The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Introduction and Races...
A thousand years ago, the angel Raziel mixed his blood with the blood of men and created the race of the Nephilim. Human-angel hybrids, they walk among us, unseen but ever-present, our invisible protectors...
They call themselves Shadowhunters. [2/5]
There is then those that are called downworlders... creatures that aren't necessarily human nor shadowhunter, but aren't demons either. There are four races of the downworlders, they can range from being helpful, to cruel, to terrible, to courageous and strong.
There is Lylith's children, the children of a mortal woman and a demon. These downworlders can perform certain types of magic, summon demons using the correct ceremony, and have a distinct trait given to them. Their trait can range from cat eyes, to green skin, to hooved feet, or even antlers protruding from the head. Lylith's children reside anywhere they please considering their immortality, and are currently being led by Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn.(Weapons mostly consist of magic and or a small blade)
They call themselves Warlocks. [1/3]
There is the cunning fare folk or the fey who are the children of their kind. Their blood consists of angel blood mixed with demon blood. This race may not lie, though they may not tell all the truth. They are said to be angels cast out of heaven for their pride, though the stories vary. These tricky folk hardly go out at night for their strength is drawn at night mostly. The folk live and are run by the seelie court beneath central park which is not able to be accessed by any ordinary mundane, but only shadowhunters and other downworlders. These immortal folk are run by the Seelie Queen who can be as cunning as she is beautiful. (Weapons consist of thin swords or short daggers. Not much of a fighter)
They call themselves Faeries. [1/8]
There is the children of the night who are humans that have contracted a demon disease through blood exchange. They can be bitten or consume the blood of another child of the night in order to become one themselves. They must consume blood of a type, for human food makes them sick, and they must gain nourishment. If a mundane is bitten, they do not die in the given time period, they become a human subjugate that must obey every command their master gives them and are considered a walking snack machine for their master. Though they never age and are considered immortal, they can die as can all the other races of downworlders. The children of the night in New York live in the Hotel Dumort and are currently being run by the clan leader Raphael Santiago. There is also the vampire clan that resides in the New York subway system in an abandoned part though it is considerably smaller and run by Rebecca. (Weapons consist of their fangs, strength, and agility)
They call themselves Vampires. [2/8]
There is the children of the moon who are humans that have contracted a demon disease through either birth by other children of the moon, or by being bitten and receiving the disease. These children, also called lycanthropes, do not live forever, but are given the enhanced strength and speed of a wolf when they transform or when they are in their human form. They can transform at any time and therefore can do as they please as long as they are allowed by the accords as is the rules for every downworlder. These creatures are enemies with the Vampires and will fight them at every chance they are given. They can look like ordinary wolves or dogs when in their form, but in human form can seem messy and sloppy though some are well kept. The current leader for the New York pack is the man by the name of Luke Garroway.(Weapons consist of the speed, strength, teeth, and claws)
They call themselves Werewolves. [1/8]
Then there are the inter-dimentional beings that travel from world to world destroying everything in their path and hurting. They can disguise themselves as people in order to trick someone into being the toy of the creature. They are hunted and killed by shadowhunters to return to their dimension though they do not die permanently. these creatures are not considered to be downworlders and are hated by the downworlders and shadowhunters alike, probably the only thing that everyone has in common. (Weapons can vary depending on the demon.)
They call themselves Demons. [Not Allowed]
Story
(Those that existed in the book series don't exist here if they mortal)
The shadowhunters, though they've been through tough times, have yet to face something like this. Demons are pouring into our world and shadowhunters have begun to disappear as are downworlders. Vampires blame werewolves and werewolves blame vampires. The fey blame the warlocks and the warlocks blame the fey. What nobody knows is that it is something much greater that is coming and will soon be the end of shadowhunters and maybe even downworlders if the two groups of people don't find a way to work together...
Eric walks down the street, his hood up and his jacket zipped tightly. Lylith's voice calls to him, guiding his steps to the building he would meet his half mother. His father had been a shadowhunter, his mother one as well, but what his father didn't know was that his mother had been poisoned by Lylith, giving Eric demon blood as well as the angel blood within. His parents were dead now, killed by none other than Eric himself, disgusted with the parents that were kind to downworlders. He despised downworlders and any who did not were just as bad. Lylith had agreed to help him, excited to have a son that wanted the destruction of both groups of people and was more than happy to oblige to help him put his plan to tear them apart into action...
The Accords (Rules)
(Roleplay Rules)
Regular Roleplay rules(i.e. no godgaming, metagaming, powergaming, etc.)
Do not control NPC's, a moderator or staff member will control them for you.
You may not create your own story line unless you run it by me in a message and I approve
Put The Infernal Devices into the other part of the app so I know you read the rules
You may only be one race so don't ask for a hybrid of them
You may not be like Jace, Clary, Tessa, or Sebastian(Jonathan Chrisopher Morgenstern) with their special powers/circumstances. Only characters I control will be like that for the sake of fairness and to make sure people aren't OP
There is limited number of each race, do not ask to be added if it is already full
If you are a magic user, you must be careful not to godgame meaning only experienced roleplayers can be warlocks
If you are turned into a werewolf, you cannot automatically be the best of the best. You must train or work hard.(Same for vampire)
You cannot be turned into a fairy or a warlock so please do not say you underwent a transformation for that is not allowed.
You may not be a demon at all under any circumstance so please don't ask
Listen to the staff and obey the rules.
If you are absent for more than a week without informing me, your character will be declared dead
I reserve the right to take over your character if it is absolutely necessary
Humans are mostly called Mundanes by shadowhunters and downworlders
If your character is caught breaking the accords, then they may be killed if you are not careful. You cannot just be amazing an avoid the shadowhunters that will come after you with weapons raised.
Three strikes and you will be asked to leave the roleplay. You may message me to try and get back on and when I deem you are able, then you may rejoin.
Romance is allowed at a PG-13 level
(The actual accords)
The accords are the laws for downworlders and shadowhunters. If a downworlder breaks the accords, they will suffer the punishment deemed fit by the consul. They are supposed to be a peace treaty between the two kinds and keep violence to a minimum though hostility is unavoidable. There is more accords though at the moment, these are the only ones posted.
No killing mundanes
No interfering with shadowhunters work
Shadowhunters may not kill downworlders for no reason
Shadowhunters may not take spoils from dead downworlders
Warlocks may not summon demons
More info on races
Shadowhunter Info
Runes
Runes the shadowhunters can be applied to the skin using only a stele and can only be applied to a shadowhunters skin. They are found in the gray book and can be applied to a shadowhunter to give them something based on the rune. They can only assist a shadowhunter but the main skill must be received through training. An Iratze for example, can be used to heal a shadowhunter though if there is anything in the wound, it will stay in there and the wound will heal, though if it is large enough it could take a while.
There are runes for memory, strength(not super strength, but enhanced strength. You wouldn't be strong enough to lift a thousand pounds for example), agility, healing(Iratze), sharper eye sight, opening(for doors or windows and such), and many more.
There are some runes for marriage that are exchanged instead of rings, as well as runes given to someone at birth so demons may not take them over. There are also runes only parabatai can give one another and accept but they do not need to be known.
Parabatai
Parabatai are two warriors bonded together by not only their friendship, but their soul. They have rules to follow and when giving runes to their parabatai, they can be stronger. They draw their strength from their other half and therefore can be stronger in battle. To know more about Parabatai, search for them in the wiki.
Last Names
Last names for Shadowhunters usually consist of compound words. In the books, The mortal Instruments names include Lightwood, Herondale, Pennhallow, Fairchild, and more. In the Infernal Devices, names include Carstairs, Branwell, Starkweather, Lovelace, Wayland, and more. Please have your shadowhunter name be a coumpound word setup if you are to be a shadowhunter.
Faeries Info
(You will be a faerie knight or maidservant depending on the gender of this character)
Types of Fae
Nymphs
Merolk
Elves - 8 in. tall fair folk with sharp teeth (They bite)
Pixies - Moth sized fairy with cute faces and sharp teeth
Kelpies - Described as medium sized people with dark green hair, webbed fingers and shark teeth
Pucas - Described as tall dark skinned folk with pointed ears
Selkies
Sprites
Nixies
Satyrs - Half-billy goat, half-human creatures
Djinn
Brownies
Vampire Info
The Process
To become a vampire one must consume vampire blood or be given some by a vampire through the bite(by accident or on purpose), die, buried, then reborn and brought back from the dead, then feed on blood.
The Types of Vampires in the Vampiric world/Change
Darkling - When a human consumes vampire blood, they become a darkling. They begin feeling that they are turning though they do not know that they are turning into a vampire necessarily Anxiety in the sun and when seeing vampires, even in movies, are some signs of a darkling. Though effects fade eventually, most darklings are still drawn to the place where they received the blood, or the vampire from whom they ingested the blood. This urge also goes away when they become vampires.
The darkling must then be bitten or drained of blood by a vampire to continue the process. Once bitten, the human may die. If the human is not completely drained to death, he will only be close to dying and will be at the verge of transformation. Since they consumed vampire blood, the vampire properties have slightly been transferred to the human, so they may rise again as a vampire.
Fledgling - Once 'dead', the fledgling - not yet or newly born vampires - must die within 24 hours after consuming blood in any manner where the body is preserved. Upon mortal death, undead body will awaken in a state of transition. Must be buried and dig themselves out of their grave and will then be 'truly born'. If no one is there to help them dig out their grave or they are unable to, they stay like that, trapped like rats under the earth, starving underground. If they are not buried, they will stay in the state of transition, not quite dead; never waking.
Immediately, the new born vampire is in a frenzy for blood and will kill anything or anyone close to them just to drink the blood. In order to complete the transition, within the next 24 hours, the new-born, transitioning vampire must consume an exceptional amount of blood, or else they will fade and die.
Werewolves Info
Becoming a werewolf
After being bitten by another werewolf, they can either not get the disease, or they can making them a werewolf. (Almost 50/50 chance they don't receive the disease) After the 1st transformation, it takes a werewolf some time to be able to resist the effect of the moon in different phases.Many train themselves to be impervious to the moon, but even the strongest are forced into wolf form during the full moon.
Silver is extremely painful and can be deadly to werewolves
Any skin contact with silver can result in a burn in the skin for a werewolf. Silver dust can be extremely painful if it touches a werewolfs skin, it can burn all over. Werewolves heal quickly though not as fast as vampires.
Application
Name: Age: Gender: Race: Warlock Mark/Type of Fairy: (Only if you're a warlock/Faire) Sexual Preference: Loyalty: (To what group. Most likely the race you are though you could be loyal to the clave and or your race or clan) Personality: Biography: (Two long paragraphs minimum, four short would work too. ) Appearance: (Either a very detailed description or a picture) Likes: Dislikes: Strengths: Weaknesses: Weapon of Choice: Other:
Accepted Apps
Shadowhunters [2/5]
JulietFrenchgirl - Taylor Avery Herondale
Name: Taylor Avery Herondale
Age: 16 Gender: Female Race: Shadhunter Warlock Mark: Sexual Preference: Heterosexual Loyalty: Clave Personality: Leader, kind, doesn't give up in the most dire situations, can be cold, funny, comfortable around people. Usually can be found getting in trouble or being irresponsible in some way Biography: Taylor was born in Idris, her father being the inquisitator. She grew up with the sights, sounds, and lessons of the shadowhunters and learned some skills at a very young age. On a trip to New York to visit the institute at the age of 5, her parents were killed in an attack on the institute that was conducted by demons. Because of this, Taylor was brought back to Idris and when she arrived, grew very sad and secluded, not talking to anyone and hardly eating. She eventually fell ill and was healed only temporarily. When the shadowhunters couldn't make her better still, they decided to send her to some relatives instead of the family friends she had been staying with.
