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Username: Rihenian
Character Name: Anastasia Swallow
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Abilities: Observant, Mild Empathy
Strengths: High Teaching Skill, Patience, Writing, Translating Older English, Camping, Gardening
Weaknesses: Passive, Does not make many decisions quickly, Only Human
Likes: Fresh fruits and food, Soothing Music, Fantasy Metal
Dislikes: Rotten Foods, Overly Sweet/Seasoned foods, Rudeness, Abrasiveness
Personality: Calm and meditative, generally, Anastasia doesn't startle easily. However, Anastasia doesn't trust easily, either. With a layer of suspicion over most of her conversations and interactions, she keeps her distance. However, once befriended, she is trusting. The natural result, though, is very few friends that she is loyal to.
Your Story: Anastasia was raised in suburbia. There were houses. There were streets. There were curfews one should follow. Lights out meant something at her house, and was a policy she fearfully followed. Though she was raised in a suburban neighborhood, she was in a county that was known to be dangerous. Not even a few streets over, members of gangs would interact and trade, if not outright fight. The sound of gunfire was almost as common as thunder.
She grew up aware of her surroundings, aware of her sense of preservation instinct, and aware of her mild ability to feel the emotions of others.
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Username: _I_Am_The_Doctor_X_
Character Name: Ayra Astrid
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Abilities: None
Strengths: Speed, agility, skill with her sword
Weaknesses: Ranged combat, direct combat without her sword. Ayra isn't too strong, she just knows how to use her sword very well
Likes: Honing her skills, completing her missions
Dislikes: Abusers of power, magic users
Personality: A fighter in one of the truest senses, and very serious when it comes to combat. If one gets on her good side, whether through camaraderie or a contract, she is very protective of that person, potentially to the point of death. Honorable.
Your Story: The last heir to a family of humans which, though once noble, had long since fallen out of prestige, Ayra sought to embody that sense of lost nobility since the time when she could first reason. She practically began to train with the sword ever since she could walk, as she viewed a knight being the embodiment of that nobility. However, throughout her time training, she never made it a point to focus on brute strength. Instead, she honed her skill and speed, using those attributes to make up for her lack of oversized muscles. As such, to the ill-prepared, she might be a deadly force indeed. Nowadays, she serves somewhat as a sword-for-hire, wandering the land for jobs, her home having been razed by monsters some time ago.
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Username: DragonMistress09
Character Name: Zero Yen
Race: Human (for now)
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Abilities: Creating and Designing
Strengths: Hacking, Disguises, Cooking, Lower body strength (those kicks of his are no joke)
Weaknesses: Chocolate, Older men, anything remotely cute and fluffy, and his dog, Inu.
Likes: Chocolate, hacking, martial arts, dressing up, cooking and his German Shepeard, Inu.
Dislikes: The color pink, anything remotely filled and laced, spiders, broccoli, people who won't take no for an answer and being mistaken for a female.
Personality: Zero is kind, caring, upbeat and is willing to help out anyone who needs it.
Your Story:Zero was born in Shinjuku, Japan but waa raised in an orphanage and adopted when his parents up and died suddenly without warning. He was three when it happened and he doesn't remember much but he does remember blood, eerie laughter, and a pair of inhuman eyes. The eyes of a vampire. One could never forget a creature like the one that destroyed his family. But, he's not one to dwell on the past and have moved on when he was adopted by a very nice couple who couldn't have children on thier own. They raised him with all the love and care they could, making sure he had all that he needed and even more so when he became an adult, giving him a present of a German Shepherd when he graduated high school at 17 and university at 21 with a degree in Engineering and Home Economics. But soon he will come across a situation that will change his life forever.
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☭ Isabella Van Helsing ☭


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☭ Ｋｅｙ Ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ：

Full Name: Isabella Van Helsing
Nickname(s): None
Race: Human
Age: Thirty-Five
Sexuality: Lesbian
Profession: Seventeen years as a Special Forces Weapons Sergeant. Currently a Mechanic, Gun Smith, and a Mercenary.


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Hair: Red
Eyes: Crimson
Skin: Fair
Height: 5' 6"
Blood Type: AB Neg
Dominant Hand: Left
Medical Conditions: Insomnia, Sleep Paralysis, and an overproduction of Adrenaline.

