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name:ㅤankou
age:ㅤageless
gender: agender, fluid.
orientation: pansexual
epitaph: the watchman of death, hades' guide, the ferryman, the death keeper

hair:ㅤsilver, soft blue undertone hue
eyes:ㅤcrimson
height:ㅤ6'7, lanky, subtly toned
accessories:ㅤdangling earrings, chain links adorning attire, two hair ties that contain long front locks.

positivesㅤprotective, calm, intelligent, playful, honest, distant, gentle
negativeㅤcynical, jaded, indifferent to most humans, vindictive
likesㅤballroom dance, flowers, stargazing, floral teas, sweet deserts
dislikesㅤhuman arrogance, uselessness, far too sunny days

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hobbiesㅤreading, writing, dance ( ballroom ), gardening, people watching
abilitiesㅤregeneration, black magic, teleportation, soul manipulation

*ㅤankou is a very canon - divergent character. the way he is played out in his canon game is something i do not support in any way. so you will not see any manner of canon content from me.

ankou, the watchman of deathㅤ-ㅤin every sense of the word, he should be that which brings terror forth from perishing lips. yetㅤ-ㅤit is said that ankou has brought forth nothing but peaceful passing. what should be an agonizing end is replaced by that of happier days, meek smiles, bittersweet farewells. all before he guides your soul to the depths of hades.

but he who has witnessed generations pass him by. ankou has been stuck in the endless loop of life and death, reincarnation and damnation. a mysterious fellow who holds nothing more than the innocent seed of curiosity in a world so cruel and untamed. a more often than not gentle spirit, ankou searches for a purpose beyond what he is. what he can be, if this ache of loneliness in his chest can be cured. where the yearning in his heart be quelled. but what could stir this ancient heart? at least, one thing remains certain should you be reborn, he'll be sure to greet you once more when the time comes.

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name:ㅤlucas proust
age:ㅤ22
gender: bigender
orientation: bisexual
occupation: teacher

hair:ㅤsoft blonde
eyes:ㅤsapphire
height:ㅤ5'6, lanky, subtly toned
accessories:ㅤdangling earrings, chain links adorning attire, one dark bow tying off the end of his braid

positivesㅤprotective, calm, intelligent
negativeㅤpossessive, obsessive, violent
likesㅤstargazing, night walks, animals, witnessing the joys of childhood and youth
dislikesㅤhuman arrogance, uselessness, far too sunny days

hobbiesㅤreading, writing, gardening
abilitiesㅤinhuman strength, speed, and endurance

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*ㅤlucas is also someone who is deeply traumatized, manipulated, literally brainwashed and this can affect his mind heavily. something that can trigger his murderous tendencies, when that happens. it is not easy to kill him or subdue him unless extreme circumstances occur, he has single handedly killed over hundreds of people in a single night. i mean it when i say he is not someone to be trifled with.

lucas proust is the eldest son of the proust family and the older brother to the young nadia proust.__ in their youth, they were an inseparable duoㅤ;ㅤhowever, with the brutal training lucas had underwent with their father and a traumatic experience involving a reliver. he had developed a deep hatred for them, he will die as a human. never to recreated to live a loveless, lifeless existence. this promise to himself put him at odds with his parents and with nadia's born illness, he fled with her on his back to find some way to cure it. here is where he meets a man name capucine, he who gives the promise of curing his sister, and by the means of medicine and science, nadia slowly becomes better. a miracle, as they told lucas, young impressionable lucas.it was said that if he killed and offered up the hearts of relivers to their god. they would heal her, nadia could live the life of a normal girl not confined to a bed, only ever able to look out the window as the world passed her by. and so, despite the sickening reality, lucas commits himself to healing nadia through his faith. even if the blood that stains his hands has left him weeping in the dead of night. begging for them to never forgive him for what he does, and will continue to do.** there is nothing worthy in him,** not when he uses this talent, this strength of his own to harm and take life when life is all he has ever loved. beautiful, gentle life. he would only know hell from hence forth.lucas is a teacher most kind, considerate, and protective of all students of his of both past lessons and current. people don't know much about him or his past, current ongoing outside of his work and keeps much about him on the quiet side. lucas doesn't often go into personal details in his life. he is a religious man, but never forces his beliefs on others. however, believes greatly in encouraging those to seek out happiness of their own making than what fate has in store for them. even if he may not like who said people chose to become. has a deep dislike of relivers ( people who clone themselves to prolong their lifespan to combat the curse of death ). it is so deeply rooted in his being, this hatred, that he is a part of an anti - reliver organization. this, however, is not common knowledge. he is cordial at best, but his dislike remains. it is known within the game that he is a serial killer, please keep this in mind when interacting with him. while he targets relivers, he isn't against killing those that get in his way. he has superhuman strength that he has honed to the point where it is easy for him to 1. control 2. cause devastating damage to one's body.

