Vigilante
by Liam |
Dauntless Engelrend
shifter
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"...and concerning the evidence surrounding the event, it is confirmed that Mr. Engelrend did indeed dig up the bodies of his family and eat their flesh..."
"For better or worse, I am flawed. I am flawed beyond hope or reprieve. I have no virtues, only vices. I am determined to make my life miserable as well as yours. If you approach me and tell me 'the sun shines beautifully today', I will turn right around and tell you how much I despise you and how weak and pathetic you truly are. I will break your heart until I can feel your hope and happiness bleed out of you. That is my only virtue then, my mercy, for I will at least drain you of everything you are so that you are numbed from the pain I cause you."
"Dauntless? Dauntless..? What sort of name is that? No, no. It's not a name, it's a word. Fearless. Brave. Determined. This boy is none of those. He's a coward at heart and a mindless fool, with no control or reason. He does have determination though; determination to kill us all."
"I do nothing to make myself happy. Happiness is something I shall never achieve."
"When will it end, Dauntless? When we're all dead? When you're dead?"
"Hah! You want to kill me? So many have tried, all of them failed. Somewhere there is a bullet or a blade or a train with my name written on it, but I doubt my name is on any weapon in your possession. If it is, then show me! Kill me right here! Right now! ...please..."
Dauntless is an emotionally unstable and very dangerous shifter with ashen gray hair and golden eyes. He has no real morals or any sort of conscience. Any and all virtuous emotions are repressed to the nth degree. He's very spontaneous and very intelligent, which makes him unpredictable and unreliable. He doesn't make friends and prefers to be in seclusion or just simply alone. His personality stems from a traumatizing past that included serious abandonment, betrayal, and suffering. He seeks vengeance on everyone, making no discrepensies despite he claims to differ between his friends and his foes.
In the beginning, there was Dauntless.
ISFP
Melancholy Choleric
SOCIALLY
Courteous: Never
Social: Fairly shy
ROMANTICALLY
Affectionate: Usually
Romantic: Rarely
Flirty: Often
MECHANICALLY
Observant: Rarely
Logical: Often
PREDOMINANTLY
Risk-Taking: Rarely
Ambitious: Occasionally
Curious: Typically
RELATIONALLY
Trusting: Typically
Honest: Sometimes
Loyal: Generally
Nurturing: Sometimes
Sympathetic: Occasionally
Selfless: Often
EMOTIONALLY
Self-Controlled: Usually
Emotions: Usually unstable
Optimistic: Occasionally
Persona
Hateful, rash, full of spite, venom, and rage. Resilient, proud, headstrong, foul tempered, brash, bold.
Shadow
Unstable, uncontrolled, faltering. Weak spirited, sensitive.
Fear
Abandoned. Worthless. Despised.
1st Tier
Dementedness
2nd Tier
Self-doubt, disloyalty, vengeance, fanaticism, hysteria, intemperance
3rd Tier
suicidal (sedo), liar (dis), rage (ven), treasonous and voracity (fanaticism), loss of self control (hyst and inte)
"For better or worse, I am flawed. I am flawed beyond hope or reprieve. I have no virtues, only vices. I am determined to make my life miserable as well as yours. If you approach me and tell me 'the sun shines beautifully today', I will turn right around and tell you how much I despise you and how weak and pathetic you truly are. I will break your heart until I can feel your hope and happiness bleed out of you. That is my only virtue then, my mercy, for I will at least drain you of everything you are so that you are numbed from the pain I cause you."
"Dauntless? Dauntless..? What sort of name is that? No, no. It's not a name, it's a word. Fearless. Brave. Determined. This boy is none of those. He's a coward at heart and a mindless fool, with no control or reason. He does have determination though; determination to kill us all."
"I do nothing to make myself happy. Happiness is something I shall never achieve."
"When will it end, Dauntless? When we're all dead? When you're dead?"
"Hah! You want to kill me? So many have tried, all of them failed. Somewhere there is a bullet or a blade or a train with my name written on it, but I doubt my name is on any weapon in your possession. If it is, then show me! Kill me right here! Right now! ...please..."
