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Daemon Dunestar

High Fae | Avalon | Assassin | Queen's Domain

6'3 / 191cm | 413 (28)

“Some things can only be seen from the shadows.”

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Dunestar is a name that most in the fae realm know very well. Being bred of hte purest Unseelie bloodline, it’s no surprise that they have a reputation for being a formidable house, ruthless, cunning, and incredibly dangerous. Luckily, their loyalty to the throne has always been unwavering, to the point where many Dunestars have served as advisers and consorts to the royal family. That being said, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that Daemon himself became a very prevelent figure in the court.

As a child, he’d always been eager to serve his people the way his parents did. The problem with Daemon, however, was that much like many other Dunestar fae, he’s always marched to the beat of his own drum. He’s never been the type to blindly follow orders if he didn’t understand or agree with them. He had a rebellious and independent spirit, which made his initial attempts to join the queen’s army as a soldier futile. Group think and co-op missions tended to be problematic for him. He had a horrible habbit of going rogue and disrupting the moral of his squad, though it seemed his quick thinking, cunning, and perhaps genral luck always seemed to get the mission back on track. Unfortunately, that didn’t sit well with his captains, and time after time, despite his inherently strong ability to manipulate and travel through shadows, his exceptional marksman ship and skilled hand to hand combat, he was constantly transferred.

Despite the negative reputation he’d manage to develop, his abilities, his family name, and his loyalty to his queen didn’t go unnoticed. When the vampmire threat truly began to garner the attention of the realm, it was the HIgh Queen herself who beckoned the Dunestar house to send their oldest son to her. She had heard of his unorthodox methods of doing things, and how effective he was. Against the counsel of her advisers, she charged him with a mission. A powerful vampire general was in the process of leading a small band of vampires through Everwood. She charged Daemon with the impossible task of finding the vampire force, seeking out the general, and eliminating him. Despite the dangers it posed and the impossible odds, Daemon, loyal to his queen, accepted the order and was off.

It came as a shock to many when the fae returned to the palace with news that the general had been slain, and it was at that moment he became the queens royal assassin. With that title, the only person he truly answered to was his queen. It seemed to be the perfect position for him. He no longer had to worry about following any sort of protocol, working with others in a team was no longer a necessity, and he thrived.

Despite his profession, Daemon is actually a rather charismatic guy, and has no problem developing bonds, garnering trust in unlikely places. He has an off beat, roguish sense about him that most people tend to be drawn to. While he can be arrogant, apathetic, and pragmatic, he’s incredibly loyal to his queen, his family, and the people close to him.

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Levi Collins

Human | Neutral | Slave | Meranosa

5'7 / 170cm | 19

“And you thought that you were the boss tonight But I can put up one good fight”

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levi was raised right by two loving, and skilled hunters, well - until he was ten years old. one night his parents were gruesomely murdered ( and drained of their blood ) right before his very eyes. leaving the young hunter to be an orphan. alone, afraid, and overall a wreck. the coming years were rough, they were the hardest time he thought he’d ever experience in his young life. an only child, he had to fend for himself and live alone. his childhood home remained in tact and over all a sanctuary for the young human until he reached the age of nineteen.

though sometime when he was around thirteen he got the courage to avenge his parents, he hunted the vampires that ended his parents lives and didn’t stop there. he hated vampires with a burning passion, with every fiber in his being he wanted them to rot and suffer for all eternity. he continued hunting until he was nineteen - where his hunting career was cut short when he was snatched up and shackled. enslaved, and told that he could no longer be a threat to society. at that point, levi had nearly 100 kills under his belt. he didn’t feel bad - no, he’d never. he was protecting himself and other humans from these blood sucking monsters and that’s what he’d always make himself believe to justify killing.

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Aaron Mara

Merman-Vampire | Neutral | Informant | Meranosa

5'8 ft / 173cm | 30

“We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.” —Anna Freud

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On one of Aaron’s few trade barges entering Meranosa after making a supply run outside the mist, one of his crewmates began a whisper about a Vampire uprising. They’re plotting something, I tells ya! Dark skies are surely ahead! Of course, the rest of the crew bellowed out jovial laugh after laugh. The man was regarded as a bit of a conspiracy theorist. Anyone with sense knew that Vampires couldn’t penetrate the mist; they simply couldn’t.

