“Oh, I'm not the devil, mon chéri. I’m the beast that haunts his nightmares.”


Name
Currently goes by Dominique
[Dom]
“belongs to the lord”

Age
Actuality - between 600 and 800 years old
Appearance - around 30

Gender
Male
[sometimes changes depending on his mood]

Orientation
No one knows. Some days he claims to be strictly heterosexual, other days he claims to only like guys, and sometimes he claims to be completely aromantic. It is widely assumed not even he knows his orientation.

Species
Vampire - Indian Flying Fox

Allegiance
Guild of Vampires

Rank
Adviser

Face Claim
Romain Duris

Appearance
Human Form
Image and Source
As with most of his traits, Dom’s appearance varies depending on his mood. Sometimes he lets his hair grow long and refuses to cut it, and other times he chooses to go completely bald. For the most part, though, his hair is an unkempt, curly, dark brown mess. He has a distinct stubble, which he likes to keep short and neatly-groomed. His eyes are a dark hazel, with more brown than green. As far as frame goes, Dom is around average height, standing at 5’10”. He is quite skinny, but he has well-defined muscles that are proof of his former life as a soldier. However, his most noticeable features are his scars. Burn scars litter his body, from his face all the way to his feet (he once made the mistake of walking outside barefoot). These are the result of him constantly going out without properly covering himself, and he gains more every day.

Bat Form
Image and Source
As a bat, Dom is huge. He has a wingspan of nearly five feet, and he weighs a hefty three pounds. His body is dark brown, almost black in color, with a golden brown mantle. No one knows where his mantle color comes from, but Dom claims it’s from “down under”, if you know what I mean.
[Sorry it’s so short, I’m tired and this has taken me way too long.]

Personality
To put it frankly, Dom is tired of everyone’s crap. If something bad happens, he's usually the first to be blamed (in all honesty, he's also usually the cause, but still). He doesn't understand why everyone hates each other and why the weredogs are so determined to protect the meat bags. They are superior to the “meaties” in every way, so why waste their time defending the foolish bastards? Humans only exist because they’re too stubborn to die, and to side with them is to encourage their idiocy. Some call Dom an unemotional brick, and others call him uncaring. But really, he’s just indifferent to everything. When you live as long as he has, you start to see the futility of things, and nothing ever bothers you anymore. All he wants is a nice, long nap, but everyone is constantly interrupting him with their pointless wars. It’s rude and uncalled for, but hey, what can he do about it? Kill the assholes that decided it would be a good idea to disturb his rest, that’s what.

One of Dom’s most famous traits is his insanity, which isn’t really insanity at all. He frequently changes his name depending on his mood, and he occasionally decides to change his gender, sometimes for decades at a time. When asked about his sexual orientation, it’s a different answer every time, and when asked about his affiliations and allegiance his only response is “yes”. He flirts with literally everyone, but he’s never been seen with an actual partner. And yet he’s not insane at all; he just likes to spice things up. Living as an immortal gets real boring real quick, so change is always surprisingly pleasant. And, seeing as most others can’t stand to be around him for more than a few minutes, he entertains himself by changing himself. It’s strange and sometimes creepy to outsiders, but it’s how he copes with the fact that he’s going to live forever unless someone finally manages to kill him.

While he may be smarter than your average vampire, when it comes to common sense, Dom is severely lacking. He always forgets to cover himself before going out in the sunlight, resulting in countless burns all over his body. He also doesn’t stop to consider the consequences of his actions, which is the number one reason behind most of the wars he’s started. He’ll walk up to a weredog pack in their territory and criticize them for their loyalty to the meat bags without a second thought, and taunt them when he turns into a bat and flies just out of reach. He’s even entered the heart of the werewolves’ territory, pulled a few tails (literally, I might add), and left unscathed. His compulsiveness has lead to his unpopularity amongst others, but he couldn’t care less.

