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Adrianna
Marcus
Achim
Isaac
Terry

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** Main Verse : Fallen Angel**
Created by the greater force of the Realm from the soul of an innocent child, Adrianna once was a Seraphim among the ranks of God's angels. Back then there was no time nor space, only to continuously tumultuous exchange of energy between Good and Evil and the never ending fight between the two forces of the Realm. In her role Adrianna commanded and lead an army, organized legions and cohorts and dedicated her existence towards the purpose of maintaining the equilibrium of the energy.But in times unspoken, the lines between Good and Evil slowly eroded away as these two forces turned greedy and unfair towards each other and began sacrificing the equilibrium of the Realm in exchange of power. Unfortunately for her Adrianna was among the first ones to take notice of this and, against her better judgement, came forth against her Creator to chastise Her for these wrongdoings and proclaiming her utter distrust in this chaotic display of green and malice. After all, how would they be the force of Good if their implement if so similar to that of Evil?Before these accusation her Creator needed only will Adrianna's doom into existence, but since the Seraphim was a being of energy and energy cannot be destroyed, She had instead banished Her creation from this realm. Her wings ripped, the angel fell through time and space, ethereal form turning physical and penetrating the world of the Mortals as a falling star through the night sky. It was a winter day of the year 1870 when she had first walked the earth and ever since she had remained almost as that first day. Two long scars trail down her muscular back and the remains of her angelic sigils can still be seen around the corners of her eyes. Her physical form reminds one of that of a warrior, her skill with many weapons speaks of her technical abilities in battle and her intelligence is the mark of a tactical combat genius.These abilities had been put to good use over the years as Adrianna sought to find her place in this strange Realm. In her time she had aided the wounded through the wordily wars, slayed the escaped Hellborn seeking bloodshed among the mortals and then lent her abilities for hire as a mercenary. The last several decades however, she had turned inwards and began building her own empire of sorts, sinking deeper and deeper into the avarice of wordily possessions. It was no easy task and posing as either her own mother or daughter as the generations shift is never comfortable, but it she did it with resignation and blissful ignorance. There is no future for her in either Heaven or Hell so she will live hedonistically for the remainder of time, watching cavillations fall and be reborn, friends and enemies being born only to die and be a witness to it all.Abilities :
Though she already appears as a fairly muscular and strong woman in her full 6 ft stature, Adrianna's straight is beyond normalcy, being able to lift up to 4 times her own weight and manifesting incredible speed and agility. The latter is actually her forte, being able to move in a 'now you see me, now you don't' sort of manner. Her body is also self-sustainable, the divine energy from which she origins from maintaining her as she is without the need for sustenance or rest. She is also healing at an accelerated rate, bruises and cuts regenerating in minutes, while torn tissue and broken bone returning to normal in a matter of several hours or days. Her presence also seems to give off healing energy towards whatever living creature she is near, although she isn't entirely aware of this aspect. Another thing she isn't aware of is her hair glowing a pure white light whenever she manifests intense sensations or feelings. So far, this glowing only happens if she climaxes during sex.
The limitations of her abilities come mostly from the fact that her physical body is very brittle and prone to damage. If she runs too fast her ankles might shatter. If she launches a punch too heavily she can pulverize her bones. And despite her healing factor, the pain is still very much real and unbearable.

Verse : MatronBorn into a prominent and rich Italian family, life seemed to have been laid out for the only heiress of a business empire built by her father and grandfather before him. Secluded and exclusive, her life since infancy was marked by excellence and refinement so she could be educated into a prominent role of leadership and perpetuation. However, ever since her 15th birthday Adrianna heavily rebelled, enjoying all the perks of the luxury lifestyle with almost zero of the consequences. Drugs, alcohol and partying were the norm for the following years and the intensity of her lifestyle was strong enough to attract unwanted attentions from her parents associates. They could not fathom that someone so reckless could be invested into the family businesses and decisions had been made for her to be removed from the picture. When returning from the official festivities of her 18th birthday, the convoy of cars taking her and her family home got mixed up. Adrianna rode in the same car as her parents, the one that was fixed with an explosive. The blast was huge, massive enough to encompass almost the entire length of the limo. She had lost her leg below the knee in the explosion, and was the only survivor of her immediate family. The tragedy was greatly felt across the entire niche and soon enough the stability built by her parents threatened to crumble. It was then when Adrianna, more or less got her shit together and properly took over as matron of her family. Over the following almost 20 years she'd build and expanded beyond anything anyone would've dreamed of. Her missing leg had been replaced with advanced and beautifully crafted prosthetics she showcases as strong statements of her resilience, grace and power. Nowadays she is, more or less, enjoying the fruits of her labor, living in luxury and comfort but does occasionally enjoy getting her hands dirty for business like in the good old days.