That memory was all Aaron’s mind could linger on as he watched his hometown be torn to shreds by vampires. Screams. Flames. Fights. Death. When they kicked down his door, tearing through his home violently, threatening him with his very life, Aaron didn’t make a peep. He stood, stared, and was caught like a deer in headlights. And he remained in that state for the months to come.

Aaron hardly made a sound while he was in the vampires’ care. The man who once sang sea shanties high above the morning mist now sat in silence, fondled and fed from every night. He was no longer a man, this was evident; he was a pet. It didn’t take long for a vampire to take to the now soft-spoken boy. He asked if Aaron would be obedient; he said nothing. He asked if Aaron loved him; he said nothing. He asked if Aaron wanted to be turned, to join him in eternal life; Aaron said nothing.

The newly born vampire followed his sire as diligently as he did when he was his slave. Aaron was an empty husk of a man, and that’s exactly what his sire loved most about him. Energetically his sire would speak of their future triumph in the war, how they’d be dining on faerie’s blood every night for the rest of their immortal lives. All the while Aaron listened, maybe even gave him a soft smile or two.

And one day, Aaron’s sire didn’t come back. The poor fledgling felt it in his cold, dead heart: that ever-present essence gone. For the first time since Meranosa was taken, Aaron let his voice sing true: a siren’s wail, an agonized cry, a broken man torn apart inside and out. A husk of the lively creature he once was. Aaron felt again, yes, but what he felt was all the buried agony his life had to offer. And his soft heart sharpened into jagged edges, his quick mind now malicious, and his motivations murkier than ever.

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Shade Dempsey

Vampire | Vampire Order | Elite | Meranosa

5′8 / 176cm | 30

“Look both ways before you cross me.”

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Shade had been a lot of places and known by a few different names. The supernatural was never something he was surprised by having grown up around them since he was a child and his family immigrated from Russia to the US. Russia one of the places not as tolerant to the supernatural, plus there was more money or at least that was the promise of it when he and his family left. They jumped around a few places and ended up in a rather interesting town where the supernatural were welcomed.

It didn’t take long to figure out what the big push was to come overseas when his mom ran off with a vampire. Needless to say Shade wasn’t the biggest fan of the creatures for a long time and became less so of everything and everyone when his father passed. Death was hard for Shade, even harder when his Dad had been his whole life. He was the reason Shade went to school, the reason he felt motivated to be something better than he was. Despite that, in his passing, Shade let himself fall apart. He used and abused people and fell into the Russian mob, then scratched and clawed his way to a top spot burying anyone he had to to get there.

Selfish, manipulative, conniving and cruel was how Shade was known. He was the guy that always knew a guy, the one that everyone knew killed someone, but no one could prove and he relished that. He liked the fear and power it gave him and wanted more. He always did, a creature of greed he was without fail.

Oddly enough it was in this place he ran into a vampire, of all things, and started an unlikely relationship. Gage had been good despite being a vampire and part of him felt he sort of understood why his mother did what she did. It didn’t mean he forgave her. He never would for her not showing up to bury his father. Love wasn’t something Shade wanted to feel, hell he didn’t even want a committed relationship, but somehow he ended up in both with Gage and it grew deeper by the day.

He’d shared too much with Gage and stupidly thought they’d have time to actually be together and see the relationship to its inevitable end. That was until Shade’s half-brother showed up and shit went to hell. Yvon, his brother, was a hunter and Gage not a fan of that, even less so considering Shade had hired and brought him into the town for a few reasons. Just because he was dating a vampire didn’t mean he trusted him or anything that was more powerful than himself. What he didn’t bank on was just how far Yvon would go to break up his relationship with Gage. He really should have saw the grandiose dickmove coming.

Most Russians didn’t like supernatural anything. They made death camps and kill squads, which Yvon had gladly led. They killed things for their differences without care. So finding out someone as high up as Shade was in the Bratva had such a creature at his side set off a snowball of shit onto the human that involved him having to do some regrettable things.  Running wasn’t an option. Running meant Gage would be a target so he got rid of those that would have gotten rid of him. His once unlimited funds of cash became limited as he’d spent more and more to cover up the lives he took. Yvon kept pushing, kept threatening and it got harder and harder to keep the peace between them. Soon enough Shade was out of cash and Yvon had another squad of hunters, big mean fuckers. Inevitably they had to run.

