[Bios] Humans

Below you will find the template for the human characters.

What makes you human?
If your character would age without the help of magic or other
supernatural aid, you're a human. If your character can get cancer,
or die of old age, you're a human.

Character Template

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Name:
Nickname:
Alias:

Human Subset: (?)

Age:
Gender:
Orientation:
Relationship Status:
Occupation: (if they are any of the examples above the template,

please also put that position here, as well as their "day job".)



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Weight:
Hair Style/Color:
Eye Color:
Facial Features (round face, angular, square, heart-faced, etc):
Build:
Tattoos/Piercings:
Scars:
Clothing Style:
Notable Physical Feature: (what makes them stand out, if anything?)



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Strengths (skills/talents):
Weaknesses:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Phobias/Fears:
Demeanor:

Inventory:

Pets (keep it basic):

Weapons:



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[i]Family[/i] (you may delete what does not need to be filled out)
Father =
Mother =
Brother(s) =
Sister(s) =
Spouse/Partner =
Children =

[i]Allies[/i]
(list here if they have friends among the human kind,

or the preternatural kind, and who they are, what group they belong to)

[i]Enemies[/i]
(list here if they have enemies among the human kind,

or the preternatural kind, and who they are, what group they belong to)



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(this section ONLY applies to those who have abilities I.E animators,
necromancers, physics, witches. If you don't have any, you may
delete this section)



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G E N E R A L I N F O R M A T I O N


Name: Siobhan Batra
Nickname:
Alias: Medusa

Human Subset: Witch

Age: 32
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: US Marshall



A P P E A R A N C E


Height: 5'8
Weight: 123lbs
Hair Style/Color: Brown
Eye Color: Light Brown
Facial Features:
Dominant Hand: Right
Build: Lean | Muscled
Tattoos: Runes
Piercings: Ears
Scars: None
Clothing Style: Tactical | Casual
Notable Physical Feature:



P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N


Strengths: Tactics | Combat | Magic
Weaknesses: PTSD
Likes: Sunrises | Combat Training
Dislikes: Radicals | Fear
Phobias/Fears:
Demeanor: Siobhan is often blunt when explaining things or dealing with most
people, regardless of their species. She has a very morbid sense of humor,
with a sweet yet highly lethal charm. She can also be very cold and uncaring
when dealing with people and seems apathetic to the concerns of others. She
can be rather forceful as well, to the point of threatening even those clearly
of more powerful than she. Despite her cold demeanor, she is staunchly loyal,
firm, and unbending in her beliefs. She is a hard worker and takes a strong
moral stance. Siobhan never opens up her heart, and has difficulty making friends.

She is quite learned, in magic and lore; holding an intimate knowledge
of her coven's history and magicks. Few witches have lived as long as she.
Her ability to blend with humans is unparalleled by any most others. Having
graduated from two colleges, served in the military and now a US Marshal,
Siobhan spends most of her time traveling the states. She has long since been
exiled from her coven, a group of fanatics.

Siobhan is a person of incredible resolve, not hesitating to do whatever it
takes to complete a mission and defeat her enemy. She will not hesitate in
the slightest to strike down even her subordinates if they stand in her way.
Very rarely will Siobhan show signs of desperation or emotion on the battlefield.
She is generally reserved though she is not above mocking her opponents or
smirking while in combat.

Inventory:

Pets:

Weapons:



R E L A T I O N S H I P S


Family
Father = Rohan Batra
Mother = Isabella Hale
Brother(s) =
Sister(s) =

Allies

Enemies
Her Own Coven



A B I L I T I E S


Runic Magic
Hand to Hand Combat
Close Quarters Combat
Mixed Martial Arts
SWAT Training
Supernatural Strength, Durability, and Reflexes



C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y

G E N E R A L I N F O M A T I O N


Name: Aidan Rhys Fraser, AGACNP-BC, SANE
Nickname: A
Alias: Princess

Human Subset: Cradle Witch

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: Gay
Relationship Status: In-Relationship
Occupation: Forensic Nurse Examiner



A P P E A R A N C E


Height: 5'10"
Weight: 147lbs
Hair Style/Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Facial Features: Oval-shaped face, long slender nose
Build: Lean Athletic
Tattoos: Triquetra (over heart), Ancient markings on ribs
Piercings: Both Earlobes
Scars: None
Clothing Style: Scrubs | Preppy
Notable Physical Feature: His face always looks airbrushed, due to a glamour spell; however, you can
still see the freckles on his nose.



