Character Sheet

[Oblivion]

Name: Nickolas Plume
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire

Appearance: Slim build, 6'3", fair skinned with fire red hair and violet eyes. He is typically wearing a close fitting combination of a jacket or coat with long pants boots and gloves, and always wears deep hoods and dark glasses. All of his clothes are cinched closed with belts and kept tight to his body to ensure his clothes always cover every part of him.

Background:
Beginning as a typical man, he was brought to a nightclub by a friend who was tired of seeing him work a lame 9-to-5 job all the time. While there, he had a little too crazy of a time and ended up high as a kite on a strange drug. When he came to he had fangs and was given a list of tasks to do and told that he had screwed up with some kind of mob boss the previous night. Not wanting to anger those that could easily kill him, he began performing the twelve tasks on the list. He is only three into the list, and the tasks are becoming increasingly difficult and sinister. He still doesn't know what happened that night.

Abilities/Weapons:
Heightened physical abilities all around with a particular emphasis on speed, budding psychic abilities and an apparent affinity for blood magic, though he has not yet learned any.

Weaknesses:
His body drains his blood magic to meet the ridiculous demands Nick puts on it. As a result, though his physical capabilities are immense, his regenerative trait is dwarfed. He is thus incapable of regenerating wounds mid battle and must occasionally take extended periods of time to heal. He often fights without regard for wounds and thus accumulates a mass of damage over time gaining new wounds before old ones are fully healed. He is addicted to a substance called "Nephilim" that vastly increases his magical potential to speed up his healing, but he uses it as too much of a crutch. The withdrawl effects are crippling.

[Draketh]

Name: Ramiel (Rem E. Lan)
Age: Older then America
Gender: Male
Race: Neplium

Appearance: Strong build, 6'7, fair skinned with black lusterless hair and deep gray eyes, his face shows an indeterminate age. Normally clad in an inexpensive though not cheap, gray double breasted suit, with white gloves and tie, accented with a simple silver pocket watch.

Background: Ramiel is an old one, how old is a debated thing, he came to America shortly after its founding, havening traveled there from England, were it is expected he had come from Rome. Weather he was named for the angel of thunder, or is its inspiration is an unknown fact.

Abilities/Weapons: In combat Ramiel favors tools primarily over supernatural power and diplomacy over combat at all. Physically he is stronger then he looks, and gains speed from such strength, he is competent with a considerable array of weaponry primarily of the old world then then new. While primarily skilled mostly on the theological side of the mystic arts, Ramiel has hammered down two powerful distinct combat abilities. ‘The Ultimate lance’ a mid to high yield focused beam of raw electrical force, ‘The Ultimate Shield’ a powerful uni/omni directional force barrier he can raise around himself, and items/people in close proximity. He is capable of unassisted flight.

Weaknesses: While notably more durable then a human, and able to heal and recover from wounds that most men are not, physiologically Ramiel is not very different from a normal man of his stature. Any wound that is immediately fatal to a human would end his life. Has a exploitable passion for rare old books and baked goods.

[Ashlyn]