Lastly, Dom loves wine. He drinks it religiously and always has some stored in various places throughout the guild’s mansion, pulling a bottle out at the randomest moments. He's rarely seen without a glass in his hand, and he only drinks the finest red wine man has to offer. No one knows where he gets it or how he keeps hiding it without anyone seeing him, and most have come to consider it magic. However, his drinking is a sort of self-torture that only vampires understand, as the color of wine is akin to blood and the taste is strong in the way that blood is. Red wine mocks vampires due to its similarity to blood, but it will never satisfy them the way that blood does. Of course, it is something that only vampires know, and to anyone else he's just a fancy alcoholic.

Backstory
Like with other immortals, Dom’s past is all a strange blur. While he remembers very few specifics, his childhood wasn't great, and he lived in extreme poverty for most of his mortal life. He had been a soldier when he was still human, and he had been turned by one of his allies in the midst of warfare. At first, he had refused to acknowledge the change, continuing to fight in wars and ignore his bloodlust until one night he erupted in a fit of rage and slaughtered his entire side. Unable to forgive himself, he fled into the woods, only coming out every once in a while to feed. It wasn't ideal, but he had no other choice.

Dom lived in solitude for over a century, only killing when absolutely necessary and never showing his face. And then an older vampire showed up out of the blue and took on the role of Dom’s mentor, guiding him and teaching him how to enjoy being a vampire. It turned out that he was really only trying to manipulate Dom into joining him in wiping out humanity, but by that point, Dom was done with him anyway. They had spent nearly a century together, only to break up with his mentor despising him and Dom indifferent. He no longer needed the older vampire, so why waste tears on him?

After that, Dom began to enjoy himself again. For the first time since being turned, he had fun. He could mess with people without having to deal with the consequences, as with pretty much anything else. He was free to do whatever the hell he pleased and no one could stop him. For a while, things were going great. And then the humans turned against his kind, driving him out of his home and threatening to kill him should he return.

Dom lived as a nomad, constantly jumping around from place to place. During that time, he picked up English, having only known French before. He even hired (threatened, really) a tutor to teach him English, so that he could understand the people he met. And when his tutor had taught him everything she knew, he left her, along with the finest wine he could find. They never crossed paths again.

Somewhere along the line, Dom found himself in the Dark Wood being threatened by the native werewolves. It was at that moment that he had gotten the ability to turn into a bat, and so he escaped without a scratch. Immediately after, he flew into the mansion (as in, face-first against a window), knocking himself out. When he woke up, he found a vampire tending to him, and he decided to stay. The Guild Master had tried to get rid of him several times, but Dom was persistent, and the Master eventually gave up and let him live in the mansion. Dom was soon promoted to Adviser, having proven his wit time and time again.

When Galeladus was built, Dom was thrilled, as it meant he would no longer have to travel to find his next meal. He had always been careful to only consume what he needed, so that the other meat bags could reproduce and provide him with future prey. So, when humans started dying left and right, Dom was furious, demanding to know who was killing all of his food. And yeah, he was relieved when Cole showed up to defend the humans. That is, until the weredogs began driving the vampires out of the city. Since then, Dom has adapted to living almost entirely in the mansion, only going into the city to find his next victim.

Views
Vampires
”You stay out of my business and I'll stay out of yours. Now that's respect.”
Dom tolerates others of his kind, but only because he has to. The guild lets him live in the mansion, and in turn he respects their privacy and helps them out when necessary. It's a mutual relationship, and that's how Dom likes it.

Humans
”Meat bags, they are. All of them.”
While he used to do everything in his power to avoid killing one unless absolutely necessary, Dom has since learned to embrace his vampire side, and no longer sees humans as allies or even equals. He believes that vampires, werewolves, and even weredogs are the superior species, and humans are inferior to them in every way. They are simply primitive beings that are too stubborn to die.

Weredogs
”Calm down, mon chéri. No need to get so worked up over a little nickname. And besides, ’meat bags’ is neither bad nor inaccurate.”
Dom doesn't understand them or their motives. He doesn't know why they are so insistent about protecting the meat bags, nor why they get so defensive when he says that. He believes they should fight for their independence rather than their humans.