Description: Her appearance is that of a rare gem. With her pale skin, her deep crimson eyes, red lipstick, signature piercing look, or even her large breasts that attention of others rather easily. Yet she doesn't mind as it keeps her enemies focused upon her within combat. Standing at five feet six inches tall she doesn't have a demanding presence through her height... Underneath her clothing lies a wonderfully toned body. Her body is to the point where one can trace every muscle. She has the body of a professional body builder while maintaining a gorgeous lean build. With clothes covering her body others shouldn't ever be able to tell that she was a physical titan compared to most. Every muscle is well defined as well as having flawless skin. Even with her titan of a build she has full breasts which she has placed almost permanently within a sports bra. This is mostly to catch her opponents off guard. As well as for her to show off her lucky endowment. With eight pack abs of steel she typically keeps them hidden to deter people from knowing right off the bat. After all what's the fun in a fight when your opponent is already scared.

Abilities: Heightened Strength, Heightened Reflexes, Heightened Perception, and Overproduction of Adrenaline.

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Favorite Passtime: Working on loadouts
Favorite Weather: Storms
Favorite Drink: Bourbon, Whiskey, or Scotch
Favorite Flower: Blue Roses
Favorite Humor: Dark and ******** up humor

Prized Possessions: None

Personality: Knowing damned well she is beyond gorgeous she often teases others with this. Drawing them to her with her body language making her both magnetic and mysterious. She knows this very well and is proud of herself for being able to do such things. She will refrain from dominating her partner and let them lead in the relationship... for the time being. She knows she can mesmerize others and this only increases her confidence. She will not blatantly show her appreciation for her partner in front of everyone and pour her heart out in that instance. Instead, she will look at her partner in a sensual manner, and tease them in a seductive tone full of romance. If an individual isn't sincere with their feelings... the individual shouldn't even try to get close to her. With her gorgeous, sky blue piercing eyes, she can read an individuals body language most of the time with ease. She can easily make out people's intentions from their body language.

Even when her tone is soothing, her demeanor kind and her smile uplifting, she could be planning a devastating retaliation against an individual. When she is insulted or gets hurt, her wrath knows no limit. In this instance, she can become the most hard-hearted and sarcastic person on this earth. She loves with fierce devotion and hates with devastating malice. Should she find a partner who she decides to commit to she will shower them with all her love and attention. Her whole life will start to revolve around them bringing extreme loyalty and baffling passion. She is passionate with everything that has to do with her. It's impossible for her to have neutral feelings. Once more either she will deeply cherish something or fiercely hate it. She will never let these feelings show however.

Her expression will mostly remain neutral, betraying nothing. Her anger is horrifying and its better to get out of her way when it gets out of hand. She's a store house of secrets, while not giving any of hers out in return. Her personal life is completely out of bounds for others. While, she will never tell the secrets that have been told to her, not even to her ex wife. Even with her ex wife she had a private portion of her life that she wouldn't let her pry into. This however doesn't mean she's dishonest. Quite the opposite, she will be brutally honest that, at times, she may hurt others in the process. She will choose her friends carefully and the credible ones will remain with her until she dies. She will never maintain a relationship with unworthy people.

Determination and will are her strongest traits. She can use them to come out of anything that is negative. She is an extremely strong willed individual as she’ll see anything through until the end. Once she sets her mind to something there’s not a single person that can deter her from her objective. Her sheer determination will push her through the mission no matter how the odds are stacked against her. No matter how strong the enemy is... No matter how numerous they are... No matter how hurt she is... She will always prevail no matter the cost. Should anyone win the love of this glorious woman they will never feel lonely again. She will be devoted to her partner and her love will not change for them. She is the one who truly believes in 'Till death do us part'. Rather than overshadowing her partner, she believes in supporting them.

For her, the future, the happiness and the dreams of her partner hold supreme importance. She will always defend her partner fiercely in public and won't take kindly to anyone taking advantage of them. She will always encourage her partner to reach for the stars, build their courage and never let them stop midway. She has a strong sense of fairness and justice. Going to the point where she may occasionally take it too far. If you don't wish her a good morning on day after a fight, she will do the same for the next four days. The same goes for generosity as well. If you do one kind deed for her, she will do four in return. Upon finding a challenge she will slowly dive into her wrath. This is wrath that is given purpose as she’s still able to keep her head in the game. Wrath that even Fenrir himself could never match... Even as he was finally freed from his prison and started Ragnarok. With this wrath her will only increases with it making her even more determined of a soul. In battle she has shown to have a brilliant level of intelligence and wisdom within combat. She will never stop fighting for what she believes in and this has been tested multiple times through her life. Her loyalty is her most defining trait along side her will and head strong self. However her loyalty is a strange thing as she’s been shown to go against orders multiple times. When asked why she’ll respond with this “If faced with giving a child what he wants or what he needs... I will always give the child what he needs.”