Name: Ashlyn
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Siren/Undine/Vampire
Appearance: Like her abilities her looks are a combination of the two races she was born from. She is short at 5'4". Her hair is a silver that brushes the tops of her thighs. Her eyes are a cyan color that resembles the color of clear water. There is a silver circlet around her forehead and two silver arm bands inlaid with pearls. She most often wears a white dress to keep herself underestimated. Not to mention a helpless looking female makes good bait.
Background:
Ashlyn is an anomaly. The result of a forced mating between an imprisoned siren and undine. She was born into captivity, raised in captivity. Though the arm bands had forced her to the will of her captor she was in no way docile. Her hatred for him festered in her and she awaited her freedom to bring about his death. Forced to sing at his bar in New Haven, he reaped the benefits of her siren song. Since both of her parents are by their natures vindictive and temperamental these two traits are only strengthened in her. She simply waited and bided her time. When she was freed she freed her parents as well. Her father returned to his ocean for he is one of the leaders of the undine and a controller of one of the largest bodies of water. Her mother went with her father so he could hide her. All sirens are in hiding since Poseidon created the arm bands that can control them. Ashlyn’s freedom came with a price though. A vampire’s blood mixed with her own during a fight at the bar. The small traces of blood worked through her system like a battering ram. Usually three exchanges are required to create a vampire. For Ashlyn it took only the vampire’s blood mixing with her own. She serves as a Hunter in Mikal’s court at the moment. A Hunter even the ancients fear. For she is something more than the races she was created from. Her abilities have made her unique in a world where uniqueness is normal, yet she is an oddity.
Abilities/Weapons:
She inherited her mother’s siren voice mixed with her father’s affinity for water. Unlike most sirens she can speak without causing someone to become ensnared. However her voice still holds a siren like quality. Once she became vampire her abilities only became stronger. She inherited their increased strength, speed, agility, and senses far greater than that of humans, the ability to shapeshift, ability to summon and control animals, and telepathy/mind control. She can also create fog, mist, rain, and bring down lightening to incinerate. Yet she still retains her mother’s siren abilities and her father’s undine ones.
Weaknesses:
Like all sirens she is unable to have a free will once the arm bands are placed on her. Like an undine she has a need to be near water. Unlike most vampires daylight does not harm her. It seems the only weaknesses she has are the ones of a siren and undine.

[Schrodinger]

Name: Schrodinger
Age: Ancient
Gender: Male
Race: Nephilum

Appearance: 6'1", short hair, gray and white on top black on the sides. Schrodinger typically wears utilitarian clothes such as cargo pants and jackets with lots of utility pockets inside. He's built fairly muscularly and appears to be about 40 at most. An exceedingly handsome man, with every year he ages he only gains a more distinguished atmosphere.

Background: Schrodinger seems to have a long standing relationship with Ramiel in some way. He is a private investigator who often works for such people in various ways. His mother was a fallen seraphim, making him a first generation Nephilum and making his magical power immense.

Abilities/Weapons: Schrodinger has channeled most of his magical ability towards a single powerful form to shapeshift into, a Titanic Owl. When in owl form, his wings glow in the moonlight and become razor sharp at will. In his human form, he is capable of generating weapons from solidified moonlight, as well as shooting beams and lances of energy from a simple but powerful breach-loading pistol. His only other piece of equipment is a specially tinted mirror with a small battery-operated UV lamp. The mirror allows him a limited use of his lunar powers on moonless nights with its light, or when the sun is out. Other than that, he has an extremely enhanced level of strength and durability.

Weaknesses: Schrodinger's powers are terribly inefficient during the day. Even his Lunar Mirror is only of limited use, as during the day the overpowering rays of the sun often wash out the effect of the mirror's filter, diminishing the amount of lunar rays it produces, and the devices built in battery is extremely short lived, making it only a last resort.

[Regen]

Name: Re-genesis (AKA Reginald, Reg)
Age: Older then he looks
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance: 6'2, long hair loosely bound, appears a man in his early twenties. White hair, pale gray eyes. Clad in a white dress shirt with gray sweater-vest, and blue jeans.

Background: The end result of one of the more successful (to much so in this case) attempts at militarizing the supernatural in the second world war. Reg, regardless of origin walked away from the experience with considerable psychic ability, and is still considered one of the most valuable strategic weapons on the planet.

Abilities/Weapons: Though capable of brute force telekinetic combat, Reg's most notable abillities are that of telepathy/empathy and precognition. Though not seeing 'visions' of the future, Reg holds foreknowledge of the current future, and through action both direct and indirect is capable of altering the flow of fate, the most obvious being his 'death clock' ability of knowing someones exact fated time of death... and warning them of it. Empathic Reginald is the strongest known sensor in the supernatural world, able to bypass the defenses of millennium old vampire mind benders as if they were not even there... weather he wants to or not. His telepathic abilities are on par though there limits are untested at this time.