Dauntless is an emotionally unstable and very dangerous shifter with ashen gray hair and golden eyes. He has no real morals or any sort of conscience. Any and all virtuous emotions are repressed to the nth degree. He's very spontaneous and very intelligent, which makes him unpredictable and unreliable. He doesn't make friends and prefers to be in seclusion or just simply alone. His personality stems from a traumatizing past that included serious abandonment, betrayal, and suffering. He seeks vengeance on everyone, making no discrepensies despite he claims to differ between his friends and his foes.
In the beginning, there was Dauntless.
ISFP
Melancholy Choleric
SOCIALLY
Courteous: Never
Social: Fairly shy
ROMANTICALLY
Affectionate: Usually
Romantic: Rarely
Flirty: Often
MECHANICALLY
Observant: Rarely
Logical: Often
PREDOMINANTLY
Risk-Taking: Rarely
Ambitious: Occasionally
Curious: Typically
RELATIONALLY
Trusting: Typically
Honest: Sometimes
Loyal: Generally
Nurturing: Sometimes
Sympathetic: Occasionally
Selfless: Often
EMOTIONALLY
Self-Controlled: Usually
Emotions: Usually unstable
Optimistic: Occasionally
Persona
Hateful, rash, full of spite, venom, and rage. Resilient, proud, headstrong, foul tempered, brash, bold.
Shadow
Unstable, uncontrolled, faltering. Weak spirited, sensitive.
Fear
Abandoned. Worthless. Despised.
1st Tier
Dementedness
2nd Tier
Self-doubt, disloyalty, vengeance, fanaticism, hysteria, intemperance
3rd Tier
suicidal (sedo), liar (dis), rage (ven), treasonous and voracity (fanaticism), loss of self control (hyst and inte)
Mauser Bataleur
protector witch
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Mauser Bataleur is a protector provider witch. He fits the career a little too perfectly. By nature, he is protective to the point of borderline obsession. He would go to great extremes to protect those he's set over and would think nothing of risking his life for another. Though this can be good for when he's assigned, he tends to be this way outside of his designated person. He picks one person, usually a friend or family member, and exerts the same over them. This usually strains and exhausts his relationships, but he doesn't seem to understand what is so wrong about it. He has a very narrow mindset, and can be rather dense.
Mauser Bataleur is a sad example of a human being, mostly because he isn't one, but also because he's let himself stray from what is good. To say he has a malevolent heart is cruel, but his intentions are sorely lacking on that side of the moral compass. He wants to be normal. What a travesty. He can never be normal. For one, he is a witch, and even by a witch's standards: his appearance and his unbreakable resolve to stand by a shifter of all things is ridiculous in all its entirety. He seems to care but not enough. His obsession with (tamara) pushes everything else aside. It would be wrong to say he loves her, but that's all anyone would ever call it.
Mauser has ashen gray hair and eyes of a very intense emerald green. He's tall and lean, and he's seventeen years old. He has a lightly tanned complexion that also appears a little gray and shadowy due to his sub par health. The upper right part of his face was brutally maimed during the fire of 2003. He hadn't been in it himself. His father was one of the protectors that was to be in that meeting. When his father and the others were killed, he got caught up in the fight and received a blow to the side of his head that tore out his right eye and the rest of the flesh and bone in that area.
Mauser Bataleur is a sad example of a human being, mostly because he isn't one, but also because he's let himself stray from what is good. To say he has a malevolent heart is cruel, but his intentions are sorely lacking on that side of the moral compass. He wants to be normal. What a travesty. He can never be normal. For one, he is a witch, and even by a witch's standards: his appearance and his unbreakable resolve to stand by a shifter of all things is ridiculous in all its entirety. He seems to care but not enough. His obsession with (tamara) pushes everything else aside. It would be wrong to say he loves her, but that's all anyone would ever call it.
Mauser has ashen gray hair and eyes of a very intense emerald green. He's tall and lean, and he's seventeen years old. He has a lightly tanned complexion that also appears a little gray and shadowy due to his sub par health. The upper right part of his face was brutally maimed during the fire of 2003. He hadn't been in it himself. His father was one of the protectors that was to be in that meeting. When his father and the others were killed, he got caught up in the fight and received a blow to the side of his head that tore out his right eye and the rest of the flesh and bone in that area.
Taggerung Savine
werewolf born
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Strong and bold. Defiant and brave. Such is Taggerung. He came from a world where it was survival of the fittest, from a family that didn't know what it really meant to be one, from a place where if the cold and the hunger didn't claim you, the other wolves surely would. Being a werewolf was never easy on Taggerung Savine, and since then, he has never really expected such out of anything in life. He has come to understand that nothing worth having comes without struggles, and he embraces the travesties and the battles as he may face them.
