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 Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 11:21 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 1:32 pm
[Name] Remy Matisse
[Age] Looks to be in his thirties.
[Description] Remy is a lot older than he looks. About one hundred and fifty years if you want to get technical. Remy is an attractive boy with dark messy brown hair, a perpetual five o'clock shadow and a pair of bright yellow eyes.
[Brief history] Remy was born Keegan McMurphy, into a poor household of 1835's rural Ireland. When the potato famine hit ten years later his family immigrated to America, where the streets were supposedly paved with gold. When they showed up.. not so much… His mother and father managed to snag some jobs working in factories but both parents ended up becoming sick and dying when Remy tuned thirteen. He headed down South and was able to work on a plantation for food and board as a stable hand.
He befriended many of slaves and one of the older women who worked in the household as a maid who went by the name of Tante Mattie took pity on the poor scrawny white child, gave him a new name, and began to teach him about her religion.
Well, while she was teaching him hers two other slaves were teaching him theirs. Santeria, Voodoo, Hoodoo.. and after that he continued to get deeper and deeper into black magic. When Remy was twenty one he had enough power to call down a god.. They always say Remy had a silver tongue, he struck a deal with a devil, he'd give his soul to the god when he died, but in exchange for the god's eyes.
What could the harm be? Mortals never knew what they were getting themselves into, and he'd have to wait about ten years and the boy would be his..
Wrong. The god's eyes allowed him to see things that human's couldn't. Remy was a smart boy, he had done his research. He hasn't aged or died since, but he does have to sleep with one eye open, Death has been after him for a hundred and forty years..
[Occupation] Remy dabbles in this and that, when he's in need for quick cash he does 'love spells' and the like for rich whiny teenagers with expendable income.
[Miscellany] Remy's eyes are normaly an odd color of green that looks rather yellow, but when Death is around or he's taking the leftover life form a newly deceased crpse they turn a bright yellow with the rectangular pupils reminiscent of a goat.
Remy has numerous classic cars in storage and is currently favoring his motorcycle.
For weapons Remy usually uses his spells to keep himself prtected, if things get bad he has a few knives hidden on his person along with an unregistered gun.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 3:14 pm
Name: Samuese John McCormack
Age: Twenty four
Description: Sam stands at around six foot five and is thin and muscular. His build is due to the fact that he trains as often as possible to remain fit and in shape. His hair is blond and curly, and often too long for his liking. It often gets into his eyes in jobs, but that doesn't mean he gets a haircut. He will. Eventually. He has blue eyes and a very trustworthy face, which can be very handy when trying to wheedle information out of reluctant people.
Brief history: Sam had a pretty average childhood. He grew up in London with parents and went on to become a Priest, working in a church not too far from his childhood home. Life was normal until he was called out to see to a young girl with a fellow Priest. The girl turned out to be possessed, and together Sam and the other Priest exorcised her. It was something of a turning point for Sam, who became fascinated with spirits and the like, and he spent hours scouring the internet for information. Eventually, he quit his job at the church, and went on the road to find out more.
Occupation: Demon hunter, although he doesn't class it as an occupation as it doesn't pay.
Miscellany (Includes weapons if any, modes of transportation, character traits etcetera): Sam's baby is his car, a red 1979 Jaguar XJSV12. It's a custom car, in that if you open the boot it looks normal, unless the owner reaches in and takes off the false bottom, revealing the extended trunk. To anyone who didn't know what Sam did, or in fact believe in it, he may look like a serial killer. Inside the hidden compartment is a case holding weapons; small hand guns, a shotgun, assorted boxes of wrought iron cartridges and bullets, rock salt, silver blades and knives, large industrial sized cases of salt are all packed neatly in the boot, with almost a dozen different Rosary's hanging from inside of the boot lid. On the floor of the car behind the drivers seat, there is a large box of bottled water, which seems normal, unless you knew they were actually filled with Holy water. There is a Jasper Rosary wound around the rear-view mirror, and a box full of credit cards and fake ID's in the glove box. So, really, not a car you want the police to get their hands on.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 4:21 pm
Name: Will Taylor
Age: Twenty-One
Description: Will stands roughly at six foot, and although he’s quite broad shouldered, he has little weight to height. His brown hair falls past his ears, curling up at the ends and parting to the side to give him a small curling side fringe. He has deep brown eyes, which are quiet large. He has a pretty face, not too handsome; he probably couldn’t cope with that much female attention. Not that he does as it is. He has a small faded scar down the side of his right jaw line. He has a small freckle -awww- by the left side of his nose.
