age of majority and was truly a citizen of the United States, he was told to pack his bags.

Immigration gave him one month to leave the island nation and go back to the states. When he landed in Hawai’i, he had to declare that he’d contracted Lycanthrope while visiting New Zealand from a bad batch of the vaccine. He contacted his father and asked if the man could help him get to the mainland. His father agreed and told Kai that he wasn’t allowed to contact him anymore. The young leopard agreed and boarded a plane to the mainland.

From there Kai began to look for work and a way to support himself, the young man sent out a couple of resumes showing that he’d worked as a photographer for his school newspaper, but also at a mall-based photo studio. He received an email from a company in Seattle that was looking for wereleopards, and that they’d received his resume, he looked over the information, and figured that it would be a great chance for him to go to school and make some money at the same time.

PERSONALITY:

Kai has always been a quiet individual, preferring to read rather than play with the other boys his age. But don’t let that quietness fool you, he has a wicked streak in him a mile long and five miles wide; this began when he was around his cousins in Zealand. Most of the trouble that he caused was of the prank variety, like putting itching powder in the rugby captain’s body wash after he picked on a young lady.

SPECIAL ABILITIES:

Kai is an untrained medium, because of his time on medication as a child he doesn’t know what it is he’s been seeing most of his life. And he never talked with his grandparents about why he was on the medication.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE:

His brain, and if he can’t talk or joke his way out of something then he’ll happily kick someone in the shins.

LOVE/LIKES:

Likes: The fall, growing up in Hawai’i he didn’t see the changing of the colors. Then when he lived with his grandparents, and them living in the south of the southern island it had seasons.

Loves: Photography, wants to go to school to become a professional photographer.

HATES/DISLIKES:

Hates: KARENS

Dislikes: Broccoli...just because.

FEARS/PHOBIAS:

Fears: Kai has a general fear of the dark. Even now he must have a night light. This fear stems from how his stepmother would punish him while his father was at sea.

Phobias: Phasmophobis, which is the fear of Phantoms or Ghosts, during his “Punishments” he began seeing things from the corner of his eyes.

DREAMS/IDEALS:

Dreams: Kai hopes to one day win an award for his photographs.

Ideals: to leave the world just a little bit better than how he found it.

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