Taggerung is very unstable though he doesn't know it himself. Having lived so long in a degrading society that denied him love and nurturing care, he succumbed to suppressing his feelings. Such psychological trauma traumatized him and twisted his views of emotions into complex and irrevocable concepts. He sees people, especially those he turns, as possessions, and he will treat them as such. He is oppressive and controlling to those he enters relationships with, and they consider it a burden to be associated with him. In short, friendships and romance last very briefly. Even his own creations seem to despise him. The main issue here is not that they do, it is that Taggerung doesn't understand why. He knows he pushes them away and that they wish to be gone from him, but he can't fathom what it is about himself that causes this. As the years go by, he becomes more and more certain that he needs them and that he simply cannot let them go. It is highly unfair on those he turns, but he is desperate to keep them as everyone else he has ever given himself over to love has abandoned him. If he cannot keep them willingly, he will keep them by force.
His inherent wish above all is to die. The only reason he hasn't committed suicide is the fact he is terrified of pain. Terrified to the point he will literally pass out or even become hysterical no matter the amount of it he feels. It can be linked to events in his past, but as he's blocked all from memory as his brain's automatic instinct to survive, he doesn't understand where this fear comes from and considers himself as a coward for it. He is determined to die though, and so he is slowly but surely starving himself to death. If one removed his bulky clothing, they would see a skeleton underneath. Some would call it simple anorexia. But it's not. It's more than that. Taggerung is determined to go and go and keep going and never stop until he's damn sure it's too late, and then he'll keep going until it's over. He's determined to die. This, for some reason, was his best thought up way to achieve that. No simple bullet, no hangman's noose, no electric current in water. He's worried he'll miss. He's worried it will malfunction or break or not be enough. But this is perfect, because he'll be so destroyed there will be no turning back.
Is this really Taggerung? Is this really all that's left of him? No one knows.
Taggerung is about seventeen years old though he never acts that way. He is of average height at six foot one. His skin is very pale for lack of sunlight, and he's dangerously thin due to his anorexia. His hair was once a rich, startling black, but from all the damage he's doing to himself, it's turned an ashy, metallic blue-gray, fading to silver at the ends. The silver is genetically inherited as a premature graying mutation. However, it seems almost unnatural as it only fades at the ends and not the roots. His eyes are much like those of his wolf: a pale, coral gold. They are as dead as the rest of him looks. In his were form, Taggerung is a large, strong wolf with black and gray fur with hints of dark brown scattered throughout. His muzzle, legs, underbelly, and some patches on his back are white. His eyes are a pale coral-gold. His trigger is physical, and involves him hearing a sound that irritates him. Through varied tests, white noise turned out to be the best.
Taggerung is very unstable though he doesn't know it himself. Having lived so long in a degrading society that denied him love and nurturing care, he succumbed to suppressing his feelings. Such psychological trauma traumatized him and twisted his views of emotions into complex and irrevocable concepts. He sees people, especially those he turns, as possessions, and he will treat them as such. He is oppressive and controlling to those he enters relationships with, and they consider it a burden to be associated with him. In short, friendships and romance last very briefly. Even his own creations seem to despise him. The main issue here is not that they do, it is that Taggerung doesn't understand why. He knows he pushes them away and that they wish to be gone from him, but he can't fathom what it is about himself that causes this. As the years go by, he becomes more and more certain that he needs them and that he simply cannot let them go. It is highly unfair on those he turns, but he is desperate to keep them as everyone else he has ever given himself over to love has abandoned him. If he cannot keep them willingly, he will keep them by force.
His inherent wish above all is to die. The only reason he hasn't committed suicide is the fact he is terrified of pain. Terrified to the point he will literally pass out or even become hysterical no matter the amount of it he feels. It can be linked to events in his past, but as he's blocked all from memory as his brain's automatic instinct to survive, he doesn't understand where this fear comes from and considers himself as a coward for it. He is determined to die though, and so he is slowly but surely starving himself to death. If one removed his bulky clothing, they would see a skeleton underneath. Some would call it simple anorexia. But it's not. It's more than that. Taggerung is determined to go and go and keep going and never stop until he's damn sure it's too late, and then he'll keep going until it's over. He's determined to die. This, for some reason, was his best thought up way to achieve that. No simple bullet, no hangman's noose, no electric current in water. He's worried he'll miss. He's worried it will malfunction or break or not be enough. But this is perfect, because he'll be so destroyed there will be no turning back.
