Shadows Of San Cypria | Character Sheets

BennyQ · Aug 14, 2023

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Character Table of Contents
Caden Macklin – Lunarius
Cato Bishop – BennyQ
Everett Kennedy - Lunarius
Gianna Lombardi - Lunarius
Harj Khanna – BennyQ
Juniper Greene – Tinker
Kali Mercer – Lunarius
Mae Collins – Tinker
Malthus – Andronica
Rexford Calloway – Lunarius
Sydney Hirsch – Tinker
Victoria Cawdrey – Andronica
William Cole - Grimalkin

Lunarius · Aug 15, 2023

Everett Kennedy
Rett | ~

Birthplace: San Cypria
Species: Born
Age: 37
Apparent Age: Mid-30's
Occupation: Firefighter

Gender: Male | He/Him/His
Orientation: Yes

Faceclaim: Tom Hardy
Written By: Lunarius

4 Bear forms, Normal Black bear, Dire Black bear, Hybrid Form, and War Bear
Strength: Can lift more than double that of peak human strength
Heightened Senses: All of his senses are extremely heightened more than that of a human.

Background

Everett grew up with a tight-knit family. His parents were an elderly couple who had adopted him when he was thirteen years old. They had some idea of what he was, given they were therianthropes as well. It was part of why he had been left with them after his family left him behind. He never took the time to seek out the people who had abandoned him, never really had the desire. The people who raised him were the ones who he considered family and that was good enough for him.

Over the years he has found that his strength and skills are best suited to saving lives. Thus he signed up to be a volunteer firefighter at 18 and a few years later was hired into a paid position with the unit. He is young for a werebear, and one or two of the older weres that are on the squad with him often tease him about being the "cub" of the group. Something he takes with grace.

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Lunarius · Aug 15, 2023

Kali Mercer
Kal | Demon of Chaos

Birthplace: Long before the Ottoman Empire
Species: Demon
Age: Rude
Apparent Age: Mid to Late 20's
Occupation: Er Doctor/Assassin

Gender:[/B] Female | She/Her
Orientation: Polysexual

Faceclaim: Hande Ercel
Written By: T Lunarius

Chaos Magic: Can make or break chaotic energies in the air.
Chaos Syphon: Feeds off the Chaos around her
Skilled Martial Artist: Has had many years to train in various forms of martial arts.

Background

The world began as chaos. Energies colliding, screaming as matter formed and created the universe, and eventually the Earth as it is known today. With the birth of the universe came the birth Kali and her kind. Chaos demons who fed on the uncertainty the worlds had created in their creation. Hungry for more she and her sisters spread out across the world, seeing out their own paths. Causing wars in search of sustenance.

Kyli found herself searching for more, than just that. The humans and other beings of the world kept her content. She rarely wanted for anything. Among the wars, she was there. The front lines of the human battles under the guise of a healer. Enjoying the surplus of pleasure their misery brought. That's when she found him. Intrigued and amused she took him as her companion. Spending centuries upon centuries among the ruins of man, hunting and killing, until wars became more sophisticated, more organized.

The energies weren't the same anymore. There was a calm and less personal touch to the misery of man when they fought their wars and so she sought our her feasts in another manner. Still bearing the badge of a healer she hides among others feeding on the chaos of an emergency room. Still taking contracts, she and her companion have made a name for themselves both in hospitals and the criminal underground.

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Lunarius · Aug 15, 2023

Caden Macklin

Mac | Mutt (Syd only)

Birthplace: San Cypria
Species: Made Wolf
Age: 125
Apparent Age: Late 30’s
Occupation: Illegal Fights/Gym Owner

Gender: Male | He/Him
Orientation: Straight

Faceclaim: Joel Kinnaman
Written By: Lunarius

4 Wolf Forms: Wolf, Direwolf, Hybrid, Crinos
Strength: Has more than double peak human strength
Heightened Senses
Trained Fighter: Has been fighting in street fights for over a century now.

Background

Nearly a hundred years before Mac had been a well known street fighter in San Cypria. He had grown up on the streets, never really knowing much about his parentage other than his father was some jackass who took off on his mother. She was pretty much absent due to various Johns and addiction problems. He was left to his own devices.

His life changed the night he was attacked and turned. The world went from a small corner to something much darker and larger in the blink of an eye for him. He had abilities and strengths he wasn't accustomed to, and quickly had to adjust in order to survive. During this time he met the love of his life, though it would take some time before he would prove himself worthy in her eyes. He understood she had her reservations, and was all too willing to let her decide in her own time when it was right for them. In the end his patience won over, and they have been together ever since.

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Lunarius · Aug 15, 2023

Rexford Calloway

Rex

Birthplace: San Cypria
Species: Made Hyena
Age: 37
Apparent Age: Late 30’s
Occupation: Gallery Owner

Gender: Male | He/Him
Orientation: Queer as fuck

Faceclaim: Kieran Culkin
Written By: Lunarius

Personality

Sassy | Short Attention Span | Depressive | Considerate

Powers | Gifts | Abilities:

4 Hyena Forms: Hyena, Dire-hyena, Hybrid, War Hyena
Strength: Has more than double peak human strength
Heightened Senses
Keen Eye: An exceptional photographer

Background

Raised as the spare for his fathers elite enterprise, Rex enjoyed a lift of little expectation outside of not embarrassing the family name. His father had little interest or time for him,. His mother doted on him, and often made sure to spoil him. He had a few smaller rebellions as a teen, but nothing that brought complete shame on the family. He was raised with the proverbial silver spoon, however most that he has achieved has been as much to his own merit than his families. Wishing to separate himself from them.