Werewolves
”Leave me alone, dammit. I've done nothing wrong to your kind. Okay, maybe I've pulled a few tails here and there, but it was all in jest. Now could you please remove your jaws from my throat?”
To put it simply: werewolves leave Dom exasperated. He's tired of all their “we don't attack humans” crap, because he's seen them attack the meat bags on several occasions. But what aggravates him the most is when they accuse vampires of being the bad guys, as if his kind gets to choose whether or not they drink blood. Werewolves act like saints, when really they're just as much at fault as vampires. Natural or bitten, werewolves wear him down more than even weredogs.

Love Interest
He flirts with everyone depending on his mood, so no one is ever quite sure who he actually likes.

Notable Relationships
Arvia Jäger - close friend and drinking buddy

Theme Song
“Night of the Hunter” by Thirty Seconds to Mars

Notes
Idk y'all he's just trying to live his life and people keep raining on his parade and ruining his fun

Art by Dam. Character is mine.
Name
Echo/ Dorian Quinn

Age
Chronological: 26
Physical: 26

Gender
Male

Orientation
Asexual + Biromantic

Species
Weredog - Alaskan Malamute

Allegiance
Galeladus Guardians

Rank
Healer or Warrior

Face Claim
None

Appearance
Human
Seemingly large and imposing, though with a hunch posture, Echo can seem quite a bit intimidating. Echo is tall standing at 6'3 and weighing 174lbs. He's solidly built with darkened skin from growing up outside in the sun a lot. His eyes are a sea glass green in color and are nicely shaped. Echo's hair is a pale golden-blonde that reaches his shoulders in slight wavy ringlets.

Canine
Echo is a very large example of a Malamute, topping out the scales of his breed. Standing at 26in at the shoulder, he's pretty tall, and weighs around 120lbs. Echo has a thick build and even thicker fur with his double coat. His ears are upright and wedge shaped while his muzzle is deep and broad. Ehco's coat is an almost even divide between white and a golden-red.

Personality
Strong willed, inflexible, and judgemental are some of Echo's traits, but on the other hand he's also loyal, honest and reliable. Echo is a dedicated individual, never abandoning a task or goal when they've become difficult or boring, always seeing it through to the end whether others want him to or not. His strong will is what makes this dedication possible. He doesn't give up his beliefs because of simple opposition and must be proven clearly and conclusively wrong for his opinion to change. Straightforward statements and information are king to Echo, lies and mistruths frustrate and confuse him. Echo works to exemplify truthfulness and reliability. When he gives his word to do something it means he'll do it, which ends up making him responsible for his family and friends in a more roundabout way.

Echo has a strong sense of right and wrong and a compulsive need to create order, which often extends to all things and everyone, ignoring that there are two right ways to get things done. He's usually very quiet and is hard to notice despite his size and presence. He does have a bit of a temper and can be a bit bull headed when it comes to defending his opinions.

Backstory
Wip

Views
Weredogs
These dogs are his family now and he'd do anything to protect them even if he doesn't agree with most of them half the time.

Werewolves
Echo doesn't have anything in particular against Werewolves, bitten or otherwise.

Vampires
These being are a thing of interest for him. Echo would love to meet and talk to one.

Humans
The most amusing people. He'll protect them for as long as that's what Cole wants.

Love Interest
Open.

Notable Relationship
None yet.

Theme Song
Kaleo- Way Down We Go

Notes
Echo loves children, he's a big softie around them.


Name
Rook

Age
22

Gender
Male

Orientation
Pansexual

Species
Human

Allegiance
Galeladus Huntsmen

Rank
Huntsman

Face Claim
None

Appearance
This is my character.
Rook is a tall young man, topping out at a height of six foot two. He has long, platinum blond hair that reaches well down to the back of his knees. Though he tends to keep his hair tied back in a braid, his bangs have a habit of escaping their tie to hang down in his face. His eyes are a cobalt blue with a darker blue surrounding the outer edge. Rook is a dark tan, which compliments the color of his eyes and hair.

Personality
Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate. Rook is an imaginative and enthusiastic free spirit, he believes that everyone should take the time to recognize and express their feelings both internally and outwardly in conversation. Though if he relies too much on on his intuition, assume too much about a friend's motivations, he can misread the signals and frustrate plans that a more straightforward approach would have made simple. Rook likes to spend a lot of time exploring social relationships, feelings and ideas before settling on something that feels true, or right, to him.