Likes: Music, scary movies, sweets, tattoos, playing guitar, working out,watching storms, working on vehicles, weapons, and her gear.

Dislikes: Liars, spicy things, sour things, oathbreakers, parasites, and killers.


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Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Backstory: As the room flickered to life from the movie on the television, Isabella was being held by her wife as they were cuddling. Watching one of Isabella's favorite movies one about beings known as minions. It was a very old movie but she didn't care because it was so adorable. Leah, her wife, was giggling just as much as Isabella was during the movie. Mostly laughing with how much fun Isabella was having rather than the movie itself. Her arms wrapped tighter around Isabella's waist and Isabella sank against her lovely wife. "Having fun?" Leah asked as Isabella looked up with a goofy grin on her face. "Always with you." She said as she leaned up to kiss her partner. Leah took it a step further and made it more passionate. A small moan escaped Isabella's lips as she pulled away blushing.

"Oh, I got the lustful Isabella to blush? This is a rare day indeed!" She jested with her wife as Isabella getting her to blush even more. Leah was giggling as she held her even tighter. They had been together for a little over eight years now. Seven of those years they have been married rather happily. Sure they've had their fights every once in a while but Leah knew when to back out of them. As her partner was the dominant one mentally where as Leah was the physically dominant one. As the movie ended Leah was absent mindedly rubbing Isabella's arm as she changed the input on the tv back to cable. An video of a family playing outside lit the screen of the television. Isabella tensed up as she knew what was about to come and she wasn't ready for it.

Not if Leah wanted to go down this route yet again. It always made her feel like crap when Leah did this to her and she had to do what she did every time. It was a dance she was so familiar with she might as well speak for the both of them. Sure enough Leah's arm tightened around her waist a bit more and this cause Isabella to sigh. She had been with her wife long enough to know the signs to look for. This was about to happen yet again. She closed her eyes and readied herself to hear her wife start this discussion up. One that would most definitely turn into an ugly argument between the two of them. “When do you think you’ll be ready? To have a family with me?” She asked and Isabella practically growled trying to get up. Leah held onto the smaller woman keeping her in place. “Well?” She asked yet again earning the same response while Isabella managed to get out of her grip.

Shooting up like a bullet Isabella put distance between herself and Leah so she could think. She didn’t want to do this… not tonight at least. It was their anniversary for All Father’s sake. “We’ve talked about this before.” Isabella was quick to attempt to shove this conversation to the side. “Baby we’ve never talked about this. You always get upset and just start yelling every time. I want to actually talk about this.” Leah was practically pleading with her lover giving her such a hurt look. Isabella frowned at her partner as she crossed her arms under her chest. “I’m not doing this right now.” She declared with as much of a dominant look as she could muster. She looked up into Leah’s eyes as her partner towered over her by half a head. Leah right in front of her looking down into Isabella’s bright eyes. Leah’s resolve held as she pressed Isabella against the wall holding her hands above her head with one hand around her wrists. As Isabella was pinned her resolve was beginning to dissolve. ”Please can we talk about this?” Leah asked once more as Isabella shoved Leah off of her.

“No!” Isabella shouted at the top of her lungs. “I don’t want to do this dance tonight! I want to just have a nice night and maybe have some fun with you! I don’t want to talk about having a damned family!” She was practically shaking by the end of her shouting. Isabella balled her hands into fists as she was ready to cry. She hated when Leah pulled this s**t. They were just fine without a family and she always had to ruin it by trying to talk about starting one. She simply couldn’t understand why Leah couldn’t be happy with it just being them. The need for her to have a child was nothing short of almost vomit inducing to Isabella as she had never wanted kids. Leah knew this all too well as Isabella made no effort in hiding this. “Baby please stop. Please can we just talk about it? I took a safer position at the precinct so we could talk about this. Please, please, please?” She begged of Isabella and she growled once more at Leah. “You want a family? Start one yourself! I’m not having children and that’s ******** final!” Isabella snapped at her partner. Leah’s eyes began to tear up at the thought. “You know I can’t….” Her tears began to stream down her face as Isabella marched out the door after grabbing her jacket and slipping her shoes on. “Maybe there’s a ******** reason for that!” She yelled while quickly slamming the door behind her on her way out before she heard her partner cry.