Until recently his life had been mostly normal, however a fateful trip to Paris saw to it that his life was thrown yet another curve ball. It's with Juni's help that he has started to come out of a dark place in his life and strive to once again do more than just survive.

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Tinker · Aug 15, 2023

Sydney Macklin
Syd | Mistress of Darkness (the Mutt only)

Birthplace: Danville, Illinois
Species: Bound Revenant | Made
Age: Getting real close to sixty
Apparent Age: Mid to late twenties
Occupation: Owner and operator of The Slaughtered Lamb, and solver of problems.

Gender: Cisfemale | she/her/hers
Orientation: Demisexual

Faceclaim: Sarah Deluxe
Written By: Tinker

Personality

Powers | Gifts | Abilities:

Bound: resurrected by a powerful, restless spirit with unfinished business, giving her a plethora of new, inhuman abilities. Can communicate with the spirit and will occasional and over control of her body…they mostly get on.
My People, The Passed: can see, hear and communicate with the dead
No Vacancy: immune to possession
I’ve Seen Worse: resistant to shock and physical repulsion from the disgusting and morbid - witnessing blood, bodily fluids, gore, injury and exotic biology - nothing turns her stomach
It’s Only a Scratch: accelerated healing and resistance to disease
That The Best You Got?: can resurrect from most mundane forms of death so long as her body is mostly intact
I’m Only Getting Started: prolonged lifespan determined by the work both Syd and the spirit feel she needs to achieve before they both feel satisfied enough to shuffle off this mortal coil
You’re Fooling No One With That Dimestore Mansuit: can sense other supernaturals passing as humans, with a high accuracy of figuring out which type as well.
None of Your Fucking Business: is obviously not human to other supernaturals but her true origins can only be perceived by very few.
Cheaper Than a Therapist: can get anyone to open up and talk, and instinctively gives the best damned advice in town…if she feels like it.
Community Spirit: both Syd and the bar are well known within the supernatural community and given the haven like status of The Slaughtered Lamb, folks generally try to stay on her good side.
I Know a Guy: holds a near encyclopedic memory of her clients and their lives, meaning she always knows exactly who to hit up when it’s time to call in a favour.
Don’t Fuck With Me: can hold her own in a physical altercation, no really, she’ll fuck your shit up.

Background

born in a small, miserable town to a single, hard working mom
was resurrected by powerful , restless spirit that recognised a young, promising life cut short way before her time to shine, by the hands of a drunk, violent and jealous step-parent
found justice in exacting revenge by sending her murderer on to the afterlife with twenty-seven calmly performed stab wounds
became estranged from her mother after a pact was made to move the body to never be found in the trunk of a derelict sedan in an abandoned lot just outside of city limits
grew up on the streets of San Cypria, finding others who lived behind the veil
picked up a job in a floundering dive called The Slaughtered Lamb once she was of age
after an attempted robbery in the bar, in which she fended of the three masked individuals with nothing but a baseball bat and years of rage, the owner decided they had enough of keeping the shithole afloat and handed the deed and license over to Sydney
saw the potential in the bar, worked her ass off and pulled every single favour she ever made to elevate the establishment as a safe haven for the supernatural community of downtown San Cypria. The Slaughtered Lamb has been running as a highly successful hotspot for the weird, the wyrd and the wild for the past twenty years under her ownership, with a recognised independence from all other territories and known as a site of total neutrality under the enforcement of heavy duty protection charms.

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has a spacious but maximalist apartment above The Lamb that is protected under the same charms as the bar that she shares with the love of her life, her husband, Caden “Mac” Macklin
is ridiculously prideful of the carefully curated jukebox in The Slaughtered Lamb, it once had the availability of allowing patrons to put their requests in via an app but that feature has since been disabled due to Mac’s unfortunate weakness for Nickelback
keeps a plethora of various “self defence” items behind the bar for herself and her staff, from a baseball bat haunted by an old mob goomba to holy water and rock salt, every eventuality is covered within grabbing distance
does in fact give zero fucks for your shit
doesn’t drink alcohol but does like to have frosty cold PBR at the end of a long shift with the Mutt, and still thinks it tastes like dog shit
loves collecting macabre trinkets: taxidermy, knives, memento mori items, antique medical equipment, carnivorous plants.
though being one of the Bound makes her seem near indestructible she is still held to the laws of the dead. Anything that can be used against ghosts to contain, cause harm or dispel will have a direct effect on Sydney. This doesn't mean she can't wear silver or have salt on her fries but it does mean if those items are used by someone with a knowledge of what she is and has the right talents to work the correct rituals, she could find herself in a whole world of bother and hurt.

Fiadh · Aug 15, 2023

Name: Deimos, Mephistopheles, The Ruiner... a rose by any other name, but Mal will do.
Age: As old as the icy core of Hell itself.
Sexuality: Heterosexual, should you be appealing enough to get that far.
Race: Demon
Occupation: Once a warring Lord of Hell, now a mob boss operating out of San Cypria. Oh, and a full-time terrible father figure.