Taylor was sent to New York to be with her cousins. Slowly she got better, she became parabatai with her cousin Jamie and the two from then on were inseparable. Jamie would usually have to get Taylor out of some pretty sticky situations as the girl was quite reckless in her many endeavors. The two went on many adventures and killed many demons together along with their brother/cousin Liam who was the second most reckless of the group. Appearance:
Has a small star shaped scar on her collarbone, crystal blue eyes, slim strong frame, and can be considered small Weapon of Choice: Any Shadowhunter weapon is easy for her Other: Read the Rules
TheCyborgGinger - Rachel Campbell
Name: Rachel Jeanette Campbell Age: 17 (Going on 18) Gender: Female Race: Shadowhunter Warlock Mark/Type of Fairy: None. Sexual Preference: Heterosexual Loyalty: The Clave Personality: Funny, Clever, Gorgeous, and Sexy - Or Scottish. She had a tragedy in the recent years, so she guards her emotions so her character will remain a strong one. She is confident, she is not afraid to wear gear that shows some skin from time to time. She has a love for travel and adventure. She is tough, by taking no crap from anyone. She has a terrible fear of heights, has never had a boyfriend or an official one at least, and has a tendency to do things in the heat of the moment. She also hates when people tell her ginger jokes, she commonly says one herself after killing a demon. Can speak fluent Gaelic, the native language of Scotland. She loves to read and play sports, and most of all- fighting demons. Biography: Rachel Campbell was born and raised in Edinburgh Scotland, her family was upper middle class with a flat in the outskirts of the city. She lived with her Mother and Father, Robin and Christopher Campbell; and her older brother William Cullen Campbell, who went by Cullen, whom she loved very much. Cullen was named after his great grandfather, who was named after the family friend, William Herondale. The family would travel west to Black Loch "Black Lake" every weekend during the summer. There they owned a large lake house. There Rachel and her brother were taught the shadowhunter ways and traditions by their parents, and trained for combat. Her favorite weapon was the axe. The family was very attached to the lake, and on a boat over the water, Rachel and Cullen received their first runes.
When Rachel was fifteen a demon named Abbadon passed the wards protecting the lake by the help of an unknown. The demon knocked out her family with poison, and Abbadon raped Rachel. When Rachel woke and realization dawned on her of what was happening, it was too late. She looked up and found her parents bodies hanging from the rafters, and their severed heads on the floor below them. She cried in horror and clasped a hand over her mouth gagging. She looked out the window and saw two figures struggling on the beach, she grabbed her blade, Abdiel - and charged for the beach. When she approached she saw her brother with a seraph blade in hand fighting for his life. He was loosing. She could see the demon more clearly now, it was tall with two talons and a tail with a large stinger. Cullen saw Rachel and said, "RUN, GET HELP!" She sprinted towards the house and contacted the local Clave, and was back out in under a minute.
When she returned she saw the demon stick its tail through her brothers chest, and he slumped to the ground. Rachel screamed, "Mobràthair, nu!" The demon whipped around, and glared at her with beady eyes. She looked at it, and cried "You son of a !" She started a dead sprint towards the demon, seraph blade glowing in hand, and impaled the demon through the head. The demon thrashed its tail and stabbed Rachel in the shoulder. A loud hiss came from the demon and it folded in on itself. Rachel was alone on the beach. She got on her knees and dug her head in her hands.
She heard a low moan coming from her brother, "Rachel...?" The tearing pain in her shoulder was making her vision go black at the edges, but she didn't care. She used the rest of her energy to crawl over to her brother, and took him in her arms. "Im here Cullen, don't worry- help is on the way if you can just hang on..." He coughed and blood came out of his mouth, "No, its too late." A tear streaked down her cheek, Cullen moved his shaking hand and held Rachel's. He whispered almost inaudibly, "I don't want to die- not here. Promise me Rachel, promise me that you'll move on and think of me in happy thoughts, to think of me lovingly and not longingly. Can you do that... for me?"She nodded slowly, "Yes I will." His grip loosened and his eyes glazed over, he said, "Tha gaol agam oirbh..." I love you. And his gaze drifted to the stars of the night sky. Rachel decided it will be the last time she will ever hear those words again.
When the clave arrived, they found Rachel slumped on the beach, cradling the body of her brother in her hands. Crying uncontrollably, and whispering to him, "I promise... I promise... I promise..."
Later that year Rachel was relocated to the Glasgow institute and finished her training. She had no one in Scotland anymore, so the Clave allowed her to move to America, and she is now a new resident at the New York Institute. She has grown up to be a great person, but guarded her deepest emotions, determined to never let them show, determined to never fall in love.
((Hope this gives you insight on the characters struggles.)) Appearance:
- Height: 5'11
- Weight: 140 lbs.
- Skin Color: Pale White
- Eye Color: Blue
- Hair Color: Bright Red
She is tall but still prefers heels. She is also thin but has an athletic build. She has naturally wavy hair but prefers to curl it with hair curlers. She is very fashionable, and she commonly wears her mothers black leather jacket and her mothers ring. Typically wears eyeliner and mascara. She also wears non traditional gear (one that shows more skin). Has a beautiful smile and is very charming. She has a long scar stretching from her shoulder to over her heart. She is also recognized for her Scottish Accent.
((Karen Gillan actually resembles her, and she's Scottish, so what the heck! Ill put a picture of Karen)) Weapon of Choice: Runed Axe, Runed Throwing Axes. Other: ---
Warlocks [1/3]
1new6 - Adam Stonebrook
Name: Adam Stonebrook Age: 17 (3/4) Gender: Male Race: Warlock Warlock Mark/Type of Fairy: yellow cat eyes Sexual Preference: female Loyalty: (To what group. Most likely the race you are though you could be loyal to the clave and or your race or clan) none Personality: self accusing angered and beaten are a few words that one could use to describe him, for what else can one use to explain a man who has had everything good in his life be ripped from him? How does one describe that? No one can understand how great of pain that is until you feel it as well, until your life is broken and destroyed ripped and torn. For such words as angered and beaten are empty and belittling of the true emotion behind them. Such sorrow as this can move mountains or bury bodies. So what shall I say of Adam if not these? What can I say? I shall say what I can of his emotion for he has no love for the world yet still he does not end his grasp upon it, why? Is he a coward, is he afraid of what lies beyond the gaping gates of death? Or is he brave? Brave enough to not accept an easy end. So is he brave or a coward? Is he wise or a fool? Two different sides of the same coin. Two different shades of which to see the world.
Biography: I slumped down next to the brick wall of the building catching my breath in the dark storming night. Fat raindrops splattered my nose and already soaked jacket letting me sink further and further down into my misery. This life was hell, begging on the streets hoping for something anything before some thugs took it from you for fun and a video on you tube? What kind of world was this? I looked down and picked up a small shard of glass from next to my feat studying its jagged sharp edges. All it would take was a clean cut across my wrist to end it, end it all, but I couldn’t bring myself to it, I was a coward, the coward with yellow eyes. I snickered darkly, it sounded like a circus show I could hear the announcer now “come one and all see the yellow eyed boy try to slit his wrists, look as he struggles and frets” I threw down the glass shaking my head, I couldn’t kill myself, but then as hunger would kill me in a few days anyway I doubted it mattered very much. I started chuckling at this; it was strangely ironic in a morbid kind of way.
I woke up to the greeting of the bitter frost enveloping me and a small inch of snow covering the street. I shivered in the freezing cold and got up. So winter had come and with it it had brought its bone white harbinger of death. Well never mind a couple days I would be dead in a few hours with this sudden freeze. I shambled down the sidewalk my thoughts becoming ever darker as the day went on past house after house inside which I knew families and others were gaily enjoying their comforting fans and heaters. It billowed up a rage inside of me that I gladly fed. The rage was like a warm fire billowing up and warming myself from the inside out. I knew it was all my imagination, but I didn’t care. Suddenly I felt my rage burn inside of my lungs and then rage up my throat then it flung from my mouth like a cavalry of flame as words came from my mouth I had never heard before ripping from me and into the air. Roaring flame propelled out of me across the lawns consuming the houses around me like a hungry beast never quenched or sated by hungers of mortal flesh. I fell to my hands and knees staring out at the world of burning flame around me. Houses incinerating, people screaming in pain and fear all as the flame tore and ripped through the suburban land around me. As I watched in a state of shock I saw that what I had perceived as normal flame looked more like a great beast almost like a lion but with a mane of fire and burning red eyes and a tar black coat. As I watched it tore through the front of a house tearing into a man with its vicious fangs as the man screamed at an almost inhuman level. That is when I felt myself blacking out into the world of the unconscious, but as my eyes fell I heard a dark broken jagged voice fill my head “thank you for releasing me” then a snarling laugh that slowly faded as I fell into darkness.
I woke up and looked around; snow was falling again on the ash covered road and burned down buildings around me struggling put out the small fires that still persisted. I got up slowly my joints aching and crying out in pain as I got up. I looked around the memories coming back to me the flames, the screaming, the creature and I fell to the ground tears streaming from my eyes. Why? Was their some person out there who drove to make my life into a special kind of hell? Was I crazy? No I was relatively sure that wasn’t the case, but then what? I saw a massive flame lion that ate people and didn’t kill me? It sounded ridiculous even when I thought it. Police sirens ringed in the distance like the shrieking wails of the dead. Hearing them I slowly got up looking around me where could I go? Where would I go? Then I saw the skyline outlined by the setting sun. Well what better place to disappear I thought to myself. (Now onto an actual quick back-story) Adam grew up in Pennsylvania in a small suburban area where his mother worked as a lawyer. She died two days after Adams 15th birthday in a car crash that left Adam with no family as his father was unknown and all relatives on his mother’s side were dead or dying. Adam thus ran away from home instead of facing foster care. He miraculously evaded the police and managed to take a train north east towards Brooklyn where he took on a job as a clerk for a convenience store. Five days later the shop was burned to the ground, killing three members of the local police force who were there at the time and another woman with two children. After that adam begged on the streets for two years before the events above come into play. Appearance: (Either a very detailed description or a picture) he has prominent cheek bones and chin, his eyes are yellow with flecks of green and resemble those of a cats, but they are usually rimmed with wear of countless nights sleeping fitfully or not sleeping at all. His hair is redish brown and does not sit straight upon his head and wishes instead to make itself as unruly and unkempt as it can while he is lost in the land of sleep. He is about 5 feet eleven inches in height and is much more slim then muscular. Weapon of Choice: Magic Other: ---
Fey [1/8]
JulietFrenchgirl - Isadora
Name: Isadora Age: 15 Gender: Female Race: Fairy Warlock Mark/Type of Fairy: Nymph Sexual Preference: Heterosexual Loyalty: The seelie queen Personality: Quiet, serious, sensitive, and kind. Does not like conflict and not likely to do things which may generate conflict. Loyal and faithful and has extremely well-developed senses as well as an appreciation for beauty. Not intrested in leading or controlling others and is original as well as creative. Likes to live in the moment. Biography:
Isadora was born to be the daughter of the seelie queen and a knight that not many people knew she had a relationship with. Isadora was born with a twin by the name of Oliviana who was recently killed in a rather vicious attack on the seelie queen's land. As Isadora grew up, she lived with her mother as her father was killed right before her birth. Isadora grew up looking like her mother though at the same time different and unique. Isadora usually goes by Isa though few people call her that as she doesn't have many friends except for the fun loving ones.
