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Nku
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Age: 8
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Nku is the strangest 'member' of the Constantine family. By member, most people assume he is a pet, until this particular pet opens it's mouth and kindly asks them to not tug on his fluffy wool. You see, Nku is a sheep. A very fluffy, adorable, wobbly sheep. This particular sheep is no normal sheep. This sheep can understand human speech, perform some human tasks, and he can communicate telepthically to certain people. If that was not enough, this sheep is actually a human. or was. Is. Sort of? Let's back up. Nku was born as a shapeshifter. He discovered this power at the age of three. While watching the TV, he saw a bunch of sheep grazing in a field. So he turned into a sheep. Unfortunately, he has no clue how to turn back. So for the past five years, he has been trapped in the form of a sheep, probably for the rest of his life. Nku is very not like an animal, despite that he is one. He still exhibits human curiosities and desires, and he learns things as humans do for the most part. He also does not seem to get that he is a prey animal. He gets into fights and things where he is clearly outmatched, and then hobbles away defeated, mewling pitifully. But still, he just goes back the next day for more. He is not stupid. He just does not want to be an animal or to let his animal side take over. People keep thrusting upon h that because he is a sheep, he needs to be meek and dumb and just follow along with everything. He is like that naturally, but he struggles to convince himself that despite what he might be physically, he is still a person. So he defies the norm and rebels just to remind himself and everyone around him that he is Nku.
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Age: 8
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Nku is the strangest 'member' of the Constantine family. By member, most people assume he is a pet, until this particular pet opens it's mouth and kindly asks them to not tug on his fluffy wool. You see, Nku is a sheep. A very fluffy, adorable, wobbly sheep. This particular sheep is no normal sheep. This sheep can understand human speech, perform some human tasks, and he can communicate telepthically to certain people. If that was not enough, this sheep is actually a human. or was. Is. Sort of? Let's back up. Nku was born as a shapeshifter. He discovered this power at the age of three. While watching the TV, he saw a bunch of sheep grazing in a field. So he turned into a sheep. Unfortunately, he has no clue how to turn back. So for the past five years, he has been trapped in the form of a sheep, probably for the rest of his life. Nku is very not like an animal, despite that he is one. He still exhibits human curiosities and desires, and he learns things as humans do for the most part. He also does not seem to get that he is a prey animal. He gets into fights and things where he is clearly outmatched, and then hobbles away defeated, mewling pitifully. But still, he just goes back the next day for more. He is not stupid. He just does not want to be an animal or to let his animal side take over. People keep thrusting upon h that because he is a sheep, he needs to be meek and dumb and just follow along with everything. He is like that naturally, but he struggles to convince himself that despite what he might be physically, he is still a person. So he defies the norm and rebels just to remind himself and everyone around him that he is Nku.
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Caspar Taghvaei
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Balthazar Taghvei (brother), Melchior Taghvei (brother)
Even after all these years as GRAIL's subject, Caspar has remained steadfast and true to himself. Even after all his older brother's failed attempts at rescuing him and Melchior, he has not given up on his dream of freedom. He has been fighting for so long and he'll keep on fighting against them for as long as he can. He just keeps going without stopping and without fail. His determination is something to be recognized. His boundless energy adds to the fuel that fires him. He could go and go and never stop. It's not about his powers or his skills, its about himself. Caspar knows these people that are his captors. Caspar has the ability to control dreams. He can enter others' dreams, manipulate them, cause nightmares to become dreams and vice versa, and even affect a dreaming person mentally, physically, or emotionally. Through this he knows them better perhaps than they know themselves. He explores the depths of their psyches, remembers the things they forget in the morning, sees what they don't, hears what they miss, feels what they can't. He loves to run through their imaginations and toy with them, wether to plant seeds in their minds or just make them try and come to terms with the horrors they are creating. But most of the people in GRAIL are without compassion or care, and Caspar's scenarios that he presents to them are glanced over with hardly a care. He thinks perhaps these people really are beyond hope, and maybe, should even be destroyed where they stand. Caspar comes across as cold and malicious along with his determination. Happy, yes, very happy, but still cold, as if that happiness is something no one can touch or partake in. His happiness is his and only his. His malicious spirit comes from the darkness he has seen inside these horrid scientists. Caspar is eighteen years old and the twin brother of Melchior Taghvei. He has ruffled brown hair with highlights and low-lights throughout. His eyes are a cold blue. He has a vibrant green aura that smells of salty seas, bittersweet wine, and palm leaves.
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Balthazar Taghvei (brother), Melchior Taghvei (brother)
Even after all these years as GRAIL's subject, Caspar has remained steadfast and true to himself. Even after all his older brother's failed attempts at rescuing him and Melchior, he has not given up on his dream of freedom. He has been fighting for so long and he'll keep on fighting against them for as long as he can. He just keeps going without stopping and without fail. His determination is something to be recognized. His boundless energy adds to the fuel that fires him. He could go and go and never stop. It's not about his powers or his skills, its about himself. Caspar knows these people that are his captors. Caspar has the ability to control dreams. He can enter others' dreams, manipulate them, cause nightmares to become dreams and vice versa, and even affect a dreaming person mentally, physically, or emotionally. Through this he knows them better perhaps than they know themselves. He explores the depths of their psyches, remembers the things they forget in the morning, sees what they don't, hears what they miss, feels what they can't. He loves to run through their imaginations and toy with them, wether to plant seeds in their minds or just make them try and come to terms with the horrors they are creating. But most of the people in GRAIL are without compassion or care, and Caspar's scenarios that he presents to them are glanced over with hardly a care. He thinks perhaps these people really are beyond hope, and maybe, should even be destroyed where they stand. Caspar comes across as cold and malicious along with his determination. Happy, yes, very happy, but still cold, as if that happiness is something no one can touch or partake in. His happiness is his and only his. His malicious spirit comes from the darkness he has seen inside these horrid scientists. Caspar is eighteen years old and the twin brother of Melchior Taghvei. He has ruffled brown hair with highlights and low-lights throughout. His eyes are a cold blue. He has a vibrant green aura that smells of salty seas, bittersweet wine, and palm leaves.
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Leiselotte Olttorier
Aura Code: _
Aura Scent: _
Ability: _
Age: _
Kin: Sabine (mother), Urban (father), Traude and Hannelore (sisters0, Tobias and Jareth (brothers)
Tattoo: _
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Aura Scent: _
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Age: _
Kin: Sabine (mother), Urban (father), Traude and Hannelore (sisters0, Tobias and Jareth (brothers)
Tattoo: _
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Majoric Clovis Nightingale
Aura Code: _
Aura Scent: _
Ability: immortality through an object**
Age: 22
Kin: Enjoralas Nightingale (father), Patience Nightingale (mother), Firo, Marius, Névenoé, and Solomon (brothers), Amelia Nightingale (wife), Nadir Nightingale (son)
Tattoo: _
Majoric left the family at sixteen. He travelled around before settling somewhere in Pakistan. It was there that he got involved with the illegal weapons trade. He was taken under the wing of a brilliant trader and well known terrorist, but Majoric soon overcame his mentor and went on to do his own dealings. He went to America where he was later heavily investigated by an FBI agent. Along the line, they fell in love, which he used to his advantage. When she discovered he had not quit his dealings, he was left with no choice but to get rid of her. He then left his then three year old son with Marius and promptly vanished off the face of the earth. Currently, he is working in Siberia under the name KRUG as a weapons and human trafficker for the varied gangs as well as the Krutikov family.
**He is immortal so long as a certain object exists because he put his soul there. You will not know what this object is. You will have to guess by the clues left in rp.
Aura Code: _
Aura Scent: _
Ability: immortality through an object**
Age: 22
Kin: Enjoralas Nightingale (father), Patience Nightingale (mother), Firo, Marius, Névenoé, and Solomon (brothers), Amelia Nightingale (wife), Nadir Nightingale (son)
Tattoo: _
Majoric left the family at sixteen. He travelled around before settling somewhere in Pakistan. It was there that he got involved with the illegal weapons trade. He was taken under the wing of a brilliant trader and well known terrorist, but Majoric soon overcame his mentor and went on to do his own dealings. He went to America where he was later heavily investigated by an FBI agent. Along the line, they fell in love, which he used to his advantage. When she discovered he had not quit his dealings, he was left with no choice but to get rid of her. He then left his then three year old son with Marius and promptly vanished off the face of the earth. Currently, he is working in Siberia under the name KRUG as a weapons and human trafficker for the varied gangs as well as the Krutikov family.