Personality: Vain | Violent | Cunning | Charming | Selfish | Entitled | Cruel | Eloquent | Possessive | Aristocratic | ~~Humble~~ hah fuck no, he's an asshole

It should be noted that mortals are an amusement with less status even than chattel in his eyes. He has no designs to help humans even with a whiff of these brimstone rumours about. One exception turned out to be Victoria. That chip on her shoulder is awfully familiar.

Mal claims to be the inspiration for Goethe's Mephistopheles, the bringer of the Black Death, that he was once worshipped as a deity and many other delightful things. Delusions of grandeur? Perhaps. All lies? Not entirely...

Interests: Power | More power | The predictable gullibility of humans | Expensive suits | Winning | Aged spirits and cigars (where do you think Vic gets it?) | Dry wit | Hedonism / low inhibitions | Reading | Rich food | Corruption in all forms

Synopsis: He was always too prideful for his own good. Angry and vain, too, and Malthus liked that. In his youth he was notorious for visiting an array of unnecessary tribulations upon the mortals he crossed paths with. Malthus revelled in glimpsing the fear he could inspire in humans rather than keeping infernal braziers lit with soulfire in the hall of Generals. Clearly his ambition vastly outgrew his purpose as he sought to replace his own creator. Eventually that pride and cruelty came to a head cleaving a great rift between them, but Malthus did not rise the victor. He was sent away from his hellish home, from the moaning gates at the land of the dead to the sulphurous plains where he sparred. Now he had to turn his back in search of greatness. It was on the earthly realm where he settled to resume his need for more power, glory, and most of all fear. For eons he conspired hidden among humans and watched as his carefully laid plans unfolded from their hubris, until...

Victoria practically stumbled upon his slice of devilry. A meagre portal activated through her emotional turmoil; a wish for vengeance. He sensed the power in her and immediately knew he could not let her go, so he did what he did best: wove a beautiful tapestry of lies. He dangled Patience as incentive. Malthus was determined to use Victoria to claw his way out of perdition in the filthy middling realm. By 'gifting' the girl (her own) power he falsely indebted her to him and siphons the tribute she reaps to keep himself empowered. It'll only ever be a sliver of its former glory but Malthus has made leaps and bounds from where he started at his self imposed exile.

At the turn of the 19th century he and Victoria moved their work out west gradually toward San Cypria. Mal made quite a name for himself in recent decades among organized crime circles where he can feed off of blood, sin, hatred and other such delectable things.

Special Abilities:
✦ Sin Eater - Mal draws strength from negative energy attached to places and beings. To the hapless ones who seek his services - and the unwitting who stumble upon him - it first appears as a blessing to be rid of a particular feeling, but it never lasts. Instead, Mal siphons these energies and manipulates the source for himself; amplifying a mortal's rage to increase his strength, for example, or speaking a nightmare into being. Above all, he cannot resist the delicious sweetness of vice in any form. Being in proximity of the most depraved debauchery to even a simple liar will empower him.
✦ Immolate - Malthus can manifest scorching flames that acted as an extension of his will, be it for protection to encircle their master or used to lash out at his enemies and set them ablaze. On a lesser scale, he can conjure a flame in his palm or manipulating existing heat sources and small things of that nature.
✦ Mark of the Beast - As his chosen forms indicate, he is the pinnacle of strength, and his host bodies would burn out far quicker if not for the sigil burned into his flesh during Creation. The tattoo both amplifies his prowess in a host body and serves as a mark of his prior station. It is presently a tattoo on his inner forearm often covered by a rolled cuff.

Weaknesses and Flaws:
✦ Validation - There is a small part of his twisted self that covets Victoria like a daughter for he is torn between teaching her yet not wanting her to stray. Despite centuries of scorned exile, some things remain constant. Mal's compulsive need for an audience that is.
✦ Sacred Aversion - As a demon, he cannot interact with blessed objects or treat with people who have deeply rooted faith.
✦ Temper, Temper - Malthus has a problem with anger. He hates playing second fiddle to anyone. His physique belies that he is a quiet beast by nature who enjoys watching his schemes unfold like the unravelling of a tapestry. Yet in the rare event his patience runs dry the slow burning smoulder of his ire becomes very real, very quickly. It is a dangerously volatile temper that always brings bloodshed.

Dirty Deeds: As above, so below....

Ons

✦ Domination / control (G)
✦ Denial (G)
✦ Light pain (G)
✦ Chains, ropes, collars, restraints in general (G)
✦ Sensory play (G)
✦ Worship (R)
✦ Degradation (G)
✦ Marks of ownership (G)
✦ Begging (R)
✦ Bloodplay (B)

To Explore

✦ Ask. He may not bite, for a price

Offs

✦ Bathroom play
✦ Loss of control
✦ Age regression
✦ Vore
✦ Spittle, vomit, etc

Notes:
- His eyes reflect like burning embers in the dark.
- Lives in the penthouse of the Helios building

Soap&Skin - Me and the Devil | Rosenfeld - Do it for Me | Blue Foundation - Eyes on Fire | Black Math - Detonate | elegant slims - Shake the Glass

Fiadh · Aug 15, 2023

The honourable Magistrate Galen Cawdrey and his diminutive wife Rebecca took the harrowing voyage across the sea to the New World in 1697. They arrived at the town of Dover, New Hampshire. Victoria was their first and only child born just after the midnight toll of All Hallows into All Saints Day. Rarely in her youth any instance of Victoria not abiding by his rules received swift correction with scripture and the cane to whatever degree suited the offence - suffice to say, she grew up a bright and devout child because of her father's faith and in part due to his important position in town.