P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N


Strengths (skills/talents): Magic | Nursing | Quick-witted | Empathy | Organization
Weaknesses: Asthma | Crippling Anxiety | Human Frailty | Temper | Introvert
Likes: Reading | Exercise | Working | Shopping | Dark Humor | Studying
Dislikes: Necromancers | Reptiles | Amphibians | Disorder | Weak Men
Phobias/Fears: Snakes | Frogs | Heights
Demeanor: High-Strung | Temperamental | Feline

Inventory:
Silver Rosary
First Aid Kit
Tarot Cards
Ancestral Bones
Grimoire

Pets: LuLu


Weapons: Magic | Antique Sterling Silver Scalpel | Purple Glock 19



R E L A T I O N S H I P S


Family
Father = Malcom Fraser
Mother = Elisabeth Hale-Lenoir
Siblings: 1 older brother (Jesse), 1 younger sister (Natalie)
Grandparents: Diana Lenoir
Familiar: LuLu
Significant other: Matteo D'Ambrosio

Allies
Hekate's Cradle (New Orleans, Louisiana)
Coven of the Graces (Savannah, Georgia)
Devil's Harem Coven (Salem, Massachusetts)

Enemies
Wouldn't advise joining this list.



A B I L I T I E S


Traditional Ancestral Witchcraft, Traditional White Witchcraft, Voodoo

Basic Powers
• Telekinesis
• Divination/Scrying
• Radio Wave interference
• Empathy
• Spell Casting/Glamour
• Pain Infliction
• Spiritual Sensing

Higher Powers
• Hexes/Curses
• Pain Infliction
• Clairvoyance
• Mediumship
• Invocation
• Conjuration
• Moderate Injury Healing
• Moderate Illness Healing

Master Powers
• Reality Warping
• Elemental Control
• Necromancy
• Mind Stunning/Control/Hypnosis



C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y


Aidan grew up in the beautiful and thriving port-city of Savannah, Georgia, son of local Malcom Fraser and New Orleans Native Elisabeth. Like most upper-middle class white kids he attended private school, played a sport, danced ballet, lost his virginity at 15, and graduated with honors. His ultra-Catholic and Deep South upbringing helped shape a polite and hard working mindset, but his homosexual rebellion lessened his piety. Regardless, he attends mass regularly, both traditional and black... Oh, one other thing, he's a witch. His parents, claiming to have met in college, actually met at the local Coven of the Graces WHILE in college. They attended separate universities. Malcom is descended from a long line of White witches who migrated to the Americas following the Civil War, and similarly Elisabeth can trace her lineage back to Anne Hale of the Salem Witch Trials.

Following his surgeon father and pediatrician mother's footsteps he chose to pursue a career in healthcare, getting accepted into Massachusetts College of Pharmacy and Health Science's nursing program—everyone needs a day job. While in classes he maintained a small herb garden on his apartment patio to remind him of his mother's much larger one back home. After whoring his way through college and graduating with honors once more he worked for a time at one of the local hospitals in Boston, busting his ass on an ICU for three years and going back for his mid-level. What's more, he connected with the local coven of witches, infamously known as "The Devil's Harem," where he picked up a thing or two on the darker side of the magic spectrum, but kept this information to himself, not wanting to upset his more...docile kin.

After the completion of his masters degree he was offered a Forensic Nurse Examiner position with the FBI to work in conjunction with the New Orleans RPIT. Not one for the bustling city life and general unsocial mannerisms running rampant in Boston, he jumped at the opportunity to return to the Deep South ASAP. He instantly took a liking to the city, after all it was just a more humid variant of Savannah with an intense fascination for the dead—steam home, dream home. Not to mention the night life was POPPING, and the bars gave him all his life. Making things more permanent, he bought a townhouse in the French Quarter, which he shares with his pampered pussy familiar, LuLu.

G E N E R A L I N F O M A T I O N


Name: Clara Elizabeth Roselyn Romano
Nickname: Lara; Clara the Clairvoyant
Alias: 'Bitch'

Human Subset: Psychic. Clairvoyant. / 'New' Necromancer

Age: 25
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Taken. Girlfriend of Marcel Tzu-Piers.
Occupation: Student at The University of New Orleans studying Pathology
and Forensics. Also works PT at Majestic Mortuary Services Inc. and
side-gigs using her clairvoyant skills.



A P P E A R A N C E


Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135 lb
Hair Style/Color: Straight, close to mid-back, and a dark chestnut brown.
Eye Color: Ocean blue with a thick black ring around the iris.
Facial Features: Angular/Diamond.
Build: Thin but a bit squishy. Clara does not work-out much so her cardio
is pretty embarrassing. She has legs that always appear rather toned but
with thick thighs, wide hips, and a large bust.  
Tattoos/Piercings: A large piece along her right hip and upper thigh of a
Medusa head, where some of the snakes venture up and along her rib-cage. One
set of Roman Numerals (26.10.1968) for her mother's birth-date after she passed.
Scars: One scar is just off of her left temple and eyebrow from the car
accident she had been subjected to one year ago. A few other dot her legs from
her being terribly picky as a child during chicken pox.
Clothing Style: Clara's fashion choice is a blend between casual and gothic.
Dresses are usually always black and if she sports a lip it is either a red or dark hue.
Her favorite combination of attire, however, would be a classic hoodie and denim jeans.
Notable Physical Feature: Full, plump lips and a bright smile (whenever she does smile).
Oh, and she is known for her big ol' tittays.