Shade hated the fact he they had to leave, but understood survival was key. They ended up in an almost worst situation as the balance of power changed where they ended up and Shade became a slave to Gage, though Gage refused to treat him in such a way. Still the title bothered Shade, everything did and his began abusing drugs and being a general asshole most of the time. He and Gage fighting more while Gage kept pushing for Shade to change, to become a vampire so he wouldn’t have to be a slave. Finally the stubborn Russian caved to Gage’s suggestion and let Gage change him. Not even a day had passed and everything went to hell for the umpteenth time. Hunter’s found them and the two were separated. Shade had thought just separate and figured himself dead when Yvon of all people showed his ugly fucking mug again. He’d found them, it had been his pack of hunters and the only reason Shade was still alive was because Yvon willed it. His brother took him home to Russian and trained him to kill vampires and other supernatural creatures. He used him and his power to even the playing field, more of a slave to his brother than he ever was to Gage. It took him over a year to get away from Yvon, the man thinking of almost everything, but his crew. One of them fell for Shade’s charm and the vampire decimated Yvon’s crew, sure to leave his brother alive so he could and would always regret not killing Shade. It was probably a terrible move on his part, leaving his brother alive, but Yvon was still family and really it was thanks to his training that Shade was picked up by Lazarus and brought to Avalon where he decided to take up the fight, finding he liked killing from time to time. It gave him something to do with the eternity he had left.  

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Ture

Unseelie Fae | Avalon | Assassin| Queen’s Domain

6′0ft / 182.2cm | 300 (30)

“Don’t fear me for what I am. Fear me for what I’m capable of.”

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Ture was born into a long bloodline of soldiers. He his training as a child soon as he could hold a weapon in one hand. Ture rarely use any of his magical powers and often appeared calm and relaxed during a battle. He is not known to be friendly or unfriendly. He prefers keeping to himself and spends a lot of his time training. Ture is very loyal to the Queen and the very few people who knew him knew that life was dedicated to protecting the realm and its people.

Ture seldom speaks about politics but he has his own opinion in regards the current situation of the island. He is not quick to act and often ponders on a decision before making a move. He had taken human slaves in the past but it wasn’t a known fact that he easily gets attach to them and so he hadn’t house one in many years. When he is off-duty, Ture visits Everwood where most of his family resides. He spends time drinking and enjoying a big feast with family and friends. During war, he remains sober which, at times could make him intolerable.

Ture is very much involved with the Queen’s campaign to retrieve what was taken from them. He is determined to do whatever it takes to defeat the enemy even if he had to take them one by one…

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Aris Maerith

High Fae | Avalon | General | Queen’s Domain

6′2 / 189cm | 1050 (35)

“Hunger for me, get addicted to me. I will be both venom and antidote, your poison and your only cure.” -The Immortal Highlander

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Famous (or infamous, depending on how you saw it) for their uncanny ability at using Shadows as weapons, the ancient Maerith family had always been regarded as one of the most influential families among the Unseelies and Aris was born knowing that his destiny was one of greatness. The blond High Fae was gifted with great beauty, strength and the innate skill to poison minds and bodies both with his Magic and his silver tongue that usually managed to get him wherever he wanted to go; people seemed to always overlook the cold soul he hid beneath his attractive appearance and he made the most out of it whenever he got the chance.

Aris joined the army at a young age, vowing his very soul to protect the Queen and their kind but wanting nothing else but to amass even more power. Protecting the Fae served the purpose of helping him satisfy that need for mayhem and destruction that he felt, channeling it into harming the enemies of their homes, but it also let him gain the recognition that he would not get only for carrying the legacy of his family and so he remained unwaveringly loyal to their cause as a way to keep furthering his own interests.

At first a gifted assassin because of his outstanding prowess with Poisonous Magic, Aris soon proved himself to be a valuable tactician, able to use his ruthless nature and perceptiveness to quickly earn promotions in their army until he could stay eye-to-eye with the highest ranked members of their kind. It was only when an all-out war with the Vampires exploded that Aris reached the Zenith of his career with their forces, succeeding in standing second in rank only to the Queen herself in their fight against the leeches and he uses every ounce of talent he has to unleash pandemonium into the enemy army. The enemies that fall prey to his forces are subject to the cold-blooded despair of his prowess with torture because Aris would do anything in his power to ensure that only they stood victorious after their carnage.

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Nazaire Chivers

Vampire | Vampire Order | Informant | Morta Canyon

6′1 / 186cm | 45 (28)

“I’ve been to hell. You’ve only read about it.”