**He is immortal so long as a certain object exists because he put his soul there. You will not know what this object is. You will have to guess by the clues left in rp.
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Galen Sorabella
Bloodhound Number 7
Aura Code: 665555, gravelly drab purple
Aura Scent: herbs and apple with black amber
Ability: super strength
Age: 17
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: none
If anyone knows anything about strength, it would be Galen Sorabella. For seventeen years, he was subjected to the horrors of the Venantium's Bloodhound program. Being thrown in a pit with ravenous, murderous people who have all but lost their sanity, he had to literally fight and claw his way to survival. Survive he did. While others dropped dead or were mauled to death left and right of him, he managed to survive all this time. He has lost most sense of identity and will. Without emotion, he is an exemplary Bloodhound. He follows no orders save his masters'. He does not act on his own impulses or retreat behind inhibitions and morals. He is an extension of the Venantium, a weapon to be utilized. Because he is more useful to them now, he no longer lives in the Pit, rather he has his accommodations with others who have made it as far as him, as few as they are. His aura is a gravelly, drab purple. It smells like deep herbs and apple with black amber. It suits him. His ability is that he wields super strength. At times, his strength of power overbears his physical limits and he can cause himself severe physical damage as a result. Over time though, his body physically adapts to his strength.
Bloodhound Number 7
Aura Code: 665555, gravelly drab purple
Aura Scent: herbs and apple with black amber
Ability: super strength
Age: 17
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: none
If anyone knows anything about strength, it would be Galen Sorabella. For seventeen years, he was subjected to the horrors of the Venantium's Bloodhound program. Being thrown in a pit with ravenous, murderous people who have all but lost their sanity, he had to literally fight and claw his way to survival. Survive he did. While others dropped dead or were mauled to death left and right of him, he managed to survive all this time. He has lost most sense of identity and will. Without emotion, he is an exemplary Bloodhound. He follows no orders save his masters'. He does not act on his own impulses or retreat behind inhibitions and morals. He is an extension of the Venantium, a weapon to be utilized. Because he is more useful to them now, he no longer lives in the Pit, rather he has his accommodations with others who have made it as far as him, as few as they are. His aura is a gravelly, drab purple. It smells like deep herbs and apple with black amber. It suits him. His ability is that he wields super strength. At times, his strength of power overbears his physical limits and he can cause himself severe physical damage as a result. Over time though, his body physically adapts to his strength.
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Iratian Draconis
Lone Theia
Aura Code: A4FC0C, vibrant viridian
Aura Scent: galbanum, amber, and vetiver.
Ability: Unknown
Age:
Kin: Vorena Draconis (mother), Talos Draconis (brother), Reo Kopara (father)
Tattoo:
Iratian Draconis is the son of the very wealthy and austere Vorena Draconis. He has fiery and brilliant eyes, both complimentary of the father he seldom knows. The only attributes he shares with his mother are her same, fair skin and gentle disposition. He's often despised and bullied by other children and some adults because of his father is never around and won't marry his mother already. His mother was confronted privately about it, but word somehow spread and soon all of the town knew. She was absolutely humiliated, and her parents doubted she would ever find a husband. They tried to find Iratian's father, but the mysterious enigma had disappeared without a trace. He still visits Vorena and his sons, but it's never enough. Iratian appears more tough than soft when you take a good look at him. His fair skin is devoid of blemishes, though has a tight quality. He's neither plush or soft, and is rather harder than he ever appears to be. Though he has no scars, he has been injured before and is not ignorant of the pain the world has to offer. When he was younger, he was beaten and bullied by other children till he crept home with bruises and blood dappling his gentle face and body. Advanced healers managed to repair the damage without any traces, but the memories are still there. Always will be. He is tall and thin, almost willowy of stature. He has both a quiet step and catlike poise. His brilliant eyes are the writhing depths of flame, imitating the very eyes his father bears. Their brilliant golden color almost has a firefly effect in certain lighting, as if his eyes really were glimmering gold or licks of flame and not mere oculars for the purpose of perception and observation. His hair -more like his father's but a combination of both parent's own- is a bright, strawberry blonde, with both red and golden streaks intertwined within. It is very soft like his mother's, but seems to have a mind of its own like his father's. Iratian is a very serious and severe boy. He was never one to be happy or playful as such expressions were met with immediate chastisement. For most of his life, he was ordered to shut up and stay out of sight. He grew up knowing he was unwanted and unloved though he never fathomed why. His mother was close to him, as well as an old captain of the Norcross bodyguards who helped teach him Theia ways. But other than those two whom he seldom saw, he was alone. Alone, afraid, and confused. He always possessed a bright, passionate spirit. But after years of being shut down and discouraged, he eventually closed in on himself like a caterpillar wrapping itself away in a cocoon. It was his way of coping with the stress of his home, of shutting out the pain and the hate. He always carried himself proudly and spoke civilly. He became quite a picture perfect rich boy, but on the inside, he was anxious and angry. He has not quite discovered his abilities yet, but he is definitley a Theia for he sees and smells auras. His own aura is a vibrant viridian color with the very strange smell of galbanum, amber, and vetiver.
Lone Theia
Aura Code: A4FC0C, vibrant viridian
Aura Scent: galbanum, amber, and vetiver.
Ability: Unknown
Age:
Kin: Vorena Draconis (mother), Talos Draconis (brother), Reo Kopara (father)
Tattoo:
Iratian Draconis is the son of the very wealthy and austere Vorena Draconis. He has fiery and brilliant eyes, both complimentary of the father he seldom knows. The only attributes he shares with his mother are her same, fair skin and gentle disposition. He's often despised and bullied by other children and some adults because of his father is never around and won't marry his mother already. His mother was confronted privately about it, but word somehow spread and soon all of the town knew. She was absolutely humiliated, and her parents doubted she would ever find a husband. They tried to find Iratian's father, but the mysterious enigma had disappeared without a trace. He still visits Vorena and his sons, but it's never enough. Iratian appears more tough than soft when you take a good look at him. His fair skin is devoid of blemishes, though has a tight quality. He's neither plush or soft, and is rather harder than he ever appears to be. Though he has no scars, he has been injured before and is not ignorant of the pain the world has to offer. When he was younger, he was beaten and bullied by other children till he crept home with bruises and blood dappling his gentle face and body. Advanced healers managed to repair the damage without any traces, but the memories are still there. Always will be. He is tall and thin, almost willowy of stature. He has both a quiet step and catlike poise. His brilliant eyes are the writhing depths of flame, imitating the very eyes his father bears. Their brilliant golden color almost has a firefly effect in certain lighting, as if his eyes really were glimmering gold or licks of flame and not mere oculars for the purpose of perception and observation. His hair -more like his father's but a combination of both parent's own- is a bright, strawberry blonde, with both red and golden streaks intertwined within. It is very soft like his mother's, but seems to have a mind of its own like his father's. Iratian is a very serious and severe boy. He was never one to be happy or playful as such expressions were met with immediate chastisement. For most of his life, he was ordered to shut up and stay out of sight. He grew up knowing he was unwanted and unloved though he never fathomed why. His mother was close to him, as well as an old captain of the Norcross bodyguards who helped teach him Theia ways. But other than those two whom he seldom saw, he was alone. Alone, afraid, and confused. He always possessed a bright, passionate spirit. But after years of being shut down and discouraged, he eventually closed in on himself like a caterpillar wrapping itself away in a cocoon. It was his way of coping with the stress of his home, of shutting out the pain and the hate. He always carried himself proudly and spoke civilly. He became quite a picture perfect rich boy, but on the inside, he was anxious and angry. He has not quite discovered his abilities yet, but he is definitley a Theia for he sees and smells auras. His own aura is a vibrant viridian color with the very strange smell of galbanum, amber, and vetiver.