P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N


Strengths: Clairvoyant skills. Medical Knowledge (Anatomy, Pathology,
knows causes of death, etc.). Dark Humor and most stressful situations are handled
by nervous laughter. Knows how to work a gun and punch.
Weaknesses: Not that fit so asking her to run is a ha-ha fuck no.
Her cat, Dexter, and best-friend Sylvia, are the only
two things she would drop about anything for.
Likes: Quiet. Forensics. Night-Time. Music. Guitar. Animals. Isolation. Video Games.
Weed. Burritos. Stars. Swimming. Mountains. The Woods. Action and Horror Flicks. Her Mom.
Dislikes: People. Being Touched. Isolation. Deadlines. Pestering. Repeating Herself.
Sharing [her food]. Being Forced. Her Dad.
Phobias/Fears: Tight, closed in places and driving.
Demeanor: Clara has a rather stand-offish attitude that is constantly filled with sarcastic
quips and eye-rolling. Her father is currently in prison and growing up she was forced to witness
a bunch of chaos, sometimes being part of it, that aided in her developing street-smarts but also
a ton of stress for her mother and family. When her brother was shot, and her mother killed, that
is when Clara seemed to harden all the more and she disappeared; tried to escape the bullshit.
To her animals and close friends (if she had any), Clara is quite protective and will be there for
them no matter what it takes. Opening up to people, especially since she can understand things
about them that she hardly wants to know, has caused her to become withdrawn and reserved.
Any who try to chip away at her outer later will sometimes cause her to lash out and try to upset
them, hoping they will leave her alone. Being vulnerable and letting someone in terrifies her even
though she tries to pass it off like she does not need anyone.

Inventory:

Pets: Dexter, her cherished Maine Coon of three years.


Weapons:



R E L A T I O N S H I P S


Family (you may delete what does not need to be filled out)
Father = Marcus Romano. 55. Last known to be in prison.
Mother = Valentina Romano. Deceased. Cemetery.
Brother(s) = Lucian Romano. 33. Whereabouts unknown.
Sister(s) = N/A
Spouse/Partner = N/A
Children = N/A

Allies
Sylvia Johnson. - Best Friend. | About the only person Clara can actually tolerate, Sylvia
met Clara during their first year of University. While not entirely attached at the hip, she is
the only one who understands Clara far better than anyone else and can tell her to relax
without almost being punched. Sylvia is a student studying Psychology, has a rather big heart,
and an impressive amount of patience.

Enemies
Thomas McCormick. - Ex Boyfriend. | Clara considers him an enemy as she discovered he had
cheated on her while she was in the hospital after being in a car accident. Thomas still tries to
get a hold of Clara, aiming to 'win her back', but she threatened him with a restraining order if
he didn't piss off.

Marcus Romano. Father. | While Clara still does hold some love for her father, the fact that his
bullshit caused Clara's mother to die outweighs her misguided affection. After his incarceration she has
done her best to completely vanish from his life, and her brothers. Seeing them and knowing they will
not change brings more harm than good.



A B I L I T I E S


Clairvoyance.
the bearer of the power can touch a random object or
person and can tell who else has touched it, and what they did with that
object. They are often sought out to help with missing persons and murder
investigations. As people, clairvoyants are often reclusive, wear gloves, and
avoid physical contact.

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Very true to Clara's character. Clara has had the ability since birth however it was never that 'extreme'.
The snippets of images and information she would get would be annoying, but enough that she could
block it out to some extent. After the accident, however, it's as if she developed the skill for the first time.
Clara now has to wear gloves when she touches almost anything. The one good friend she does have, Sylvia,
has told her she would work wonders as an investigator but Clara insists she prefers the silent, non-intrusive
career as a pathologist, where the dead offer the best form of conversation: silence.