Unlike many of the fae, Isa does not enjoy playing tricks on the mundanes or other species as she finds herself fascinated by their stupidity instead. Whenever her friends were wanting to go and see the mundanes in pain or suffering from indecision, she would do her best to keep the mundane safe and help them. Isa is an abnormally kind fae all in all and will continue to be until she dies one day.
Appearance: Isa stands at 5' with green eyes that ripple. She has red hair such as her mother and keeps it long all the while. She is lean yet not very strong though she is very flexible. Isa is very pale usually and doesn't wear much except her short dress and occasionally a cloak or scarf. Likes: Flowers, sun, singing, art, and nature in general as well as mundanes and any other species except vampires Dislikes: Vampires, pitch dark, being alone, and bad music Strengths: Music, flexibility, speed. Isa is very quick and can bend unlike most fae and almost every mundane. Isa is also very good with words and persuasion Weaknesses: Strength, hand to hand combat, combat involving weapons Weapon of Choice: Small amounts of magic and a small knife Other: ---
Vampires [2/8]
Bobert778 - Ian Cabrera
Name: Ian Cabrera Age: 22 (Appears 19) Gender: Male Race: Vampire Warlock Mark: I have moose antlers coming out of everywhere XD! Sexual Preference: Heterosexual Loyalty: A small clan of vampires currently living in the New York subway system. Personality: Ian has a bit of a split personality, most of the time being charming, honorable, and for the most part nice.Whenever this demeanor becomes threatened though, he becomes cruel, spiteful, and sadistic, throwing his morals out the window to pursue his wants. He enjoys helping others, in return expecting their help when he needs it and doesn't mind getting his hands dirty while he does whatever it is. The flaw here is he doesn't mind who it is he's helping, playing both sides if you will, and at times can become manipulative should he be put in a position that allows him to do so. Biography: It happened about three years ago, me being turned I mean. She was beautiful, you should have seen her; I mean at first I thought I was dreaming when we started to date. It was in fact too good to be true though, and before I knew what happened I had become her servant. It went on like that for a few months, catering to her every whim and following her around like some sort of dog. Looking back on it, I still can't believe I some how liked it back then.Then I got hit by a bus. Yup, no cool battles or encounters with werewolves for me. I was just plain hit by a bus. It was funny, I thought that was the end for me. Thank god I wasn't cremated because that wouldn't have gone well, thankfully though I was buried and as soon as the sun fell I dug myself out. Don't remember much of that night; I think I killed two people before I was detained by a Shadow Hunter. I was lucky he didn't kill me right then and there, thankfully though he realized my situation even though I failed to and waited for me to calm down rather than behead me. He explained to me what I was, what I could do, and listened to my story of how I had got in such a place.
Apparently what had been done to me was illegal now a days, and I was more then happy to help the Shadow Hunter track down my ex and bring her to justice. This proved to be more harmful then it was helpful though, as when the leader of the clan she was in discovered I had helped, he made sure I was never allowed inside Hotel Dumort ever again. For the next few nights I wandered alone, visiting the butcher shop often to try and sustain myself by buying the bloodiest cuts of meat they had. It wasn't working out well though, and I was getting desperate. I decided to ambush someone, wait down at the subway station late at night and jump someone when they were alone. I found something even better that night though; a fellow vampire who wasn't a part of the Dumort clan. His name was Thomas, and in what I assume was an act of pity took me to where he and the other members of his clan had been living for the past few months, an abandoned railway line deep in the bowels of New York. Their leader was named Rebecca, a demanding young woman who was the leader of about seven vampires who ether were kicked out of Dumort or wanted no part of the place. With Thomas there to convince her, I was welcomed into the clan and within a few weeks was actually starting to feel like one of them. Needless to say I lost my job and in turn myapartment, considering everyone thought I was dead. I managed to steal a few of my belongings before they were taken away though, and brought them down into the dark tunnels I now called home. It was a nice set up; a pitch black cavern devoid of human life, a few run down and broken subway carts we could sleep in, one clan member working the night shift at a butchers shop and another being a night guard at the local blood bank. It was nice, and finally after three years I've fully become involved in the hidden world that before this I knew nothing about. Since I first joined, members have come and gone from Rebecca's clan which today has about twenty-four members. Since we get a lot of the scum vampires and rejects we'll sometimes loose members or be forced to send them away for behavior that might be considered unacceptable to some. In the three years I've been here though, I've managed to rise through the ranks and have become one of Rebecca's most trusted missionaries, almost a messenger of sorts for her. Though my old life may have been fine, this one's just as nice. Appearance: Weapon of Choice: I favor my teeth and claws but anything blunt and easy enough to wield one handed will do. Wouldn't want to waste any of that crimson gold, would we? Other: Rebecca's clan though small is strong and recently has become very territorial over the subway tunnels they reside in. Only recently have people begun to become more aware of them as a whole and are beginning to make things difficult for both werewolves and other vampires wanting to ride the rails. Some have suggested they simply be flushed out but after living down there for years the dark tunnels of the transit system have become their domain. Whether or not more serious or diplomatic efforts will be made has yet to be decided, though for now one must ride the rails with caution. Oh, and I'm still reading The Infernal Devices
Don_rosa - Alex Foster
Name: Alex Foster Age: 19 (19) Gender: Female Race: Vampire Warlock Mark/Type of Fairy: (Only if you're a warlock/Faire)- Sexual Preference: Heterosexual Loyalty: Not really any at the moment, as she’s a newborn. It depends on how things span out. Personality: Normally nice and funny, trying to make the best out of every situation and see things from the bright side. In spite of being a people-lover, she rarely opens up to people about serious things, just trying to make jokes out of it. Biography: Alex was a pretty normal teenager up until the day she was turned. Her cheerful attitude had gotten her a lot of friends, she went to school like every other teenager, completely oblivious to the other world that was hidden right in front of her eyes. Alex’s father had left when she was 4, leaving herself and her mother by themselves, which overall worked out pretty good. Everything changed that late night out on the streets. She was alone, her friends had left her behind to pay. She sighed slightly as she rounded the corner of the grocery store she could never remember the name of. Suddenly something hard hit her head, and she fell to her knees and let out a scream before the people that had hit her put a white piece of cloth around her head, covering her eyes so she couldn’t see. Then something touched her lips, she figured it was a glass or cup of some sort, following by a thick liquid flowing down into her mouth, forcing her to drink it. She tried to turn her head away from the liquid, figuring out that it tasted like blood, but that just got her another beat at the side of her face. She could hear the glass being thrown into a wall before a final hit knocked her unconscious. * When Alex woke up, the cloth around her head was gone, and so were the kidnappers. She’d been left in an abandoned building, but she could hear that someone was in the room next to her. The memories slowly returned to her, and after a little while of getting herself together, she silently stood up with intent to leave. The kidnappers didn’t seem to hear it, so she walked over to a broken window and climbed out of it before running as fast as she could, not really caring about where she was going. * Though she swore to herself not to talk about or think about the kidnap, she kept finding herself on the street outside of the grocery store for no reason over and over again. Something was different, she didn’t know what, but she didn’t like it. Alex started hanging out less with her friends and focusing less on schoolwork. Depressing thoughts started fighting with the cheerful and happy ones, and the sole purpose of living became a question in her mind. Eventually, her mind drove her to the edge of a bridge, where she jumped into the water and drowned. A few of days later, the police found her. Her mother had reported her missing after she didn’t return two days later, and she was buried at the closest graveyard. ((The rest of the process will be RP'ed out.))
Appearance:
About 5'5" Weapon of Choice: She’s a newborn, so I guess the fangs, though she hardly knows anything at this point. Other:---
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come718 - Andrew Wylen
Name: Andrew Wylen Age: 16 Gender: male Race: werewolf (newly changed) Sexual Preference: female Loyalty: Clave Personality: at his best Andrew is loyal and hopeful, trying to look on the bright side of things, though at other times he can become timid and angry. Biography: “ Enrik gasped siting up a cold sweat dripping from his brow on to the packed straw that made up his cot. Light streamed through the closely packed planks of wood bringing with it a cold gust of wind that made him shiver. Soon enough his father would have them pack all the openings in the walls he decided gloomily, it was long tedious work but Enrik knew if they didn’t do it then it was doubtful anyone in the family would live through the coming winter. The breeze caressed his damp hair lightly causing the dark brown strands to do some sort of mad dance. Groaning he pushed himself off the dry stalks and lightly on to the hard packe-“ “hey, kid, iam talking to you” “-d dirt floor. The dream was already starting to fade from his mind and he struggled to remember it- something about-? And there it went blown away as if caught on a mountain wind.-“ “I said put yer bloody book away and look at me you little son of a-“ The book was yanked from Andrews’s hands with a sudden pull, the page tearing as he had tried vainly to hold it. Andrew stood up awkwardly the plastic bench being connected to the table, he twisted around slightly looking at the boy- or boys that is, for there were 5 or so of them, each looking uglier than the last, though the one in the middle- the one closest to him- Andrew guessed he was there “leader” as the large block of a human held up Andrews book wavering it through the air just out of his reach. “Oh so now he gets up?” the boys voice changing to one of mock sympathy “did someone take yer precious little book? Awhhh… you must be so sad… I mean-“ the boy looked around at his friends soaking in there admiration like a moldy sponge “I mean it’s the only friend you have… though I suppose it’s perfect for you since it’s the only one who wouldn’t tell you what a wimp you are” his friends shook in laughter as if this was the funniest thing they had ever heard though most of the noise was drowned out by the constant chatter of the cafeteria oblivious to what was going on in the dark right corner that Andrew sat in. his blood roaring in his ears Andrew replied perhaps a little to defensively “just give it back and leave me alone” not really knowing what else to say that wouldn’t make the situation even worse than it already was. “come and get it, or are you to afraid that I might hurt you?” a long fish like smile broke across the kids face like he was fulfilling some kind of twisted humor, he held his hand with the book up higher and farther away. Andrew his cheeks red with anger tried to take a step towards him forgetting the bench causing his legs to twist underneath him. “Gah” he groaned his shoulder throbbing in pain from landing on the hard concrete, around him swirled loud laughter and mocking jests. “What are you boys doing?” the voice was stern and serious; Andrew looked up to see Mr. Gronsok looking between him on the floor and the group surrounding him. “uhm… nothing sir” the boy's voice became exceedingly polite “just giving Andrew here his book back… he must have tripped” the boy threw the text on to the grimy tiled floor and hurried off his friends following shortly behind eager to get away. Not offering a hand the teacher asked “you alright?” Andrew supposed the words might have been comforting had the man not said it in a pasty rehearsed voice and been staring at his watch as if wondering how long it would take out of his break to help him. “Nah I am fine…” Andrew replied slowly not particularly wanting the man’s help. Pulling himself up he grabbed his book of the floor flicking crumbs of before shoving it back in his backpack, looking around the teacher was already off down the hall apparently intent on using his remaining time on break. Sighing Andrew threw the pack over his shoulder walking off to class not to hungry anymore.
