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Good Guy

Basic
Name- Vellos Helaris
Age- 18
Race- Werewolf
Enemies- He doesn't have any specific enemies, he only classes people as "Threats" if they meet a certain criteria only known to him.
Family (Living)- None. He's the last known line of his family
Family (Dead)- Jacob Helaris (Father), Alena Helaris (Mother), James Helaris (Brother, assumed dead)

Personality
Fears- He doesn't fear death like most, in fact, the concept intregues him. What he does fear however is the loss of anything close to him, and the thought that he might ever betray his own.
Likes- Calm winds, absolute silence, frigid temperatures
Dislikes- Bright glares of light, deep water, fire, loud noises
Basic personality- He comes across as rather distant at times, often gazing into the night sky. Normally, talking to Vellos can be extreemly frustrating due to his habit of speaking in riddles or avoiding answering a question by posing another question. Dispite all of this, he is one of the most loyal of people, refusing to abandon his friends or anyone he considers an ally unless the need is vital.

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History- Born into a small poor family, Vellos had to learn to survive from the moment he could walk. He was taught from his father how to go undetected in the shadows, teaching the tricks of the trade of stealing to enable his family to survive. Competition with his brother didn't make things any easier, as James constantly attempted to set Vellos up for a fall and exerting his superior strength on Vellos. A few years past, and at Vellos' 14th birthday, he was gifted with his family's prized heirloom: a sword handed down across five generations. His brother was not so supportive of this, and so, at night, he poisoned Vellos, and then waited for him to die.

The next few years of Vellos' life seemed to become a blur as if he had no control of his own body and mind, but when he finally regained himself, all he saw were ruins, and blood. The edge of his blade seemed coated in a bloody crimson gleam. And instead of skin like he had once had, his entire form was coated in fur, like a wolf. His reflexs had been made much sharper, his hearing extreemly powerful; yet he still felt uneasy not knowing what had happened. At this point, he turned and fled into the shadows which had provided him sanctuary for most of his life. From there, he waits for the right moment in time to reveal himself to the world once more...

Bad Guy

Basic
Name- Annandale
Age- 412
Race- Vampire
Enemies- Anything that is intent on killing her
Family (Living)- None
Family (Dead)- The vampire who turned and raised her

Personality
Fears- Flying, dust storms and rusted objects
Likes- Roses, her glasses frames and the color teal
Dislikes- long distant fighters, insects, and tennis shoes
Basic personality- She seems to be rude all the time, rude and saddened by something. She has a name for everyone, an excuse for everything and an answer for everyone's problems. In bad situations where things are indeed her fault, she gets angry and is known to stab people with her trusty pair of scissors which, surprisingly, are always clean.

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Birthmarks- on the left side of her collarbone she has a small mole
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Piercings- pearl earrings, always

History- Long before the Waves she was turned, her skin paled, her hair paled as did her eyes, it was a surprising difference. She was kept and trained by the one who turned her into the nocturnal creature, and she trusted him very much, the transition from human to vampire was easy. When the first waves hit, he was killed instantly, but not from an angel, from a human. Annandale was supposed to be killed as well, but an angel had saved her, but only to try and kill her as well. For some odd reason she'd been targeted, and she has no idea how they find her, they just do. She's never killed any of them, they've only been mortally wounded before they run off. Since then she walks around in her ankle high boots out in the open, this way she's no longer surprised when one tries to attack.

Basic
Name- Nathaniel (Goes by Nate)
Age- 21
Race- Human
Enemies- Mostly Angels nothing else that could kill him seems to survive long enough, but basically anyone and everyone who is not human.
Family(Living)- None that he knows of, except his dog, which he counts as family.
Family(Dead)- His parents and his older brother, unknown about the rest, but he presumed them dead also.

Personality
Fears- Having friends or loved ones die while helping him or protecting him, so he tends to try not to make friend because they will only die.
Likes- Sharpening his dagger, playing and caring for his dog Pilgrim
Dislikes- All Angels, People trying to kill him, someone who asks too many questions.
Basic Personality- Nathaniel is a loner; he doesn't like getting to close to someone because he doesn't want to lose them. He can also move faster and survive longer when he doesn't have to worry about another person. He does love his dog though, and considers Pilgrim his only surviving family and travels everywhere with him. Nathaniel is a bit paranoid at times, as much as any human should be during these times and does stay in one area for very long.
Appearance

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History- Nathaniel was just a normal happy boy until the first purge, he had everything anyone could ask for a loving family, a cool older brother. Everything changed when the angels came to his house. It started as a good day; it was Christmas morning, kind of ironic when Nate thought back now. Nate had just received a 4 month old Wolf Hound. It was also his birthday, and he had just turned 9. Nate heard a loud thumping at the door and was told by his parent's to hide in a closet with his older brother Daniel who was 12. He didn't know then what was about to happen and so he picked up his dog and went in the closet with his brother, thinking that maybe his friends were at the door and he was going to surprise them by jumping out. It wasn't until his mother returned to the closet and told him to be very quiet and put a letter in his pocket and told him that, if something happened to mommy and daddy to run as fast as he could and to open the letter when he got to safety.

There were two Angels and they wasted no time and knocked the front door down and killed his parents as they begged for their lives. Nate saw the whole thing and did nothing, but tremble and cry; something he regrets this day. Daniel told him not to worry, that he was going to get these bad men out of there house and then call an ambulance to help mom and dad. He quietly left the closet when the angels had their back turned and tried to knock one down, but it was no use, as he was hanging on to one the other cut him down.

The dog started barking, The Angel's walked towards the closet, Nate grabbed the dog and ran as fast as he could, he managed to pick up his father's dagger on the way out. When he thought that he had reached a safe place, he opened the letter; It said "If your mother and I don't live through this purge, I want you and your brother to live on and survive; someday this war will end, just as it has begun and I want the two of you to create a new world together. Love Mom and Dad" Nate cried and turned to his dog who curled up next to him. He decided to name the dog Pilgrim later on because when he was still in school, he was learning about the pilgrims who had settled in America which was a new world to them, the name reminded him of the request his mother had made of him. After the war, you must help start a new world. Nate shortened the name to Grim as he got older because it was quicker to say and it sounded more ferocious.

He has been on the run now for 13 years with no one at his side but Pilgrim. Every day is fight for survival with so many creatures wanting to kill him. He is always surprised when he makes it through the day.