Is this really Taggerung? Is this really all that's left of him? No one knows.
Taggerung is about seventeen years old though he never acts that way. He is of average height at six foot one. His skin is very pale for lack of sunlight, and he's dangerously thin due to his anorexia. His hair was once a rich, startling black, but from all the damage he's doing to himself, it's turned an ashy, metallic blue-gray, fading to silver at the ends. The silver is genetically inherited as a premature graying mutation. However, it seems almost unnatural as it only fades at the ends and not the roots. His eyes are much like those of his wolf: a pale, coral gold. They are as dead as the rest of him looks. In his were form, Taggerung is a large, strong wolf with black and gray fur with hints of dark brown scattered throughout. His muzzle, legs, underbelly, and some patches on his back are white. His eyes are a pale coral-gold. His trigger is physical, and involves him hearing a sound that irritates him. Through varied tests, white noise turned out to be the best.
Zeke Romulus
mer
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Zeke appears to be very fiery, contradictory to his watery home. His hair is a very beautiful shade of gold, almost like the actual metal of it if it were in semi-liquid form and without the harsh shine. But it gleams and flows and shines in the sunlight. It is soft to the touch, like fine silk or perhaps cashmere. He keeps it to his shoulders and it always gets so messy, what with all the swimming and lying on the beach or large rocks. It falls in his face sometimes or gets a bit too long, and then he cuts it with a knife or shark tooth. But then it continues looking good, complimenting his face and highlighting his eyes. The eyes are what people look at most; when they talk to others face to face, when they really want to see or know someone. Zeke has eyes that could be described as captivating in all their strangeness and desirable intrigue. Slightly narrowed, but vibrant and bright, full of life and his free spirit. As if he could conquer the world with just a look. It is not arrogance, simply his bliss. And his eyes, amber depths with rings of emerald, they show that spirit; wild and glimmering like the stars. Zeke is tall, not overly so. Just tall enough to seem impressive without appearing a giant. He reaches a good six foot one or two, longer with his tail, but then one is counting length and not height. Despite his appearance, he is strong. Very strong. Perhaps one of the strongest of his kind. He is lean and very muscular, with solid limbs and a hardy torso. But he is not so cold as some might think, no. Even for a mer, his skin is rather warm. A comfortable warm, a warmth one could sink into. He is well tanned for having spent all his life on beaches and the water as well as in it where the sun is strong . It is almost a golden bronze color, like caramel. Just as soft looking and tantalizing to touch. Zeke Romulus is a very strange sort of mer. Viscous, per his kind's tendencies, he does indeed bear the same blood thirst and hunger of the mer. However, he actually comes across as very friendly, open, and optimistic. Even his prey do not suspect his non tendencies, and his non-mer friends never really consider the notion he might harm them until it’s far too late. At first glance, thinking of him as a mer is the last thought on anyone's minds. He's far too kind, too gentle, too caring. He has a heart of gold and a willingness to do anything for anyone. His compassion and self-sacrifice leave hardly any room for dark intentions. Some may say he has a bubbly personality, minus the flamboyance. Nothing can seem to tear him down. Nothing can seem to uproot him from his happiness. It's true and false at the same time, depending on how you really look at him. Zeke is a very different person. He has many layers to himself and each one is more complex than the first the deeper down one goes. The core of himself has never been exposed, and probably never will. He is clever like that. He hates it when others know of what he is capable of. It makes him feel exposed and vulnerable. He would rather leave them guessing and struggling to wrap their minds around the whole that makes up Zeke than knowing exactly what to expect and ascertain. Zeke is never one to boast of his strong points. He keeps them as aces up his sleeve, pulling out knowledge and abilities whenever the time calls for them, and only then or when no one is around to witness. He is a very studious mer, in that, when most mer are more taken in with the marine life, state of the ocean, and movement of prey, he is wandering the coasts in human form, visiting libraries and schools and wandering the streets. Reading, watching, listening, learning. He is always thirsting for knowledge and trying to discover more about the entire world he is in, not just the waters where he was born. Oh yes, he loves his ocean home something fierce. He must always be near water, not just to live, but it is his one sense of security and happiness. But though the ocean contains billions of mysteries humankind cannot begin to grasp, he wants to know of the billions of things humans know and think and understand that those of his kind cannot hope to. Through all his travelling and observing, he has become a master of change. He