C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y


Born and raised in Brooklyn, NYC, Clara was an accidental baby but one that was welcomed. Her family
is dysfunctional with a father too heavy into illegal practices and a brother that, for some reason, wants
to follow in his footsteps. Clara was a Mama's Girl, however, and would keep to her side. As she got older
she did develop tricks of the trade when it came to street smarts, such as manipulation tactics, stealing, or
telling convincing lies to try and keep the police away from her house when necessary. When some sort of
deal went wrong at the age of 14, resulting in a drive-by shooting that got her brother shot and mother
murdered, Clara became an absolute recluse. Her father tried to push her harder to use her 'special skills'
to discover who did it, and Clara willingly followed along due to her rage at the loss of the only parent she
truly felt a connection towards. By the time they finally found who did it, her father and his 'team'
annihilating all of them, Clara packed her bags at 16 and ran away. Hopping on a Go-Train and turning her
back on her past.

From there she took up odd jobs to try and cover room and board. Staying in motels or shady housing
just to make sure she had a roof over her head. At 17 she met her long-time boyfriend, Thomas, who was
21 at the time, and moved in with him mainly out of desperation and not true love. She does thank him and
their relationship, however, for giving her the focus to get into school and make something of herself, which
is also how she met her best-friend to this day, Sylvia.

During her third year of University Clara ended up in a car accident. The wreck was horrific and the doctors
were surprised she even made it out alive, with barely a scratch. To Clara, though, the result was far worse.
Her abilities had amplified and anything she even grazes seem's to relay a movie screen of intel, swarming
her mind with facts, secrets, and knowledge of an object or person. While she had been in hospital, hooked
up to tubes and wires, by the time she was out and got home she discovered Thomas had cheated on her.
This is where she terminated their relationship and has been on her own since (minus Sylvia). Taking up a
job at a mortuary while trying to keep afloat during school, Clara, due to the influence of Sylvia, also has
begun to use her abilities to get more cash and help others. Which, to what Clara says, can be "quite a bitch".

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It seems her time in the city has done wonders on her social and romantic life. Clara has managed to snag a rather delightful partner, Marcel, who is the 'King Shit' (as she likes to put it) among the Were-Bears. Also the only person she can seem to get close too without her powers going haywire. A nice bonus.

Not so delightful is her, about to be, newly discovered talents for raising the dead. Heart attack commencing in 3... 2... 1...

G E N E R A L I N F O M A T I O N


Name: Devon Lastor
Nickname: Dev, Lastor, Moon Witch
Alias:

Human Subset: Witch

Age: 27
Gender: female
Orientation: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Undecided
Occupation: Inherited Owner of Leafy Greens Bathhouse and Tea Shop


A P P E A R A N C E


Height: 5'3
Weight: 120
Hair Style/Color: Brown to blond Dreadlocks
Eye Color: Abnormally light hazel
Facial Features: round heart shape
Build: Petite Slender | Starving
Tattoos/Piercings: Septum
Scars: Bear Claw mark
Clothing Style: Hippie loose fabric
Notable Physical Feature: The beads in her dreads are in
symbolic blessing to the season she's honoring



P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N


Strengths (skills/talents): Herbology, remedies, cleansing, tea making
Weaknesses: Animals, People's feelings, the night sky, the cosmos
Likes: Flowers, Succulents, water, peace, breathing
Dislikes: Arrogance, disrespect, negative energy
Phobias/Fears: Fatigue, The mental fog, Domestic Violence
Demeanor: A heart of a humming bird always rapidly beating for those
around her. They could be strangers, they could be loved ones, and they
could be even her enemy. Her heart is too big to hold and is shown on
her sleeve. She seeks the best in the world and only wants to change it
one step at a time.

Inventory: A backpack of so many books, salt, tea bags, keys, tarot
cards, a camera and crystals

Pets: A little micro pig named scribbles. All white with a black spot over his eye.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S


Family
Father = Jimbo Lastor [Deceased]
Mother = Hilary Lastor [MIA Probably Dead]
Brother(s) = Levi Lastor [Living Life in the Tropics]
Sister(s) = None
Spouse/Partner = Never makes it pass the 2nd date
Children = Absolutely Not.

Allies
O the She-Wolf Goddess

Enemies
Never make enemies with a good witch, dearie.



A B I L I T I E S

Cosmic Witch
Basic Powers:
• Cleansing Spells
• New Moon & Full Moon Rituals for Energy Renewal
• Banishing Spells
• Prosperity Spells
• Locating Spells
• Palmistry
• Tarot reading
• Protection circle drawing

Higher Powers:
• Elemental Binding
• Protection shielding
• Connection to the spiritual world

Master Powers:
• Astral Projection
• Affliction
• Clairvoyance
• Telekinesis
• Telepathy
• Psychic
• Healing


C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y


"My life is a story with just pictures, there really isn't much to tell."