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name : fuji akiyama
epitaph : the mystique of eld, the coven witch, the necromancer, the devil’s lover, the dream walker
age : +200 years old
gender : genderfluid, he/she
dob : september 22nd, fuji was an autumnal equinox baby.
race/eth. : japanese, european. mother is european, father is japanese.
sexuality : pansexual
occupation : the owner of the corpse dancer boutique, the third head of the hybrid faction, an information broker on the downlow.

hair : visual reference to hairstyle, length reaches down to calves, but a dark, dark green - naturally looks black but in sunlight shimmers a dark earthly green (#0f1110). with muddy olive green (#332d24) highlights.
eyes : sharp, hooded eyes. milky latte brown in color. eye shape are serpentine.
height : 6’0
build : lean, pleasant musculature, between ectomorph - mesomorph.
features : burn scars deep in his back, full of symbols unknown to the world - unknown to everyone but him. long eyelashes, always dresses femininely, but does occasionally wear masculine - presented attires. claws. slightly pointed ears, easy to miss. full lips, cute cupid’s bow.

positive : playful, curious, intelligent, wise, generous, creative, inquisitive, emotionally intelligent
negative : cruel, cunning, manipulative, violent, obsessive, possessive, power hungry, petty, vengeful
likes : literature, cosmetics, art, dogs, birds, snakes, fashion design, harvest seasons, sunsets, warm hearty meals, wine, the moon / stars, nature, academic endeavors, antiques
dislikes : far too sunny days, hot weather, crowds, boredom, bitter drinks, mirrors, noisy environments, thunderstorms, silence, isolation

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hobby : fan dancing, sewing, reading, calligraphy, singing, hunting, stargazing, cooking/baking, swimming, exploring, writing poetry, modeling new outfits, jewelry design, embroidery, flower pressing, interior design, traveling

va inspiration : messmer from elden ring
zodiac : virgo
debilitations : fuji suffers from amnesia, and odd bouts of face blindness but not in the common neurological way. in simple terms, due to the ritual he was put through, he cannot remember the faces of everyone who was involved in his death until he is re-exposed to his traumas. when people speak of his past involving his death, he cannot hear their words. it is not something he can help. fuji is also an emotionally volatile individual when it comes to the topics of being wanted and loved, this borders of obsession and desperation rooted in fear.

*ㅤfuji is considered to be a widely disliked individual within the supernatural world. a creature most unnatural, an existence entirely of her own misery. he is often using her beauty to gain the favor of those around her in order to hold a thumb over the political pool of fools. there is nothing that will ever deny her of the yearning in her silent heartㅤ-ㅤfor her lips have spoken it : know me, see me, love me, want me.

YOUR NAME, FUJI AKIYAMA, to you. the world is cold, brutal. to you it is full of cruelty and hatred. it is filled to the brim of greed, abandonment, hedonism - to you, it has left you lonely. for one night, you hope it is a kindness to pluck the life from your victims, to save them from this horrendous world. to you, there is nothing better than the mercy of a kill, may it be swift, may it be painless. or so you believe that, too, when the world could not give you that peace, that mercy, either. you live in the type of world that would rather see you burn, to see, in you, the worst parts of yourself and judge you for it. let them, you think, let them forge their rumors off fear and disdain.they oft speak of your cruelty, your lies, your saccharine tongue - the beauty you possess, the fear you instill from just look alone. the coven mother, the devil’s kiss, the bastard of the northern sanctum - most are willing to give you what you want. only for the mere reason chalked up to your allure, like earthly night, kissed by starlight fairness. your magic is ancient, something that was sapped from . . . somewhere . . . where did this power come from again? the memories have been so vague, but you remember the flashing of faces that have raced across your mind. they have haunted your dreams for as long as you can remember. you were found, weak, dirty, and covered by mud, leaves, blood, and soot, in the middle of a woodland glade under the starry sky. you can’t remember how you got there. you wish you did.