It was hard to focus in math class, what with the teacher droning on and on about some very long and complex math problem and the fact that every couple minutes a piece of wadded paper would hit the back of his head causing a wave of chuckles from the persecutors and the teacher to turn around every time to warn the class that if they didn’t stay focused they would get more homework as well as a quiz on the subject tomorrow. Though it didn’t stop and soon Andrew found himself walking out of the classroom door laden with enough homework to make a full-grown elephant pass out. Walking down the hall way someone roughly pushed by him whispering in his ear: “Good job nerd... you got us all more homework” before walking on, a couple other people giving him accusatory glances as if it was his fault that the teacher had wreaked vengeance on the class. Walking the slow march of someone on their way to their execution Andrew walked out of the school and down the sidewalk beginning the long walk home.
The moon had already raised above the horizon by the time Andrew walked up to the porch of the small squat building one of the windows broken and fixed with duct tape his father’s favorite “fix-all” .police sirens whirred in the distance as he slowly mounted the steps and went to unlock the door. Strange… the door lay open the lock having broken, dad must have slammed in to it again Andrew sighed not too angry at his father, his mom had probably already chewed him out rather well. Pushing open the door he walked down the dark hall none of the lights on. “Mom? Dad?...” no answer. Walking down the hall way he slowly pushed open a second door and was met with a grisly scene. Moonlight shone through the windows illuminating the room in a silver glow, on the floor laid his mother her entire chest having been ripped apart, a permanent look of terror etched upon her face. in the middle of the room was his father torn limb from limb, nearly unrecognizable though what truly terrified Andrew was not the bodies, it was not the furniture thrown around the room, it was not even blood smeared across almost every possible surface as if it had been used as paint, no, instead it was the wolf bent low over his father’s flesh gorging itself on his muscle and sinew. It looked like any other wolf yet Andrew could not bring himself to believe that that was all this creature was...No it was something different… something powerful… something evil- The creature looked up its bloody maw open knife like teeth dripping with red saliva, it snarled pouncing upon Andrew pushing him backwards in to the hall way, its paws pushing against Andrews chest with an unbelievable amount of strength, the creature brought its muzzle down on Andrews arm bring about a pain he had never known… Andrew cried out the sound muffled by the creature’s snarls… then all went black…
Basic Summary: Andrews parents met when they were young and foolish, both looking for adventure both looking for excitement not realizing what they were getting themselves into, Andrews mother gave birth to Andrew when she was just 17 and put him up for adoption running off to fulfill her own life dreams not giving a second glance back. Andrew thankfully though was only with childcare for a short amount of time before a couple took him in, David and Marsha Legnita were both rather happy in their relationship and raised him in Mane until he was 8 years old and there marriage went downhill, starting with arguments it became physical and finally ended with David Leginta attempting to murder his wife. Andrew was sent back in to the government system and this is also when he began his love of books, mostly to escape the hell of reality he would sink in to reading. When he was 11 years old John and Hazel Wylen took him in, being unable to have children of their own. Andrew never lost his knack for reading and because of this he didn’t ever make too many friends, the few he did manage to achieve always didn’t last long and so he continued to read. He was a loner, he was a nobody, and he didn’t know what he was going to do with his life. yet 4 months after he turned 16, the night he came home… and everything changed…
Appearance: (Either a very detailed description or a picture) Face- his face is nearly gaunt yet still retains some of the roundness of youth rapidly disappearing. His scraggly mat of dark brown hair falling down over his ears where it whisks in to what could in a couple years become a beard. His dark brown eyes pear out from his face the color of his pupils giving him an almost pouting look, though Across his pale cheeks are freckles, dancing up to the bridge of his nose some even speckled on his nose until finally stopping at his neck where they lose direction and spread farther from each over there tight nit group spreading to thin. Clothing- over his shoulders he wears a grey t shirt wrinkled with an apparent view of untidiness, over this he adorns a black coat its make not expensive nor flashy yet it still useful despite several holes and stains. Usually he wears cargo pants there sides riddled with pockets as well as mud and grass stains. Finally though on his feet he wears rather plane shoes, no brand name on them with the soles rubbing out the front and heel congealed in a thin layer of mud as well. Form- due to never really playing any true “sports” Andrew’s form is lean lacking the bulkiness or force that some acquire, his arms and legs are muscled yet it is not as pronounced as some, his pale skin instead portraying freckles splashed across it especially around the lower arms, legs and his face. Transformed state- Weapon of Choice: again none atm, though most likely it will be his transformed state once he learns how to control it. Other: ----
Because this Roleplay will be so complex, I will be choosing specific people to help me keep it running smoothly and nicely. I will be taking 1 Administrators and 3 Moderators. Please do not ask to be one, I will inform you if you are chosen.
Name: John Geotorn
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Shadow Hunter
Sexual Preference: Female
Loyalty: The clave
Personality: Stays in the background, Loner, doesn’t talk much, quiet.
Biography: Jacobs parents were both shadow hunters that had moved to the US and he was raised there in the country in a small house, occasionally his parents would leave to fight demons when he was young, as a child they tried to teach him weaponry like swords, spears, and exes but John never liked them, then finally his parents trained him in the bow, John instantly fell in love with the bow.
At the age of 12 John had killed his first demon, a week after that his parents told him that they are moving to New York, John didn’t really care, he had no friends here in this place.
When they got their they drove up to the institute and walked in and ever since then Johns been living there for 3 years, in the background usually just training with his bow.
Appearance:
The one with the bow
Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow
Other: Infernal devices! There to infernal.
((SOmething messed up with the link, will be on tommorow have to go now sorry))
((Reserve me a shadowhunter. Also, I am currently on vacation so I'll be using my phone, so my posting-rate will be slow.))
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
Name: Jacob Destro
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Shadow Hunter
Sexual Preference: Female
Loyalty: The clave
Personality: Stays in the background, Loner, doesn’t talk much, quiet.
Biography: Jacobs parents were both shadow hunters that had moved to the US and he was raised there in the country in a small house, occasionally his parents would leave to fight demons when he was young, as a child they tried to teach him weaponry like swords, spears, and exes but John never liked them, then finally his parents trained him in the bow, John instantly fell in love with the bow.
At the age of 12 John had killed his first demon, a week after that his parents told him that they are moving to New York, John didn’t really care, he had no friends here in this place.
When they got their they drove up to the institute and walked in and ever since then Johns been living there for 3 years, in the background usually just training with his bow.
The one with the bow
Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow
Other: Infernal devices! There to infernal.
((SOmething messed up with the link, will be on tommorow have to go now sorry))
(okay, so you are accepted but I recommend having your shadowhunter be at least 16. Are your parents dead or are they staying in the institute too?)
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(Okay, just to tell you, I Williams care of your parents if they're to be long time characters. Also, can you put the appears he in a spoiler so its not so big and long please?)
Sexual Preference: Bisexual, but got a preference for males
Loyalty: Angela is considered a member and follower of the Clave, all though her mood-swinging, eccentric behavior often make it appear otherwise.
Personality: While most people would know very little to nothing about her, those with an idea of how she act would describe her as a person with strong mood-swings and varying reliability. Her mood appears to be unaffected by the situation, something that is partly true. Her mood is decided by her own mental health which isn't too good to put it lightly.
Most of the time around others though, she would appear as an arrogant, rude person brushing off any attempt of getting closer to her. It's mainly because she don't want to get close to others. Besides this, she is eccentric and don't necessarily listen to people when they talk to her.
Biography: Angela's mother died during giving birth to her and her father took her under his arms while trying to pass all the depressing emotions that Angela's mother's death had made occur in his head. He did so by drinking and staying away from his young daughter who needed his care but never got it.
Through elementary school, Angela was one of the few bullying victims of the school (Which was a rather calm and nice school with few cases revolving around bullying etc.). They made fun of her for not having a mother (Too stupid to know it wasn't her fault at all) and for having a father who was mentally ill. For three years, Angela had to endure the constant bruises coming from both the boys and the girls.
At one point, she started to get depressed herself, blaming god for giving her an unfair life. Her days passed slowly through tears and frustration, but eventually, she made up her mind. She was going to kill. Her mental state made her unaware of the major consequences and it leaded her to one day bringing one of the daggers hanging in the living room and brought it to school, not knowing she had a shadow on her tail.
In the schoolyard the same day, she had pulled out the blade and was walking towards one of the girls that bulled her the most and had the day just before given her several cuts from a diversity of stones laying on the ground as she pushed Angela towards the ground while the other kids were yelling supporting the bullying girl. The blade itself was a 5" blade, razor sharp and was meant to be used for stabbing. with a leap forward, aiming for the girl's chest, the blade sliced through the air and was barely an inch from the girl in front of her before someone interrupted.
A man about 35-40 years old stopped her hand and pulled her back, holding her by her neck. After that point, Angela was never seen at that school, nor any other school in the country.
Due to her weak mental health (Not to mention her father's), Angela was put under strict supervising by a man who would later turn out to be the brother of her father. Angela was 12 when this happened. It passed over a year before Angela was even allowed to walk outside again freely. There was simply too much at risk. Her body was covered in bruises from all the 'unfortunate happenings' through school, bruises that would never go away and would decorate her body for the rest of her life.
The person looking after her the time when she was recovering, both physically and mentally, was the same person who stopped her from stabbing the girl. During that time, the man, also known as her uncle (He didn't tell her though) took good care of her and did his best with healing her wounds in human ways, hoping he wouldn't end up introducing her to the world her father had been holding away from her as they both lost their minds. At one point, her father did suicide hanging himself in his own living room. It was two weeks after Angela disappeared.
At one point, Angela got to know about downworlders and such through a friend of her uncle who was looking after her while her uncle was busy. The man simply thought she knew about it all and didn't hold back about it until he realized that Angela's curiosity was because she was unaware of the whole 'downworlders' thing. After he realized, he understood there was no reason holding back anymore and told her everything. At that very point, Angela had something new to live for.
Until that point, no sort of therapy or such had helped her at all and her mental state hadn't gotten any better over the years. The reason was simple; she didn't have anything to live for. Until that point, Angela hand't gotten any better because she had no reason to live. She only lived to eat and sleep, but after that point, she realized that it had to be what she was born to do. Her mother was human but died. Angela understood this as that the reason her mother died was to direct her towards the direction and choice she was about to take. She wanted to become a shadowhunter.
After confronting her uncle (The man mentioned that he was her uncle as well) he ended with agreeing to letting her train under his supervising. If her state didn't get any better, she would be forced back to level one, but if it got any better, she would be free to see daylight and live a ordinary, at least close to, ordinary life again.
Through intense and painful training, Angela's body did a 180 flip. She stopped being skin and bones and started to gain some muscles on her body and her eyes shined of passion, not just tears. Her state developed quickly from being a corpse shivering in a corner in a square room begging to be killed to a fearsome woman. She didn't talk much, but it was clear from just her activity that she both enjoyed training and that it helped her get back on two legs again.
After another year of training, her uncle passed away from an unknown disease, just after Angela started to get actually attached to him. She almost fell back to square one again, but managed to remain on her legs and moved to the institution to live there full time.