 : ninja :
Brief history: Normally when children tell their parents they saw the boogieman, or there’s something under their bed, they get reassured that they’re perfectly safe. Not Will, oh no. At the age of six he’d already encountered those fairy tale horrors, not to mention the ghouls in closet. When he told his dad about the monster in his closet, he gave him a .45. His mother had died drawing childbirth or so he was told and his father had brought him up, with help from the grandparents whilst daddy was hunting of course. When Will turned ten, he went on the road with his father and was taught what the real world was like. He’d tried schooling, but everyone just assumed he was ‘mentally ill’ or had a very strong imagination with the stories he’d tell everyone about his father. So basically, for the past eleven years he’s been hunting the ‘bad guys’ as he likes to state it, too many comics have warped his mind.
He met Sam during a hunt, where they bumped into each other, immediately they didn’t really hit it off but you know how the story goes. They ended up having to work together to finish the job off and Will just ended up sticking with him.
Occupation: He has so many according to the fake Ids, and his real job would be demon hunter but for the faint hearted he just leaves it at…. Librarian.
Miscellany: Will's prized weapon is his Parabellum . 9mm, which his father gave to him before he went off on his own path, it has been adapted for all types of bullets, especially silver. Not that he actually gets to use it that often, Sams the brawn, Wills the brain.
He generally just leeches off Sam’s weapons; he has so many, so its only fair that he shares. As long as he doesn’t touch the shotgun, he did that once and never again.
He also keeps a small folding knife laced with salt for those tricky situations.
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Eternitys Clockwork Angel Crew
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 5:44 pm
[Name] Cairbre "Bre" Ailil Greene
[Age] 27
[Description] Outgoing. Drinks alot. Scottish. 6'3". Lanky. Scruffy. Musician. Flat stomach. Always smiling. Singer. Slightly Muscled. Cheerful. Old Jeans and T-shirts. Tattoed. Loves Take-away food. Eccentric clothes. Short hair. Bright eyes. Flirt. Nimble fingers. Poetic. Enjoys seeing sexy underwear on a certain someone. Caring. Big Brother. Easily amused. Pierced ears. Paints his nails. Loves animals. Bad memory. Scottish accent. Lost his virginity to a sexy doctor.((Didn't neeed to know that.)) Possible father-to-be. Getting back his girlfriend((said sexy doctor)) after they "went on a break."
[Brief history] Cairbre grew up with his Mother and Step-Father, after his father died when he was 2, his mother re-married, and had another child when Cairbre was 6 -- a girl, named Virgo.
Cairbre plays the guitar and is the lead singer for the band "Angelic Scars", and has just recently come home from a short tour-trip to promote the band.
Despite his ignorance to the supernatural world, he is very much a part of it. He seems to be completely oblivious to the happenings around him, when he is very much aware of the underworld to the day-to-day ramblings of most humans. His best friend, and co-muscian happens to be a werewolf; and Cairbre himself has his own powers, as does his sister. His parents -- one Vampire, the other Fey -- left him with an unusual set of traits. He has no aversion to daylight, and no lust for blood. He's capable of small amounts of glamour magic, and spurts of vampiric speed or strength when needed. He doesn't try too hard to delve into what his other possible abilities could be. He just has't thought too hard on them.
[Occupation] Musician
[Miscellany] Cairbre has a blue Mini Cooper with the White Cross painted across the top of the roof. Proud to be Scottish? Never. The car is also decorated with all sorts of bumper stickers, ranging from the mildly amusing to downright insulting, as well as drawings done in permanent ink, and some paints. In fact, the only place you can see the blue very well is on the roof where the flag is....
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 5:50 pm
[Name] Kavitha Lalita "Lala" Joseph
[Age] Twenty four
[Description] Outgoing. Hates soda. Speaks German. Five foot nothing. Flat stomach. Bubbly personality. Swimmer. A hundred pounds. Writer.Cheerful. High heels. Belly button piercings. Pretty clothing. Shiny jewelry. Wavy hair. Bright eyes. Short attention span. Speaks Hindi. Deft hands. Sexy underwear. Asthmatic. Speaks English. Drinks a lot of water. Easily amused. Pierced tongue. Pink an' purple an' green an' blue an' every other bright colored fingernail polished nails. Loves kittens. Tattoos. Hates alchohol. Speaks Arabic. Photographic memory. American accent. 23rd Pslam. Pirced Nipples. Multiple orgasms. Lost her virginity to a scruffy musician.((Didn't neeed to know that.)) Possibly preganant. Getting back her boyfriend of a number of years((said scruff muscician)) after they "went on a break."