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Main Verse : Young wolfThe only son of Marcus and Elena Visarion. His mother died as a child old enough to understand that she is gone but not old enough to properly process it. He is voluntary estranged from his father due to growing differences of opinion, lifestyle and morals. His unique heritage of being the first born Lycan in recent times makes him a rather curious individual. Werewolves, just like many other species, come if different breeds, depending on the genetic strain, geographical location and origin. The Carpathian homo lupus is thought to be the original strain of lycanthropy, originating from the Transylvanian region between the Carpathian Mountains. These werewolves cannot produce young unless its with their exact same breed and even then only 30% of pregnancies can lead to a healthy pup. Because of this exclusivity, the breed spread mostly through the bite and the turned individual is considered "infected" and not pure blood, which made them unstable, savage and dangerous. They are also among the largest and strongest of lycans which only added to their volatile nature. This led to them being hunted to near extinction and the few surviving turned to a life away from civilization, in the wilderness and isolation of nature. Chance made it that his parents cross paths, fall and love and, against all odds, produced an heir, the first born pureblood of their kind in over 100 years. Unlike most of his kind Achim doesn't struggle with involuntary shifting during the nights with full moon. His transformation happens at will, most times triggered by intense emotion or extreme circumstances.
Has a slightly bigger tolerance to silver, but prolonged exposure will leave him damaged. His senses are enhanced, strength and agility considerably more developed than a normal human being. He also willingly and regularly trains his body to keep himself in peak form and sustain his high metabolism. While predominantly a carnivore, Achim can survive on a mostly normal, human diet, though he will be significantly more lethargic and sickly if he's cutting meats. Also, he never truly identified himself with 'being human' like other werewolves seem to be doing. even if he's been living among humans and looking like one, for the most part, the concept of humanity is foreign to him as he is very comfortable and happy with his nature to begin with.

Verse: Little Pup - Request only
There isn't much to say about 10 year old Achim other than he is a wild little shit set on causing problems. Alone in a big city, his survival depends on him hunting squirrels, cats or other critters and eating them raw. Or maybe stealing cheeseburgers from careless people's plates in the city center. At night he would sleep in trees, on warm streets vents or whenever he could. His clothes are way too big for him, and whenever they get too dirty he would steal new ones. A truly feral child that doesn't understand how the world works and is in full survival mode while also having a lot of devious fun.

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Verse: MorticianIsaac is pretty dead himself and has been for the longest time. How he can wander around and still ‘live’ like a normal individual is a bit of a mystery even to him. So much time has passed by, he kind of forgot his propose for existing. Has reached a point where he pretty much refuses to further investigate it and continues to 'live' his 'life' as it is. Sometimes he actually forgets he himself is dead, those are the weird moments, but it’s not much of a shocker when he remembers it. How he still looks so good despite being a corpse? Isaac is actually very well preserved. Veins are flooded with embalming liquid instead of blood which needs to be changed every now and then. Has this small scar at the base of his right collar bone, that is the spot he always uses to inject himself with fresh fluids, essentially re-embalming himself over and over again. Another large scar runs across his chest and down his abdomen in the form of the letter Y.
Other than that, however, his body functions normally. He can sweat, have tears, eat, drink, all that regular normal human being stuff without raising any suspicions. The only weird thing might be that his hair and nails seem to grow faster and he often neglects cutting them on time. Ironically, he's quite hard to kill. Pain is a very relative term to him as he doesn’t quite feel it in the conventional way, as the living would. He would describe pain as the absence of comfort rather than a hurtful or traumatizing process. His body is also made to endure a lot of trauma, despite looking so thin and frail. Cuts and bruises don’t tend to be around for too long since his body can reconstruct itself almost immediately. The only thing he actually worries about is not ‘bleeding so much’ he passes out, but even then inject him with a brand new dose of fluids and he’s wide awake. Overall harmless, but unpredictable. His behavior fluctuates a lot if triggered with a few very specific aspects. He is drawn to and seeks human interaction, but it’s hard for him to comprehend what is socially acceptable and what not. Although not really prone to violence, he can became aggressive when faced with a direct threat. One can argue it is only for self defense, but he did go overboard on more than one occasion. When interacting with him, one should have a little patience and understanding as he really isn’t a bad guy. Or at least tries not to be.

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name :: adrianna "sagittarii" hagan
age :: n/a [ metabolic - 32-35 ] ;
sexual / romantic orientation :: n/a [ somewhere on the ace / demi part of the spectrum ]
gender :: female ;
height :: 182 cms / 6' ;
weight :: 89 kgs / 190 lbs ;
eyes :: green ;
hair :: grey-white, waist long ;

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