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Nazaire Chivers was born into a world of excess. With a snap of his fingers, he could have whatever he wanted. Toys. Food. New friends. His father’s wealth afforded him the luxury of not having to use words like please and thank you. He was the epitome of the word brat. Expectations became reality and as his standards grew to unachievable levels, his acceptance of no and impossibility ceased to exist. Born in Marrakesh in the early seventies – Nazaire was the second and last child to be welcomed into the Chivers household. Two beautiful boys with their father’s blue eyes and their mother’s awe-inspiring beauty. Life was made easy for Nazaire and his older brother because of their family’s status. Their wants came easily and quickly to them. Their father’s fortune grew and many whispered that the man had the Midas touch, what was unknown to many – The patriarch of the Chivers family had easily given the only thing of value he had to offer in order to achieve his success, his morals and in many cases what could simply be considered his soul.

Nazaire and his brother saw a successful businessman who continuously made key investments and enjoyed the fruit of his sound decisions, what they didn’t see was a man tainted by his lust for material things. That lust became insatiable in both Nazaire and his brother. Surrounded by excessive desires and the constant commissions of sin, Nazaire was thirteen the first time dark desires tainted his soul. Simple indulgence was what some would call it but his father recognized the birth of darkness in his son and soon realized that Nazaire’s path had been forged the day he made his deal. Unaware, Nazaire followed in his father’s footsteps, learning the business, developing his own acumen for handling unwilling partners and difficult investors. Piercing blue eyes and a disarming smile were often the weapons that preceded the bare hands and knuckles that rained pain and misery on those who dared to disagree or cross his father and family. He was gifted in causing pain and incapable of reeling his anger and wrath in once it began. He was the same in pleasure. Giving his whole self - body, and soul over to whatever craving consumed him at the moment. It began in his teen years with the many vices he saw cultivated within his father’s businesses. Indiscretions were their livelihood but it was also the rules they lived by within their family.

Lust and desire eventually destroyed their father, but it had a different path for Nazaire. At 28, he was his father’s heir. But death, not in the traditional sense at least, would be his birthright. New lovers came in and out of Nazaire’s life and bed but there was one who would be deemed unforgettable for the entirety of the young Chivers existence. One night and the young man’s life was changed. A kiss turned and violent and soon Nazaire felt his life and energy being ripped from his body. Whatever the reason - jealousy or the curse of immortality spent alone without the benefit of his family’s wealth, Nazaire survived the attack, however, his life was forever changed.  The turn was excruciating but it was the realization that he was alone and his family, friends, nor playthings could be a part of the new existence he’d been cursed to experience.

Eighteen years he wandered - feeding and yielding to the destructive nature created by his new appetite. At least that’s what he blamed, appetite and thirst. Not his growing loneliness or anger. The human world was no longer his home. Finding himself in a land called Avalon. Nazaire aligned himself with those much like him – Separated from family. Cursed. to thirst for blood. Hungry for the control that came with the natural power he possessed. His alliance went quickly and easily to Lazarus and that’s where it has remained for the time that he’s made Avalon home.

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Caleb Briarway

High Fae | Avalon | Medic | Queen's Domain

6'3 / 190cm | 98 (34)

“A gentle word, a kind look, a good-natured smile can work wonders and accomplish miracles.” – William Hazlitt

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Caleb is born it a pure bloodline of faeries, and unfortunately for his parents he had no aspirations in life beyond to make it beautiful. And for most of his life that was fine for them. They had a son older than Caleb. One who would fight and bring favor to them from the Queen. He was strong and handsome. And tragically he was cut down in one of the first battles of the war. A shame to his family. Only Caleb even mentions him now his parents and relatives are so disgusted by him. They wanted a General, they got a dead Captain and a medic instead. Despite his great size and physical strength Caleb finds fighting to be distasteful. Though of course if ordered he would take arms readily. While he is a docile giant, he will follow any and all orders given t him by his betters. Caleb values beauty over all else. That includes his own. Incredibly vain and prideful of his looks, particularly his incredibly long blond hair, he spends lots of time maintaining himself. But also, the things around him. He has a natural knack for healing and protecting. His magic is not at all offensive he chooses to use it to make the most stalwart of defenses and more than that, he chooses to heal rather than wound. He can readily call the elements of Water and earth to his aid, creating walls, and pushing away those he deems in his space. He may not win a fight be he can certainly support those around him and help them weather the fight and survive. He lives to be recognized as something other than a failure as his parents see him, and he does his best to make himself useful and valued in the eyes of his betters.