From the age of 16 to 19, Angela became a well feared shadowhunter, among both friends and enemies. She was unpredictable and unsocial, something that made her scary among her own. She never opened to anyone and had no intentions to do so either. She was either in her room or out on missions so others didn't even have much of a chance to try to get related to her.
Appearance: (I'll might find a picture when I get home, but for now, a description will have to do)
Angela is a rather tall woman, standing about 5'7 foot tall. She got jet-black hair that reach down to her hips and isn't really tied up or anything, it's just laying down her back. Her eyes got a penetrating red look (a very red variant of brown, looks like a slightly brighter version of blood-red).
Her body is nice and curvy, with a flat stomach and she would rank as pretty and would most likely be popular among the guys if it wasn't for her dreadful personality.
Normally, Angela would be wearing a black coat (maybe circulated with a black trench coat every once in a while) along with a pair of denim jeans and a tank-top with a high probability of being black. From time to time she's seen smoking. Besides this, her left arm, from her palm and all the way to her elbow, is covered by a bandage and she has never been seen without it.
Weapon of Choice: Got a preference for blades, and would normally carry around a long kukri knife and/or a sword of some sort. Besides this, she got one last weapon that is hardly ever used because of miss-comfort and that it slows her down a lot; a pair of high-heeled shoes. The difference however from a standard pair of high-heels would be that the heel itself is a blade. The blade itself goes all the way up to her Achilles and is twin-edged all up till the blade meets the sole.
Other: "The infernal devices"
Also, as a tiny notifier, I would suggest you add more information to the runes-section in case more people are like me and only read the first book and read it in two days while being hospitalized and feeling suicidal every fifth minute.
If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
Sexual Preference: Bisexual, but got a preference for males
Loyalty: Angela is considered a member and follower of the Clave, all though her mood-swinging, eccentric behavior often make it appear otherwise.
Personality: While most people would know very little to nothing about her, those with an idea of how she act would describe her as a person with strong mood-swings and varying reliability. Her mood appears to be unaffected by the situation, something that is partly true. Her mood is decided by her own mental health which isn't too good to put it lightly.
Most of the time around others though, she would appear as an arrogant, rude person brushing off any attempt of getting closer to her. It's mainly because she don't want to get close to others. Besides this, she is eccentric and don't necessarily listen to people when they talk to her.
Biography: Angela's life had no happy start, and she expected it to be a short story and she was pretty sure she would die before she reached the age of ten.
Angela's mother died while giving birth to her and her father was nowhere to be seen, so she ended up in an orphanage right away and was taken under the arms of the staff that worked there; overall nice people that wanted the best for the children that lived there. It went great all the way till Angela turned seven.
The orphanage was closed due to economical reasons and Angela was sent away to another orphanage. The polar opposite of the one she had been staying at. The staff was grumpy and didn't care for the children at all, the food tasted horrible and was at times practically uneatable. The beds were hard and cold as well. The building was, to put it simple, not a place children should be. However, through making some friends, Angela made it through yet another two years in the horrible conditions she had been out into, before the orphanage eventually was closed by the government, and with no other place to go (as she didn't want to go to another orphanage) Angela and a close friend ran away to live on the street. The life was hard, dirty and shabby. It didn't pass a day without her crying herself to sleep and she started to develop a strong depression. The only thing that held her away from ending her life was the one person who suffered along with her, but didn't appear to be as affected by the situation as she was. He actually seemed happy about it; he was in love with her, something she hadn't realized before the end of his life.
During a fight about a wallet with a thief who had attempted to steal the wallet of a bypassed as Angela and her friend watched. Being the honest person he was, Angela's friend tried to stop the thief, only to get them both stabbed to death. It started with one stab towards the thief's heart that hit, before the thief managed to grab the knife and penetrate Angela's friend's throat, making them both end up dead. Without knowing what to do, Angela had been just standing there staring while the one friend that had remained by her side was killed. The last look the boy gave was a smile to her, before he went to heaven.
The man who had almost been robbed admired the boy's courage and sense for justice and could see the same in Angela who were now kneeling by her friend's side crying. The man paid for the boy's funeral and gravestone, not to mention that he let Angela stay with him for the time being.
Time passed while Angela stayed with the man, working as a maid in his house (She was the one who decided it, not him) to pay for her stay, and thus, a few months passed before Angela noticed that she was seeing things. Things such as humans that turned into wolves and similarities. She explained this to the man and, due to coincidences, were a past Shadowhunter who had retired due to a bad hip. He immediately understood what danger she might was in risk of meeting and started to learn her how to use a stele for making runes while slowly going on to the more complex things such as demonology and sword fighting (what he could teach her in his condition however) before he passed away a few years later. Angela's depression started to come back to her and she was close to suicide when she was found and brought to the institution. She was 14 when this happened. After that, she moved without any internal goals and were nearly killed in one situation where a demon left several deep cuts to her left arm in an attempt of defense, which is why she always has the bandage wrapped around her hand. The cuts were stung together by hand (not to mention herself) and she refused to use healing runes as it would bring back past memories of happiness.
Appearance: (I'll might find a picture when I get home, but for now, a description will have to do)
Angela is a rather tall woman, standing about 5'7 foot tall. She got jet-black hair that reach down to her hips and isn't really tied up or anything, it's just laying down her back. Her eyes got a penetrating red look (a very red variant of brown, looks like a slightly brighter version of blood-red).
Her body is nice and curvy, with a flat stomach and she would rank as pretty and would most likely be popular among the guys if it wasn't for her dreadful personality.
Normally, Angela would be wearing a black coat (maybe circulated with a black trench coat every once in a while) along with a pair of denim jeans and a tank-top with a high probability of being black. From time to time she's seen smoking. Besides this, her left arm, from her palm and all the way to her elbow, is covered by a bandage and she has never been seen without it.
Weapon of Choice: Got a preference for blades, and would normally carry around a long kukri knife and/or a sword of some sort. Besides this, she got one last weapon that is hardly ever used because of miss-comfort and that it slows her down a lot; a pair of high-heeled shoes. The difference however from a standard pair of high-heels would be that the heel itself is a blade. The blade itself goes all the way up to her Achilles and is twin-edged all up till the blade meets the sole.
Other: "The infernal devices"
Also, as a tiny notifier, I would suggest you add more information to the runes-section in case more people are like me and only read the first book and read it in two days while being hospitalized and feeling suicidal every fifth minute.
(I will add more to the runes section when I get home but there are some issues with the app. She has to be born a shadowhunter(both or one of her parents being one themselves because the gene is dominant) and if she already is, she would have gone straight to the institute and not sent to an orphanage. You could still have the friend dying and such but you'd have to already be a shadowhunter. Other than that a great app.)
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(This is an alternate universe thing. But even in the series, demons don't die die, they're sent back to their dimension. But you'll see her again, she leaves in the fourth and you see her very briefly towards the end of number five.)
Loyalty:Clave, but if they are wrong he isn't afraid to disagree with them.
Personality:Good natured but when fighting tends to mock his enemy telling them they have no chance. He hates dressing fancy and just sticks with casual wear unless going to a party that matters to him. He tends to stay organized and simple though has a few collections. He loves reading and has a wide imagination. He loves theories and proving them right or wrong.
Biography:His parents are high up in the clave tend to be a little fancy. Leo really isn't the fancy type so he often tries to get away from his parents. When he turned 17 he decided to move away from Alicante and go to the New York institute. He is skilled in many forms of martial arts and his favorite weapons are throwing knives a bow and his sword. He will use seraph blades but his sword was a gift from his parents and he has put a lot of work into it. He hopes to make friends and have fun in New York.
Appearance: Brown hair with a gold highlight in the middle. Usually wears a green tunic while train ing with brown cargo pants and leather boots with many buckles. He is about 6ft tall and is very strong from hard training. He has deep brown eyes. He is slightly tan.
Weapon of Choice:Throwing knives, Seraph blades, Shadow hunter usual.
Loyalty:Clave, but if they are wrong he isn't afraid to disagree with them.
Personality:Good natured but when fighting tends to mock his enemy telling them they have no chance. He hates dressing fancy and just sticks with casual wear unless going to a party that matters to him. He tends to stay organized and simple though has a few collections. He loves reading and has a wide imagination
Biography:His parents are high up in the clave tend to be a little fancy. Leo really isn't the fancy type so he often tries to get away from his parents. When he turned 17 he decided to move away from Alicante and go to the New York institute. He is skilled in many forms of martial arts and his favorite weapons are throwing knives a bow and his sword. He will use seraph blades but his sword was a gift from his parents and he has put a lot of work into it. He hopes to make friends and have fun in New York.
Appearance: Brown hair with a gold highlight in the middle. Usually wears a green tunic while train ing with brown cargo pants and leather boots with many buckles. He is about 6ft tall and is very strong from hard training. He has deep brown eyes. He is slightly tan.
Weapon of Choice:Throwing knives, but has a special sword he would take over a Seraph blade any day because he has infused fire runes into it.
Other:The infernal Devices
(He sounds a lot like jace but I'll accept him as long as you're careful. No on the sword infused with fire runes either. You can't have something like that but you can have a sword that's similar to a seraph blade. Also, you wouldn't be able to move away until you were eighteen because you're not an adult yet.)
((Just so I won't have to do any editing considering I'm on my phone, the father would have been the one with Shadowhunter genes with the mother not knowing, so her genes would remain unknown till the man realized it. If I'm still bending it, I'll edit.))
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(That still wouldn't work. The clave would have come and gotten your character to take to the institute. You'd all know you and your dad were a shadowhunter because the clave would come every year to ask you if you want to go be a shadowhunter. Even though you were young, they're still a big part in your life.)
((I could probably go ahead and come up with something else, but I have to try to bend it once again; What if she simply refused to come, thinking they were something else than what they were? Thinking they were kidnappers or something in those lines and refuse, might even violently go against them?))
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((I could probably go ahead and come up with something else, but I have to try to bend it once again; What if she simply refused to come, thinking they were something else than what they were? Thinking they were kidnappers or something in those lines and refuse, might even violently go against them?))
(A little kid or even a youth wouldn't be able to resist being taken to an institute when a strong full shadowhunter cones. You could always say no, but when your parents die you don't get a choice, you go. You could say that you were a shadowhunter at the institute and training when you met your friend then started hanging out with him more than you spent time at the institute or something.)
((I'll just come up with something else... Expect an edit within the next few days.))
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Age:
Gender:
Race:
Warlock Mark/Type of Fairy: (Only if you're a warlock/Faire)
Sexual Preference:
Loyalty: (To what group. Most likely the race you are though you could be loyal to the clave and or your race or clan)
Personality:
Biography: (Two long paragraphs minimum, four short would work too. )
Appearance: (Either a very detailed description or a picture)
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Strengths:
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Weapon of Choice:
Other:
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Shadhunter
Warlock Mark:
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Loyalty: Clave
Personality: Leader, kind, doesn't give up in the most dire situations, can be cold, funny, comfortable around people. Usually can be found getting in trouble or being irresponsible in some way
Biography:
Taylor was born in Idris, her father being the inquisitator. She grew up with the sights, sounds, and lessons of the shadowhunters and learned some skills at a very young age. On a trip to New York to visit the institute at the age of 5, her parents were killed in an attack on the institute that was conducted by demons. Because of this, Taylor was brought back to Idris and when she arrived, grew very sad and secluded, not talking to anyone and hardly eating. She eventually fell ill and was healed only temporarily. When the shadowhunters couldn't make her better still, they decided to send her to some relatives instead of the family friends she had been staying with.