cannot change what he really is, but he can change to adjust to the circumstances. He can easily adapt to any situation, take on any role, act any way that is necessary for the circumstances, making him a very formidable opponent and phenomenal ally, both in mind and body. But despite all these things, Zeke is very easy prey. One would not think so after hearing all that he excels in, but when the core of his flaws remains to be himself. One is ones own worst enemy after all. His flaws are in his inability to be human. He has no true moral restraints: stealing, lying, murdering; and not just for the sake of survival but for the sake of his own comforts when he goes wandering the wide world trying to take on the knowledge he desires. He has murdered hundreds throughout his life, more than was necessary outside of being a food source. He is far too overconfident in his own abilities, which results in his limits being breached and all his vain attempts crumbling around him without hope of reform or results. He does not understand why this happens as he neither tried to discover why or had anyone approach him on the subject. His overconfidence also gives him an immortal complex. He believes he cannot be harmed by others or will lose in a conquest for the simple reason that he thinks he can overpower anything that presents itself as a challenge. He can be called naïve and perhaps arrogant, but never proud. Never that. His sense of self-esteem is low enough to be crippling, and more often than not, it does. It cripples him and never lets up. He cannot recover from thoughts of self-loathing or loss of self worth, and they just build upon each other over and over again. One day it will come crashing in on him. He would never let anyone know this. Never. He can get very attached to people, and has a psychotic way of viewing relationships. He will be friends with one in a moment, but the next, they are his mortal enemy. Then again, a close friend. He turns and turns as a whirlpool. He becomes unpredictable and unrelenting. He loves nothing absolutely save one person. This love nullifies any chance of other relationships, before even making itself clear that the love is returned to him in the same manner. This complete immersion into an unrequited amore could surely be the end of him. The party receiving this affection perchance does not know of his feelings, and probably will not for the longest time, as he is hardly aware of how intense this feeling is. Some may perceive this as an obsessive infatuation, but it really and truly is love. It is a deeper and higher kind of love that Zeke himself is incapable of understanding. It is the sort of love that makes one feel fractured when the significant other is not with them. It is the sort of love that consumes their mind, body, and soul. Such is what Zeke feels and such is what is preventing him from finding such a love ever again. And to whom is this love for? Her name is Cleopatra Romanov, a mer much like him in form though not in mind, and infinitely magnified in beauty, so he perceives and so others have as well. But whereas the beauty he sees is both her inner and outer extravagance, others do not tend to know what he knows. Perhaps this love Zeke bears for her truly is enough to kill him, for it has already taken control of his very being.
Baithin Caverly
protector witch
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42 yrs old
Stella Inkrose
vampire
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One word perfectly sums up all that is Stella Inkrose: failure.
Varamyr Pyrell
human
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Varamyr Pyrell is a sweet little boy with soft, lavender-silver hair and brilliant eyes a starry mix of bright wisteria and sky blue. He is so loving and always wants to help. He is six years old.
His parents died when he was three. He was pushed around varied foster homes. The one he is currently in is of the Dorrell family. He does not talk about them much.
He is a very, very happy little boy who loves school. He likes sweets, climbing trees, making crafts, and playing on the piano. He's actually very good.
His parents died when he was three. He was pushed around varied foster homes. The one he is currently in is of the Dorrell family. He does not talk about them much.
He is a very, very happy little boy who loves school. He likes sweets, climbing trees, making crafts, and playing on the piano. He's actually very good.
Lelouch Early
werefox turned
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Lelouch Early is a little werefox turned. He is eight years old. When he was human, he came across as a brat, always demanding and pushing and bullying. He was a very spoiled, very rich kid of an important family. At least when he was human. His parents never had time for him, but they let him get and do whatever he wanted. He was never happy though. Spoiled children never are. He has major anxiety and a mean temper. He can be very straightforward, blunt, and unfeeling. He has no regard for others and cares only for himself and his creator. He'd never admit to it though. He shows a lot of open resentment towards his creator, but he does follow them around. He hates the idea of being a burden, so he does what he's told. Sometimes. He won't open up to people. Ever. His thoughts are all his own.