Rook has excellent people skills, being that he enjoys both small talk and deep, meaningful conversations and is very adept at steering conversations towards his desired subjects in ways that feel completely natural and unforced. Though he likes things that are 'nature of the world' conversations, Rook does know how to relax and have fun in wild bursts of enthusiastic energy. While Rook has exceptional talent when it comes to conceiving ideas and starting projects that involve other people, he struggles with upkeep, organization, and nearly never finishes his projects without help. He also finds it hard to focus on things for long, as well as over thinking things too often. Rook is over stressed easily, highly emotional, and independent to a fault.

Backstory
Wip

Views
Weredogs
Rook loves the Weredogs and likes to spend time with them if they allow it.

Werewolves
Despises them almost as much as Vampires.

Vampires
As laid-back as Rook is there's still enough hate in him for these beings.

Humans
He's human himself, that doesn't mean he likes all of them.

Love Interest
Open.

Notable Relationships
Will be added throughout the RP.

Theme Song
Can't Stop The Feeling

Notes
None.

Siobhan Westbrook
Adviser of the Guild of Vampires
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"We're frickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction"

Age
Chronological: 510 years
Physical: 25 years

Gender
Female

Orientation
Heterosexual

Species
Vampire - Spectacled Flying Fox

Allegiance
Guild of Vampires

Rank
Adviser

Face Claim
Maria Brasil

Appearance
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As a Human
With 5'7 feet tall and weighing around 126lbs, Siobhan has managed to successfully keep her figure on point with its slim nature of fairly pronounced curves, even after five centuries. Her skin possess freckles on her shoulders and face (Cheeks in fact) and remains of a light tone given the obvious lack of sunlight she would normally receive if a human. With mesmerizing green gaze and round face, Siobhan's features are between delicate and tough; Her small lips are a thin line of flesh and her nose, covered by minuscule brown spots, is round in the tip and placed symmetrically under the space between her brows, thick and naturally dark. Usually braided or messily free on the wind, it is safe to say that her chestnut blonde hair reaches the waist high. 

As a Bat
Spectacled Flying Fox

If it were not for the long wings at her sides of about seventeen centimeters (forearm), one could swear it was a pup or any other animal except a bat. And it is that this species has lovely facial features, such as Siobhan's big dark eyes and small round pointed ears at the end. Weighing aproximately 600g, Siobhan has distinctive straw-coloured fur which surrounds the eyes and part of the small muzzle. Although she does not consumes fruits, being a fruit bat means being larger than your average bat in size even as a female, as her body length is 230mm.

Personality
Siobhan has many traits worth of mentioning, though most of them are not quite good or positive. She is very determined, starting off from there, and in addition, she is extremely confident. As upset as she can be at times when plans don't result as expected, she never actually doubts that she will succeed.

She uses basically everyone who happens to be in her life to her own benefit; if someone serves no higher purpose, they won't be in her sight for very long. Furthermore, she sees those with different ranks in life on varying levels of usefulness, other beings truly only pawns on her eyes. Humans are usually a nice meal, though she tends to avoid keeping them around for too long given the insisting demeanors of the huntsmen.

Even with her obvious cruel nature, Siobhan is not a ravenous killing machine. She's certainly been at the root of many deaths, but these generally happen for good reasons-- Randomly killing and making a scene is not in her best interest as it would draw unwanted attention. While she is capable of killing a lot of people, supernaturals alike, it is not in her to do so. Siobhan is very conniving and strategic. She always has back-up plans in effect, as she has had far too much go wrong in her life.

After all these things said, one would believe this vampire is a boring or quiet specimen. But in the reality she has quite the sarcastic humour that many find offensive and many others see as an interesting attribute in addition to charisma (Which can be also considered to be a smooth-tongue). Her cynical manners are always present, used to add her personal touch to threats and even basic, simple phrases.

Backstory
Let's just say that my brain has a few ideas but can't organize them and write them with literacy at the moment. Rip me.