Devon Lastor is just simply ordinary. At least from a bird's eye view. Within the picture perfect story she presents she's lived in a cult from the original covens of traditional Wicca. She was born into this lifestyle from her mother, Hilary. Who is the raging alcoholic crazy lady of Virginia. The mother went missing during Devon's late teenage years and hasn't been seen since. Devon believes she finally found freedom Northward maybe Alaska, where Devon actually was born. Lucky for her, but horrible for Devon being left behind with her father and brother. Devon wanted no part of the witchcraft growing up. In the coven, it's ran like a cult and it's desired of only one belief and preached to the rest which she didn't believe in. It wasn't so much about the spiritual energy of magic. That blossomed like a sunflower to her core it was the social class within the coven. Her father and brother were treated like animals whereas she was treated like a princess. They were forced to be separated and closed off from the men. Things were going for the worst within the coven, disease was spreading, and the females of the group were becoming of terror. She had to get out and save her family.  However, one doesn't simply get to choose to leave such a lifestyle. Especially in a coven of sister witches who are power hungry by the number of the group and not spirituality of the group. Devon broke from the coven's reigns during one of the darkest nights of the year. during Yuletide with her father and brother. She's sure of it the coven may look for her, but a coven with only strength in numbers only cares about numbers so why would they look for just one witch?

Jimbo Lastor, Devon's father, found a new start in New Orleans. Buying out an old warehouse. The family of three built this warehouse into a unforgettable get away spa resort of natural lake baths within the building. Devon's green thumb touch covered the industrial walls with thick green vines and nature life. To this day, Jimbo called his business Leafy Greens. Devon was naturally gifted with a green thumb but a witch never leaves the craft once they opened that first page to the book of spirituality. She started feeling that little flame flicker with the whispers of the other side haunting her. She began practicing the art of witchcraft for the sake of her sanity. Feeding her green interest till, things started becoming harder to live a normal life. First it was whispers, second it was seeing ghosts, and third was the dark side of the spirit world no one tells you about. Ten years of solitary witchcraft, she opened the door to the pathway of cosmic wicca.

She inherited the bathhouse from her father who recently passed and lives a humble life for a witch. Her brother never came home one night. She informed the local authorities, but has no idea what happened to him. For now she just lives for today and hopes for a better tomorrow.  Unaware of exactly what kind of power she possesses because she isn't in it for the power.

G E N E R A L I N F O M A T I O N


Name: Jasper Rhorke
Nickname: He goes by his last name.
Alias: N/A

Human Subset: Cradle Witch

Age: 27
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Scientist and Professional Fixer


A P P E A R A N C E


Height: 6’0”
Weight: 174 lbs.
Hair Style/Color: Dark brown, longish and swept back
Eye Color: Light blue
Facial Features: Angular and sharp
Build: Slim and athletic
Tattoos/Piercings: Three Celtic runes in the shape of a triangle that represent power, protective,
and knowledge tattooed over his heart and the Sagittarius constellation tattooed over his right ribs
Scars: A gash on his left cheek that resembles a dimple
Clothing Style: Rhorke is a man who enjoys good style. You will always finds him in business
casual clothing, dress shirt or turtleneck tucked into some nice slacks with shining, leather
dress shoes. Often, and if the weather allows it, he'll throw a long pea coat on over the
ensemble to top it off. He also employs accessories such as watches, scarves, and belts.
If he has no coat on, his shirt's sleeves will be rolled up to his elbows. He mostly deals in
dark colors, blacks and greys and dark reds. You will never catch him without his bracelet
made out of braided twigs, his obsidian pendant necklace, and his silver ring, all of which
are amulets that he has spelled with several preparatory enchantments in case he found
himself in a sticky situation.
Notable Physical Feature: He has been told many times that his face looks “evil”, whatever
that means. The gash too.


P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N


Strengths (skills/talents): Magic I Experimentation I Strategy I Reconnaissance I Torture I
Interrogation I Hand-to-Hand Combat I Intelligence
Weaknesses: Obsessive Personality I Stubbornness I Isolation I Curiosity
Likes: Learning I Research I Socialization I Painting I Magic
Dislikes: Arrogance I Close-Mindedness I Stagnancy I Fish
Phobias/Fears: Claustrophobia
Demeanor: While not on business, Rhorke is a very agreeable person. One can even call
him charismatic. He's quick to smile and interact. He has a smoothness about him that
tells that he's no stranger to talking. He is quite friendly and open, as well as confident, no
matter who he's speaking to. While doing business, however, his demeanor switches. He
is cold and impersonal and rarely speaks. He keeps his face blank, and when he does
have to speak, he does so with a voice dead of any sort of emotion or inflection. He's
succinct and efficient, he wastes no time. It's completely different from how he usually
acts, and he has become quite efficient on switching personas at the drop of a dime.

Inventory: Small notebook I Phone I Keys I Wallet
Silver 2017 Mercedes-Benz C300 Coupe


Pets (keep it basic): None.