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Balthazar Alistair Taghvaei
Lone Theia
Aura Code: 993333, burnt amber
Aura Scent: apple pie
Ability: increase pheromone
Age: 27
Kin: Melchior Taghvei (brother), Caspar Taghvei (brother)
Tattoo:
Balthazar is a very brazen, bold young man. Rough around the edges and as dangerous as a two headed snake, he can easily be called "creepy", "odd", or downright "scary". Suffice to say, a lot of people get bad vibes from him upon first encounter. He's rather sweet really, just misunderstood and a bit conflicted. He's neither a loner or a socialite, something that flits over the bonds of both sides. He can fade in and out like the volume on a radio. He doesn't believe in sharing his feelings, heart-on-my-sleeve stuff -or crap as he calls it- but is never loathe to listen to others spill their souls. He listens, he advises, he comforts. That's what he does. On the other side of the coin, he won't take crap, speaks for what he believes is right, and willingly throws himself into danger all for the love of a challenge. He's bittersweet and rather melancholy, a bit nostalgic with a serving of daydreaming. He's a very deep thinker when he wants to be one, and can come to some good conclusions from his little ponderings. He's not considered to be very smart though, boasting a bland average of an IQ and just graduating with a GED, he gets by with knowing the minimum. He prefers to stick to a single mindset, unwavering. He has only one motivation, one purpose in life: to protect his brothers; Melchior and Caspar. About six years ago, he and his brothers were abducted by GRAIL. They suffered, as all who pass into that deadly dungeon suffer. He managed to escape through the pure luck of unleashing his powers: the ability to increase pheromone in the area. When it reaches high levels, it causes crowds to turn insane and literally beat each other to death. In the confusion, he got out and forgot his brothers, leaving them to their fates. He doubts they are alive, but out in the outside, he is determined to break them out and whisk them away somewhere where GRAIL cannot touch any of them. Being the oldest at twenty-seven, he is both father and brother to the boys and takes on full responsibility for everything. They are his blood, and he will shed all of his own to right the wrong he committed and the heartless betrayal he made. He has never forgiven himself for that, and it is the one and only thing he really angsts over. Balthazar is a tall and thin young man. A little too thin. The years in GRAIL were not particularly kind to him, and he is still recovering. He doesn't bear many outward scars, but that means little compared to the scars in his mind. He has coppery skin, making him appear a little foreign. He is indeed of Arabic blood, if the name wasn't a give away already. Balthazar has very brilliant eyes: a fiery, amber color ringed in a somewhat glimmering brown color, like bronze. His hair is also a brown color, with varying red and golden browns mingled in with the primarily rich chocolate color. It's straight but can go awry and look shaggy. Darn stuff gets messed up no matter what he does. His features are a bit of a mix of rough and angular, giving him a sort of wolfish appearance: what with the narrowed eyes, strong jaw and nose, high cheekbones, and relaxed mouth. A tattoo of a His soul is a medley of his personality, as usual. The brazen color of burnt amber with the sweet and inviting scent of apple pie. He won't take advantage of you if you let your guard down around him, which can be apt to happen, but don't expect him to return the favor.
Lone Theia
Aura Code: 993333, burnt amber
Aura Scent: apple pie
Ability: increase pheromone
Age: 27
Kin: Melchior Taghvei (brother), Caspar Taghvei (brother)
Tattoo:
Balthazar is a very brazen, bold young man. Rough around the edges and as dangerous as a two headed snake, he can easily be called "creepy", "odd", or downright "scary". Suffice to say, a lot of people get bad vibes from him upon first encounter. He's rather sweet really, just misunderstood and a bit conflicted. He's neither a loner or a socialite, something that flits over the bonds of both sides. He can fade in and out like the volume on a radio. He doesn't believe in sharing his feelings, heart-on-my-sleeve stuff -or crap as he calls it- but is never loathe to listen to others spill their souls. He listens, he advises, he comforts. That's what he does. On the other side of the coin, he won't take crap, speaks for what he believes is right, and willingly throws himself into danger all for the love of a challenge. He's bittersweet and rather melancholy, a bit nostalgic with a serving of daydreaming. He's a very deep thinker when he wants to be one, and can come to some good conclusions from his little ponderings. He's not considered to be very smart though, boasting a bland average of an IQ and just graduating with a GED, he gets by with knowing the minimum. He prefers to stick to a single mindset, unwavering. He has only one motivation, one purpose in life: to protect his brothers; Melchior and Caspar. About six years ago, he and his brothers were abducted by GRAIL. They suffered, as all who pass into that deadly dungeon suffer. He managed to escape through the pure luck of unleashing his powers: the ability to increase pheromone in the area. When it reaches high levels, it causes crowds to turn insane and literally beat each other to death. In the confusion, he got out and forgot his brothers, leaving them to their fates. He doubts they are alive, but out in the outside, he is determined to break them out and whisk them away somewhere where GRAIL cannot touch any of them. Being the oldest at twenty-seven, he is both father and brother to the boys and takes on full responsibility for everything. They are his blood, and he will shed all of his own to right the wrong he committed and the heartless betrayal he made. He has never forgiven himself for that, and it is the one and only thing he really angsts over. Balthazar is a tall and thin young man. A little too thin. The years in GRAIL were not particularly kind to him, and he is still recovering. He doesn't bear many outward scars, but that means little compared to the scars in his mind. He has coppery skin, making him appear a little foreign. He is indeed of Arabic blood, if the name wasn't a give away already. Balthazar has very brilliant eyes: a fiery, amber color ringed in a somewhat glimmering brown color, like bronze. His hair is also a brown color, with varying red and golden browns mingled in with the primarily rich chocolate color. It's straight but can go awry and look shaggy. Darn stuff gets messed up no matter what he does. His features are a bit of a mix of rough and angular, giving him a sort of wolfish appearance: what with the narrowed eyes, strong jaw and nose, high cheekbones, and relaxed mouth. A tattoo of a His soul is a medley of his personality, as usual. The brazen color of burnt amber with the sweet and inviting scent of apple pie. He won't take advantage of you if you let your guard down around him, which can be apt to happen, but don't expect him to return the favor.
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Sora Briareos Abendroth
Engelkönig Soldier?
Aura Code: 006688, murky blue
Aura Scent: oak, blue chamomile, rhubarab, and fig leaf
Ability: bugs
Age: 10
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: coming soon
Neither good nor evil, neither kind nor cruel, Sora is one of those people you can't quite forget yet won't always remember. He always seems to be on the edge of things, never in the middle. His only allegiance is to his family, and not by choice. He'll willingly die for anything and everything. Sora doesn't know who he is or what he wants to be. He has no goals, dreams, or future prospects. His life seems to just be a big black hole that he's endlessly spinning in. Without direction or purpose, he's always seeking for some orders to follow and role to play. He's often putting himself in danger and won't take any help in getting out of it. He despises being seen as weak, but in all honesty, he's not very strong. Sora wasn't always this way. His conflicted spirit and state of mind didn't arise till he was about fifteen, during the Engelkönig's final stand against the Venantium. In those days, the Engelkönig family was well established and fortified well in what could only be described as 'their stronghold'. When the Venantium came, they came with an unbridled ferocity and fury. They fought the Engelkönig's into exhaustion for twelve years. And then, when Sora was fifteen, the family's defenses finally gave way. The Venantium slaughtered everyone they came across: men, women, children. None of the families could ever really remember so much blood being shed (and they never saw a bloodier day until the same thing happened to the Pendragons). Quite an inexperienced warrior, Sora didn't stand much of a chance as he faced down a horde of Venantium. He was the only one standing between the hunters and the godfather's children. Even with his power, it wasn't enough to stop the force. He was defeated and the children were killed. All except one, the oldest, the heir. But even so, he had failed. He had failed the godfather and he had failed those who had been his duty to care for. Sora was rescued and healed, but there was more lasting damage than just the physical. Ever since that time, he has seemed to have lost his mind. Not lost enough to be a danger to others, but lost enough to be a danger to himself. Since he keeps it all to himself, no one has ever confronted him about his problem, though there are a few that have a sense of what might be wrong with him. Sora is strong and brave, but his past has given him an odd mix of sides, varying between gentle and cruel. He treats those he cares for as if they were fragile, glass sculptures. But to his enemies, he will attack them as brutally and viscously as he can. Often times, he will completely desecrate his enemy until they are unrecognizable. The hunters have come to know his art of mutilations to the point where every mutilated body he leaves behind is instantly accredited to him. Whatever the reason for it, most likely his way of revenge, the family does not approve of his actions. He doesn't really care what they think or wish of him anymore. He feels too far gone to turn back now. Sora is twenty-five years old with shaggy black hair and electric blue eyes that occasionally flash purple when he uses his powers. One eye is not so electric, but rather pale and a softer blue due to partial blindness. He is tall and strong, his fair skin marred with numerous scars from the years. His aura bears the scent of oak, blue chamomile, rhubarb, and fig leaf. A very odd combination that give a sort of essence to the more logical side of him that he lost long ago. The murky blue color of his aura sets him apart from that logical side. It's the color of storm tossed seas, of the tumultuous thoughts raging through his troubled mind. His aura is as conflicted as he is. As for Sora's power, it is a marvelous, broad power. He has the power of bugs. He can control them, create them, even imitate them to the point where he can climb walls, lift ten times his body weight and even possess a poisonous bite, depending which bug he imitates. So far, he cannot fly though.