Taylor was sent to New York to be with her cousins. Slowly she got better, she became parabatai with her cousin Jamie and the two from then on were inseparable. Jamie would usually have to get Taylor out of some pretty sticky situations as the girl was quite reckless in her many endeavors. The two went on many adventures and killed many demons together along with their brother/cousin Liam who was the second most reckless of the group.
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Weapon of Choice: Any Shadowhunter weapon is easy for her
Other: Read the Rules
Age: 17 (Going on 18)
Gender: Female
Race: Shadowhunter
Warlock Mark/Type of Fairy: None.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Loyalty: The Clave
Personality: Funny, Clever, Gorgeous, and Sexy - Or Scottish. She had a tragedy in the recent years, so she guards her emotions so her character will remain a strong one. She is confident, she is not afraid to wear gear that shows some skin from time to time. She has a love for travel and adventure. She is tough, by taking no crap from anyone. She has a terrible fear of heights, has never had a boyfriend or an official one at least, and has a tendency to do things in the heat of the moment. She also hates when people tell her ginger jokes, she commonly says one herself after killing a demon. Can speak fluent Gaelic, the native language of Scotland. She loves to read and play sports, and most of all- fighting demons.
Biography:
Rachel Campbell was born and raised in Edinburgh Scotland, her family was upper middle class with a flat in the outskirts of the city. She lived with her Mother and Father, Robin and Christopher Campbell; and her older brother William Cullen Campbell, who went by Cullen, whom she loved very much. Cullen was named after his great grandfather, who was named after the family friend, William Herondale. The family would travel west to Black Loch "Black Lake" every weekend during the summer. There they owned a large lake house. There Rachel and her brother were taught the shadowhunter ways and traditions by their parents, and trained for combat. Her favorite weapon was the axe. The family was very attached to the lake, and on a boat over the water, Rachel and Cullen received their first runes.
When Rachel was fifteen a demon named Abbadon passed the wards protecting the lake by the help of an unknown. The demon knocked out her family with poison, and Abbadon raped Rachel. When Rachel woke and realization dawned on her of what was happening, it was too late. She looked up and found her parents bodies hanging from the rafters, and their severed heads on the floor below them. She cried in horror and clasped a hand over her mouth gagging. She looked out the window and saw two figures struggling on the beach, she grabbed her blade, Abdiel - and charged for the beach. When she approached she saw her brother with a seraph blade in hand fighting for his life. He was loosing. She could see the demon more clearly now, it was tall with two talons and a tail with a large stinger. Cullen saw Rachel and said, "RUN, GET HELP!" She sprinted towards the house and contacted the local Clave, and was back out in under a minute.
When she returned she saw the demon stick its tail through her brothers chest, and he slumped to the ground. Rachel screamed, "Mo bràthair, nu!" The demon whipped around, and glared at her with beady eyes. She looked at it, and cried "You son of a !" She started a dead sprint towards the demon, seraph blade glowing in hand, and impaled the demon through the head. The demon thrashed its tail and stabbed Rachel in the shoulder. A loud hiss came from the demon and it folded in on itself. Rachel was alone on the beach. She got on her knees and dug her head in her hands.
She heard a low moan coming from her brother, "Rachel...?" The tearing pain in her shoulder was making her vision go black at the edges, but she didn't care. She used the rest of her energy to crawl over to her brother, and took him in her arms. "Im here Cullen, don't worry- help is on the way if you can just hang on..." He coughed and blood came out of his mouth, "No, its too late." A tear streaked down her cheek, Cullen moved his shaking hand and held Rachel's. He whispered almost inaudibly, "I don't want to die- not here. Promise me Rachel, promise me that you'll move on and think of me in happy thoughts, to think of me lovingly and not longingly. Can you do that... for me?" She nodded slowly, "Yes I will." His grip loosened and his eyes glazed over, he said, "Tha gaol agam oirbh... " I love you. And his gaze drifted to the stars of the night sky. Rachel decided it will be the last time she will ever hear those words again.
When the clave arrived, they found Rachel slumped on the beach, cradling the body of her brother in her hands. Crying uncontrollably, and whispering to him, "I promise... I promise... I promise..."
Later that year Rachel was relocated to the Glasgow institute and finished her training. She had no one in Scotland anymore, so the Clave allowed her to move to America, and she is now a new resident at the New York Institute. She has grown up to be a great person, but guarded her deepest emotions, determined to never let them show, determined to never fall in love.
((Hope this gives you insight on the characters struggles.))
Appearance:
- Height: 5'11
- Weight: 140 lbs.
- Skin Color: Pale White
- Eye Color: Blue
- Hair Color: Bright Red
She is tall but still prefers heels. She is also thin but has an athletic build. She has naturally wavy hair but prefers to curl it with hair curlers. She is very fashionable, and she commonly wears her mothers black leather jacket and her mothers ring. Typically wears eyeliner and mascara. She also wears non traditional gear (one that shows more skin). Has a beautiful smile and is very charming. She has a long scar stretching from her shoulder to over her heart. She is also recognized for her Scottish Accent.
((Karen Gillan actually resembles her, and she's Scottish, so what the heck! Ill put a picture of Karen))
Weapon of Choice: Runed Axe, Runed Throwing Axes.
Other: ---
Age: 17 (3/4)
Gender: Male
Race: Warlock
Warlock Mark/Type of Fairy: yellow cat eyes
Sexual Preference: female
Loyalty: (To what group. Most likely the race you are though you could be loyal to the clave and or your race or clan) none
Personality: self accusing angered and beaten are a few words that one could use to describe him, for what else can one use to explain a man who has had everything good in his life be ripped from him? How does one describe that? No one can understand how great of pain that is until you feel it as well, until your life is broken and destroyed ripped and torn. For such words as angered and beaten are empty and belittling of the true emotion behind them. Such sorrow as this can move mountains or bury bodies. So what shall I say of Adam if not these? What can I say? I shall say what I can of his emotion for he has no love for the world yet still he does not end his grasp upon it, why? Is he a coward, is he afraid of what lies beyond the gaping gates of death? Or is he brave? Brave enough to not accept an easy end. So is he brave or a coward? Is he wise or a fool? Two different sides of the same coin. Two different shades of which to see the world.
Biography:
I slumped down next to the brick wall of the building catching my breath in the dark storming night. Fat raindrops splattered my nose and already soaked jacket letting me sink further and further down into my misery. This life was hell, begging on the streets hoping for something anything before some thugs took it from you for fun and a video on you tube? What kind of world was this?
I looked down and picked up a small shard of glass from next to my feat studying its jagged sharp edges. All it would take was a clean cut across my wrist to end it, end it all, but I couldn’t bring myself to it, I was a coward, the coward with yellow eyes. I snickered darkly, it sounded like a circus show I could hear the announcer now “come one and all see the yellow eyed boy try to slit his wrists, look as he struggles and frets”
I threw down the glass shaking my head, I couldn’t kill myself, but then as hunger would kill me in a few days anyway I doubted it mattered very much. I started chuckling at this; it was strangely ironic in a morbid kind of way.
I woke up to the greeting of the bitter frost enveloping me and a small inch of snow covering the street. I shivered in the freezing cold and got up. So winter had come and with it it had brought its bone white harbinger of death. Well never mind a couple days I would be dead in a few hours with this sudden freeze.
I shambled down the sidewalk my thoughts becoming ever darker as the day went on past house after house inside which I knew families and others were gaily enjoying their comforting fans and heaters. It billowed up a rage inside of me that I gladly fed. The rage was like a warm fire billowing up and warming myself from the inside out. I knew it was all my imagination, but I didn’t care. Suddenly I felt my rage burn inside of my lungs and then rage up my throat then it flung from my mouth like a cavalry of flame as words came from my mouth I had never heard before ripping from me and into the air.
Roaring flame propelled out of me across the lawns consuming the houses around me like a hungry beast never quenched or sated by hungers of mortal flesh. I fell to my hands and knees staring out at the world of burning flame around me. Houses incinerating, people screaming in pain and fear all as the flame tore and ripped through the suburban land around me. As I watched in a state of shock I saw that what I had perceived as normal flame looked more like a great beast almost like a lion but with a mane of fire and burning red eyes and a tar black coat. As I watched it tore through the front of a house tearing into a man with its vicious fangs as the man screamed at an almost inhuman level. That is when I felt myself blacking out into the world of the unconscious, but as my eyes fell I heard a dark broken jagged voice fill my head “thank you for releasing me” then a snarling laugh that slowly faded as I fell into darkness.
I woke up and looked around; snow was falling again on the ash covered road and burned down buildings around me struggling put out the small fires that still persisted. I got up slowly my joints aching and crying out in pain as I got up. I looked around the memories coming back to me the flames, the screaming, the creature and I fell to the ground tears streaming from my eyes. Why? Was their some person out there who drove to make my life into a special kind of hell? Was I crazy? No I was relatively sure that wasn’t the case, but then what? I saw a massive flame lion that ate people and didn’t kill me? It sounded ridiculous even when I thought it.
Police sirens ringed in the distance like the shrieking wails of the dead.
Hearing them I slowly got up looking around me where could I go? Where would I go? Then I saw the skyline outlined by the setting sun. Well what better place to disappear I thought to myself.
(Now onto an actual quick back-story)
Adam grew up in Pennsylvania in a small suburban area where his mother worked as a lawyer. She died two days after Adams 15th birthday in a car crash that left Adam with no family as his father was unknown and all relatives on his mother’s side were dead or dying. Adam thus ran away from home instead of facing foster care. He miraculously evaded the police and managed to take a train north east towards Brooklyn where he took on a job as a clerk for a convenience store. Five days later the shop was burned to the ground, killing three members of the local police force who were there at the time and another woman with two children. After that adam begged on the streets for two years before the events above come into play.
Appearance: (Either a very detailed description or a picture) he has prominent cheek bones and chin, his eyes are yellow with flecks of green and resemble those of a cats, but they are usually rimmed with wear of countless nights sleeping fitfully or not sleeping at all. His hair is redish brown and does not sit straight upon his head and wishes instead to make itself as unruly and unkempt as it can while he is lost in the land of sleep. He is about 5 feet eleven inches in height and is much more slim then muscular.
Weapon of Choice: Magic
Other: ---
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Fairy
Warlock Mark/Type of Fairy: Nymph
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Loyalty: The seelie queen
Personality: Quiet, serious, sensitive, and kind. Does not like conflict and not likely to do things which may generate conflict. Loyal and faithful and has extremely well-developed senses as well as an appreciation for beauty. Not intrested in leading or controlling others and is original as well as creative. Likes to live in the moment.
Biography:
Isadora was born to be the daughter of the seelie queen and a knight that not many people knew she had a relationship with. Isadora was born with a twin by the name of Oliviana who was recently killed in a rather vicious attack on the seelie queen's land. As Isadora grew up, she lived with her mother as her father was killed right before her birth. Isadora grew up looking like her mother though at the same time different and unique. Isadora usually goes by Isa though few people call her that as she doesn't have many friends except for the fun loving ones.