Victoria's dearest friend was their neighbour's daughter, Patience Abbot. She was one of the few people Lord Cawdrey deigned to let Victoria spend time with. After sermons and chores the pair were inseparable and often spent their time wandering the nearby woods to sundown, well into the bloom of their womanhood. Patience was the one person who Victoria could trust unconditionally and frequently they were compared to sisters... even if some of their interactions had been less than chaste when they became curious. To Victoria, it was a time of great discovery and mirth, and in her lack of experience she didn't see the dalliances as a serious awakening.

Their deep trust was put to the test though when one night during their usual walks through the wood, Patience confided she had a lover: Samuel Fulke, son of the town's wealthiest merchant. But Patience swore he promised to wed her soon. So without much grumbling Victoria agreed to keep watch over the secluded area that Patience and Samuel spirited to for their trysts.

When Patience revealed she was with child, Samuel denounced her. It ruined her. She begged and pleaded with her father, with the Minister, but Samuel remained stalwart in his statement that he had no designs towards her. Surely she must have bewitched him and planned to corrupt their morally upright family. Victoria spoke out as well though her father insisted she, too, must have been under the witch's spell. The very word 'witch' was like fire to parched kindling in their town as in the subsequent years the horrors of witchcraft wrought disease and famine on their godly soil. More faces of once kind neighbours came forth with accusations to a number of ailments, poor luck and hardship. Not long after on a beautiful spring morning in 1719, Patience was hanged.

So, they wanted a witch? Victoria would deliver.

On the next full moon after Patience's hurried burial, Victoria went out into the woods at night. She hadn't the slightest idea what she was doing but beseeched whoever - whatever - would hear her plea for revenge. It was there in the cold foggy woods that she found the demon, Malthus, whose kin lent their likeness to the recounted tales of devil's familiars who feasted on human vice. He was beautiful and startling in his inky blackness, lush fur plucked from the starless night itself, with fiery eyes and ram's horns. His voice was a soft lover's kiss that carried the promise of vengeance, power, and more. She pledged herself immediately and unknowingly entwined her essence to him.

Victoria returned to Dover the next morning and all resumed as normal for a few years until the Fulke's crops began to fail. Without goods or a means to accrue more wealth their patrons became irritable, disparaging their name. Adam Fulke caught the water lung and soon passed. His wife joined him not long after as pestilence spread through the household to claim the rest of Samuel's siblings. Samuel himself did not succumb to the illness but was left with a rotting legacy. He turned to drink and began to see dark and terrible things that eventually made him strike his head in.

Then Victoria aimed her quiet ire on others who ignored Patience's pleas. But maybe she become sloppy or over confident, because the Fulke's maid survived her illness and claimed to see Victoria in the woods consorting with her demon master. Victoria proudly espoused her machinations while she was chained in iron and carted to the Bellamy river's frothing edge near town. Down to the last moment when she was plunged into the icy waters Malthus refused to answer her. Not until she awoke in the Court of Ruin free from the black and cold, her lungs no longer burning, but she wasn't quite right, either.

Malthus had plans for Victoria. To fulfill her bargain, she would roam the earth in her inhuman body with her magical gifts restored. Entice bumbling mortals and immortals alike into debts that reap fruitful tribute to a sum of his choosing... and in exchange he would free Patience.

Her initial shock soon became burgeoning ego as she gave herself over to the role. Through the centuries Victoria perfected her craft through seduction and duplicity. Numerous unworthy mortals succumbed to that honeyed English accent carrying thinly veiled venom. In the most recent century she gravitated to San Cypria and revels in the consistent flow of debauchery that fuels her Master while seeking out many a delicious distraction for herself.

Special Abilities:
✦ Dealer's Choice - Any deal she makes to satisfy a request will be in some way to her advantage. Typically she deals in souls, but her prices vary: your hair turns grey, you can no longer taste sweet things, or maybe you forfeit a cherished memory? Regardless of whether she was summoned for a deal or not, one must always choose their words wisely around Victoria. If someone makes a verbal pact in passing, however small, such as agreeing to meet at a certain time or carry out a task, they will be held to it.
✦ Shape Shifting - Vic can take the form of a familiar as a conduit to see through, especially if she wants to eavesdrop or navigate through a residence or business undetected. This ability also goes to the extent of changing her gender at will to become intersex. Though for the right price she doesn't mind riding a manly meat suit.
✦ Dream Walking - She can commune with a bound debtor or summoner through dreams as well as learn from their subconscious mind.
✦ Kin of the Dark Coven - As a practising witch, albeit limited by her demonic aura, she has a plethora of spells and wards at her disposal with the exception of white magic.

Weaknesses and Flaws:
✦ White Magic - Entirely defenceless against a warlock or witch who harnesses this type of magic and cannot wield it herself. Even a novice could severely wound her or spin her ass back to Malthus' little slice of Hell if they feel like it. Binding Victoria is another matter entirely...
✦ Master's Bidding - Malthus owns her soul and as such she must act as an extension of his Will. Although technically indentured to him already, she can still be summoned and controlled by a powerful magic user and unless the binding is broken, must obey their commands to fulfill the terms of the binding. Vic loves a deal but hates when the tables are turned.
✦ Pure Elements - Vic has a negative reaction towards silver, and iron which weaken and/or burn her.
✦ Patience Abbot - Should anyone discover her pact with Malthus and threaten Patience (or what's left of her) Victoria would be on the back foot with no choice but to comply.
✦ Given how she died, Victoria hates deep bodies of water.
✦ She has a terrible smoking habit (she says otherwise, of course, because it can't kill her).
✦ Literally cannot pass up a wager.