[Brief history] Kavitha's ancestors were Dravidians who mixed with some early pestilence demons. Their families more.. human part took over and managed to use their heritage for something productive. She comes from a long line of healers. Because of their.. unusual ancestry they are able to quickly detect viruses and bacteria affecting the body and shut them down so they are unable to reproduce so the body's own defenses can take over.
She learned all about the medical profession from an early age so she was able to breeze through two years of work in one so she is already a resident when most people her age are just starting to graduate from med school. Kavitha is a little different than most doctor, not only in how she treats people.. but also in the people she treats. She is already well known as the doctor to go to with chimera bites and werewolf immunizations. She has every antidote of the common demons in the area and has enough suppliers that she can get any other kind in no time.
But even among doctors who know about the supernatural side of life she's different. Kavitha doesn't limit her practice to only humans. If a werewolf needs a roofie for the full moon or some penicillin for a sore throat she won't hesitate to help. Just because you are not fully human does not mean you're evil. Though on the supernatural ring she's known by her childhod knickname of 'Lala' so to begin with some people are a bit apprehensive about using her...
[Occupation] Doctor.
[Miscellany] Kavitha has an '88 Mustang that was given to her by her brother when he moved out of the country.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 6:04 pm
[Name] "Leo" Enapay Koal
[Age] 29
[Description] Enapay, or as he prefers, "Leo", is a rather handsome man of native-american descent. Now that I'm done being politically correct for the day...He had rather sharp features, including high cheekbones and unusual sandy-fawn hair that he generally keeps at shoulder-length, usually in a braid with several beads woven into it. His skin is actually rather pale, but it's kept a sandy tan color form him constantly being in the sun, and his eyes are rather odd, appearing to be a light brown from a distance, but from up close one can see that they're really a startling amber-gold.
At certain times, usually whenever he's excited or angry or just letting his guard down, his appearance tends to shift, sometimes giving him rather feline traits, such as sandy fur (like a cougar's), sharp teeth and fangs, slitted pupils, sharp retractyle claws, or when he's really letting loose, rounded catlike ears atop his head and a swishing tail.
Being a shapeshifter, he can control his transformations to some degree, and can even turn into a rather large, snarling mountain lion. He prefers not to do this, seeing as his clothes tend to rip, and - like any cat - he gets easily distracted by small mammals and other such things in this form. Plus, it's very hard to keep yourself inconspicuous when you turn into a giant cat and stalk people.
[Brief history] Leonardo was born in the national Sioux reservation as Enapay Koal...although...his parents immidiately noticed that something was...odd. Their baby was pale and blonde, while neither of them were. He was obviously there child, shown by the DNA tests they got from the local hospital, but they figured it was a one-in-a-million chance and loved him anyways, even with his strange, amber eyes and yowling, growling cries.
His great-gandmother knew differently. And the elders were the only one to recognize what he truely was.
Of course, in the day and age of the information superhighway and SUVs, nobody was going to take them seriously.
Enapay was always a strange kid, still. He didn't get along well with others, and he preferred to go out alone without telling anybody (causing quite a scare in his parents) and catch everything from grasshoppers to songbirds as he got older. He had a short temper and would start fights and then stalk away to hide as soon as he threw the first blow, and had a tendency to hiss at people who got too close when he was in a bad mood.
He didn't really start to notice what was wrong untill he turned twelve, and on the night of the full moon...dissapeared. Well, for a bit at least. He was found come morning sleeping peacefully (and nakedly) in a tree in the woods, covered with blood that wasn't his own, and a slaughtered deer nearby.
The elders took him aside a few days later, sat him down...and told him what was happening - what he was. He was a rare sort of spirit - two in one body. A cosmic mix-up of sorts. His reaction. "So...I'm a werecat?" They cuffed him over the head, telling him that the older he got, the less control he would have over his other half. He disregarded them and laughed, spending more and more time experimenting with his other side, learning to control the transformations and instincts.
It wasn't untill he hit eighteen that he realised that he really was loosing control, when hunters were showing up dead in the woods. Apparently, from cougar attacks...but where in the world were cougars as big as tigers?
Long story short, he ran away. I don't want to make this bio any more ridiculously long than I allready have, so this is where we are now, with him simply drifting from place to place, looking for a territory to call his own and picking up whatever odd jobs he can get.
[Occupation] As stated above, if you'll pay him, he'll do it.
[Miscellany] Leo took his new name a while ago, so...don't look for Leo Koal. He doesn't exist. Otherwise, he travels by way of a beat-up old navy blue pickup, and carries a nice lil' (BIG a**) hunting rifle that could very well blow the head off a person at close range. Plus, nothing says 'Bug off' like five claw-tears across the shirt.
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