Unlike many of the fae, Isa does not enjoy playing tricks on the mundanes or other species as she finds herself fascinated by their stupidity instead. Whenever her friends were wanting to go and see the mundanes in pain or suffering from indecision, she would do her best to keep the mundane safe and help them. Isa is an abnormally kind fae all in all and will continue to be until she dies one day.
Likes: Flowers, sun, singing, art, and nature in general as well as mundanes and any other species except vampires
Dislikes: Vampires, pitch dark, being alone, and bad music
Strengths: Music, flexibility, speed. Isa is very quick and can bend unlike most fae and almost every mundane. Isa is also very good with words and persuasion
Weaknesses: Strength, hand to hand combat, combat involving weapons
Weapon of Choice: Small amounts of magic and a small knife
Other: ---
Age: 22 (Appears 19)
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Warlock Mark: I have moose antlers coming out of everywhere XD!Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Loyalty: A small clan of vampires currently living in the New York subway system.
Personality: Ian has a bit of a split personality, most of the time being charming, honorable, and for the most part nice.Whenever this demeanor becomes threatened though, he becomes cruel, spiteful, and sadistic, throwing his morals out the window to pursue his wants. He enjoys helping others, in return expecting their help when he needs it and doesn't mind getting his hands dirty while he does whatever it is. The flaw here is he doesn't mind who it is he's helping, playing both sides if you will, and at times can become manipulative should he be put in a position that allows him to do so.
Biography: It happened about three years ago, me being turned I mean. She was beautiful, you should have seen her; I mean at first I thought I was dreaming when we started to date. It was in fact too good to be true though, and before I knew what happened I had become her servant. It went on like that for a few months, catering to her every whim and following her around like some sort of dog. Looking back on it, I still can't believe I some how liked it back then.Then I got hit by a bus. Yup, no cool battles or encounters with werewolves for me. I was just plain hit by a bus. It was funny, I thought that was the end for me. Thank god I wasn't cremated because that wouldn't have gone well, thankfully though I was buried and as soon as the sun fell I dug myself out. Don't remember much of that night; I think I killed two people before I was detained by a Shadow Hunter. I was lucky he didn't kill me right then and there, thankfully though he realized my situation even though I failed to and waited for me to calm down rather than behead me. He explained to me what I was, what I could do, and listened to my story of how I had got in such a place.
Apparently what had been done to me was illegal now a days, and I was more then happy to help the Shadow Hunter track down my ex and bring her to justice. This proved to be more harmful then it was helpful though, as when the leader of the clan she was in discovered I had helped, he made sure I was never allowed inside Hotel Dumort ever again. For the next few nights I wandered alone, visiting the butcher shop often to try and sustain myself by buying the bloodiest cuts of meat they had. It wasn't working out well though, and I was getting desperate. I decided to ambush someone, wait down at the subway station late at night and jump someone when they were alone. I found something even better that night though; a fellow vampire who wasn't a part of the Dumort clan. His name was Thomas, and in what I assume was an act of pity took me to where he and the other members of his clan had been living for the past few months, an abandoned railway line deep in the bowels of New York. Their leader was named Rebecca, a demanding young woman who was the leader of about seven vampires who ether were kicked out of Dumort or wanted no part of the place. With Thomas there to convince her, I was welcomed into the clan and within a few weeks was actually starting to feel like one of them. Needless to say I lost my job and in turn myapartment, considering everyone thought I was dead. I managed to steal a few of my belongings before they were taken away though, and brought them down into the dark tunnels I now called home. It was a nice set up; a pitch black cavern devoid of human life, a few run down and broken subway carts we could sleep in, one clan member working the night shift at a butchers shop and another being a night guard at the local blood bank. It was nice, and finally after three years I've fully become involved in the hidden world that before this I knew nothing about. Since I first joined, members have come and gone from Rebecca's clan which today has about twenty-four members. Since we get a lot of the scum vampires and rejects we'll sometimes loose members or be forced to send them away for behavior that might be considered unacceptable to some. In the three years I've been here though, I've managed to rise through the ranks and have become one of Rebecca's most trusted missionaries, almost a messenger of sorts for her. Though my old life may have been fine, this one's just as nice. Appearance:
Weapon of Choice: I favor my teeth and claws but anything blunt and easy enough to wield one handed will do. Wouldn't want to waste any of that crimson gold, would we?
Other: Rebecca's clan though small is strong and recently has become very territorial over the subway tunnels they reside in. Only recently have people begun to become more aware of them as a whole and are beginning to make things difficult for both werewolves and other vampires wanting to ride the rails. Some have suggested they simply be flushed out but after living down there for years the dark tunnels of the transit system have become their domain. Whether or not more serious or diplomatic efforts will be made has yet to be decided, though for now one must ride the rails with caution. Oh, and I'm still reading The Infernal Devices
Age: 19 (19)
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Warlock Mark/Type of Fairy: (Only if you're a warlock/Faire)-
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Loyalty: Not really any at the moment, as she’s a newborn. It depends on how things span out.
Personality: Normally nice and funny, trying to make the best out of every situation and see things from the bright side.
In spite of being a people-lover, she rarely opens up to people about serious things, just trying to make jokes out of it.
Biography:
Alex was a pretty normal teenager up until the day she was turned. Her cheerful attitude had gotten her a lot of friends, she went to school like every other teenager, completely oblivious to the other world that was hidden right in front of her eyes. Alex’s father had left when she was 4, leaving herself and her mother by themselves, which overall worked out pretty good.
Everything changed that late night out on the streets. She was alone, her friends had left her behind to pay. She sighed slightly as she rounded the corner of the grocery store she could never remember the name of.
Suddenly something hard hit her head, and she fell to her knees and let out a scream before the people that had hit her put a white piece of cloth around her head, covering her eyes so she couldn’t see. Then something touched her lips, she figured it was a glass or cup of some sort, following by a thick liquid flowing down into her mouth, forcing her to drink it. She tried to turn her head away from the liquid, figuring out that it tasted like blood, but that just got her another beat at the side of her face.
She could hear the glass being thrown into a wall before a final hit knocked her unconscious.
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When Alex woke up, the cloth around her head was gone, and so were the kidnappers. She’d been left in an abandoned building, but she could hear that someone was in the room next to her. The memories slowly returned to her, and after a little while of getting herself together, she silently stood up with intent to leave. The kidnappers didn’t seem to hear it, so she walked over to a broken window and climbed out of it before running as fast as she could, not really caring about where she was going.
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Though she swore to herself not to talk about or think about the kidnap, she kept finding herself on the street outside of the grocery store for no reason over and over again. Something was different, she didn’t know what, but she didn’t like it. Alex started hanging out less with her friends and focusing less on schoolwork. Depressing thoughts started fighting with the cheerful and happy ones, and the sole purpose of living became a question in her mind. Eventually, her mind drove her to the edge of a bridge, where she jumped into the water and drowned.
A few of days later, the police found her. Her mother had reported her missing after she didn’t return two days later, and she was buried at the closest graveyard.
((The rest of the process will be RP'ed out.))
Appearance:
About 5'5"
Weapon of Choice: She’s a newborn, so I guess the fangs, though she hardly knows anything at this point.
Other:---
Age: 16
Gender: male
Race: werewolf (newly changed)
Sexual Preference: female
Loyalty: Clave
Personality: at his best Andrew is loyal and hopeful, trying to look on the bright side of things, though at other times he can become timid and angry.
Biography:
“ Enrik gasped siting up a cold sweat dripping from his brow on to the packed straw that made up his cot. Light streamed through the closely packed planks of wood bringing with it a cold gust of wind that made him shiver. Soon enough his father would have them pack all the openings in the walls he decided gloomily, it was long tedious work but Enrik knew if they didn’t do it then it was doubtful anyone in the family would live through the coming winter. The breeze caressed his damp hair lightly causing the dark brown strands to do some sort of mad dance. Groaning he pushed himself off the dry stalks and lightly on to the hard packe-“ “hey, kid, iam talking to you” “-d dirt floor. The dream was already starting to fade from his mind and he struggled to remember it- something about-? And there it went blown away as if caught on a mountain wind.-“ “I said put yer bloody book away and look at me you little son of a-“ The book was yanked from Andrews’s hands with a sudden pull, the page tearing as he had tried vainly to hold it. Andrew stood up awkwardly the plastic bench being connected to the table, he twisted around slightly looking at the boy- or boys that is, for there were 5 or so of them, each looking uglier than the last, though the one in the middle- the one closest to him- Andrew guessed he was there “leader” as the large block of a human held up Andrews book wavering it through the air just out of his reach. “Oh so now he gets up?” the boys voice changing to one of mock sympathy “did someone take yer precious little book? Awhhh… you must be so sad… I mean-“ the boy looked around at his friends soaking in there admiration like a moldy sponge “I mean it’s the only friend you have… though I suppose it’s perfect for you since it’s the only one who wouldn’t tell you what a wimp you are” his friends shook in laughter as if this was the funniest thing they had ever heard though most of the noise was drowned out by the constant chatter of the cafeteria oblivious to what was going on in the dark right corner that Andrew sat in. his blood roaring in his ears Andrew replied perhaps a little to defensively “just give it back and leave me alone” not really knowing what else to say that wouldn’t make the situation even worse than it already was. “come and get it, or are you to afraid that I might hurt you?” a long fish like smile broke across the kids face like he was fulfilling some kind of twisted humor, he held his hand with the book up higher and farther away. Andrew his cheeks red with anger tried to take a step towards him forgetting the bench causing his legs to twist underneath him. “Gah” he groaned his shoulder throbbing in pain from landing on the hard concrete, around him swirled loud laughter and mocking jests. “What are you boys doing?” the voice was stern and serious; Andrew looked up to see Mr. Gronsok looking between him on the floor and the group surrounding him. “uhm… nothing sir” the boy's voice became exceedingly polite “just giving Andrew here his book back… he must have tripped” the boy threw the text on to the grimy tiled floor and hurried off his friends following shortly behind eager to get away. Not offering a hand the teacher asked “you alright?” Andrew supposed the words might have been comforting had the man not said it in a pasty rehearsed voice and been staring at his watch as if wondering how long it would take out of his break to help him. “Nah I am fine…” Andrew replied slowly not particularly wanting the man’s help. Pulling himself up he grabbed his book of the floor flicking crumbs of before shoving it back in his backpack, looking around the teacher was already off down the hall apparently intent on using his remaining time on break. Sighing Andrew threw the pack over his shoulder walking off to class not to hungry anymore.
It was hard to focus in math class, what with the teacher droning on and on about some very long and complex math problem and the fact that every couple minutes a piece of wadded paper would hit the back of his head causing a wave of chuckles from the persecutors and the teacher to turn around every time to warn the class that if they didn’t stay focused they would get more homework as well as a quiz on the subject tomorrow. Though it didn’t stop and soon Andrew found himself walking out of the classroom door laden with enough homework to make a full-grown elephant pass out. Walking down the hall way someone roughly pushed by him whispering in his ear: “Good job nerd... you got us all more homework” before walking on, a couple other people giving him accusatory glances as if it was his fault that the teacher had wreaked vengeance on the class. Walking the slow march of someone on their way to their execution Andrew walked out of the school and down the sidewalk beginning the long walk home.
