Reference : Solomon
Name : Solomon Cyril
Age : Appears to be Twenty-Three
Race : Werewolf
Height : 6'0"
Weight : 145 lbs
Hair Color : Raven Black
Eye Color : Clear/Silver
Personality : Charming and elegant. Solomon is the utmost gentleman. When he's not in his true form tearing people apart of course. He's lived a long time. Polite and filled to the brim with knowledge, he impresses almost anyone who meets him for the first time. He can also be a rather tricky little fellow, deceiving people and setting traps is one of his specialties. He's a charmer most certaintly, he adores the ladies and often times has many of them asking him to accompany them to dinner or to simple little parties. He declines more often than not of course. He's a beast at heart and when that full moon rolls around, you best not be on his list. Once in his true form he is anything but polite and charming. He's deadly, vicious and somewhat of a monster. Which is why he tends to remain in his house hold with nobody else there but himself on the nights of the full moon, excluding his loyal friend/servant Mika.
Biography : Solomon is a pure bred werewolf. Both of his parents were upper class wolves and once they got together, well Solomon was the product of their little 'get together'. He was raised in a wealthy homestead, servants constantly doting on him and giving him whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. All the boy had to do was ask and it would be given to him. As a child he was spoiled and rude, constantly whining and complaining if things didnt go his way. Of course they usually did however. Being what he was, he was usually only ever allowed to wander his family's vast property. His parents worried about his well-being, mainly because he could not seem to control his blood lust when around other creatures...mainly humans to be specific. There were quite a few times when one of the maids or servants had to be replaced due to Solomon's festering hunger. And this was all occuring while he was still just a boy. There was one day however, that something, or rather someone, came into his life that had changed everything for him. For the most part anyways. Her name was Mika, and she was a half-breed, the like of which Solomon had never seen before. Of course when he first met her she was a small, dirty little child that resemebled a young boy as opposed to what she really was. They had first met through his father for Mika's father had apparently owed Solomon's father a lot of money that he just could not come up with. Therefore he paid the price by giving up his only child, his innocent daughter, to a family of wolves, literally. She was meant to become just another member of the help. Solomon had watched with keen eyes as the child stood there confused as her father left. Solomon's father approached him and informed him to take her to get something to eat and then pass her off onto the servants. He was disgusted by the girl at first, she was filth ridden and those eyes...they were haunting to the young boy. He sneered at her as he took her to get food. It was safe to say that the two were possibly not going to get along, fortunately, over the next few weeks as the child stayed with them, Solomon was finding himself more and more mesmerized by the young halfie. Over the next couple of months the two grew closer and closer, they were the best of friends and there seemed to be an underlying sense of something else going on other than just friendship. Over the years Mika had shown skills that were not consisten with a simple house servant. Therefore, Solomon's father began to instruct her, train her. She showed real potential and was eventually assigned to look after Solomon, guard him with her life. Solomon and her had grown even closer after his parents had passed, leaving him their estate as well as their home. He went through a bad depression at the time, firing every single one of their servants, except for Mika herself of course. He spent days locked up in his room as he did nothing, then one night he disappared from the estate. Leaving Mika in a frenzy, wondering where he had gone off to. The next day he returned, soaked in blood. That of which was clearly not his own. Ever since that night, Mika made sure to stay at his side every waking moment. He no longer had any control over his transformations or his hunger...and she knew that. This was what she had been trained to do, look after him and keep him in check. The last thing either one of them needed was humans showing up at the front door with pitchforks and torches.
M i k a
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Reference : TekTek Ref.
Name : Mikaela Vain. Nickname is Mika/ Pronounced "Mee-kuh".
Age : Appears to be Twenty-One
Occupation : Looks out and watches over Solomon. Making sure he is never harmed, injured, or gets himself into more than he can handle. She's been a loyal servant to him for many, many years.
Race : Half Demon-Half Human
Height : 5'7"
Weight : 120 lbs
Hair Color : Silver Gray/White
Eye Color : Bright Teal/Aqua
Personality : Mika is a complicated character. She is cold, distant, sarcastic, and an all around pain in the a**. Another important, odd characteristic of Mika's is the fact that she dresses and acts like a boy. She's kind of brash and rude, and since she's kind of a fighter/guardian she acts a little more male-like than she should. Of course this is how she is towards everyone else. Everyone other than Solomon gets the cold shoulder from her. Around Solomon however, she is almost like an innocent, naive child. Letting down all her walls, barriers and anything else around the one she looks after. Kind of ironic that she looks over him yet is the one who acts like a child around him. This is only when she is not protecting or looking after him however. When things get serious she can become quite vicious and over-protective. She'll even go so far as to reprimand Solomon if he did something foolish that either nearly got him killed or injured. Although she can often times act like a child around Solomon, she hates it when he treats her like one. Patting the top of her head, tugging on her hair, poking her. It annoys her to no end, yet it does her no good to argue with him or yell at him for he merely brushes her accusations and insults off like their no big deal.
Biography : Mika is a half breed, a kind looked down upon in her world. Nobody approves of who or what she is. Except for Solomon and his family of course. She grew up in a grief stricken world, her family being dirt poor and having no means of taking care of themselves let alone a small child. Her father, in an attempt to help the family, gambled quite frequently, however he never once won anything. And in doing so he had wracked up quite a debt to a very wealthy man. He had nothing to give, except for his precious daughter. He was really left with no other choice, taking Mika to the wealthy man's estate he cleared up his debts, although he had to give up his only child to a family of wolves in order to do so. Left alone in a large manor with no idea what was going on or who all these people were, she was frightened. At least until a boy close to her same age approached her. She was only a young child so of course his disgusted looks made no sense to her. She had no idea that he had at first despised even looking at her. As time passed by she became close with the young wolf. They spent a lot of time together, wandering about the estate, playing games and falling asleep in the tall grass that surrounded Solomon's home. Mika was beginning to fall in love with the wolf boy who was supposed to be more like a master to her than a friend. As time progressed, she began showing skills that were uncommon for a child her age or breed. She had fighters blood in her and Solomon's father could clearly see that. He began training her, sizing up her abilities and just what she was capable of. She showed great prowess and skill, and as such, Solomon's father appointed her to look after his son's well-being. She was to make sure he never got out of control to the point where his life would be in danger. Of course she would have done this without even having to be told to do so. She loved the damn stubborn brat for gods sake. After his parents had passed she noticed the change he had suddenly gone through. He didn't speak, didn't eat, didn't even leave his room for what seemed like weeks. Until one night he was just gone. Mika searched all over for him, worried like crazy but as she returned to the manor to wait for him, he returned the next morning covered in blood from head to toe. She didn't even need to ask him where he had gone or what had happened to him. For the blood was clearly not his own. Ever since that night she's noticed that his blood lust and rage has become more frequent and more apparent. Now more than ever, she knew she had to remain by his side. Help him try to control what he couldn't. Even if it put her own life in danger.