Engelkönig Soldier?
Aura Code: 006688, murky blue
Aura Scent: oak, blue chamomile, rhubarab, and fig leaf
Ability: bugs
Age: 10
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: coming soon
Neither good nor evil, neither kind nor cruel, Sora is one of those people you can't quite forget yet won't always remember. He always seems to be on the edge of things, never in the middle. His only allegiance is to his family, and not by choice. He'll willingly die for anything and everything. Sora doesn't know who he is or what he wants to be. He has no goals, dreams, or future prospects. His life seems to just be a big black hole that he's endlessly spinning in. Without direction or purpose, he's always seeking for some orders to follow and role to play. He's often putting himself in danger and won't take any help in getting out of it. He despises being seen as weak, but in all honesty, he's not very strong. Sora wasn't always this way. His conflicted spirit and state of mind didn't arise till he was about fifteen, during the Engelkönig's final stand against the Venantium. In those days, the Engelkönig family was well established and fortified well in what could only be described as 'their stronghold'. When the Venantium came, they came with an unbridled ferocity and fury. They fought the Engelkönig's into exhaustion for twelve years. And then, when Sora was fifteen, the family's defenses finally gave way. The Venantium slaughtered everyone they came across: men, women, children. None of the families could ever really remember so much blood being shed (and they never saw a bloodier day until the same thing happened to the Pendragons). Quite an inexperienced warrior, Sora didn't stand much of a chance as he faced down a horde of Venantium. He was the only one standing between the hunters and the godfather's children. Even with his power, it wasn't enough to stop the force. He was defeated and the children were killed. All except one, the oldest, the heir. But even so, he had failed. He had failed the godfather and he had failed those who had been his duty to care for. Sora was rescued and healed, but there was more lasting damage than just the physical. Ever since that time, he has seemed to have lost his mind. Not lost enough to be a danger to others, but lost enough to be a danger to himself. Since he keeps it all to himself, no one has ever confronted him about his problem, though there are a few that have a sense of what might be wrong with him. Sora is strong and brave, but his past has given him an odd mix of sides, varying between gentle and cruel. He treats those he cares for as if they were fragile, glass sculptures. But to his enemies, he will attack them as brutally and viscously as he can. Often times, he will completely desecrate his enemy until they are unrecognizable. The hunters have come to know his art of mutilations to the point where every mutilated body he leaves behind is instantly accredited to him. Whatever the reason for it, most likely his way of revenge, the family does not approve of his actions. He doesn't really care what they think or wish of him anymore. He feels too far gone to turn back now. Sora is twenty-five years old with shaggy black hair and electric blue eyes that occasionally flash purple when he uses his powers. One eye is not so electric, but rather pale and a softer blue due to partial blindness. He is tall and strong, his fair skin marred with numerous scars from the years. His aura bears the scent of oak, blue chamomile, rhubarb, and fig leaf. A very odd combination that give a sort of essence to the more logical side of him that he lost long ago. The murky blue color of his aura sets him apart from that logical side. It's the color of storm tossed seas, of the tumultuous thoughts raging through his troubled mind. His aura is as conflicted as he is. As for Sora's power, it is a marvelous, broad power. He has the power of bugs. He can control them, create them, even imitate them to the point where he can climb walls, lift ten times his body weight and even possess a poisonous bite, depending which bug he imitates. So far, he cannot fly though.
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Decibel Bella Rex
St. Cerveaux Head of Security
Aura Code:
Aura Scent: hot winds, melon, and strawberry
Ability: controlling gravity
Age: 20
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: a jade green and white owl amidst red mums on her lower left side and back above her hip
Decibel is very average. While she looks nice enough, she's just a typical person you see walking down the streets. She goes to work, goes home, eats, sleeps, repeat. She has no real friends or social life and she tends to just do things for the sake of doing them rather than actually wanting to. She has a very bland personality. She doesn't like sweets or things with lots of flavors. She will only ever drink water, nothing else unless she has to. She likes to listen to jazz music, but refuses to ever listen to other music styles or god forbid, dance to any of it. She wears stuff she buys at thrift shops. She never drinks, smokes, or shoots up. Her idea of fun is putting puzzles together or hacking into security systems for work. Decibel can be impulsive, but only once in a great while. She usually does something worth mentioning when she gets impulsive, but then again, even the smallest thing could be considered huge when comparing it to her. It could just be something like eating some jellybeans to going skydiving. She says its her trying to crawl out of her shell and get more involved with the world, often citing her mother or brother as sources for this pressure to actively seek out and do things. It's not exactly her fault that she is so dull and boring. It's how she was raised. And even though her family got over being dull and boring several years ago, she never did. Her brother is alright now. Maybe a little socially awkward, but for the most part he is fine. He works for the Nightingales, and so she goes to visit him sometimes. Every time she does, he demands she stop living her bland life and try something new. She does for his sake. To make him happy. It's not that she wants to be dull. She just likes who she is and is very comfortable in her own skin. She seems to be very bland at a glance, but she does have emotions and personality. It's just hard to get her to open up and show them. to people. She throws up walls because she's rather seclusive and shy. She has lots of opinions and hopes and dreams, but she is a private person, so she keeps it to herself. One thing people do eventually notice about her is that she can be childish and clumsy. It might not be seen at first, but eventually people start to see that she's lazy, self-centered, and often reacts to things like a kid would. She stays up late, procrastinates, has a bit of an attitude, does what she wants, screws the rules. It's hard to imagine that she is the head of security. But that is her one and only strong suit. She is very, very good at getting people in line. She thinks outside the box and takes a very proactive approach to things rather than reactive. Even though she procrastinates for things she is told to do, she often takes initiative in other projects like updating security or creating new training programs for guards. She likes her job, even though she complains about it a lot. She just gets moody and ends up in funny phases. But she puts her energy in the right place and does a fantastic job, and that is what matters the most in the long run.