Views

Individual views will be added upon interaction with other characters

Humans/Huntsmen
"I was once a bloodbag, but now i can't despise them more than i currently do."

Werewolves
"I don't consider them enemies as long as none plays pretend to be brave."

Weredogs
"A barking dog does not bite. Given the fact there are still many werewolves and vampires around, they must be very loud."

Vampires
"Let's say i'm neutral about my kind."

Love Interest
"I love all my toys."

Notable Relationships
None remarkable at the moment. Open.

Theme Song
Holy by PVRIS

Notes
Heavy british accent

"I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage"
:: Name :: Rowan Nora Taylor
:: Age :: Actual: 25
Appears: 22
:: Gender :: Female
:: Orientation :: Demisexual/Romantic
:: Species :: Czech Wolfdog(50%) //Saarlos Wolfdog (37.5%) x Northwestern Mackenzie Wolf (12.5%)
:: Allegiance :: Galeladus Guardians
:: Rank :: Warrior
:: Face Claim :: Ellen Page
:: Appearance ::
Hooman Source
Wolfdog Source
Human:
5'6''
146 lbs

Dog:
53'' from nose to tail
30'' tall
80 lbs

:: Personality ::

Rowan is extremely devoted to the weredog pack. Rowan's personality is very much centered on others. She grew up well-off, was cast out and disowned, and basically grew up without a lot of care for her own needs. She cares for people she barely knows more so than herself usually, and despite her view on others being more important than herself, she is surprisingly pessimistic when you get to know her values. She views most people as brainless or ignorant, unable to see the truth in life, but fails to say it in so many words since she isn't completely trusted already due to her ⅛ wolf blood, so she generally keeps that little tidbit of her views on people to herself. She tends to keep the ⅛ wolf part to herself as well, as long as someone doesn’t already know. She believes that people start wars for greedy reasons, and does not think the war with the werewolves and vampires is a good idea. She wouldn't fail to put herself in front of the other members of her pack if the foul beasts showed themselves.

Some of her personal mottos (that basically sum up her personality in a pinch) are:
"Even if i have to burn every bridge connecting me to you, and I go up in flames, I won't let you burn down with me."
"I gaze up at the midnight sky and can’t find a single star. There are times when I miss the light, but I’m not afraid of the Dark.”
“Being a pessimist is great because I’m always either right or pleasantly surprised -- The optimistic look on pessimism.”

:: Backstory ::

Her mother was a saarlos wolfdog/quarter wolf while her father was a full blooded czechoslovakian wolfdog. She was born in Galeladus, but her mother died of the Huntsmen not knowing where her loyalties lied before she was seven years old. Her father hid her away, and she’s been hiding ever since...until about 8 years ago, when her father allowed her to become a warrior cadet.

:: Views ::

Weredogs:
Call for me, and I will help you.
Werwolves:
Natural~
We may be related, but I am loyal to the dogs.
Bitten~
Strange creatures. You should’ve been done away with long ago.
Vampires:
Have you caused all the ruckus all these years? You cost me my mother, if you are.

:: Love Interest :: Maybeee o-o?
:: Notable Relationships :: --
:: Theme Song ::
"Battlefield" by SVRCINA (not Jordin Sparks' song!)

:: Notes ::
I dug out my in-the-works-OC from last time we did something similar paz!! look at such nice paragraph styles and stuffs! oohhh so fanshy! XD

Name
Albion Jäger. More commonly just called Al.

Age
Chronological: 91 years old.
Appearance: 18 years old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Homosexual & Homoromantic.

Species
Vampire - Ghost Bat.

Allegiance
None yet. Eventually Guild of Vampires.

Rank
None. Eventually keeper.

Face Claim
Unfortunately I'm not sure.

Appearance
He’s exactly the same height as his sister Arvia at 5’7”. His frame is thin and frail with very little muscle mass. Like his sister he’s an albino, his skin forever pale with short, wispy hair an unblemished white. His eyes are a light blue-gray, his features sharp and squared. Not much about him (appearance wise anyway) could be considered soft save for maybe his hair. His face is dotted with faint freckles. The bottom lip is pierced with a black barbell earring.