Dirty Deeds:

Ons

✦ Seduction and teasing (G)
✦ Blood play (G)
✦ Biting (B)
✦ General roughness (B)
✦ Messy, exhausting sex
✦ Threesomes and more
✦ Leash & collar (B)
✦ Bondage / shibari (G)
✦ Gags, cuffs, blindfolds (G)
✦ Ice, feathers, wax (G)
✦ Corruption (G)
✦ Orgasm control (G)
✦ Masks
✦ Footplay (G)
✦ Exhibitionism (B)
✦ Using her tail... creatively (G)
✦ Hair pulling (B)
✦ Playful degradation / humiliation (G)
✦ Femdom (G)
✦ Being a brat (G)

To Explore

✦ While she's holding the reins, you may as well ask...nicely

Offs

✦ Filth, vore, etc
✦ Latex is a bitch to get in and out of
✦ Mutilation
✦ DD/lg
✦ Loss of control
✦ Choking - drowning wasn't fun

Chinchilla - Elements | Blakwall - Rebel Yell | Delta Rae - Bottom of the River

BennyQ · Aug 15, 2023

Cato Bishop

Birthplace: San Cypria.
Species: Pureblood Vampire.
Age: 91.
Apparent Age: 28.
Occupation: Stalks and hunts drug dealers. Not because it’s the right thing to do, but because Cato wants their money and it’s a thrill to hunt other dangerous killers and thugs.

Gender: Male | He/Him.
Orientation: Heterosexual.

Faceclaim: Caesy Deidrick.
Written By: @BennyQ

Power: Vampiric Immortality: An undead vampire, Cato has a long lifespan, immune to natural causes, though not to certain types of violent deaths, such as fatal injuries to the heart or decapitation. He also suffers from a vampire’s natural weakness in sunlight, though it can be offset by recent feeding on blood (with animal blood being the weakest, human blood being mid, and supernatural blood being strongest).
Power: Vampiric Capabilities: Possesses greater than average human strength, speed, and senses. Can see in the dark. Capability is also dependent on whether he has recently fed or not.
Power: Marksman: Cato is experienced with a wide range of weaponry, from pistols to rifles. Over his near-century of existence, he has been in numerous gun fights, battles, and exchanges, in both urban and rural environments, coalescing into a calm, collected sharpshooter and gunman qualities.

Background
There is no record of Cato’s birth. He was not born in a hospital so no birth certificate. He never had a driver’s license or a social security number. He is not even certain of his true age, thinking himself over a hundred years old by the present time. He was born to vampire parents, in the inner city of San Cypria, and his upbringing was harsh and isolated. His parents were given wholly to sensation and enslaved to their desires, being bloodhounds and thrill seekers, caring nothing for the social unit of a family or marriage. They were out of Cato’s life before he was an adult, though by then he had learned via street living the skills and thought processes needed to survive on one’s own.

He lived in San Cypria all his life, knowing nothing else beyond it’s boundaries, though he is not concerned with what is beyond. His attitude is lackluster in regards to the open world, seeing it as something he can’t really miss or lose out on if he never really had it in the first place. Being in many severe situations, with all sorts of drug dealers, killers, thieves, goons, bullies, and thugs roaming the poorer districts of the city, Cato learned how to keep a level head and really not to take things too personally, as it is just the way of life in those neighbourhoods. Being accustomed to death and despair all his life has given Cato a dry sense of humour as well. He has gone repeatedly through the cycles of capitalism, being at times poor, and at other times rich, and losing it all and repeating the cycle. But not something he wants to endure forever.

In the past decade, he has finally found his calling, and decided it was best to rather take someone else’s hard work rather than eek out a living through the slow process of honest work. Still, he does possess a sense of honour, choosing not to fuck with people who aren’t on the same lifestyle as himself. So in lieu of such targets, rich civilians and so forth, he turned to those within his old neighbourhood; the kingpins, the drug dealers, the conmen, and pimps and brothel owners. Taking their ill-gotten gains and making them his has proven to be rather fun and enjoyable, as it’s a thrill to combat with other killers and hunters who have all the capability of fighting back.

He is a wanted man, both many street gangs, organized crime, and both lawful police and corrupt law enforcement. They are hunting for him constantly, but Cato is not concerned, as he had lived his whole life with a target on his back, whether he was a formidable figure or just another mark. One day, he’ll have his due and join the elite of the city in being secure and safe in his fortunes.

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Tinker · Aug 15, 2023

Juniper Greene
Juni | Junebug

Birthplace: San Cypria
Species: Unawakened Faeborn | Born
Age: 25
Apparent Age: 25
Occupation: Gallery Assistant and Researcher

Gender: Cisfemale | she/her/hers
Orientation: Bisexual

Faceclaim: Daisy Edgar-Jones
Written By: Tinker

Personality

Powers | Gifts | Abilities:

Unawakened Faeborn: Juni currently has no idea that she’s anything other than human. She’s under the impression that she just has fairly unusual luck that seems to balance out the good with the bad. She has no clear memory of ever really dealing with the usual crop of childhood illnesses that would do the rounds in elementary schools and if you really push her, she doesn’t have any real recollection of getting sick at all. To the other supernaturals she encounters, they can sense that she’s not entirely human.