FACTS

fuji is an individual who suffers from amnesia, his life just before waking up is cloudy and vague at best. plagued by memories he cannot decipher, and by faces that feel familiar yet unable to be called upon - he lives his life as an oddity at best, for it seems like the world knows who he is but himself. when they try to speak of his past, the world goes mute, lips move yet no words spill forth. a troubling ordeal, it seems, he must find himself. one way or another, with this magic burning like starlight in his veins, and these scars burned into the very flesh of his back. fuji hopes to discover and unravel the mystery of himself, all while tending to public matters as the third head of the hybrid faction. such boring responsibilities when he could do anything else. oh, well . . .

fuji is the owner of the akiyama estate, a unique and mysterious mansion in the northern parts of the grand sanctum. here, this estate is often crawling with his coven witches. where ritual and initiations take place, but more times than not, it is an empty, barren coffin. a lonely place for a lonely person, all the paintings of a family he cannot remember are all . . . blurry? all but his face seems to be obscured, by what? he cannot seem to know, no magic or trick has been enough to dispel this fog in his mind.

you often find yourself escaping to the woodlands in your time of loneliness, the place has always seemed more like a home than that stuffy mansion. with all of its antique beauty, there is no warmth to it. but here where the sun can kiss your skin and the wildlife prance and play, where nature sings to itself, and sway with the breeze of earthly affection - with dewy dirt and grass, petrichor, you love that scent. the musty scent of the world, as it fills your lungs and dirties your clothes when you throw yourself to the ground. to lay with mother earth, to be embraced by her many arms - where the insects buzz and the animal carcasses are eaten by the fungus, borrowed deep within the land, where chills are nothing more than rejuvenating kisses upon your skin. you wonder where you belong, and why you’ve been abandoned in the first place.

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name:ㅤneuvillette
age:ㅤageless
gender:ㅤ???
species:ㅤdragon
orientation:ㅤpansexual
occupation:ㅤdragon sovereign, serpent of the depths, the origin

hair:ㅤthigh length, white, blue highlights that glow
eyes:ㅤpurple gray, dark blue rings around irises

positives:ㅤintelligent, resourceful, considerate
negative:ㅤcritical, isolates, keeps many at arms length
likes:ㅤliterature, twinkling pearls, lost trinkets that wash up on his shores, fruit,
dislikes:ㅤignorance, nosy individuals, arrogance, the dark, a minimal displeasure with humans, busy schedules

hobbies:ㅤscavenging small trinkets, reading, people watching, work work work, moongazing

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*ㅤneuvillette is considered to be the origin. of the merfolk ( this does not apply to any and all ocs that are / may be merfolk themselves. this is for my lore only ). from nothing came life born of his tears, each drop of ichor blossomed a curious creature. then beautiful foliage, and after? daughters born of blood, small and cheerfulㅤ-ㅤcurious in nature and kind to a fault. before he knew it, a kingdom was born.