The moon had already raised above the horizon by the time Andrew walked up to the porch of the small squat building one of the windows broken and fixed with duct tape his father’s favorite “fix-all” .police sirens whirred in the distance as he slowly mounted the steps and went to unlock the door. Strange… the door lay open the lock having broken, dad must have slammed in to it again Andrew sighed not too angry at his father, his mom had probably already chewed him out rather well. Pushing open the door he walked down the dark hall none of the lights on. “Mom? Dad?...” no answer. Walking down the hall way he slowly pushed open a second door and was met with a grisly scene. Moonlight shone through the windows illuminating the room in a silver glow, on the floor laid his mother her entire chest having been ripped apart, a permanent look of terror etched upon her face. in the middle of the room was his father torn limb from limb, nearly unrecognizable though what truly terrified Andrew was not the bodies, it was not the furniture thrown around the room, it was not even blood smeared across almost every possible surface as if it had been used as paint, no, instead it was the wolf bent low over his father’s flesh gorging itself on his muscle and sinew. It looked like any other wolf yet Andrew could not bring himself to believe that that was all this creature was...No it was something different… something powerful… something evil- The creature looked up its bloody maw open knife like teeth dripping with red saliva, it snarled pouncing upon Andrew pushing him backwards in to the hall way, its paws pushing against Andrews chest with an unbelievable amount of strength, the creature brought its muzzle down on Andrews arm bring about a pain he had never known… Andrew cried out the sound muffled by the creature’s snarls… then all went black…
Basic Summary: Andrews parents met when they were young and foolish, both looking for adventure both looking for excitement not realizing what they were getting themselves into, Andrews mother gave birth to Andrew when she was just 17 and put him up for adoption running off to fulfill her own life dreams not giving a second glance back. Andrew thankfully though was only with childcare for a short amount of time before a couple took him in, David and Marsha Legnita were both rather happy in their relationship and raised him in Mane until he was 8 years old and there marriage went downhill, starting with arguments it became physical and finally ended with David Leginta attempting to murder his wife. Andrew was sent back in to the government system and this is also when he began his love of books, mostly to escape the hell of reality he would sink in to reading. When he was 11 years old John and Hazel Wylen took him in, being unable to have children of their own. Andrew never lost his knack for reading and because of this he didn’t ever make too many friends, the few he did manage to achieve always didn’t last long and so he continued to read. He was a loner, he was a nobody, and he didn’t know what he was going to do with his life. yet 4 months after he turned 16, the night he came home… and everything changed…
Appearance: (Either a very detailed description or a picture) Face- his face is nearly gaunt yet still retains some of the roundness of youth rapidly disappearing. His scraggly mat of dark brown hair falling down over his ears where it whisks in to what could in a couple years become a beard. His dark brown eyes pear out from his face the color of his pupils giving him an almost pouting look, though Across his pale cheeks are freckles, dancing up to the bridge of his nose some even speckled on his nose until finally stopping at his neck where they lose direction and spread farther from each over there tight nit group spreading to thin. Clothing- over his shoulders he wears a grey t shirt wrinkled with an apparent view of untidiness, over this he adorns a black coat its make not expensive nor flashy yet it still useful despite several holes and stains. Usually he wears cargo pants there sides riddled with pockets as well as mud and grass stains. Finally though on his feet he wears rather plane shoes, no brand name on them with the soles rubbing out the front and heel congealed in a thin layer of mud as well. Form- due to never really playing any true “sports” Andrew’s form is lean lacking the bulkiness or force that some acquire, his arms and legs are muscled yet it is not as pronounced as some, his pale skin instead portraying freckles splashed across it especially around the lower arms, legs and his face. Transformed state-
Weapon of Choice: again none atm, though most likely it will be his transformed state once he learns how to control it.
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Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Shadow Hunter
Sexual Preference: Female
Loyalty: The clave
Personality: Stays in the background, Loner, doesn’t talk much, quiet.
Biography: Jacobs parents were both shadow hunters that had moved to the US and he was raised there in the country in a small house, occasionally his parents would leave to fight demons when he was young, as a child they tried to teach him weaponry like swords, spears, and exes but John never liked them, then finally his parents trained him in the bow, John instantly fell in love with the bow.
At the age of 12 John had killed his first demon, a week after that his parents told him that they are moving to New York, John didn’t really care, he had no friends here in this place.
When they got their they drove up to the institute and walked in and ever since then Johns been living there for 3 years, in the background usually just training with his bow.
Appearance: The one with the bow
Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow
Other: Infernal devices! There to infernal.
((SOmething messed up with the link, will be on tommorow have to go now sorry))
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Age: 16, turning 17 in a month.
Gender: Female
Race: Shadowhunter
Sexual Preference: Bisexual, but got a preference for males
Loyalty: Angela is considered a member and follower of the Clave, all though her mood-swinging, eccentric behavior often make it appear otherwise.
Personality: While most people would know very little to nothing about her, those with an idea of how she act would describe her as a person with strong mood-swings and varying reliability. Her mood appears to be unaffected by the situation, something that is partly true. Her mood is decided by her own mental health which isn't too good to put it lightly.
Most of the time around others though, she would appear as an arrogant, rude person brushing off any attempt of getting closer to her. It's mainly because she don't want to get close to others. Besides this, she is eccentric and don't necessarily listen to people when they talk to her.
Biography: Angela's mother died during giving birth to her and her father took her under his arms while trying to pass all the depressing emotions that Angela's mother's death had made occur in his head. He did so by drinking and staying away from his young daughter who needed his care but never got it.
Through elementary school, Angela was one of the few bullying victims of the school (Which was a rather calm and nice school with few cases revolving around bullying etc.). They made fun of her for not having a mother (Too stupid to know it wasn't her fault at all) and for having a father who was mentally ill. For three years, Angela had to endure the constant bruises coming from both the boys and the girls.
At one point, she started to get depressed herself, blaming god for giving her an unfair life. Her days passed slowly through tears and frustration, but eventually, she made up her mind. She was going to kill. Her mental state made her unaware of the major consequences and it leaded her to one day bringing one of the daggers hanging in the living room and brought it to school, not knowing she had a shadow on her tail.
In the schoolyard the same day, she had pulled out the blade and was walking towards one of the girls that bulled her the most and had the day just before given her several cuts from a diversity of stones laying on the ground as she pushed Angela towards the ground while the other kids were yelling supporting the bullying girl. The blade itself was a 5" blade, razor sharp and was meant to be used for stabbing. with a leap forward, aiming for the girl's chest, the blade sliced through the air and was barely an inch from the girl in front of her before someone interrupted.
A man about 35-40 years old stopped her hand and pulled her back, holding her by her neck. After that point, Angela was never seen at that school, nor any other school in the country.
Due to her weak mental health (Not to mention her father's), Angela was put under strict supervising by a man who would later turn out to be the brother of her father. Angela was 12 when this happened. It passed over a year before Angela was even allowed to walk outside again freely. There was simply too much at risk. Her body was covered in bruises from all the 'unfortunate happenings' through school, bruises that would never go away and would decorate her body for the rest of her life.
The person looking after her the time when she was recovering, both physically and mentally, was the same person who stopped her from stabbing the girl. During that time, the man, also known as her uncle (He didn't tell her though) took good care of her and did his best with healing her wounds in human ways, hoping he wouldn't end up introducing her to the world her father had been holding away from her as they both lost their minds. At one point, her father did suicide hanging himself in his own living room. It was two weeks after Angela disappeared.
At one point, Angela got to know about downworlders and such through a friend of her uncle who was looking after her while her uncle was busy. The man simply thought she knew about it all and didn't hold back about it until he realized that Angela's curiosity was because she was unaware of the whole 'downworlders' thing. After he realized, he understood there was no reason holding back anymore and told her everything. At that very point, Angela had something new to live for.
Until that point, no sort of therapy or such had helped her at all and her mental state hadn't gotten any better over the years. The reason was simple; she didn't have anything to live for. Until that point, Angela hand't gotten any better because she had no reason to live. She only lived to eat and sleep, but after that point, she realized that it had to be what she was born to do. Her mother was human but died. Angela understood this as that the reason her mother died was to direct her towards the direction and choice she was about to take. She wanted to become a shadowhunter.
After confronting her uncle (The man mentioned that he was her uncle as well) he ended with agreeing to letting her train under his supervising. If her state didn't get any better, she would be forced back to level one, but if it got any better, she would be free to see daylight and live a ordinary, at least close to, ordinary life again.
Through intense and painful training, Angela's body did a 180 flip. She stopped being skin and bones and started to gain some muscles on her body and her eyes shined of passion, not just tears. Her state developed quickly from being a corpse shivering in a corner in a square room begging to be killed to a fearsome woman. She didn't talk much, but it was clear from just her activity that she both enjoyed training and that it helped her get back on two legs again.
After another year of training, her uncle passed away from an unknown disease, just after Angela started to get actually attached to him. She almost fell back to square one again, but managed to remain on her legs and moved to the institution to live there full time.
From the age of 16 to 19, Angela became a well feared shadowhunter, among both friends and enemies. She was unpredictable and unsocial, something that made her scary among her own. She never opened to anyone and had no intentions to do so either. She was either in her room or out on missions so others didn't even have much of a chance to try to get related to her.
Appearance: (I'll might find a picture when I get home, but for now, a description will have to do)
Angela is a rather tall woman, standing about 5'7 foot tall. She got jet-black hair that reach down to her hips and isn't really tied up or anything, it's just laying down her back. Her eyes got a penetrating red look (a very red variant of brown, looks like a slightly brighter version of blood-red).
Her body is nice and curvy, with a flat stomach and she would rank as pretty and would most likely be popular among the guys if it wasn't for her dreadful personality.
Normally, Angela would be wearing a black coat (maybe circulated with a black trench coat every once in a while) along with a pair of denim jeans and a tank-top with a high probability of being black. From time to time she's seen smoking. Besides this, her left arm, from her palm and all the way to her elbow, is covered by a bandage and she has never been seen without it.
Weapon of Choice: Got a preference for blades, and would normally carry around a long kukri knife and/or a sword of some sort. Besides this, she got one last weapon that is hardly ever used because of miss-comfort and that it slows her down a lot; a pair of high-heeled shoes. The difference however from a standard pair of high-heels would be that the heel itself is a blade. The blade itself goes all the way up to her Achilles and is twin-edged all up till the blade meets the sole.
Other: "The infernal devices"
Also, as a tiny notifier, I would suggest you add more information to the runes-section in case more people are like me and only read the first book and read it in two days while being hospitalized and feeling suicidal every fifth minute.
(I will add more to the runes section when I get home but there are some issues with the app. She has to be born a shadowhunter(both or one of her parents being one themselves because the gene is dominant) and if she already is, she would have gone straight to the institute and not sent to an orphanage. You could still have the friend dying and such but you'd have to already be a shadowhunter. Other than that a great app.)
(He sounds a lot like jace but I'll accept him as long as you're careful. No on the sword infused with fire runes either. You can't have something like that but you can have a sword that's similar to a seraph blade. Also, you wouldn't be able to move away until you were eighteen because you're not an adult yet.)
I used to be chocolate cake.. but then new Minecraft Forums happened..
(A little kid or even a youth wouldn't be able to resist being taken to an institute when a strong full shadowhunter cones. You could always say no, but when your parents die you don't get a choice, you go. You could say that you were a shadowhunter at the institute and training when you met your friend then started hanging out with him more than you spent time at the institute or something.)