St. Cerveaux Head of Security
Aura Code:
Aura Scent: hot winds, melon, and strawberry
Ability: controlling gravity
Age: 20
Kin: unknown
Tattoo: a jade green and white owl amidst red mums on her lower left side and back above her hip
Decibel is very average. While she looks nice enough, she's just a typical person you see walking down the streets. She goes to work, goes home, eats, sleeps, repeat. She has no real friends or social life and she tends to just do things for the sake of doing them rather than actually wanting to. She has a very bland personality. She doesn't like sweets or things with lots of flavors. She will only ever drink water, nothing else unless she has to. She likes to listen to jazz music, but refuses to ever listen to other music styles or god forbid, dance to any of it. She wears stuff she buys at thrift shops. She never drinks, smokes, or shoots up. Her idea of fun is putting puzzles together or hacking into security systems for work. Decibel can be impulsive, but only once in a great while. She usually does something worth mentioning when she gets impulsive, but then again, even the smallest thing could be considered huge when comparing it to her. It could just be something like eating some jellybeans to going skydiving. She says its her trying to crawl out of her shell and get more involved with the world, often citing her mother or brother as sources for this pressure to actively seek out and do things. It's not exactly her fault that she is so dull and boring. It's how she was raised. And even though her family got over being dull and boring several years ago, she never did. Her brother is alright now. Maybe a little socially awkward, but for the most part he is fine. He works for the Nightingales, and so she goes to visit him sometimes. Every time she does, he demands she stop living her bland life and try something new. She does for his sake. To make him happy. It's not that she wants to be dull. She just likes who she is and is very comfortable in her own skin. She seems to be very bland at a glance, but she does have emotions and personality. It's just hard to get her to open up and show them. to people. She throws up walls because she's rather seclusive and shy. She has lots of opinions and hopes and dreams, but she is a private person, so she keeps it to herself. One thing people do eventually notice about her is that she can be childish and clumsy. It might not be seen at first, but eventually people start to see that she's lazy, self-centered, and often reacts to things like a kid would. She stays up late, procrastinates, has a bit of an attitude, does what she wants, screws the rules. It's hard to imagine that she is the head of security. But that is her one and only strong suit. She is very, very good at getting people in line. She thinks outside the box and takes a very proactive approach to things rather than reactive. Even though she procrastinates for things she is told to do, she often takes initiative in other projects like updating security or creating new training programs for guards. She likes her job, even though she complains about it a lot. She just gets moody and ends up in funny phases. But she puts her energy in the right place and does a fantastic job, and that is what matters the most in the long run.
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Jareth Olttorier
Ravenscroft Fight Club Fighter
Aura Code: _
Aura Scent: _
Ability: _
Age: _
Kin: Sabine (mother), Urban (father), Traude, Hannelore, and Leiselotte (sisters0, Tobias (brother)
Tattoo: _
Jareth was never one to settle down, so seeing that he finally made it in with the Ravenscrofts and swore allegiances and the like can come across as a surprise. But he does it for the money. He does it because he has the skills. There's something enthralling about him, perhaps it's his disposition or perhaps it's simply his decency. But nonetheless, people tend to ask him for favors, while learning as much about him as possible.
Ravenscroft Fight Club Fighter
Aura Code: _
Aura Scent: _
Ability: _
Age: _
Kin: Sabine (mother), Urban (father), Traude, Hannelore, and Leiselotte (sisters0, Tobias (brother)
Tattoo: _
Jareth was never one to settle down, so seeing that he finally made it in with the Ravenscrofts and swore allegiances and the like can come across as a surprise. But he does it for the money. He does it because he has the skills. There's something enthralling about him, perhaps it's his disposition or perhaps it's simply his decency. But nonetheless, people tend to ask him for favors, while learning as much about him as possible.
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Reo Kopara
Norcross Hunter 2nd Class
Aura Code: 8D65FC, blue lavender
Aura Scent: electric smoke
Ability: create words of power
Age: 35
Kin: Iratian and Talos Draconis (sons)
Tattoo: _
Much like Ciel Norcross, or should one say, Everette, this hunter is one of secrecy, though perhaps not to Everette's extremes. He has secrets like most people, but his tend to extend to keeping his family, life, and everything not directly related to the Norcross under lock and key. Reo is not much of a doer. He tends to linger in the background and just sort of watch. Not because he is a people observer, which he isn’t, but because he literally has nothing better to do. When he is not hunting, he tends to lack all sense of drive and purpose and just sort of flounders, directionless, until he gets another order his way. So, despite him being among the ranks of the second class hunters, Reo is seen doing a lot of things around the house like any other regular member. He keeps hunting as his first and foremost priority, but he likes to stay busy, so he will take on menial tasks. Reo is considered smart, but he is not some exceptionally bright person. He stays pretty average. Sometimes he says things that are rather beyond himself, but that is the only time he really can surprise people. Otherwise, this unassuming character tends to just fill up random void space in rooms and be there to lend a hand if need be. If one tried to find out information about Reo Kopara, they would first discover that Reo Kopara does not exist. His name is an alias for reasons he would not say. In truth, Reo was a Pendragon. He left the family and took on a new name sometime after their destruction at the Venantium's hands to protect his then unborn son Iratian. Both his children were born with incredible powers, as befits those of Pendragon blood, and so he kept them a secret so as not to draw the Venantium's attention. He had heard rumors, or rather whispers of rumors, that something was stirring between the GRAIL and the Venantium, something concerning children. And when the children of the families began to disappear, his fears were justified. Reo is very much loyal to the Norcross. He forsook everything of his former life to serve Loki Norcross and do his best as a hunter.
Norcross Hunter 2nd Class
Aura Code: 8D65FC, blue lavender
Aura Scent: electric smoke
Ability: create words of power
Age: 35
Kin: Iratian and Talos Draconis (sons)
Tattoo: _
Much like Ciel Norcross, or should one say, Everette, this hunter is one of secrecy, though perhaps not to Everette's extremes. He has secrets like most people, but his tend to extend to keeping his family, life, and everything not directly related to the Norcross under lock and key. Reo is not much of a doer. He tends to linger in the background and just sort of watch. Not because he is a people observer, which he isn’t, but because he literally has nothing better to do. When he is not hunting, he tends to lack all sense of drive and purpose and just sort of flounders, directionless, until he gets another order his way. So, despite him being among the ranks of the second class hunters, Reo is seen doing a lot of things around the house like any other regular member. He keeps hunting as his first and foremost priority, but he likes to stay busy, so he will take on menial tasks. Reo is considered smart, but he is not some exceptionally bright person. He stays pretty average. Sometimes he says things that are rather beyond himself, but that is the only time he really can surprise people. Otherwise, this unassuming character tends to just fill up random void space in rooms and be there to lend a hand if need be. If one tried to find out information about Reo Kopara, they would first discover that Reo Kopara does not exist. His name is an alias for reasons he would not say. In truth, Reo was a Pendragon. He left the family and took on a new name sometime after their destruction at the Venantium's hands to protect his then unborn son Iratian. Both his children were born with incredible powers, as befits those of Pendragon blood, and so he kept them a secret so as not to draw the Venantium's attention. He had heard rumors, or rather whispers of rumors, that something was stirring between the GRAIL and the Venantium, something concerning children. And when the children of the families began to disappear, his fears were justified. Reo is very much loyal to the Norcross. He forsook everything of his former life to serve Loki Norcross and do his best as a hunter.