in the world of water, loneliness, and loss. neuvillette stands at the pinnacle of their history, their beginning, the being who shall see their end and witness their world take them away. nothing but a swath of seafoam will all be what is left of them. a sacrifice he was willing to make, a kindness he believed it to be and yet the price for his sacrifice seemed to have bore ill.ㅤthe oceans that surround them are plagued by the inky darkness, their innermost workings full of dangers beyond imagineㅤ-ㅤmany have stepped foot within its dark water and never have they returned the same.afflicted with hallucinations, night terrors, and hysteria. the sight was always upsetting, to see bright eyed folk venture out despite knowing the dangers. hoping to see the world above only to come back with fear and tales of monsters hidden within the dark. every affliction leads to containment, an act neuvillette knows is against their very being.ㅤfreedom.ㅤthat is the very definition of his people. but the reality that no other should come to learn, this plague that surrounds his kingdom is of his own making. a result of his sacrifice, happiness for their freedomㅤ-ㅤoh, how his once naïveté haunts him forever now.what could be done? as time continued to pass, if anyone was able to venture to the illuminous waters neuvillette himself sanctifies then they are allowed to stay. tales of the outer most waters, even the smallest region of seas have seemed to be plagued by this darkness. only then has the weight of his decision finally settled in. what could be done? he does not know, but should he leave, the last of his powers shall fade away with himㅤ:ㅤallowing all to be consumed by the dark.

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name:ㅤais
age:ㅤ325, looks 28
gender:ㅤcis male, he/him
orientation: bisexual
species:ㅤeldritch demon
occupation:ㅤkeeper of the red spring

hair:ㅤshort, black with white ends
height: 6'1
eyes:ㅤcrimson red, slit pupils
horn color:ㅤcrimson red

positives:ㅤloyal, protective, considerate
negative:ㅤviolent, mocking, emotion - driven
likes:ㅤliterature, vere, smoking, bar fights, his pets, fruit
dislikes:ㅤeasy fights, mhin, seafood, isolation

hobbies:ㅤpicking up new languages, fighting, night life endeavors, drinking, stargazing

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*ㅤais is considered as a widely feared individual.ㅤhis arrival led to an inevitable display of power which has garnered himself a following with the promise of a cure - all, but the costs outweigh the results every time.

lost, little sparrow? ㅤcloaked in the scent of smoke and blood, ais is infamous in eridia for being a violent, unpredictable outsider. his intimidating demeanor and easy confidence suggests he was once a seasoned leader, but now he’s alone — unless you count the ancient, eldritch being he formed a pact with.with his borrowed, unnerving abilities, ais seems capable of curing you . . . but a sick sense of dread surrounds him. he’s beginning to suspect that he may not be as in control of his powers as he thought. can you save each other, or will he drag you down into the abyss with him?ais is a demon who seems quite laid back with a casual and playful demeanor; however, he isn't of the same vein as one could say . . . vere or leander. but he is often considered a violent monster to be around. with a dizzying presence - was that another monster surrounding him or a hallucination? you can't tell, no one has ever been able to decipher exactly what they're seeing when gazing upon this horned man.it's heavily implied he has . . . a history with the violent vulpine, vere. but how deep into detail he'll go is unknown, though . . . it seems that the fellow monster is a bit of a soft spot for the demon. again, he isn't one to kiss and tell.

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name:ㅤvere
age:ㅤ+425, looks 25
gender:ㅤtrans man, he/him
orientation: bisexual
species:ㅤfox spirit variant
occupation:ㅤthe senobium's hound

hair:ㅤscarlet w. auburn tips
height:ㅤ5'9, lean, svelte
eyes:ㅤa soft alluring pink, white rings around his pupils with red specks

positives:ㅤloyal, protective, considerate
negative:ㅤviolent, mocking, emotion - driven
likes:ㅤliterature, ais, cooking (badly), making people squirm, drawing, fruit oolong teas
dislikes:ㅤleander, rules, picking up the bill, puzzles, snow

hobbies:ㅤcooking, drawing, singing, dancing, music and luxuriesㅤ

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*ㅤvere is a mysterious individual.ㅤa lot of his rumors have circulated around the fact that he is never, ever meant to be trusted. even if he was your last resort, a man who could very easily sell a miracle on false terms. vere enjoys the fear in anyone's eyes when he comes near.

centuries ago , the senobium bound a wicked beast with a magic collar, sealing his powers and forcing his obedience . known for his sharp tongue and biting wit, vere has long done the senobium's dirty work with a sly smile, but he's grown restless.as your paths cross, vere makes it clear that he's powerful - and curious enough to vanquish your ailments . . . that is, if you help him escape. but there's no telling what a beast as cunning and ruthless as vere will do once unleashed. can he be trusted, or does he simply enjoy playing with his food?deep down, it seems like vere's act is all but a front to guard himself. the only one who knows the true colors of this charlatan is the demon renegade, ais. their history with one another runs deeper than mere skin contact. it is clear there is also a hint of protectiveness regarding the demon whenever he is mentioned, but at the end of the day. vere will lead you on a chase for the hidden meanings behind his words. are you willing to figure him out?