Background

conceived, carried and spat out in the Blue Laguna Trailer park in San Cypria. Was raised, in the loosest sense of the term, by a teen, drug addicted mother and her ever revolving door of questionable men.
developed her independence from a very early age out of necessity, dodging Child Protective Services to keep herself out of the system but her introversion and relative poverty meant she was an easy target for bullies her entire public shool career
learned to escape her life through books and art, her creative talent manifested early, making her a regular in the art department, not just during class hours but also every lunch and recess.
was selected for a full scholarship to School of the Art Institute of Chicago with thanks to her stunning portfolio of work and an enthusiastic, high school art faculty that worked hard to see her succeed
college was a place of great growth both in a creative and personal sense. The Fine Arts Graduate Exhibition garnered her and the art collective she had become part of, the attention of local critics with ties to New York and Los Angeles. By the time graduation had rolled around there were a total of five job offers in her inbox, posted around cultural epicenters of not just the US but also in Canada and the UK
life threw a curveball her way at her graduation party when she received the news that her mother had finally overdosed, she had survived but with the side effects of Toxic Brain Syndrome and severe kidney damage
returned to San Cypria to get her mother out of the hospital and set up with home care.
her return brought her into the gallery of one Rexford Calloway and she was near instantly hired on the spot as a gallery assistant and researcher.
surrounded by art that has kept her passion strong in the continuation of her own creativity, her paintings have continued to evolve and have begun to attract interest once more
despite her original plan to only return for the duration of her mother’s recovery, the recent revelation of deep feelings being held in secret as being mutual has meant all plans have become refocused in San Cypria

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has no awareness of her true, otherworldly parentage…or that her father’s side of the family is now looking for his sole heir. Her powers will manifest (includling some lovely fae type weaknesses) and develop in game as and when plot dictates. Nothing is set in stone at this time
is in those first magical few months of new relationship with Rexford Calloway, an evening at the gallery laid bare their mutual feelings and his condition
at this time is still pouring most of her paycheque into her mother’s full time care The woman is half mad from addiction and is making preposterous claims about her and Juniper’s life. Death is waiting in the wings
has a living and studio space near the wharf in a converted warehouse that she pays just a little too much for, considering that the whole damned building should be condemned.
is compulsively creative, she lives to paint and her mental health will take grievous hits if she is inhibited from doing so be it through time constraints or artistic blocks
still painfully introverted but has the ability to switch on a professional facade that has put pretentious artists and industry tycoons firmly in their places
stans a smol king

BennyQ · Aug 15, 2023

Harj Khanna
Serpentine Prince

Birthplace: Northern India, Old World.
Species: Serpentine Shapeshifter.
Age: ~500 years.
Apparent Age: 35.
Occupation: ER Nurse/Assassin. Occasional alchemy.

Gender: Male | He/Him.
Orientation: Heterosexual.

Faceclaim: Michele Morrone.
Written By: @BennyQ

Power: Shapeshifter. Can transform at will (and sometimes involuntarily) between human and serpentine form.
Power: Toxic Secretions. In serpentine form, Harj can produce many chemical substances with his toxins, anywhere from poisons to painkillers to aphrodisiacs.
Power: Martial Artist. Harj trains constantly and vigorously with his main companion, Kali (she’s better than him, though).
Power: Healer. Not an ability he pursues but his work alongside Kali masquerading as a hospital worker has taught him much about human biology and metabolism and how to deal with certain afflictions.
Power: Historian. Harj enjoys reading about the chaotic nature of human history and it’s adherence for incredible violence.

Background
It is not exactly known where Harj slithered into existence, but it was during the turmoil of Mughal invasions of Northern India that he was found amongst the bloody battlefields by a particular demon, Kali Mercer, who perceived his power and form and took him under her wing. He had been found moving amongst the slain and wounded, biting those with grievous wounds to give them a quick, merciless death. It was under her tutelage that he began to hone his abilities and utilize them for her pursuit of power and energies, which he can also feed off of at times, garnering new strengths and compositions for his toxins.

He has accompanied her everywhere, sometimes as a human companion, other times as a serpentine pet, coiled about her unseen or unknown to any onlooker or passerby. Through Kali, he has gained an affinity for violence, knowing how to inflict death via weapons, the martial arts, or through his serpentine form, brewing new and deadly acids and toxins. He served as her helper, student, sometimes champion (if she was bored), and companion.

In those days, they traveled from battlefield to battlefield, from one human conflict to the other, no matter where in the world. But the world has changed and advanced and with it, the nature of warfare has to, with conflict turning from up close, personal melee fighting to the impersonal, distant nature of modern warfare, with it’s guns, tanks, and artillery. There just isn’t much of a thrill in it anymore. But the nature of the world is change and adaptation, with Harj learning to adapt his abilities to better suit that of an assassin and bounty hunter. Like Kali, he has taken on the façade of a medical worker, and though he has the intelligence and capability to become a surgeon and doctor in his own right, he chose to continue following her lead by serving as a nurse, despite the occasional judgement men can get in that particular profession. He is unphased by such things, being loyal above all to the one who found and gave him purpose in life.