His bat form is a ghostly white with silvery brown tipped hair. He has a wide wingspan and a rows of sharp teeth line the mouth. Strong hooked claws tip the end of each wing and his hind paws. His eyes remain the same color.



Personality
Despite his somewhat startling appearance Albion has a kind heart, or at least he did before the change. Previous to being turned he was never keen on violence, but now views it as a necessary evil as means for survival. His focus in a fight is on combining wit with speed in his case as his body has proven overly fragile in the past. A sparring session left him with a broken arm on one occasion. Part of him fears he will never be of use to anyone he aligns himself with and he chooses to live alone. He also isn't overly enthusiastic about how most of his kind choose to behave and stays away from them on principal.

He can prove stubborn if his mind is truly set on something, usually unwilling to take the words of a stranger over his own knowledge, as little as it may be. He has a self-deprecating sense of humor and holds a rather low opinion of himself, but tends to keep such thoughts to himself. His eyesight isn't the best and he seems to have trouble in bright sunlight, being incredibly photosensitive. He's prone to depression and can become easily overwhelmed if he feels too much is happening at once, which usually leads to him closing himself off from other people entirely. He will avoid bloodshed when possible (outside of feeding), but can prove fairly brutal if cornered and not given the opportunity to escape.

Backstory
All things considered, he doesn't want to talk about it.

Views
Will be developed through roleplay.

Love Interest
No one yet.

Notable Relationships
Arvia Jäger • Older Sister.

Theme Song
Avalanche - Bring Me The Horizon.
"Give me a remedy because my head wasn't wired for this world."

Notes
This has nothing to do with the character, but for some reason it really bothers me when people dye their hair and not their eyebrows.

This is probably my weakest bio yet, but I'm not going to drive myself crazy over it rn.

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Name
Tobias Ahlström.

Age
30 years old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Pansexual & Panromantic.

Species
Human.

Allegiance
None yet, but he'll be 'vacationing' with the Guild of Vampires before long.

Rank
Right now he works as a librarian in Galeladus. Soon to be a voluntary blood bank.

Face Claim
None.

Appearance
Tall and willowy, reaching around 6’0” and weighing 180 pounds. At first glance he might appear overly thin, but he posses a surprising amount of lean muscle. His hair is short, straight and dark brown with his eyes being a similar color. Tobias has a narrow, chiseled face and his skin is light. He has more than a few scars, mostly located on his hands and arms from being bitten by canines he's worked with in his past occupation. He isn’t a particularly flashy person and fashion matters very little to him in the long run, but he always strives to look presentable and is very organized. His eyesight is poor and he's forced to wear glasses.

Personality
The most accurate word that could be used to describe Tobias is enthusiastic. The man is a literal ray of sunshine, rarely seen without a smile or a jubilant skip to his step. He chooses to see the positives in life rather than let the negatives get him down. Even in this new, troubled world he's found himself tangled in, there is always hope for a brighter future. Meticulous and observant, he has an eye for detail when it comes to most things in life, but is somewhat clueless to the workings of proper social etiquette.

He’s a fairly curious sort and finds all supernatural beings very intriguing. His inquisitiveness sometimes gets him in trouble as he has a habit of nosing around places or people he shouldn't. Generally, Tobias is a non-violent person and is viewed as harmless if not a bit strange among other humans, but if pushed far enough he’d likely surprise people with the level of viciousness he’s capable of. While his kindly, warm demeanor is authentic, every person has their demons.

He's a fan of riddles and has a habit of adding them into a conversation every chance he gets, a hobby he picked up from his father as a child. Considered a fanatic by the townspeople who tend to avoid him if possible, he appears especially obsessed with vampires. Despite his cheerful deamnor he feels a bit discontent with his life and eager for an adventure of some sort that might give him an excuse to leave the kingdom behind.

Backstory
Born and raised in Galeladus. Tobias grew up with a single parent, his father Daniel, for most of his early life. Daniel had taken ownership of the last remaining library in the city, the building his pride and joy, even the oldest of books in astoundingly excellent condition. Daniel died after being infected by the plague when Tobias was only ten and he’s more or less looked after himself from then onward. People in the community made sure he had food, clothes and enough water to get by, but otherwise left the boy to his own devices.