She needed to be alone for a while so she could think about everything. To cool off and maybe then Leah would come to her senses. “Baby crazy woman.” She muttered as she had mounted her bike and revved the engine to life. Not caring about a helmet she sped off through the town speeding. Not even caring about getting a ticket as it was so late at night. She didn’t believe anyone would stop her either as she just needed speed. The one lover of hers that never questioned her desires or what she wanted. Only gave her what she needed. The feeling of being weightless as if nothing could ever touch her. A smile crossed her face as she had finally calmed down after twenty minutes of her reckless driving through town and around the country roads on the outskirts. Her phone began to vibrate within her pocket and she sighed as she figured it would be Leah wanting to try and talk more about this. She wasn’t about to have anymore about her baby nonsense and as she tore the phone from her pocket she looked at the caller I.D. It was there old friend and town doctor, Mrs. Santos.

She was an old sweetheart of a doctor that wanted nothing more than to help everyone in any way she could. She answered the phone and sighed. “Hello Dr. Santos. What can,” She began to say but then in return got an earful from the wonderful old lady. “You march your hind to this office right now! I will tan your hide if you don’t! Do you understand missy!?” Dr. Santos gave her such a tongue lashing she winced slightly. “Yes Ma’am.” She answered as if Dr. Santos was her own mother. She hung up her phone after checking the time seeing it was a little after ten. She knew Leah had called her for advice and to cry her heart out. She locked away her emotions for now as she was doing as she was told. It didn’t take her long before she arrived at the homely office and was greeted by Dr. Santos steel gaze upon her. She was waiting outside with two cups of coffee. One of them presumably Isabella’s which meant she was going to pry everything out of her.

Isabella cut her bike off and began to walk over to the office. Sheepishly waiting for another tongue lashing that would whip her right into her place. “How could you say such horrible things to Leah!?” Dr. Santos demanded of me as she was like a mother to the both of us. “I don’t know. I was just frustrated with the topic. We’ve fought about it so much.” Isabella said almost pathetically. “No you’ve fought about the topic. From what I understand she’s always pleaded with you just to hear her out!” Dr. Santos shouted yet again and once more Isabella winced at the reality that was laid out before her. “Or is she lying?” She said somewhat more calmly to Isabella. “No, you’re right.” She admitted as she was handed a cup of coffee which was a peace offering. “So tell me child. What is so wrong with having a family with her?” She asked and Isabella was all too quick to defend her wife. “Nothing’s wrong with her! I, I’m just,” She began and Dr. Santos shot in another remark. “What do you think you’re going to be like your parents? Or hers?” She asked and it stung Isabella horribly to hear it.

“Look, the two of you haven’t had an easy life. Both going through the orphanage system and dropped because no one wanted you. Then when you two turned eighteen you found each other in the military, met each other again later in life, got together in the military, recently got out of the military and are still mkaing it work. Two of you have been inseparable. You ever stop to think about the fact that maybe they weren’t apart of your life because they didn’t deserve to be apart of it? The fact is you two turned out terrifically without them. Leah a police officer and you working on being a paramedic, both of you also served this country proudly. You two are truly beautiful souls. You need to go talk to her about this. Really talk to her and not argue with her about it. Just hear what she has to say because I know without a doubt you would make a wonderful mother and Leah a wonderful father. You need to stop worrying about your past and look towards the future child.” Dr. Santos words hit Isabella hard and this caused her to cry.

Dr. Santos began to gently rub her back knowing Isabella snapped because she had been holding everything in for years. “Come on little one. Let it all out.” She said encouraging the woman to cry her heart out. So that she might finally see the error of her ways and talk with Leah about their future. Or rather to start working on their future rather than against it. “Can we talk about the process?” Isabella asked and Dr. Santos took another sip of her coffee. “Are you sure?” She asked and Bella nodded to her. Dr. Santos took a moment to study Isabella to see if she was serious or not. When she found her answer she smiled only slightly. “It’s called Artificial Insemination.It’s the cheaper method and often the first used one. If it doesn’t work there’s another method that would be used but is slightly more expensive.” She said and Isabella asked her. “Will it hurt?” She asked as she was slightly frightened by the thought of the possibility of needles getting anywhere near her.