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Tinker · Aug 16, 2023

Mae Collins
Ms C | Sunshine

Birthplace: Seattle, Washington
Species: Hereditary Hearth Witch | Born
Age: 31
Apparent Age: 31
Occupation: High School Art Teacher

Gender: Cisfemale | she/her/hers
Orientation: Heteroflexible

Faceclaim: Emily Browning
Written By: Tinker

Personality

Powers | Gifts | Abilities:

Natural Adeptness: born with magic in her blood, Mae has a natural attunement for the mystic arts
Past Life Recall: with the right rituals and concentration, the knowledge gained in past lives can be brought into the present and retained for use as and when it is needed
So Long as I Am Needed: lifeforce can be gleaned from tapping into natural forces to extend her own life by as many years as she continues performing the necessary rituals
Bibbity Bobbity Boo: very basic small time magic (things like fixing a torn page in a book, coaxing a seed to begin sprouting, removing a stain from a garment) can be achieved with just her willpower and simple hand gestures
I Got a Recipe For That: anything can be achieved with the right spell, ingredients, time and concentration. Mae has a family Grimoire she affectionately calls her “Recipe Book” that is packed with life times worth of spells, rituals, ceremonies, hexes and curses. Some have been painstakingly written out in copperplate calligraphy in the deep maroon of virgin blood, whereas others are grease spotted napkins marked with ballpoint chicken scratch, taped to the parchment page with yellowing scotch tape.
Touch Grass: a bloodling affinity for nature is a double edged blade. Spending too much time in a bustling metropolis not only sets irritability and fatigue but Mae’s casting abilities are less potent. The longer she is in the city the more her magic loses its edge. Conversely, green spaces are oases where she can recharge and relax, even better is spending time in the wild amongst nature as it should be. Both flora and fauna seems to be attracted to Mae and seek her out for comfort, understanding and aid.

Background

the youngest of three by seven years, made Mae the most precocious and independent of her siblings
from a very young age she shined in the creative field showing both a passion and talent for art, and to her grandmother’s keen eye started to manifest signs of an adeptness for magic.
encouragement was lavished on her when she found her niche in pottery and ceramics by her educators and parents alike, but her more arcane education was taken on exuberantly by her maternal grandmother.
wanting to pursue both talents after high school, Mae stayed in her hometown Seattle to study at the University of Washington where she achieved a Bachelor of Arts degree with a major in Art, and kept evenings and weekends mostly free to spend learning the mystical arts.
college also provided a romance with a brilliant, young student of computer engineering that started up a wildly successful cyber security company in his third year
Mae made the decision to continue her education with a view to teaching, graduation came with both a marriage and job proposal
in the second year of marriage, her husband, Darren, began to exhibit toxic behaviours that she put down to the stress of carrying the weight of his business entirely on his own, transforming into a a furious, abusive monster that danced between the desires of destroying or devouring her
she left the marriage after their third anniversary but due to his charismatic and deceptive nature, he was able to track her down
learning from her initial mistake she moved again and took out a restraining order. Her second attempt exasperated an already violent and dangerous situation, and after several failed attempts of trying to convince Mae he had changed, her ex husband took matters into his own hands by employing arson to destroy both her apartment and her
everything was lost in the fire but Mae managed to escape, thanks to a cracked window pane in the bathroom. Due to iron-clad alibis and a tangled web of lies, the blatant act of arson was never tied to Darren
the event was enough for her to gather what funds she could from savings and insurance, and disappear. San Cypria became her fresh start, letting only her mother, her grandmother and her closest friend know where she was
life proved to have been blessedly quiet, both through design and circumstance until the fates brought a second fire into Mae’s life, this time by teenage misadventure
smoke inhalation exacerbated by a panic attack rendered Mae unconscious but she was rescued from the blaze by a firefighter that took it upon himself to stay at her bedside during her subsequent hospital stay when no next of kin could be found.
has been living on the outskirts of town with her personal superhero and their overly friendly but well trained ~~house hippo~~ blue nose pitbull, Nova, for the past few years, enjoying the quiet, each other and continuing to develop her practice of both arts.

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Mae’s ex-husband, Darren is still on the hunt for her and has full intentions to either attempt to convince her to take him back or make life unbearable
has diagnosed PTSD that she has regular therapy appointments to work through it
due to life experiences and coming from a long line of witches, Mae is near phobic of fire. Everett does what he can to sooth her fears but every night he is out on call, she fends off anxiety
though she’s not Mae’s familiar, per say, and she was originally Everett’s dog, Nova is never far from her side, especially when Rett’s working and is registered as her Emotional Support Animal
practices as a solitary witch but does have contact with others of her kind. Is continuously in a state of learning and improving her craft, and take great joy in sharing her discoveries with others on the same path
has a little pottery studio at the bottom the garden that also serves as a space for her altar and as a work room for her more esoteric arts
her love language is giving handmade gifts from her pottery, to dinner parties, to baskets full of baked treats. Mae’s culinary skills are well known at the firehouse and she often weaves in little charms of protection, luck and healing to the gifts she gives.
the hearth of Everett and Mae’s home is always open to those who need them be it for a cup of tea or a bed for the night, but the cosy cottage is heavily warded against all who would seek to cause them harm
despite being a conduit of magic and having the opportunity to prolong her life, Mae is just as fragile as a mundane or garden variety human being

Lunarius · Aug 18, 2023

Gianna Lombardi
Gia, G | Princess of the Court of Passion

Birthplace: Summer Court
Species:Fae
Age:105
Apparent Age:Early 30's
Occupation:Writer