Weapons: Occasionally a dagger



R E L A T I O N S H I P S


Family
Father = Yosef Rhorke
Mother = Kaye Reiner-Rhorke

Allies
TBD

Enemies
TBD



A B I L I T I E S


Owing to the magical education he received when growing up, the training he went through
when first becoming a fixer, and his continued learning and training as he travelled the world
encountering and studying different cultures, he has developed a diverse and extensive set
of magical skills that allows him to switch between types of magic effectively. The magic that
he is naturally talented in and utilizes most, however, is traditional magic while his weakest
by far is white magic.

Basic Powers
• Telekinesis
• Divination/Scrying
• Radio Wave interference
• Empathy
• Spell Casting/Glamour
• Pain Infliction
• Spiritual Sensing

Higher Powers
• Hexes/Curses
• Clairvoyance
• Mediumship
• Invocation
• Conjuration
• Moderate Injury Healing
• Moderate Illness Healing

Master Powers
• Reality Warping
• Elemental Control
• Mind Stunning/Control/Hypnosis

C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y


Rhorke was born to two Cradle witches in Brunswick, Maine. From a young age, he was
tutored in the magical arts. Even though both of his parents specialized in traditional
magic, they made sure to diversify his training so that he could be at least proficient in
each art of magic. They soon found their son to be a quick, insatiable learner. He always
wanted to know more, and his parents indulged him the best they could. That didn't mean
that they neglected to educate him traditionally either. Due to their impressive wealth, they
were able to get him the best schooling possible. While there, he discovered his love for
science. It was so fascinating to him, the scientific process, and how the world established
what was true and what wasn't in terms of the fundamentals of nature and the universe.

Combining the experimentation of mundane science with the wonders of magic, he discovered
his calling at the age of 16. He wanted to understand magic the way no one had ever
understood it before, and the only way to do that was to learn as much as he could, and to
push the boundaries to go beyond and learn more, and the only way to do that was by one,
travelling, and two, experimentation. He needed to apply what he had learned from the
humans to magic and its very existence, and he needed to do that with every kind of
magic, ergo the travelling. He shared this dream with his parents who were hesitant to
offer him their support. They advised him to wait until his mundane schooling was over, then
a decision could be made.

Rhorke did as they said. He finished his school, graduated, and approached them once
more. Once again, they cautioned him to hold off and to go to university so that he could
have a backup in case his dream fell through. Seeing the wisdom in the advice, he did as
they said and completed a double degree program, getting a double Bachelor's in chemistry
and biology. He approached them a last time, sure that they would grant him their blessing.
They did so finally, though they would offer him no monetary assistance for his travels and
lodging. He accepted this and began to make plans. He did have to figure out the money
situation, after all. One night when he was up late in the parlor of his family's home, a
servant approached him, one he had never really noticed before, and told him that he had
an opportunity for him if he needed a way to get money. Rhorke was intrigued and told the
servant to go on.

The servant, Giovanni, his name was, proceeded to tell him about what a supernatural fixer
was. Essentially a man-for-hire, a fixer did just as the title suggested. He or she would fix
whatever they were paid to fix. Maybe that required killing someone. Maybe that required
wiping someone's memory. Maybe that require torture and interrogation. Whatever it was, a
fixer would do. For a price, of course. Giovanni told him all of this, and that with Rhorke's
skills, that he thought he would make a wonderful fixer, and that if he were interested, that
he could connect him with some people who could break him into that world. Needless to
say, it was intriguing to the young witch. Here was an opportunity to make more money
than he could imagine, but beyond that, it would also allow him to further his goal in an
expediated and efficient manner. Yes, he would have to do some unsavory things, but from
what Giovanni described, he could pick and choose who he did those unsavory things to.
It seemed like the best course of action.

With it decided, the next morning the witch met with Giovanni and told him his decision.
The servant was quite pleased, and expressed so, but didn't waste any time. A minute later,
he was on the phone with someone unknown, and then an hour after that, he and Rhorke were
driving away from the witch's family manor, bags packed and thrown into the trunk. The
months that proceeded were interesting indeed. Vincent's contacts assessed Rhorke's
level of ability and trained him up from there. The witch was all too glad to do so. After that,
he was introduced to his first client and job. He completed said job to the satisfaction of the
client, and he got his first paycheck. From then on, it only continued. He travelled, learning
all he could from the various preternaturals that he met and completing jobs as he did so
to fund his dream. He soon garnered a reputation as a professional and effective fixer, one
that would make all your problems go away for the right price.