Weaknesses:Regen's strength is also his weakness. He is unsuited to violence for he feels what ever pain he inflicts on others, and only the most dire of situation will move him into action. He can not chlorate crowds for extended periods before beginning to suffer from the wash of emotions and thoughts. Though he has learned to shield himself from the feedback on at least the telepathic level, he is still centuries from muting himself of the emotions of others, or large groups.

[Oblivion]

Name: Mars
Age: 102
Gender: Male
Race: Hero (Descendant/Living Incarnation of Old Gods)

Background: Mars and Vulcan were born ten years apart to different fathers, both of Heroic Lineage descended from the gods they were named for. Their family's past of having guarded various ancient and important relics caught up to them when Mars turned 32. Their grandmother and mother had secretly decided that certain items were their birthright to guard and that nobody else was fit for the job. This included Pandora's Box. The guardian of the box at that time refused to allow any change of hands, and killed their grandmother, and sealed their mother inside the box. They have caught up with the box twice now seeking their mother, and let out a number of terrible things by accident. Mars and Vulcan's mother prevents the box from being opened from inside it, and also keeps many of the items held within Pandora's Box from being let out, even when the box is opened. There are some people who this has truly irritated, including more than one irresponsible or power hungry guardian.

Abilities/Weapons: Mars has all the powers of his namesake, (though to nowhere near the magnitude of a god,) most notably a proficiency with fire magic and any weapon he can get his hands on, as well as tremendous strength and agility. Mars can always be seen carrying a wide variety of throwing weapons and swords, as well as a collapsing spear. His greatest weapon is a magic scythe kept hidden away in a magically created space inside his chest.

Weaknesses: Mars bears no notable physical weaknesses, but is incredibly kindhearted and thoughtful, which often leads him into traps and generally nasty situations.

[Oblivion]

Name: Vulcan
Age: 92
Gender: Male
Race: Hero

Background: Mars and Vulcan were born ten years apart to different fathers, both of Heroic Lineage descended from the gods they were named for. Their family's past of having guarded various ancient and important relics caught up to them when Mars turned 32. Their grandmother and mother had secretly decided that certain items were their birthright to guard and that nobody else was fit for the job. This included Pandora's Box. The guardian of the box at that time refused to allow any change of hands, and killed their grandmother, and sealed their mother inside the box. They have caught up with the box twice now seeking their mother, and let out a number of terrible things by accident. Mars and Vulcan's mother prevents the box from being opened from inside it, and also keeps many of the items held within Pandora's Box from being let out, even when the box is opened. There are some people who this has truly irritated, including more than one irresponsible or power hungry guardian.

Abilities/Weapons: Vulcan has all of the powers of his namesake, similar to Mars. He has an even greater control over fire, but also shows an affinity for earth magic (which he uses to pull raw ores out of the ground.) Vulcan's physical strength is immeasurable, and he is easily capable of crumbling several hundred pounds of solid granite with a blow from his hammer. Vulcan's weapons consist of his 800lbs Cold Iron and Silver hammer, designed to obliterate the defenses of both celestial and demonic entities (A necessary thing when one fights either on a regular basis), and a heavy iron utility knife.

Weaknesses: Vulcan inherited his namesake's crippled legs, and has thus crafted a strong set of braces that add a few inches to his height and allow his lower body to operate with all the strength of his upper body. Should they break he would move very slowly. Vulcan is also a vain and proud man with an incredibly strong will. His refusal to be questioned and his habitual posturing often get him into nasty scrapes and problematic situations.

[Larien Elendil]

Name: Alassea Elanessë

Age: Her literal age is unknown to mortals (including yourself), but she appears to be about 21 years of age.

Gender: Female

Race: Elf

Appearance: Bright green eyes with flecks of orange, pale yellow hair, 6’0", white skin, pointed ears, generally wears some kind of brown and gold lightweight armor, almost always has a bow and quiver slung across her back.

Background:
Alassea was born and raised in the forest where all the elves live. She’s the daughter of Haldamir Elanessë, the head of the Elfin Council in charge of governing the elves and protecting the secrecy of their forest. As such, she’s rather akin to the human ‘princess’.
Alassea stands out as an individual in comparison to the rest of the elves. Her society tends to value uniformity, but Alassea is bored by the humdrum of everyday life. She enjoys playing pranks on the other elves, much to the dismay of her parents, and she is fluent in the language of sarcasm which few elves understand.