Gender: Female | She/Her
Orientation: Polysexual

Faceclaim: Halsey
Written By: Lunarius

Regeneration: Able regenerate quickly. (Hair, limbs, wounds.) Can also make herself look older or younger depending on her mood. Sometimes she just likes to age like most humans.
Immunity: Gia is immune to human blights. Fae illnesses on the other hand. Those will floor her.
Dance of the flames: She is not as affected by the summer heat, and has the ability to create and control flames.
Power: wip
Power: wip

Background
Gia was raised within the Summer Court. The most formative years of her life were spent learning the laws of her people and how she could rule them. Ever the rebellious child, Gia ran away, slipping through the hedge in an attempt to exert her independence. Her mother of course in the beginning sent others out to retrieve Gia, but time and time again she continued to fight against the way things were done. With one final argument, and another attempt at leaving, she found herself free of her mothers grasp. For now. Though she is certain there are those who keep tabs on her, ensuring she doesn't do anything too reckless.

About thirteen years ago she met Juni, and found the young woman to be a curious thing. She had all the tellings of a Sidhe, yet seemingly no memories or at the very least, knowledge of what she was. This was learned when the girl gave Gia her true name as she knew it to be. Instantly realizing the situation that Juni was in, Gia has spent the last 13 years at Juni's side. Protecting her, and becoming a close confidant and friend. She was there through all of the ups and downs of her youth.

She went to college with Juni, stuck by her side through thick and thin. To this day Juni is her best friend and she would do anything for the woman. In general she's just living life until the inevitable arrival of her mothers goons and she's taken away back to where she "belongs".

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Grimalkin · Aug 28, 2023

William Cole
The Prodigal | The Beastborn | The Trueborn Bastard

Birthplace: Detroit
Species: Fae Noble | Born
Age: 80
Apparent Age: Mid to Late 30’s
Occupation: Licensed PI

Gender: Cismale | He/Him
Orientation: Pansexual

Faceclaim: Boyd Holbrook
Written By: Grimalkin

Personality

Powers | Gifts | Abilities:

Scion of House Fleet: Despite his standing in the family, William is still a scion of one of the most powerful Fae Houses. House Fleet, known for its involvement in Detroit’s steel and auto industries, are highly regarded and wealthy. While he is loath to do so, William can still call upon his family name and money.
Power of the Beast: The cause of his estrangement from his family: William exhibits Beastly shapeshifting most unbecoming of the Seelie. When he can take a moment, he can control these shifts, allowing him preternatural tracking, senses, and movement, as well as natural weaponry. When surprised, these almost always take the form of things that crawl and slither–Snakes, insects, arachnids, and the like.
Fae Glamour: William is mediocre at Glamours–which makes him head and shoulders above all non Fae who don’t specialize in the art. His illusions often have a single, minor flaw, again usually only noticeable by other Fae or those who specialize in the making or piercing of illusions.
Wheelman: Growing up in House Fleet meant knowing all there is to know about Automobiles, their production, and their use. William has access to both a classic muscle car and a motorcycle, and could procure most types of cars and trucks through his family connections. Due to his love of driving, he doesn’t mind exploiting these connections as much as others.
Knows Your Bane: William has been working the streets and rubbing shoulders with people outside the court for a very long time. As such, he generally knows the Banes and supernatural weaknesses of the supernatural denizens he meets. And if he can’t figure it out, he knows a guy…
Arcadian Biology: William has Fae metabolism and Biology. He will always be attractively muscled no matter what he eats. He has increased resistance to diseases, drugs and poisons. He also has the Fae bane of Cold Iron.
Knows a Guy: William has been in San Cypria for a lot of years, and as such he knows all the movers and shakers, and most of the little fish in the city. His outsider status among House Fleet makes him a resource for those with less sterling reputations with the Court, and as such he has cultivated a number of favors and informants around the city.
Power: Wip
Power: description

Background

William was born to Lord and Lady Fleet. Many had thought their child rearing days behind them, but word was the lady wanted “Just one more” child. The boy was celebrated…until his teen years, when his bestial side started showing. Such things marked him as low born, not worthy of the Seelie court.
When he was old enough, he struck out on his own. With a nest egg granted by his mother (who still dotes on him), he ran from Detroit and ended up in San Cypria. He set himself up as a private investigator.
With his passing talent at Glamour and his animal-like tracking abilities, PI work was a breeze. He also liked solving puzzles and seeing corrupt people face justice.
He still has enough of his mother’s money that he can afford to turn down cases that bore or disgust him.
Wip

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Takes great pains to not make enemies…he has to live here, y’know?
That said, his sense of justice has surely ruffled a few feathers.
A staple of several of the bars in town, in particular the Slaughtered Lamb.
WIP

Shadows Of San Cypria | Character Sheets

BennyQ

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Lunarius

Life's a bitch tie her up and fuck her senseless.

Lunarius

Life's a bitch tie her up and fuck her senseless.

Lunarius

Life's a bitch tie her up and fuck her senseless.

Lunarius

Life's a bitch tie her up and fuck her senseless.

Tinker

I only want to be your self inflicted wound

Fiadh

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Fiadh

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate.

BennyQ

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Tinker

I only want to be your self inflicted wound

BennyQ

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Tinker

I only want to be your self inflicted wound

Lunarius

Life's a bitch tie her up and fuck her senseless.

Grimalkin

Meteorite