#lycan.

[chokedecho]

( WONG YUKHEI. CIS MALE. ) Rumor has it that ( BAI LING ) has been spotted skulking around  New York City streets recently. ( HE ) is a ( 121 ) year old ( LYCAN. ) They have a good reputation for being ( EXUBERANT & COMPASSIONATE, ) but have also been known to be rather ( IMMATURE & NAIVE. ) They’re known for being the ( HALCYON. )

'sup it’s your biss again, jamie. bringing another one in. pls plot with him and me and i’ll try not to be trash....ヽ(◕﹏◕)ﾉ

bai was born and raised in the kingdom of siam, or what is now known as thailand. he was always a bright child, intelligent and polite, hungry to learn and eager to play. 

he was hardworking in school, studious and with ambitions that seemed to get swept away with the news of the ongoing war that was fast spreading across the world. at 18 years old, he was enlisted into the military and trained; he wasn’t much for violence, but his hopes & dreams had always been to study medicine and help people, and so he fast found his way into medic training, taking care of the wounded who were fighting for their country in World War I. 

situated in france, he found himself only a part of the war effort for 7 months -- plenty long enough to see horrors he couldn’t have imagined prior, but a much shorter amount of life than he was expecting to live. that day is a bit of a blur to him, but he remembers laying upon the ground, looking up at the cloudy sky and thinking of himself as one of the many young boys who he’d found in similar states and who he had taken care of. most in his condition could not be nursed back to health, and as time passed and he began to lose consciousness, he knew he would be among those who weren’t.

during his time in france, bai had met a beguiling woman who had caught his eye (and every one else’s) the moment he saw her. he had fast begun to know her, to befriend her, and to watch her soften slowly toward him over the course of months. a thousand wars were in her eyes, but the moment she smiled it was as if being washed with sunshine and the promise of a smattering of gentle rain. 

how he later woke up with the woman beside him, in a place far away from the battlefield from where he believed he were to die, was unknown to him. it was a lot to explain, but she took him under her wing and did her best to teach him everything she knew about the gift she had given him. a leecher, is what she called herself. unable to let him die after growing an attachment to the young boy, she had turned him and promised to keep him safe. 

he remained in france with her for several years after that, learning from her depth of knowledge, being taught how to survive in his new life, but also pursuing his studies to get a medical degree whilst there. after securing such, he bid goodbye to his sire whilst promising to stay in touch and that they would see one another soon, and he rejoined the military once again. World War I was over now, but there were many other wars being fought across the globe, and he was ready to help whoever was in need and to save as many lives as he could. 

from then on, he bounced from country to country, serving as an army medic for as many years as he could pull off without ageing. Then, he would fake his death as another casualty of war to move on elsewhere. for a decade or so in between each, he would find a city to settle down in, to work in, and allow enough time to pass for any thought of him to be long forgotten before rejoining the battlefield once more. 

he has spent the majority of his life this way, and fresh off the battlefield today he is ready to pay his sire a visit and to enjoy her company and her city for a few years as a paramedic or a nurse, fitting in among the humans to continue saving lives and helping people as much as he can. it’s always nice to have a little time away to allow his more wolfish side to shine through in ways it would be far too risky to do in the barracks. 

TL;DR he’s a ray of actual sunshine, still a young boy at heart, still full of life and boundless energy and he has a hard time showing anything but positive emotions. he doesn’t like to complain or linger or have a rainy day. he’s been around before, but it’s been a few decades since he was last here and he’s ready to meet new faces and reconnect with old ones. 

[chokedecho]

( KIM CHUNGHA. CIS FEMALE. ) Everyone in Vivian’s pack knows of ( BO-HUI “VIOLET” MAE, ) one of her loyal Leechers. ( SHE ) is a ( 213 ) year old lycan known amongst their packmates for being ( FERVENT & DEVOTED ) but also quite ( RETICENT & SENTIMENTAL. ) They’re known for being the ( FALLEN. ) Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.

is me again, ur biss. sorry 2 anyone i owe plotting messages, i had fam over & am easily overwhelm but pls loveme anyway and love violet she’s worth it i promise ヽ(◕﹏◕)ﾉ

violet was born to a family of leechers, highly regarded among their peers and who were widely sort after during the war efforts against the vampires. as such, her birth was more a way of carrying on the family name than it was to bring a child into a loving home. that isn’t to say they didn’t love her in their own way, but it was a particular way and not one easily felt by a child.

when the call came for her parents to show their loyalty in a distinctly dangerous fight, they knew that they had a responsibility to keep her safe should they not make it home again. instead of leaving her with the nanny she was accustomed to, she was sent to a small, barely formed village in which some family friends had chosen to settle to raise their family in. two young sisters, a mother and a father, and only a handful of local humans who they theorised would not be an issue. at first she did not want to leave, but after a time of being there among a real family unit, she began to feel more at home than she ever had.

it’s assumed her parents fell to the vampires, as she nor her adoptive family ever heard from them again. she wasn’t given an opportunity to grieve before disaster struck in the peaceful town she’d found a haven in. the locals grew suspicious, and no matter how much the mother of the family tried to reassure her it wasn’t her fault, violet couldn’t help but feel she was bringing fuel to the fire. a mysterious young girl showing up in the middle of the night, no explanation given. it meant more animal killings, more near-sightings. more people were on edge, and whether it was her fault or not, the humans came for them.

cherry screamed as they took her, and violet remembers reaching out for her, wanting to hold onto her even if it meant taking her, too. she doesn’t recall who held her back, but her mind replays the same warning from the mother over and over again. run. don’t ever look back.