Abilities/Weapons:
Since she is essentially royalty in her nation and is not at all delicate, Alassea has been trained in the art of warfare since she was very young. As an elf, her natural affinity is for the bow and arrow, but she is also a master of fighting with long swords, short swords, daggers, and staves.
Like her kinsmen, Alassea has a special connection with nature. Since she spent so much time alone growing up (due to her rebellious nature), she has whittled this connection into an art form; she can commune with nature in a way that can be incredibly advantageous.
Alassea is also armed with an incredibly charming personality. This developed from a constant need to both persuade others to do what she wants and talk herself out of trouble.

Weaknesses:
Alassea is over-confident in her abilities. Sometimes she gets herself into situations and doesn't realize she's over her head until it's too late.
Alassea also doesn't trust easily. She's incredibly reluctant to believe that someone is actually on her side.

[Kale Allerion]

Name: Monte Gray
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Monte is 6'2'' and dark-skinned. His shoulder-length hair is braided into corn rows. He wears glasses and has dark brown eyes. His clothing style is relatively unexciting, but neat.
Background: Monte lived a relatively quiet life until his twenties when he flunked out of school and began working at a small music store in the city. Here he met Sophie, the woman who would become his wife. Not long after their elopement, Sophie was murdered by a feral vampire, and he set out to search for her murderer. In his search, he did not find the culprit, but was nearly put into slavery by a group of vampires. Having narrowly escaped, he returned to his home city, trying to gather the funds and the information necessary to take down the facility. He cannot go alone, though, and most of the people he knows don't believe in vampires, so he is currently stuck in a cramped little apartment, trying to find someone who can go along with him.
Monte is a deep thinker—intelligent, but quiet and reserved. A lover of music, he spends much of his free time at home composing songs. His talents go largely unnoticed, though, for he does not produce his music. Monte's music library is massive and includes everything from classical to R&B to rock.
Abilities/Weapons: He is skilled with the blade (knife only, no swords) and in hand-to-hand combat. He carries wooden stakes and a gun, too.
Weaknesses: Has a difficulty communicating and can be anti-social. Short-tempered. Overly-suspicious of people's intentions, especially of those he does not know well. Allergic to dogs.

[Levethix'moxt]

Name:Levethix'Moxt

Age:142

Gender: Male

Race: Dragon

Appearance: Shape-shifter, his favored form, is a dark elf that stands five ten, with a slight build. He has burgundy red eyes unless masked by spell-work, shoulder length white hair, and his skin's a dark gray/black color.
In his true form he's a fourteen foot long serpentine dragon, long in the neck and tail. He has four legs ending with dexterous claws, large wings, and thick plate like scales. He retains his red eyes though both the pupil and silica have become indistinct and are mildly luminous. In this form he is lightly transparent, scales a dark gray.

Background: A dimensional traveler, though not one who often does so under their own power. Little is known about this man other then he is a practitioner of the arcane arts, and rather eager to return home, despite the fact it is apparently a rather dangerous place.

Abilities/Weapons: A spell caster of no small skill, with not unimpressive magic resistance. Capable of mild 'superhuman' strength, speed, and endurance, all of which are augmented to lesser and greater amounts in his true-form. Very skilled with a longsword though knowing only the basics to nothing in other weapons. Able to blend into shadows beyond what should be physically possible. Knowledgeable on a great deal of things, mostly higher end mysticism, cosmology, and social psychology. Able to produce a aura of supernatural terror. A shape-shifter through a mix of spellcraft and acquired skill. His breath effect is a blast of ash/smoke that can best be described as 'entropy' given form, decaying and unmaking any caught in it's wake.

Weaknesses: Having recently, involuntarily, immigrated from a more traditional fantasy setting, he's still undergoing some culture shock, and is still largely ignorant of technology. Not much of a fighter. Paranoid. Prone to bouts of hyper focus.