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Logan Avdimi Shield
Pendragon Runner
Aura Code: FF0055
Aura Scent: amber and honey with a drop of vanilla
Ability: turn things inside out
Age: 13
Kin: Nathaniel Shield (father), Aethelu Pendragon-Shield (mother), Achille Pendragon (uncle), Sagremor Pendragon (uncle), Asia Pendragon (aunt),Suzume Pendragon (aunt), Acris Pendragon (cousin), Exeo Pendragon(cousin), Kaius Pendragon (cousin)
Tattoo: coming soon
What was once small and fragile has now become greater and stronger. Logan is no more the terrified little creature who hid from his powers and cowered at the thought of turning things inside out. He now understands his powers and the great things he can achieve through them. A terrible power to be sure, but he knows when and where to use it: against his enemies, and he has plenty of those. Not that at his thirteen years he has any particular enemies of his own, but he serves the family and utilizes his abilities in that manner. You see, Novo, which means change in the Latin language, became a signal. A signal to activate his inborn ability of transforming the subject. Transform. Change. Once he thinks that word with that very instinctive desire, and once he has touched something, the living creature under his touch will violently turn itself inside out. He always felt the need as a child to be afraid of his thoughts. At any time, he could slip and kill whatever he held onto. He feared his powers and let them rule him. Even after receiving his tattoo, he continued to cower under the weight of the responsibility and danger. He killed without wanting to and believed he had no control. It was only when the godfather slapped some sense into him, quite literally too, did he finally pull his shattered self together and begin transpiring towards a greater goal. Some might say the godfather abused him and that it was wrong, especially being that Logan was already a tormented soul. But it wasn't as some people say, and he is actually very greatful. He knows he couldn't have healed without it. Harsh command and occasionally physical punishment were the only way he was to grow and change, much like the Spartans of old and their violent forms of strengthening their own young. Logan is now training to be a soldier in the Pendragon army. Pushing himself to be the best, he goes a bit beyond the call of duty, which is dangerous, but he is determined enough which will make up for it, he's sure. Logan is a tall, lean boy of thirteen years. He has wide, curious eyes the color of dark amethysts and shaggy hair that reaches to his shoulders, the color of untainted snow. His soul is tainted innocence and the sweetness of wondrous youth: it is the scent of amber and honey with a drop of vanilla. And then he is passion and fire and energy, his shimmering aura a violent shade of a neon raspberry color. He's shy, usually hiding in the presence of others wether they mean him harm or not. He's quiet usually, and very obseravnt, always keeping an eye on things and making silent calculations. A look in his eyes, and one can just see the gears turning in his head. Some things just won't change about him. Imaginative and bright, Logan is always on the hunt for a good book to read. He likes books; the feel and weight of them and the stories they tell. He will often read them to himself every evening by the light of a campfire if he makes one. He also loves animals, and soon found a couple animals that were friendly enough to befriend. He's usually seen in the company of mice. He likes mice because they are small, curious, and shy; just like he was. It reminds him of good memories, even if those memories were in the days where he wasn't so strong. Logan also still has a very big, gentle heart, and he loves fiercely. If you hurt a friend of his, he will do everything in his power to hurt you back. It's just a part of the things that will remain a deep part of him.
Pendragon Runner
Aura Code: FF0055
Aura Scent: amber and honey with a drop of vanilla
Ability: turn things inside out
Age: 13
Kin: Nathaniel Shield (father), Aethelu Pendragon-Shield (mother), Achille Pendragon (uncle), Sagremor Pendragon (uncle), Asia Pendragon (aunt),Suzume Pendragon (aunt), Acris Pendragon (cousin), Exeo Pendragon(cousin), Kaius Pendragon (cousin)
Tattoo: coming soon
What was once small and fragile has now become greater and stronger. Logan is no more the terrified little creature who hid from his powers and cowered at the thought of turning things inside out. He now understands his powers and the great things he can achieve through them. A terrible power to be sure, but he knows when and where to use it: against his enemies, and he has plenty of those. Not that at his thirteen years he has any particular enemies of his own, but he serves the family and utilizes his abilities in that manner. You see, Novo, which means change in the Latin language, became a signal. A signal to activate his inborn ability of transforming the subject. Transform. Change. Once he thinks that word with that very instinctive desire, and once he has touched something, the living creature under his touch will violently turn itself inside out. He always felt the need as a child to be afraid of his thoughts. At any time, he could slip and kill whatever he held onto. He feared his powers and let them rule him. Even after receiving his tattoo, he continued to cower under the weight of the responsibility and danger. He killed without wanting to and believed he had no control. It was only when the godfather slapped some sense into him, quite literally too, did he finally pull his shattered self together and begin transpiring towards a greater goal. Some might say the godfather abused him and that it was wrong, especially being that Logan was already a tormented soul. But it wasn't as some people say, and he is actually very greatful. He knows he couldn't have healed without it. Harsh command and occasionally physical punishment were the only way he was to grow and change, much like the Spartans of old and their violent forms of strengthening their own young. Logan is now training to be a soldier in the Pendragon army. Pushing himself to be the best, he goes a bit beyond the call of duty, which is dangerous, but he is determined enough which will make up for it, he's sure. Logan is a tall, lean boy of thirteen years. He has wide, curious eyes the color of dark amethysts and shaggy hair that reaches to his shoulders, the color of untainted snow. His soul is tainted innocence and the sweetness of wondrous youth: it is the scent of amber and honey with a drop of vanilla. And then he is passion and fire and energy, his shimmering aura a violent shade of a neon raspberry color. He's shy, usually hiding in the presence of others wether they mean him harm or not. He's quiet usually, and very obseravnt, always keeping an eye on things and making silent calculations. A look in his eyes, and one can just see the gears turning in his head. Some things just won't change about him. Imaginative and bright, Logan is always on the hunt for a good book to read. He likes books; the feel and weight of them and the stories they tell. He will often read them to himself every evening by the light of a campfire if he makes one. He also loves animals, and soon found a couple animals that were friendly enough to befriend. He's usually seen in the company of mice. He likes mice because they are small, curious, and shy; just like he was. It reminds him of good memories, even if those memories were in the days where he wasn't so strong. Logan also still has a very big, gentle heart, and he loves fiercely. If you hurt a friend of his, he will do everything in his power to hurt you back. It's just a part of the things that will remain a deep part of him.
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Kaius Drystan Pendragon
Pendragon Survivor
Aura Code: F8CF00
Aura Scent: cedar wood
Ability: telekenesis
Age: 16
Kin: Sagremor Pendragon (father), Suzume Pendragon (mother)
Tattoo: coming soon
As the son of the great general of the Pendragon's Royal Army, it is only natural their firstborn and only son would follow in his father's footsteps. In a way, it was predetermined for him that he would be, much the same way his father was raised since birth to understand the army was his to rule. Kaius accepted his lot in life gladly. He strives to be his best under any circumstances. People have confronted him about choosing his own path in life and not letting his father determine where he goes for the rest of his days, but Kaius enjoys his life, honestly and truly. Even if he had been given the choice earlier in life, he really believes he would have picked the army over anything else. Now at seventeen, he has passed his training years and has been in the real heat of battle and has fought his way through the ranks as an official soldier. He's always had to fight for his way in life. Doubly hard in fact. His father wasn't about to make exceptions just because Kaius was his son. Nothing was ever handed to him on a silver platter. He had to live tough and hard and dirty with the rest of the lowest ranks. He eventually ascended to the rank of Captain, but only through his strenuous efforts. Despite the brutality of the military and the cold, lack of emotion he received from his father, Kaius has grown to be a rather warm soul. Granted, his personality on the battlefield are anything short of vicious, but to those who are not his enemy, he is friendly, open, and honest. Never fully trustworthy. He knows the harsh reality of being stabbed in the back. He is not so naive that he could give his complete trust to someone implicitly. He has his reservations. But he is almost an exact opposite of his father in general attitude. As a Pendragon, Kaius exudes nobility and stature. He's always at attention and focused. He is always ready for anything and putting on a serious, dignified air. He seldom relaxes when in the company of others, even when away from the army altogether and on his own. It's just him and his nature. Kaius bears the usual Pendragon family's blonde hair, but the timber wolf gray eyes he gets from his mother.
Pendragon Survivor
Aura Code: F8CF00
Aura Scent: cedar wood
Ability: telekenesis
Age: 16
Kin: Sagremor Pendragon (father), Suzume Pendragon (mother)
Tattoo: coming soon
As the son of the great general of the Pendragon's Royal Army, it is only natural their firstborn and only son would follow in his father's footsteps. In a way, it was predetermined for him that he would be, much the same way his father was raised since birth to understand the army was his to rule. Kaius accepted his lot in life gladly. He strives to be his best under any circumstances. People have confronted him about choosing his own path in life and not letting his father determine where he goes for the rest of his days, but Kaius enjoys his life, honestly and truly. Even if he had been given the choice earlier in life, he really believes he would have picked the army over anything else. Now at seventeen, he has passed his training years and has been in the real heat of battle and has fought his way through the ranks as an official soldier. He's always had to fight for his way in life. Doubly hard in fact. His father wasn't about to make exceptions just because Kaius was his son. Nothing was ever handed to him on a silver platter. He had to live tough and hard and dirty with the rest of the lowest ranks. He eventually ascended to the rank of Captain, but only through his strenuous efforts. Despite the brutality of the military and the cold, lack of emotion he received from his father, Kaius has grown to be a rather warm soul. Granted, his personality on the battlefield are anything short of vicious, but to those who are not his enemy, he is friendly, open, and honest. Never fully trustworthy. He knows the harsh reality of being stabbed in the back. He is not so naive that he could give his complete trust to someone implicitly. He has his reservations. But he is almost an exact opposite of his father in general attitude. As a Pendragon, Kaius exudes nobility and stature. He's always at attention and focused. He is always ready for anything and putting on a serious, dignified air. He seldom relaxes when in the company of others, even when away from the army altogether and on his own. It's just him and his nature. Kaius bears the usual Pendragon family's blonde hair, but the timber wolf gray eyes he gets from his mother.