“Heavens no child. Do you want some pamphlets to take to Leah and talk to her about all of this?” She asked and Isabella felt like crying again. She had been so horrible to Leah and there was no excuse for it. So she felt the only way to make it up to Leah was to actually talk to her about having children. Isabella took as many pamphlets on artificial insemination as she could shove into her pockets before hopping back onto her bike. She hesitated before starting her bike when Dr. Santos approached for one bit of advice. “Just go to her. I’m assured she’ll forgive you.” She said with a smile plastered upon her face. Isabella nodded a few times as she started her bike and took off in the middle of the night. Headed back to her place she began to think of how to talk about this with Leah. Or even if Leah was going to forgive her for how she acted or even what she said. She was such a b***h and this time she was so horrible to her. Her heart sank even more with the realization that Leah just might not forgive her. She prayed that wouldn’t be the case as she needed her little officer in her life. She was all she had and all she would ever want in life. When she pulled up to her house a thought crossed her mind that took her off guard. If Leah wanted to start a family with Isabella then they would start one. Isabella had decided that she would do whatever it took to keep Leah within her life.

She steadied herself and sighed as she was so nervous about how this was going to go down. She grabbed out her keys to put into the door until the door opened just from her pressing on it. “Leah?” She called out confused through the house. She could barely see anything until she hit the light switch and saw their living room and most of their house destroyed. Everything thrown from where it belongs and broken. “Leah!” She shouted through her home as she rushed through searching room by room for her lover. She grabbed out her phone and quickly dialed the precinct. “Hello, this is Officer Hensley speaking. How,” He began but Isabella cut him off. He knew her and Leah as he was one of Leah’s best friends. “Hensley, It’s Izzy! Send someone to the house! I think someone broke into my home, everything is destroyed, and Leah isn’t answering to my shouts!” She said as she was crying. Her heart in pure panic as to what could have possibly happened to Leah.

“Get out of the house! The boys and myself are on our way right now! Do not go through that home!” He shouted with a sense of urgency and hung up. She could hear the sirens shortly after he had hung up but she had to find her Leah! She was everything to her and she couldn’t lose her! She rushed through the house calling frantically to Leah. Repeating her name over and over as she began to cry harder and harder. She rushed upstairs to their room only to have someone grab her wrist in the darkness and throw her down hard on the floor. Her head hit the floor hard and she felt something wet and sticky cover her face. She blinked a couple of times to see Leah staring at her with a blank look behind her eyes. Isabella’s eyes shot open and adrenaline shot through her body as she scrambled over to Leah’s lifeless body upon the ground. Blood surrounded her as it appeared Leah had been bled dry.

Tears streamed freely down her face as she began to sob loudly lifting her Leah’s head into her lap. Wiping the hair out of her wife’s face as she looked down into her lifeless eyes. She saw a photo album on the ground with pictures everywhere in the blood and she leaned down to hold her Leah even closer. “Boss what should we do?” A voice said in the room as Isabella had ignored them. She couldn’t comprehend anything at the moment as the love of her life had perished. “Kill her too then we need to run before the cops get here, make it look like a human did it before you take blood.” Another man said grunting as she heard the shuffling of numerous feet. Probably nine or ten pairs to be exact. But that didn’t matter to her as she just wanted her sweet Leah back. “Sorry b***h, Wrong place, Wrong time.” She heard as a metallic clicking sounded through the room. Isabella kissed Leah’s forehead and spoke softly. “I’m so sorry baby.” Leah had died after their fight and the last thing she had heard was Isabella’s horrible remarks to her. She was such a terrible person for putting Leah through something like that in the first place when she just wanted to talk.

“I’m so ******** sorry honey.” She said realizing she never deserved someone as loving and caring as Leah. She was perfect compared to Isabella who was nothing but selfish. She was about to start crying more until she wanted to face the men who killed her wonderful Leah. She looked up to her soon to be murderer with tear filled eyes. She felt his gun pressed to her forehead as she remembered her wedding vow to her departed wife. Her tears ended as she gave the man a frightening look. Then uttered the words she said to Leah upon their wedding day as the man was about to pull the trigger. “For you, I will endure.”