With the money that he gained, he gathered the materials that he needed to complete his
experiments easily, and if he ever needed a dead body of a preternatural, he wouldn't have
to wait long due to the nature of his work. Every person he chose to kill was scum anyway.
It was a very effective system that left him satisfied at the end of the day, even after years
of doing it. As he travelled, he kept hearing of New Orleans, a city that seemed to teem with
preternaturals of every variety. It was like a pot of gold to him. He simply couldn't resist. He
is now in New Orleans, looking to establish himself in this city that seems to hold every
opportunity. Needless to say, he's very excited.

G E N E R A L I N F O M A T I O N


My heart is empty
They call me devil
Just try and tempt me
I'll steal your soul
I'll eat you whole
Ain't no other way

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Name: Charlotte Lilliana Ainsley
Nickname: N/A
Alias: The Countess

Human Subset: Spark Witch

Age: Appears Twenty-Six
Gender: Female
Orientation: Whatever is necessary to survive
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Wicked Witch of the Romano Mob


A P P E A R A N C E


Height: 5'1".
Weight: 115 lb.
Hair Style/Color: Shoulder-length brown hair; straight.
Eye Color: Hazel.
Facial Features: Square/Round face shape with high, prominent cheekbones.
Build: Slender with a modest sized bust and round rear.
Tattoos/Piercings: Regular ears. Has one tattoo at the back of her neck that is
charmed and allows her to see in the dark. Another is placed along her foot that gives
her the ability to sense someone and their species once they near 30 ft.
Scars: None.
Clothing Style: Usual found wearing fine attire of high priced value.
Notable Physical Feature: Her cheekbones and full lips.



P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N


Strengths: Dark Magick | Blood Magick | Manipulation
Weaknesses: Her heart. If anyone were to find it they could obtain control over her.
Likes: Control | Manipulation | Power | High Culture | Classical Music | Piano | A room with a view | Appearing Innocent | Academia | Potion Making
Dislikes: No Control | Being Subservient | Feeling Emotion | Her Heart | Demons
Phobias/Fears: Charlotte has a fear of being 'enslaved' like she had been during her younger years and losing the control she has over herself. Feeling emotions and losing to the Demon that hunts her down would be enough to make her crack if not for her removing her heart. To have it back would probably cause her to fall apart mentally and emotionally.  
Demeanor: Due to sealing away her emotions, and her very heart, Charlotte has little
regard for the emotions and well-being of others. Dealt a horrific hand in life due to her families
lifestyle and mistakes, she was shown the true cruelty mankind could achieve and it only caused
the girl to twist into an angry, hateful woman. She walks as if she is untouchable, doing whatever
she can to accomplish her ends. Trying to find any means to unbind herself from a pact made against
her consent. Hopeless with pain, she tossed aside emotions, aiming for a life without the torture of
how she truly feels. This leads her now to being a cold killer, refusing to die until she knows her soul
is safe, or at least out of the hands of a dark hearted demon that only thinks of her as an item to possess.

Inventory/Weapons:

Runes made of real human bones and blood.


Ceremonial Dagger.



R E L A T I O N S H I P S


Family
Charlotte had a family long ago.
They are now dead and unremarkable.

Allies

Lucian Romano - The son of Marcus Romano, the Head of the Romano Mafia. She has
Lucian tied around her finger and he does not even know it. While they are not exclusive, the two
are known to be intimate here and again.


Enemies

Marcus Romano - Even though she aids in the families expansion, Marcus does not trust
nor care for Charlotte's presence. He senses something far more twisted about the young woman
and does not like her being so involved in the business. Even though he does favour the power she
contributes, he finds her trouble is exceeding her usefulness and is keeping an eye on her.



A B I L I T I E S


Dark, Black, Blood Magick
Charlotte is capable of twisting magick in a wicked way, producing violent
results that can range in Hexes, Curses, and other sorts. While her skills were
not innate, she did work extreamly hard for her gifts and uses them in ways that
aid in her success and desires. She is not a woman to be trifled with.

Basic Powers
• Telekinesis
• Spell Casting
• Invocation
• Scrying

Higher Powers
• Hexes/Curses
• Dream Interference
• Pain Infliction
• Potion Brewing

Master Powers
• Demonic Mediumship  
• Conjuration
• Hypnosis/Voice Manipulation
• Glamour
• Immortality

**Charlotte's soul was sold against her will for the advantage of her Father. She would have been
bound to Hell if not for twisting her pains and seeking loopholes where many would have fallen short.
Now, however, after centuries of managing to play the evasion game, the Devil is hungry for his
payment so Charlotte is on borrowed time. She is desperate to unbind the trade made without her
consent, and will do anything that could allow her to die in peace and of freedom.