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Sagremor Turquine Pendragon
General of the Royal Pendragon Army / Pendragon Survivor
Aura Code: 711D01
Aura Scent: gunpowder, steel, and blood
Ability: shoot concentrated bolts of beta radiation
Age: 33
Kin: Ector Pendragon (father), Isolde Pendragon (mother), Achille Pendragon (brother), Aethelu Shield (sister), Suzume Pendragon (wife), Kaius Pendragon (son), Acris Pendragon (nephew),Exeo Pendragon (nephew), Logan Shield (nephew)
Tattoo: coming soon
Sagremor Turquine Pendragon is not the sort of man to be crossed. At just thirty-three years of age, he is firmly established as the most worthy and supreme ruler over the entirety of the Pendragon's Royal Army. He has the cold and harsh demeanor of one who understands the great responsibility that so often is stated to accompany great power. He has fought and bled for the men that serve him, and he knows the worst the world has to offer. He has seen his men through the thick of it and they have come out stronger and better through his iron hard teachings. Sagremor knew he was destined for this role. It was determined to him the day he was born. As the second son of Ector and Isolde, the throne was to his elder brother Achille and not to him. He took it well enough, raised and groomed for the position. He was taught military history, tactics, battle strategy, psychology, the finer workings or weapons and machines of war. He never cared for his own emotions, only the feelings of others and how to either suppress or utilize them. He is not manipulative, only able to sympathize on the lightest of levels and help his men deal with issues of the mind as they may arise through trauma and death that they will most certainly face. They are men of the battlefield, and so must bear the brunt of the battle. As to the meaning of not caring for his own emotions, Sagremor was only ever taught strength and sound mind of character. He was taught how to objectify, and in that, objectified himself. He sees himself as his own tool rather than as a body with a soul and desire and feeling and future. He knows only war. He is its machine. When duty calls, he is quick to respond. When the families needed unity, he stepped up to the plate when called upon to unite two families through the unity of marriage. He did not marry for love or anything of that sort, he married only because it was a job. Just as having a family was a job. He met the minimum requirement of having one son, and that is all he will care to do. The only people he acknowledges as beings rather than tools are his brother Achille and his wife Suzume. Achille simply because he is the godfather and Sagremor's superior, therefor it sis his duty to acknowledge his own inferiority and obey Achille's every order. Self explanatory. But his wife is another thing. Suzume is a strong, fiery spirit, as determined and well versed in war as he. They are of an accord, and therefore they understand one another on a higher degree. They speak a different language, a language of tactics and weapons and movement of troops. A language of style and code and honor. He sees her not as a tool or superior but as a voice of reason. She won't be his equal. He has none in his own objectified eyes. Neither is she completely inferior. She is one he can reason with and maybe even trust. Over the years, they have come to tolerate and respect each other, perhaps she feels more for him, but he won't return the feelings. He can't.
General of the Royal Pendragon Army / Pendragon Survivor
Aura Code: 711D01
Aura Scent: gunpowder, steel, and blood
Ability: shoot concentrated bolts of beta radiation
Age: 33
Kin: Ector Pendragon (father), Isolde Pendragon (mother), Achille Pendragon (brother), Aethelu Shield (sister), Suzume Pendragon (wife), Kaius Pendragon (son), Acris Pendragon (nephew),Exeo Pendragon (nephew), Logan Shield (nephew)
Tattoo: coming soon
Sagremor Turquine Pendragon is not the sort of man to be crossed. At just thirty-three years of age, he is firmly established as the most worthy and supreme ruler over the entirety of the Pendragon's Royal Army. He has the cold and harsh demeanor of one who understands the great responsibility that so often is stated to accompany great power. He has fought and bled for the men that serve him, and he knows the worst the world has to offer. He has seen his men through the thick of it and they have come out stronger and better through his iron hard teachings. Sagremor knew he was destined for this role. It was determined to him the day he was born. As the second son of Ector and Isolde, the throne was to his elder brother Achille and not to him. He took it well enough, raised and groomed for the position. He was taught military history, tactics, battle strategy, psychology, the finer workings or weapons and machines of war. He never cared for his own emotions, only the feelings of others and how to either suppress or utilize them. He is not manipulative, only able to sympathize on the lightest of levels and help his men deal with issues of the mind as they may arise through trauma and death that they will most certainly face. They are men of the battlefield, and so must bear the brunt of the battle. As to the meaning of not caring for his own emotions, Sagremor was only ever taught strength and sound mind of character. He was taught how to objectify, and in that, objectified himself. He sees himself as his own tool rather than as a body with a soul and desire and feeling and future. He knows only war. He is its machine. When duty calls, he is quick to respond. When the families needed unity, he stepped up to the plate when called upon to unite two families through the unity of marriage. He did not marry for love or anything of that sort, he married only because it was a job. Just as having a family was a job. He met the minimum requirement of having one son, and that is all he will care to do. The only people he acknowledges as beings rather than tools are his brother Achille and his wife Suzume. Achille simply because he is the godfather and Sagremor's superior, therefor it sis his duty to acknowledge his own inferiority and obey Achille's every order. Self explanatory. But his wife is another thing. Suzume is a strong, fiery spirit, as determined and well versed in war as he. They are of an accord, and therefore they understand one another on a higher degree. They speak a different language, a language of tactics and weapons and movement of troops. A language of style and code and honor. He sees her not as a tool or superior but as a voice of reason. She won't be his equal. He has none in his own objectified eyes. Neither is she completely inferior. She is one he can reason with and maybe even trust. Over the years, they have come to tolerate and respect each other, perhaps she feels more for him, but he won't return the feelings. He can't.
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Sander Gotsjka
Lone Theia / Student / Beta Tester for video games
Aura Code: #, blue husky eyes
Aura Scent: baked yams
Ability: create sentient smoke beings
Age: 13
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: snapping turtle head above his right elbow
Lone Theia / Student / Beta Tester for video games
Aura Code: #, blue husky eyes
Aura Scent: baked yams
Ability: create sentient smoke beings
Age: 13
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: snapping turtle head above his right elbow
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Jecis Peti Astrauckas
Human / Student / Photographer
Aura Code: #, clementine
Aura Scent: fresh strawberries and vanilla cream
Age: 17
Kin: n/a
Human / Student / Photographer
Aura Code: #, clementine
Aura Scent: fresh strawberries and vanilla cream
Age: 17
Kin: n/a
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Ayano Hisashi
petty gang drug runner
Aura Code: #, sage
Aura Scent: mud after heavy rain
Ability: can extinguish or create light in a space by clapping his hands
Age: 19
Kin: none
Tattoo: a cat's eye on the back of his neck
petty gang drug runner
Aura Code: #, sage
Aura Scent: mud after heavy rain
Ability: can extinguish or create light in a space by clapping his hands
Age: 19
Kin: none
Tattoo: a cat's eye on the back of his neck
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Eoin Williams
Chef at the Wet Noodle / hitman for hire
Aura Code: #, burnt sienna
Aura Scent: clay
Ability: create golems to defend him
Age: 23
Kin: Elian William (twin brother)
Tattoo: Star of David on his right wrist
His tattoo, a star of David, refers not to any Jewish heritage, for he lacks that entirely. It refers to his power, which is to create golems out of clay to protect him, a thing out of Jewish mythology.
Chef at the Wet Noodle / hitman for hire
Aura Code: #, burnt sienna
Aura Scent: clay
Ability: create golems to defend him
Age: 23
Kin: Elian William (twin brother)
Tattoo: Star of David on his right wrist
His tattoo, a star of David, refers not to any Jewish heritage, for he lacks that entirely. It refers to his power, which is to create golems out of clay to protect him, a thing out of Jewish mythology.