-Character Information-

Full Name: Irdi Cedia

Nicknames: None at the moment

Age: 21 ( Oct. 31st)

Gender: Female

Race:Human for now

Occupation: Collage Student, Part-Time Waitress

Physical Description:
Irdi is pretty average. She stands 5'6 and a hair in the fluffy side. She isn't fat, she just doesn't work out all that much. She probably weighs around 140 pounds or would if she ever took the time to weigh herself. Extremely long electric blue ponytails extend to the back of her knees. Over grown bangs that frame her face and almost cover her cornflower blue eyes. Creamy smooth tawny skin adds a complementary contrast to her hair and eyes. Some might even say almost attractive. Almost.

Personality:
I would say she has no personality but everyone has a personality of some type. Even the lack of personality is a type. And that's Irdi's. She doesn't often show emotion. She never really seems to get overly happy, sad, or mad. Once a long time ago she was happy. always with a smile it seemed. Sang on the top of her lungs. You know, the live life to the fullest type. But after witnessing a horrific accident all those emotions seemed to have been locked away. Now she is simply living with out feeling it seems. she is still quick to friend a person. But doesn't let anyone get too close. She is willing to send help but rarely goes to help herself.

-Combat Information-

Strengths:
Herr last foster parents had her trained as a first responder. (Can help set bones and give first aid)
Can normally tell when someone is hiding something.

Weaknesses:
Irdi never gets enough sleep. Do to nightmares and insomnia.
Has a hard to trusting and relying on others.

Weapon(s): Keeps a small silver knife in her bag.

Ability(ies): None really. Maybe good at reading others emotions. Or more reading body language and facial ques. She is a trained paramedic.

-Extras-

Theme: Once I was Real

Battle Theme: Unchained

Likes
1. Books
2. Music
3. Pastries

Dislikes
1. Crowds
2. Small Spaces
3. The Dark

Extra Information: Irdi always keeps an over the shoulder bag with her. In it she normally has a good novel, a small silver knife, and her Ipod.

-Background Information-
Age 5~
Little Irdi went running through the house as her baby sitter took chase. the little tot letting out a glass shattering squeal of delight. Once again Annie was going to try and tickle the child. It was Irdi's favorite game. She would do something silly to get Annie's attention then Annie would take chase. This time it was an extra wet raspberry. "I'm going to eat you up!" Annie said, making her voice gruff as she finally pounced on the toddler. "No..." Irdi scream through her giggles. "Pleeaasee" Outbursts of laughter filled the home.

Those were happy times. Irdi didn't seem to know a stranger. It would give her parents a heart attack the way she would walk up to people and introduce herself. Invite then home for dinner. Even offer to go home with them. But at the age of 5 what would she know about monsters and dangers that silently lurked in the shadows. Waiting to pray on anyone so willing.

Age 8~
Irdi was dressed in black. Even the sky seemed to weep for the loss of Annie. It was Irdi's first encounter with the ugly truth. The monsters were real and they were out to get you. They would eat you up first chance they got. Or at least that was what she thought. It's what she was told. Annie was dead and ever coming back. So that day and the following week, Irdi cried. She didn't play many games and she hardly ate.

Almost a month passed and things for Irdi were starting to look normal once more. She was running, playing, happy. Yes she knew the things that went bump in the night were real. But it didn't seem to phase her much. At least until a rapping came at the window. It was Annie. But Annie was dead? Aten? But she hadn't been ate, she was turned. The once a young woman in her dearly 20's was now a vampire. And she was looking to get her fangs into Irdi. The child screamed. This time it wasn't filled with laughter. The screams were filled with fear and terror.

Her parents came running. The best they could do was send Irdi off to stay with friends while they fought the unholy thing before them. It was the last time she saw any of them. Irdi now knew the full truth. Her eyes fully opened. Vampires and werewolves were real. They didn't just eat and kill people. They turned them too.

Current~
Now 21, Irdi stays to herself most of the time. Yeah she has plenty of friends but that wasn't the point. Why get close of they were going to die anyways? Annie had been taken. Her parents gone. She even went through 3 sets of foster parents do to attacks. To keep from getting hurt, feeling the pain of their loss, she shut down her emotions. It wasn't that she couldn't feel. She just didn't want to feel. There are those times with her friends when Irdi is tempted to let down the barrier she worked so hard to build. But then she would hear about an attack or a friend would loose someone they loved. It was a constant reminder why she lived the way she did.