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name: jiaoqiu
age: ageless, visually 35
gender: genderfluid, masc. presenting
sexuality: pansexual, polyamorous
occupation: the banquet's eternal healer

hair:ㅤsoft coral
height:ㅤ5'10, lean
eyes:ㅤhoney amber

positives:ㅤintelligent, playful, curious, resourceful, empathetic
negative:ㅤcunning, occasionally manipulative
likes:ㅤliterature, spicy foods, berries, poetry, nature walks, helping others, dreams
dislikes:ㅤignorance, coriander, unnecessary violence, trespassers, nosy individuals, discord

hobbies:ㅤcooking, drawing, singing, dancing, music and luxuries, nature walks, botany, herbalism, fishing ( once ), storytelling, writing ( once )

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*ㅤjiaoqiu is a mysterious individual.ㅤhe has lived for centuries and is considered a divine by pure longevity. a huli jing who has managed to achieve form, for as long as time could tell. jiaoqiu was a malevolent creature before something in him changed. perhaps it is for the best.

like the seasons change, so does the dishes. from seared cuts of venison to the fatty meats of beef sourced from the healthiest of cattle of the springtime realms. the vegetation is to die for in its variety and many leave with bellies full and grins wide of satisfaction. at the head, jiaoqiu is the host and at the helm of every celebratory banquet across every realm. whatever the occasion, there is no other who could match the expertise of the fox. his realm is full of grand waterfalls, auburn leaves falls and fly upon frigid winds, the golden fields decorated with the healthiest of produce. some mystical that can only be created and cared for by his meticulous hands, and others of the more common variety.here is where he is most at ease, the eternal banquet. where any and all can come to rest, to heal, to find a cureㅤ-ㅤanyone can find what they desire if they find the healer. but despite this seemingly easy task, the rivulets of smoke that waft throughout the banquet from the scalding cauldron makes it a mission most troublingㅤ-ㅤeven then, who is to say that the fox will simply give away the cure? there have been many stories where jiaoqiu has struck deals. a life for a story. but not just any story, a memory dear to the holder. if it is a worthy one, they shall have the cure, and him? why, the memory now belongs to him, enshrined in the feathers of his fan.but enough about the habitual ways of a mysterious fox spirit, hm? jiaoqiu is not the type to speak of his past and the many woes that plague his memories. instead, he'd rather turn his hand to healing than harming,ㅤyou're too soft for a foxㅤmany have said, to which he smiles politely, with honey amber hidden behind gold dusted eyelids.ㅤi believe my efforts are more beneficial to the fools than the mightyㅤis all that comes. no one understands why a demon would turn to healing, it's unheard of in the very nature of demons. even if many can be benevolent, in this era and age it has become less and less commonㅤ-ㅤwhat was his aim?

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name: jane doe
real name: roxanne farina de rossi
age: 32
gender: cis female
sexuality: pansexual
occupation: criminal specialist, assassin, consultant

hair:ㅤblack with maroon gradients
height:ㅤ5'7, hourglass, voluptuous
eyes:ㅤcharcoal blue

positives:ㅤintelligent, playful, curious, resourceful
negative:ㅤcunning, manipulative, deceptive
likes:ㅤfigure skating, fashion, mind games
dislikes:ㅤnosy individuals,

hobbies:ㅤcooking, drawing, singing, dancing, music and luxuries, nature walks, botany, herbalism, fishing ( once ), storytelling, writing ( once )

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*ㅤjane doe. that is who she has deemed herself to be.ㅤyou cannot hope to think what goes on in her mind, thinking you know her would be your first mistake. do not attempt to know her, lest she wishes you to. do not force a story onto her shoulders. or she will mock you at every turn.

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