Username: cideon
Character Name: Sokar Stormwind
Kingdom: none, but has lived, and is now being hunted, by both Justice and Wrath
Occupation/Class: head gardener, but formerly a commander knight of both kingdoms mentioned
Age: 32
Species: werehuman
Gender: male
Sex: bisexual, but has a soft spot for females
Bio: A werewolf is termed as a creature who is human and can become wolflike under duress. A werehuman is one that is a wolf who can become more humanlike under similar circumstances. Sokar was born to a wolf mother and lived most of his young life as one, but was cursed and tried to live as a human (despite having strong animalistic features). As a citizen of the Kingdom of Justice, he tried to learn how to be a knight. Eventually, he was ridiculed and kicked out in his later teen years. Feeling hatred for this, he emigrated to the Kingdom of Wrath, where his nature was welcome. However, there was too much cruelty that his true side (the wolf) could not endure. Rather than end his own life, he found a sanctuary here with Veritas. He keeps the flowers alive and is safe from reprisal from both Justice and Wrath (both of which would love to seem him dead because he knows of their training). He's a quiet sort, never having gotten good with speaking, and sometimes he is slow to understand human concepts. Often appears neutral though he may be severely pissed or happy on the inside. Does not know how to read very well, and cannot write either (this is not based on intelligence, but because writing, thus symbols, are such a human concept)
Weapons: Formerly a longsword only, nowadays a shovel or his teeth if he needs to shoo away garden pests, or hunt for extra food.
Powers: Being able to transform at will, now that he's more mature. Prefers his natural wolf state, but will stick to the werehuman one to make people less nervous (or so he thinks). While a werwolf has increased healing as a natural ability, Sokar does not. Instead he is very highly attuned to nature, both flora and fauna, and can communicate with both to some extent.
Other: Though he may be attracted to someone, he feels unable to comply with his emotions. He is more human than animal (a disgrace, not something commendable to him), he fears the curse may inflict someone else. Or that he will finally be killed and leave a mate alone, or risk their life) Even here under Veritas' protection he is worried, for he is not an heir, so his life may easily be snuffed out without fear of much repercussion. The heirs of Justice or Wrath (or even another, wanting to gain favor) could easily kill him. He would fight back with his well-learned fighting techniques, but he doubts he could kill to protect himself, especially when it is Veritas' responsibility to keep them safe while he is merely a guest here.
Description: In natural form, he is a very large wolf. His undercoat is white, but gray on his side and black on his back and as a mask keep him generally dark. In his werehuman form, he appears like a wolf furry, taller than the average human and of muscular build. Prefers to wear simple clothing that hides some scars on his body that are easier to see under the shorter fur. Sokar does have a scar on the side of his face that is visible in both forms. He has gotten good at walking on two legs, but will crouch and be on all fours if no one is around to be bothered by it. Eats a diet heavy in meat, he but has an animal scent more than a human one. Not naturally barbaric, but his nature may squick some people easily.
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Username: cideon (occasionally the Kirkis Bloodfire mule)
Character Name: Kirkis Bloodfire
Kingdom: born in the Kingdom of Hubris, but traveled around a lot
Occupation/Class: butler (head of staff)
Age: used to be about 24
Species: human; more specifically a phantom
Gender: male
Sex: prefers not to be reminded
Bio: Kirkis was an average young man with grand dreams of becoming a knight. As he had no male parentage though, he was declared unfit for duty. He instead became a jack of all trades, and traveled in lived in every Kingdom. He had gained admittance to the Kingdom of the god Veritas when he was attacked on his journey by a highwayman, and killed. His sheer force of will (perhaps influenced by the god) allowed his spectre to remain on the mortal plane, and he was able to meet his 'employer'. He was given the task of being the castle's butler, which generally consists of being caretaker of all mundane tasks including housekeeping, cooking, entertainment, stocking, etc. The fact that he is dead does not seem to be a problem as this means he can actually work all day and all night to ensure things get done.
Weapons: The best offense is a good defense in Kirkis' case: he can disappear and become etheral at will, and he is also immune to most forms of magics. As for provoking living people, he can touch them and purposefully curse them, with varying degrees of pain or actual hurt.
Powers: He can manipulate real objects and touch persons (doesn't have to hurt them, but his touch is cold). Kirkis has also been around for almost as long as Veritas has had his castle here, so he has a general but still large mental library of knowledge. Can travel as far as a mile radius away from castle walls, but rarely does.
Other: Oftentimes cranky, doesn't have to show respect to anyone but Veritas, and so will many times make his guests (and other servants) feel unwelcome. As the years passed though, he has become property of the castle more than Veritas, and is therefore mre concerned with its running than whatever his employer might be worried about.
Description: Kirkis remains handsome in death, looking just like he did when he was alive except for his bloodletting eyes and a dehiscenced chest wound. When he fades away, he becomes much like a mist and then nothing. Add flowy white shirt and hair more often in front of his eyes:
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Username: cideon
Character Name: Lincoln Masterson
Kingdom: Kingdom of Wrath
Occupation/Class: Heir
Age: 29
Species: human
Gender: male
Sex: bisexual
Bio: Lincoln was the firstborn of the king and queen of Wrath. Rumors of his death were greatly exaggerated because an attempted assassination left him so near death that the royal healer gave up on him, and his younger brother Adel left before he found out differently. While in the dark libido between life and death, Lincoln's consciousness was 'approached' by a demon who promised to help him live in exchange for his soul. Like anyone, Lincoln feared death and made the deal. Of course, no one in such a situation reads the fine print. Instead of giving up his soul when he dies, Lincoln is actually losing it bit by bit on a daily basis. More than likely he'll be dead in five years or less, but he's the only one who knows about his deal and some of the consequences. His family and friends did notice his personality has become quicker (and more violent) in regards to anger, but it mainly caused his parents to be proud, as he had been softer before his near-death experience.
Weapons: A black steel sword and a dagger hidden on his person.
Powers: Because of the dark power he interacted with, Lincoln has a strong sense of smell when it comes to blood. Many of his wounds don't necessarily heal any quicker than any other person, but he 'oozes' blood more than actually bleeds. Not a power, he is also drawn to young people full of life, though themajority of them drive him nuts.
Other: Though he does not realize it (nor would the demon tell him), technically he's mostly dead. Not a zombie in the sense of popular media, but his breathing and eating (the little that he does) is mostly habit, his body does not require this caretaking. Some magics will not affect him like they should, or at least in a different way than planned, because of this.
Description: Lincoln is a generally handsome individual, long blond hair, hard and sharp green eyes. His skin is slightly pale, but not in a beautiful alabaster way; rather it's almost chalky. Of medium build, he does not really stand out in a group. Yet, a lot of persons avoid him for unconscious reasons, which does make him stick out a little.