Trying to make Irdi snap out of her emotional slump, her parents made her train. Not so much as a fighter. Fighting wasn't her thing and never would be. After all, not everyone can be an expert with a sword. She trained as an emergency responder or site paramedic. She learned how to set bones, bind wounds, and even stitch a person up. In a way it was how she contributed to the fight against the monsters.

Username: Dreamatic
Character Name: Valerie Rosewood, though sometimes goes by Val as a nickname
Race: Human (Currently a hunter of the supernatural, but still open to race changes in the future)
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Professor: No

Appearance: Valerie's most noticeable features are her long, golden blonde hair and her vibrant amber colored eyes. She has rather elegant facial features, with long lashes and rose-colored lips. Her figure veers more towards the tall side, and her physique is curvy yet fit from her many years of training. Valerie has two tattoos, one just above her left hip of a rose and thorns, and another on the back of her neck of a raven.

Abilities: Valerie has been training for many years and so she is knowledgable in a variety of martial arts techniques. She is also very avid when it comes to the use of daggers and knife-based weapons, but most of all, she is a highly skilled marksman. Valerie prefers to use her two dual pistols and her shotgun, which can both change and interlock together to form a crossbow if needed. She is knowledgable when it comes to building her own weapons or means of defenses as well, mostly out of scrap material, into things such as miniature explosives. (No special powers as of yet until a race change should occur)

Strengths: Having been an avid traveler, Valerie is adaptable to all her surroundings. She knows how to forage and can build her own supplies, or craft her own medicine if needed. When she needs to, Valerie is able to plan out all her hunting and survival tactics. Though she may sometimes seem impulsive, in actuality, she is quite logical when it comes to deciding her next move.

Weaknesses: Valerie tends to always speak her mind, and sometimes at inopportune times. In addition, she is also very fond of drinking, sometimes too much which gives a set of weaknesses of it's own.
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Likes: Any kind of beer or whisky, Innovating new weapons, Playful bantering, Fights to some degree, Sweet tea
Dislikes: Being unable to win or achieve something, Any supernatural being (for now)
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Personality: Her personality changes from being anywhere between logical and moving within silence, to being outspoken and cracking jokes. When she needs to be, Valerie is known for being a smooth talker. She enjoys exploring and engaging in action, and tends to look for wherever she can get her next adrenaline rush. Due to the way she grew up, Valerie has a strong resentment for any supernatural being, and a set of her own personal values pertaining to that. Valerie enjoys cracking jokes and creating mischief, mostly at bars. Her decisions range from being either very impulsive, or thoroughly thought out, but never usually both. She has a soft side that is not easily shown, but once Valerie cares for someone should she ever make friends, she is fiercely loyal.

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Your Story: Valerie grew up in a small town in the heart of the desert, or as other people know it, the middle of nowhere. She was the daughter of a family of farmers that moved there hoping for a better life. Since the town was so remote, that meant that it was a prime target for vampires and lycans, or really any supernatural being that needed a reason to kill. Usually the townspeople were ready for these attacks, and no one ever went out unarmed. In addition, a group of hunters of these beings, known as the Crimson Bullets, were always ready to defend the town.

However, due to the remoteness of the town, once again this meant that Valerie's family was unable to generate any income. Soon enough, they packed up and began to journey towards the big city. On their first night alone in the desert, her parents and older siblings went out alone to look for water. It was then that they were savagely murdered by a group of supernatural beings, presumed to either be vampires or lycans.

It was a miracle that Valerie made it through the rest of the night without being attacked, especially since she was a child. A few hours later, when the Crimson Bullets were riding through the desert, they found the bodies of her family. It was then that they delivered the news to Valerie, while also offering her sanctuary so long as she promised to join their ranks of hunters when she grew up. Having no other option, that was exactly what Valerie agreed to do. She spent the next years of her life training every day in the art of hunting supernatural beings, until she was finally a full fledged hunter, and a skilled one at that. Eventually, Valerie was promoted to be a high enough ranking until she would be next in line to become leader. However it was then that very slowly, due to lack of resources since they were in the desert, the Crimson Bullets were killed off one by one.

Valerie was left as the last remaining survivor, and the leader. Seeing as there was nothing left tying her down to the desert, she left and ventured to many distant cities far and wide, continuing to hunt supernatural beings.