she was barely out of her preteens, too young to understand the world through the eyes of an adult. she could never return to her new home, nor to the place she had lived with her deceased parents. she ran as far as she could, and there she remained. lycan instincts alone kept her alive for those years, feral in areas that her presence would be seen as nothing more than another wolf in the woods. she was ashamed of herself, carrying the burden and the guilt of having destroyed a family so good to her, and the weight of her family name so heavy on her shoulders she could barely stand.

she lost track of dates and time, living that way for as long as she could before she was finally noticed. this time by a pack who took her in without many questions, gave her shelter and helped remind her of her more human side. she refused to tell them her birth name, only giving them the alias of violet despite the amount of time she spent with them, developing a trust and a bond.

quietly she admired a leecher in their pack, watching from afar as they went about their duties in a manner that reminded her of her birth parents and of a world she was too scared to rejoin. decades passed, and no matter the efforts the leecher put into protecting their pack, numbers still dwindled and the war waged on around them. when the friendly faces she’d learned to know and love slowly disappeared from her once more, she knew she could no longer stand by and watch. it was too painful, and far too shameful.

finally she revealed her name and her intention to fill her parents shoes, and from then on she trained. she trained hard. introduced to all the people she needed to know, things began to fall into place and she grew stronger, both physically and mentally, emotionally, a century of age on her side when opportunity finally came in a heartbreaking way. her pack’s leecher fell, the last and the only protecting her new family, and she was ready to step up and take their place to keep them safe. and she did.

yet more decades passed, faces came and went, both by choice and by not, and still she trained, working every day to be stronger, to be better, to be ready for anything.

the only thing she had not prepared herself for was the end of the war, and the shock that brought her.

she stayed among her pack, but she grew restless. she itched for the release of the fight, of the pride of protecting those she’d sworn to protect, and when word slowly spread across the waters of a stirring beginning in the supernatural streets of NYC, her interest was peaked.

sure that she had trained her successors well, she left her pack in good hands and travelled the miles to where she felt she was needed most. the place she believed her parents would have been, were they still alive. she wasn’t sure what she expected to find, but this uneasy truce between elders, leechers and death dealers, as well as new buddy system rules and secrets starcrossed lovers was not it. she’s feeling out of her element, hackles raised whenever she so much as sniffs a vampire nearby, but at least here she feels of use.

tl;dr -- goes by violet. is very old and does not trust vampires!!!! very lesbean, much gay. has some abandonment issues but who doesn’t. basically just rocked up to NYC because she’s heard whispers about the growing tensions here and she’s itching to protec and to attac. 

[underworldfcrged]

The first of the Werewolves was William, the son of Alexander, carrying his Immortal strain, bitten and infected by a wolf in his adult life. William transformed into a giant white werewolf, killing his wife and children in the animal frenzy of his shift, which would be permanent. All that were infected directly by him would be permanently transformed as well, incapable of regaining human thought or form. These are the werewolves that Viktor's army was formed to hunt down and eradicate, a war that raged for hundred of years. It would remain this way until the first of the new generation of lycans was born. His name was Lucian, and he and all those that sprang from his blood or his bite would be capable of shifting between their lycan form and human, and it was Lucian's descendents that would be enslaved under the Vampire elders as daylight guardians and servants. Only even this would not last, for Lucian committed the gravest of sins; he fell in love with a vampire, and she with him. Sonja, the daughter of Viktor, was discovered to be not only in league with, and in love with Lucian, but pregnant with his child, and in a rage, Viktor ordered Sonja to be burned at the stake while Lucian watched. In the end, when the full moon rose, Lucian managed to escape, and set forth on a vendetta that would span over six hundred years.

Lucian's end goal, known only by a precious few of his inner circle that have survived, was to succeed in creating the 'abomination' that Viktor feared. By combining the blood of the human line of the first and oldest Immortal, the blood of a Vampire elder, and the blood of a Lycan, he believed that he could create the perfect warrior. Conspiring with the Elder's right hand man, Kraven, to overthrow the Elders, the Lycans under Lucian attacked and killed Amelia and her envoy, escaping with her blood, but Lucian would be killed before he could see his goal achieved. In the end it would be Michael, one of the last remaining human descendants of Corvinus that would rise as a hybrid, caught in the war, only to find himself a champion of the cause of peace in the years that followed the deaths of the council and the elders. He stands at odds with Raze, who is the majority recognized new Alpha of the Lycans. Raze, Lucian's long time friend and ally, and for centuries, his right hand man, continues to hold Lucian's vendetta close to his heart and wishes to wage war on the Vampires at every opportunity that presents itself.

Lycans are much stronger, faster and durable than even the strongest of humans. They have extended life spans and because of their quick healing and regeneration ability seem to stop aging, though it is really just that the process has been slowed to a practical crawl. They have incredibly heightened sense that allow them to track their prey through crowded or icy terrain with ease. They also share a genetic memory, memories that are most poignant or virile of their predecessor are passed on to them through dreams and or hallucinations, particularly during their first transition. They go stronger with age, and the older Lycans can shift outside of a full moon as they have learned to channel their inner rage. There is no Lycan that can resist the pull of the full moon, particularly when in direct contact with its light. There animal instincts are stronger, making their human mental capacity diminished but not entirely nullified during their full moon shifts. They are more likely to attack others during a full moon transition than any others. They have been known to eat human or animal flesh, though they can sustain themselves on normal human food. The transition, whether in a full moon or by choice or emotional charge, is incredibly painful as the body contorts and breaks and reshapes itself, and while one may become accustomed to the shift over the years, it is never a pleasant sensation. Silver, or silver nitrate, or any other silver compound, acts like poison and acid to them on contact with a Lycan and enough silver in the system can weaken and kill a Lycan. Silver is often used in chains, or bonds, to keep a Lycan secure.