He began to notice one woman in particular would often stop by who always made sure he had what he needed. He followed her home one day, wondering where it was she lived and walked in on her feeding from the throat of a human. Everything suddenly made sense in that moment, as she always visited him at night. Attempting to flee the scene, the woman caught him and told him something he truly hadn't been expecting. She was his mother. Turned shortly after he was born and unable to control her blood-lust, she had felt she had no other choice other than to leave.

She had no proof, but he believed her anyway. Desperate to be reunited with the parent he had never known. Unfortunately his mother was impulsive and fed too often, eventually caught by the townspeople, decapitated and torched before his very eyes. They nearly burned him along with her, for surely the son of a vampire couldn't be trusted, but his age was likely his saving grace. No one could bring themselves to murder a child. He grew up as an outcast, wandering the halls of his father's now abandoned library, caring for the books and looking after himself.

As a young adult he found he had an affinity for dogs and made a living out of training hunting/guard dogs as well as rehabilitating ferals before the weredogs joined the kingdom and most normal canines were considered obsolete for work in the face of creatures that could be human or canine whenever they chose. He's spent the last few years running his father's library and researching vampires, his interest reawakened ever since the war, refusing to believe they can't be reasoned with.

((This is really sloppily written, but I hope ya'll get the general idea.))

Views
Very interested in all supernatural folk and views them each as unique and worth saving. Vampires are of particular interest to him due to his past.

Love Interest
Ngl probably Gabriel. Time shall tell.

Notable Relationships
None yet.

Theme Song
Hollow - Submersed.
Lift me up, my soul's so hollow."

Name
Florence Armand Le’vette

Nickname
He prefers to be called Armand. Calling him Florence might earn you a few scars.

Age
Actual Age; 967+
Appearance Age; 29 years old

Gender
Male

Orientation
Homosexual + Homoromantic

Species
Albino Black Flying Fox

Allegiance
Guild Of Vampires

Rank
Keeper

Appearance
Long limbed, svelte, and sylph-like in appearance with a narrow, diamond shaped face and fined boned nose. He has semi-cupid’s bow lips and a pair of wide jade colored eyes framed by long dark lashes. He is definitely pretty. He has neatly cut auburn colored hair that frames his face and stops just above his jaw line, his face has a splattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose that also show up on his shoulders, and lily pale skin that seems to have cool undertones. He is all sharp, vicious cutting angles with very little fat or even a lot of muscle. He does seem to have a bit of a tired look about him most of the time, bags under his eyes and everything. Armand tends to dress in tighter fitting clothing and heavy styled brown leather jackets with simple black or blue pants and nearly knee high boots.

He’s rather large even as a bat, though he lacks a lot of weight on his frame, he weighs roughly 1.57 lbs in total with a wing span of 1.2 m from wingtip to wing tip. He is oddly colored though for a black mega-bat, or flying fox, as his fur is the color of fallen snow with a blonde-cinnamon colored mantle around his throat and across his shoulders, his eyes stay the same odd jade green color that gives him an eerie look when spotted munching on fruit in the trees.
Personality
Armand has been alive a lot longer than most other vampires, and it might have driven him….a littttle to close to the edge of crazytown. He can be rather reclusive and grumpy most days, but on a bad day he’s prone to snapping, lashing out with physical violence, and just all around having a bad attitude towards most other people. On his good days, which can actually span weeks at a time, he tends to be content and happy with caring for his roses and other assorted flowers, herbs, and even fruit trees that he tends to. He even becomes friendlier towards others and can keep up with a conversation without getting sidetracked or acting impulsively. He is definitely a mad dog in most sense of the words considering his behavior and nearly complete lack of a moral compass. It’s often times believed when he was human he may have had some bipolar disorder, extreme aggression, and even schizophrenia. Whether or not that is true would have to be pried out of him. He has little to no fear of the weredogs, werewolves, or even the hunters, walking along the border to spite that little brat named Coal, or was it Cole? He really could care less if he’s honest. Armand sees humans strictly as food and if he’s left to run rampant there is the chance of a dead human rising up. He has some extreme insecurities and abandonment issues, and while he will avoid others, he may pick one person to trail behind if he gets bored. Often times he’s polite, caring, and even borderline sweet to them most of the day if not for a long time after.