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Elian Williams
College Student / theif
Aura Code: #, green sea glass
Aura Scent: stuffy air
Ability: wall climbing
Age: 23
Kin: Eoin Williams (twin brother)
Tattoo: Sylvester the cat from Looney Toons on his left shoulder blade
College Student / theif
Aura Code: #, green sea glass
Aura Scent: stuffy air
Ability: wall climbing
Age: 23
Kin: Eoin Williams (twin brother)
Tattoo: Sylvester the cat from Looney Toons on his left shoulder blade
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Kyle Vanner
Human / Freelance Photographer
Aura Code: #, creamy brown
Aura Scent: dandelions
Age: 19
Kin: n/a
Human / Freelance Photographer
Aura Code: #, creamy brown
Aura Scent: dandelions
Age: 19
Kin: n/a
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Claes Folke Lindquist
Theia / Pendragon Runner
Aura Code: #, burnt leather
Aura Scent: autumn pine
Ability: super strong jaws
Age: 15
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: antlers on his shoulder blades
Theia / Pendragon Runner
Aura Code: #, burnt leather
Aura Scent: autumn pine
Ability: super strong jaws
Age: 15
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: antlers on his shoulder blades
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Mustafa Demir
Oprhan
Aura Code: #, pale gold
Aura Scent: baked potatoes
Ability: create new laws of physics for a limited time
Age: 14
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: none
Oprhan
Aura Code: #, pale gold
Aura Scent: baked potatoes
Ability: create new laws of physics for a limited time
Age: 14
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: none
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Zulfiqar Nejem
bartender / ex-assassin
Aura Code: #, cherry red
Aura Scent: cherry pie filling
Ability: explode things using own blood to target
Age: 24
Kin: Tarek (brother)
Tattoo: tribal bumblebee on his ring finger
Zulfiqar Nejem was born in Saudi Arabia. His family came to New Zealand to escape the al-Qaeda. He was very little when they moved, so he doesn't remember or care to remember his home. When he was about twelve, he started losing control of an ability he never knew he had. Everytime his blood got onto something, that something would explode. When his ability got out of hand and he accidentally blew up a car, his parents took him to one of the families to get his tattoo. His parents then confessed to him that they had left to protect him and his brother so the al-Qaeda would not draft him and use his abilities for their nefarious purposes. Though he is very grateful to his parents for what they did, but he doesn't exactly use his powers for good. He's not creative enough to figure out how.
Zulfiqar has messy black hair that is jagged and straight. He has tanned skin, but not that much. He could pass for European. He has a very strong jaw, defined cheekbones, red eyes, and a slightly sloped nose.
bartender / ex-assassin
Aura Code: #, cherry red
Aura Scent: cherry pie filling
Ability: explode things using own blood to target
Age: 24
Kin: Tarek (brother)
Tattoo: tribal bumblebee on his ring finger
Zulfiqar Nejem was born in Saudi Arabia. His family came to New Zealand to escape the al-Qaeda. He was very little when they moved, so he doesn't remember or care to remember his home. When he was about twelve, he started losing control of an ability he never knew he had. Everytime his blood got onto something, that something would explode. When his ability got out of hand and he accidentally blew up a car, his parents took him to one of the families to get his tattoo. His parents then confessed to him that they had left to protect him and his brother so the al-Qaeda would not draft him and use his abilities for their nefarious purposes. Though he is very grateful to his parents for what they did, but he doesn't exactly use his powers for good. He's not creative enough to figure out how.
Zulfiqar has messy black hair that is jagged and straight. He has tanned skin, but not that much. He could pass for European. He has a very strong jaw, defined cheekbones, red eyes, and a slightly sloped nose.
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Raja Setiawan
Theia / student
Aura Code: #, tawny orange
Aura Scent: foxglove
Ability: create and manipulate metal, whip-like forms that extend from his body
Age: 13
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: outline of Indonesia on back of neck
Theia / student
Aura Code: #, tawny orange
Aura Scent: foxglove
Ability: create and manipulate metal, whip-like forms that extend from his body
Age: 13
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: outline of Indonesia on back of neck
Danny Felis
Engelkönig head chef
Aura Code: #, vermillion
Aura Scent: parsley, mint, and cucumber
Ability: implant embodiment of sloth in others
Age: 34
Kin: none
Tattoo: sleeping cat over bellybutton
Engelkönig head chef
Aura Code: #, vermillion
Aura Scent: parsley, mint, and cucumber
Ability: implant embodiment of sloth in others
Age: 34
Kin: none
Tattoo: sleeping cat over bellybutton
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Carus Lannister
Theia
Aura Code: #, blood red
Aura Scent: old wood
Ability: shapeshift into a lion
Age: 17
Kin: none
Tattoo: roaring lion on his back
Carus Lannister
Theia
Aura Code: #, blood red
Aura Scent: old wood
Ability: shapeshift into a lion
Age: 17
Kin: none
Tattoo: roaring lion on his back
Carus Lannister
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Umi Jupitarius
Lone Theia
Aura Code: #, carnation pink
Aura Scent: freshly baked pumpkin pie
Ability: exude peace and calm depending on distress in targets
Age: 19
Kin: Cato Firebrand (cousin)
Tattoo: little angel wings and halo on right ankle
Lone Theia
Aura Code: #, carnation pink
Aura Scent: freshly baked pumpkin pie
Ability: exude peace and calm depending on distress in targets
Age: 19
Kin: Cato Firebrand (cousin)
Tattoo: little angel wings and halo on right ankle
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Kenan Granger
Pendragon Runner
Aura Code: #, burgundy with a blueish tinge
Aura Scent: tumeric
Ability: create highly compressed air bullets which he shoots with a 'finger gun'
Age: 20
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: cartoon panda riding a rocket and wielding a bazooka on his stomach
Pendragon Runner
Aura Code: #, burgundy with a blueish tinge
Aura Scent: tumeric
Ability: create highly compressed air bullets which he shoots with a 'finger gun'
Age: 20
Kin: n/a
Tattoo: cartoon panda riding a rocket and wielding a bazooka on his stomach
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Tobias Talbot
Human / hacker and all-around genius
Aura Code: #, ultramarine
Aura Scent: cold air
Age: 14
Kin: n/a
With an IQ exceeding 300, Tobias is one of the most brilliant minds in the world. Problem is, his intelligence is hidden from the world as he would much rather pass by with as little notice as possible. He hates attention, and there are very few he lets into his circle of friends. He is aware of the existence of Theias, having hacked into just about every top secret database known to man. The first time he came across them was when he accidentally infiltrated several calls between Hawthorne members during a civil dispute. All the talk of supernatural things led Tobias to dig deeper into the structure of the mafia families. He eventually gathered enough information to be able to stalk them on one of their runs, and he caught a Ravenscroft using their power to bend the metal of a safe away and leave the money behind. Tobias doesn't really know what to do with his newly gained information. He's considered blackmail, but he's so comfortable with his current life that he doesn't care too much to disrupt the peace.
Tobias is a very slight boy with pale skin, golden-brown eyes, and dark brown hair.
Human / hacker and all-around genius
Aura Code: #, ultramarine
Aura Scent: cold air
Age: 14
Kin: n/a
With an IQ exceeding 300, Tobias is one of the most brilliant minds in the world. Problem is, his intelligence is hidden from the world as he would much rather pass by with as little notice as possible. He hates attention, and there are very few he lets into his circle of friends. He is aware of the existence of Theias, having hacked into just about every top secret database known to man. The first time he came across them was when he accidentally infiltrated several calls between Hawthorne members during a civil dispute. All the talk of supernatural things led Tobias to dig deeper into the structure of the mafia families. He eventually gathered enough information to be able to stalk them on one of their runs, and he caught a Ravenscroft using their power to bend the metal of a safe away and leave the money behind. Tobias doesn't really know what to do with his newly gained information. He's considered blackmail, but he's so comfortable with his current life that he doesn't care too much to disrupt the peace.
Tobias is a very slight boy with pale skin, golden-brown eyes, and dark brown hair.