C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y


Charlotte Lillianna Ainsley was not a woman of riches and wealth. Sealed into a life of poverty and under the thumb
of a man drowning from greed, this young woman had no choice but to try and survive in a world of patriarchy where
her word was little to nothing and her body was constantly for sale. Her mother had perished during childbirth and
instead of being abandoned, her father raised her as a servant, the one who had no choice but to feel the brunt of his
rage in what he believed was from not getting what he deserved from society. Eventually he had come to marry a
woman as equally selfish as him and encouraged him to make use of his daughter as a whore, for taxes were high and
both of their pockets were dry. The woman's own son painted a blind eye, disliking the cruelty but refusing to step up
to stop the insanity. Each day was a new face. A new pair of chapped lips with foul breath stained of cheap wine. At
first she screamed but it did nothing but cause more pain. Eventually Charlotte became mute, just allowed it to
happen while her eyes stared at the molded wooden ceiling, wishing for death just to make it stop.

The pockets of the hormonal were not enough, however, and Charlotte's father came across an ambiguous man promising
what he believed he deserved if he just signed the dotted line. Instead of writing away his own life, though, he sold that
of Charlottes. Uncaring as always in the act. The dark grin could be seen in the dim lantern lighting but in a blink he was
gone, yet as a replacement there did Charlotte's father come across bountiful wealth.

They moved, 'moving up' in the world as Charlotte's father claimed, and while the use of her body stopped for sex it did
not give her better treatment. A servant in the house, a maid without pay, nothing truly changed except the landscape.
When being instructed to obtain goods from the markets, that is when Charlotte came across a woman selling wares just
outside of town. She cried for the young girl, said the pain was written on every inch of her skin, but she spoke of ways to
change the tide. Succumbing to her persuasion, Charlotte purchased some of her content and that is when her true path
began.

She exchanged sex, now, to be taught how to read. After which she threw herself into the secret novels purchased, indulging
her senses on the content that seemed unbelievable. It was a dark and deadly path but she ached to have some semblance
of control. Charlotte wanted, if anything, to be free. As the years stretched on and she was surpassing her twentieth age, her
skill evolved, able to now perform things that she knew could mark her in liege with the Devil if prying eyes came to peak.

This allowed her to flee. Running away from the pain and sadness of her cruel life. Only she did not get far, and could not
not do true feats of magical change, for the 'family' found her and dragged her back. It was then Charlotte new that running
was not the answer, but death on each body who had marked her own. Unable to perform it though, was her doom. Still
far too soft. Meek and gentle. So, in exchange, Charlotte sought out what she could and tried to find ways to push against
her humanity. It led her to a small, reclusive coven, and the discovery of a dark practice that would be painful, but would
free her from the burden of guilt, pain, sadness, and sensitivity.

For Charlotte is was more than revenge. This was the freedom from her hauntings. To be able to walk without the baggage
of her past fears. The decision was then made, and when the practice was done, Charlotte awoken feeling rejuvenated.
She was a whole new woman. Light, free, and without shame. Now, the idea of killing them all did not make her feel guilt
or fear. Instead, it felt like nothing. Easy. No care to be given. Charlotte murdered them all slow and vile, even going after
her step-brothers family that he had accumulated through marriage. The wife. The children. The whole house burned.

Finally free. Finally away from it all. Finally owning her life and having control. While the plan was just to kill and move on,
her path was already sealed. All of this predetermined. The Devil that got her father to sign knew what would follow. It
wanted her strong and violent and full of rage; build her up to destroy. Yet when He arrived, Charlotte refused to bend.
This truth ticked her off and she pulled out every stop in her book to prevent it. The knowledge that she, herself, did not
truly sign turned to bite Him in the rear end. He could follow and hunt but he could not yet obtain. But, while she was
out, she was not yet entirely free. Her death would only lead her into His palm and that was not negotiable.

To shift the tides, Charlotte became a cruel woman, lost to her rage and refusing to be submissive to any man,
ever again. Even that of the Devil. Humans became fodder and she did whatever she could to extend her life,
unable to fall into deaths embrace for it was an end she knew that could not be allowed. Her deepest fear was to be caged,
once again, against her consent. To be used and abused without her control. So the kind, gentle, hurting Charlotte
ceased to exist. She buried her heart and aimed to find any way to get herself out of this binding. Centuries have passed,
but the time is finally ticking to the end. More demons, more hunting's, the thirst of the Devil was now ravenous.

Charlotte refuses to die. No, not until she finds the true exit out of this contract. Even if she has to burn this entire world
to a god damn crisp, Charlotte will not be any man's easily discarded whore again. Especially to the Devil.

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Does it get your blood boiling, does it make you see red?
Do you wanna destroy it, does it get in your head?
Cause it gets my blood boiling and I’m coming unglued
It would hit you like poison if you knew what I knew
You would be angry too