Backstory
He hates speaking of it to anyone. He did come to the Guild Of Vampires as a way to seek peace though, believing it was far enough from human encroachment to give him not only peace of mind but to maybe allow his mind to heal. His past as both a human and vampire before now have traumatized him in some ways along with his sire.
Views
Hunters/Humans
Food, walking meals, food that grew legs.
Werewolves
Giant puppies
Vampires
A mix of friends and foes.
Weredogs
Annoying puppies that need to STOP BARKING.

Love Interest
No one as of yet.

Notable Relationships
OPEN

Theme Song
Animal by Badflower


Notes
Points if you know where his middle name came from!

Name
Malachai Love

Age
23 years old || 28 years old

Gender
Male

Orientation
Asexual + Homoromantic

Species
Vampire + Bumblebee Bat or Kitti's Hog-nosed Bat

Allegiance
Unaffiliated

Rank
Unaffiliated

Appearance
Malachai is around 5’4 with a slim frame and delicate features. He has a fine boned, upturned nose, high cheek bones, large eyes framed with long lashes, a pouting Cupid’s bow lips. He is made up of only angles, sharp and giving him a fragile look even if he is anything but. Malachai hides a lot of muscle under his frame despite his given looks and is a very capable fight despite only weighing 145 lbs. He is a mix of what appears to be Romanian as well as German and Russian. He has a constant tired look though, with bags under his eyes and somewhat ruffled hair that makes him look constantly exhausted. His hair is nearly shoulder length and has some waves mixed into it, both sides are shaved in Mohawk fashion and are velvety soft to the touch. His hair is a pale blond at the tips but closer to his scalp it seems to be nearly black in color. His skin is pale with cooler undertones, covered in minute scarring here and there. Across his palms, collarbone, and under his chin along his jaw line are scars that show only some of the damage he’s taken. He also has an inch long scar that cuts through his left eyebrow and stops above his eye. His right eye is a grey so deep that in the right light it can either appear so near white it’s eerie or so close to black it’s downright unnerving; the pupil in that eye is a little more dilated then usual due to some form of head trauma. His left eye is a bright amber color ringed with a much darker color and flecked through with the brightest yellow and gold colors.

In his bat form his tiny, around 29 mm and weighs just a little above 2 g. He has a mix of black and dark brown hair with very light tips across his shoulders and back. His eyes are dark grey-black and he looks pretty common with very little to tell him apart from a normal bat.

Personality
Impulsive, cruel, and charismatic make him a bit of a live wire in nearly every sense of the word. But that trait mixed in with the one to protect the flock has turned him into an interesting result. He is impulsive in the way a toddler would be with new animals, if I pick it up what will happen? If I take this from it what will it do? If I throw it at something what’ll happen then? Keeping him on a short leash is in most people’s best interest, but finding someone to do that exact job is more than a little tough. He can be cruel to those he perceives as threats to himself after having turned, vicious in attacking and defending. But you wouldn’t get any of these traits when first meeting him, he tends to wear a happy charismatic face that he uses to charm others and can be a real sweet talker. Malachai enjoys seeing just how many people he can flirt with before it catches up with him. He seeks out attention like he’ll die without it at times, under the surface he suffers from extreme abandonment issues and has is prone to having panic attacks due to fear. He’s a mix of emotions that not even he’s fully figured out yet sadly. He has a problem hunting due to not having a sire and never having learned how to hunt, he also seems to not be able to understand that killing humans is not a thing that can happen here.

Backstory
He is a recently turned vampire, his sire was later killed by hunters and he never learned the ropes to being a vampire or how to hunt sadly and is afraid of most other vampires.

Views
To Be Determined

Love Interest
No one yet

Notable Relationships
No one yet

Theme Song
Loverboy by You Me At Six

Notes
He's only been a vampire for five years.