INTRODUCTION

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CHARACTERS

AZURA'ELLYS

APPEARANCE

Human
Azura stands at a somewhat tall 5'11" and weighs a lean 151lbs, making her a slightly larger specimen when compared to most human women, but not by much. With lightly tanned skin dappled with freckles, cyan eyes, sky sigils on her cheeks, and long, silvery hair, she is the spitting image of something wild, ethereal, and vaguely exotic.Clothes
Azura constantly changes her wardrobe, which wholly depends on her environment. During summer, she favors tank tops with shorts. For fall and spring, blue jeans and colorful t-shirts are her go-to. Once winter comes around, she'll don something heavy. Since her clothes are constantly being destroyed, they never remain consistent.Dragon
Azura dons her draconic skin to change her form, which mimics that of a wyvern that is 5'11" at the shoulder, weighs around 1500lbs, and armed with dark avian talons, fanned ears, and deep-blue scales speckled with small, light spots. When the time calls for flight, her large, bat-like wings and tail fins allow for maximum aerial maneuverability.

PERSONALITY

Positive
Azura is a simple creature, but just on the surface. Being withdrawn from most social circles, she doesn't appear to be much more other than an awkward hermit, content to sit alone at the café with a cup of milk and honey tea. Dig a little deeper, and most will find not only a fierce survivor willing to die for a lost cause, but a bird that's far from broken.Negative
Azura is aloof and indifferent on her bad days, preferring the comfort of solitude, which she has learned to love, over the company of other people, who she has come to fear. Prior to being stranded and enslaved, she's never needed to kill to survive, and while taking lives isn't something she enjoys, never be mistaken that she won't do it to save her own.

BACKGROUND

Childhood
Azura'ellys was born into the Draela'ei, a race of skin-changing humans descended from the legendary dragons of yore. Isolated on the Runestone Isles from the rest of the mythical Realm of Aurophia, no one knew they even existed, for an eternal storm surrounded the islands on which they resided, never letting anyone enter or escape.Teenhood
Azura had been taught the basics of survival, crafting, and most importantly, sailing, at an early age. Every few years resulted in a migration from one island to the next. The first time she voyaged and felt the freedom beneath a sail was the moment she found her love of travel, eventually entering an apprenticeship to become the tribe's navigator.Adulthood
Azura drowned, and in death became a Dreamwalker, where she awoke in another reality on an island not unlike her own. Captured by the survivors, many terrible things happened throughout this period. Upon escaping, she waged a one-man war against the island, and once she returned to her home dimension, her civilization had disappeared.The Present
Azura continued on through sickness and health in the search for her people as well as a reason to keep marching forward. During this time, different worlds have come and gone, as have her friends and enemies. Seeking a place of reprieve, she continued to tumble through the extradimensional planes before landing in the elseworlds.

HEKILI'AKOS

HARRISON GRAVES

APPEARANCE

Human
Harrison is a giant of a man, possessing a fair amount of muscle but naturally dispositioned towards being overweight. Even with gray eyes and aging russet hair, his most notable traits include a slash scar on the left side of his neck and damaged left knee. A cricket inside an hourglass (back) and Aquarius glyph (right wrist) make up his tattoos.Clothes
Harrison is self-conscious of the state of his body and almost never seen wearing short-sleeved clothing, instead favoring a faded gray button-up shirt, a beige long coat with yellow trimming, dark gray jeans, and simple brown boots. Somewhat far-sighted, he will occasionally don a small pair of rectangular reading glasses to help with his vision.

PERSONALITY

Positive
Harrison is laid back, witty, and knows how to play around. As an avid lover of movies, there’s nothing better than a quiet night with a bowl of snacks and some wine while watching his favorite reruns. Ever since losing custody of his son, he has grown a soft spot for children, and while he doesn’t always know how to, he tries his best to be a good man.Negative
Harrison is aggressive, solitary, territorial, and lazy. Known for his mean streak, he has a legendary temper. Most of the time, he just wants to be left alone, and if he isn’t, he’ll swear at the problem until it goes away. At his worst, he’s violent, unreasonable, and revels in the grief he brings upon others in order to feel better about his own petty problems.

BACKGROUND

Childhood
Harrison Graves was born into a mundane family in a small rural town. Growing up, he had an ordinary childhood with the exception of the absence of his mother, who was deemed unfit for parenthood by a case involving the mistreatment of her children. Custody was given to their single working dad, who they were raised by from then on.Younghood
Harrison had always been a man for the sciences, especially astronomy and genetics. After graduating from college with a degree in biomedical engineering, he hoped to make a difference in the medical field. When that didn’t pan out, he settled for a comfortable job as a university professor much like his father, and for a time, he was content.Adulthood
Harrison transferred to a prestigious institute where he and his friends pulled some shady, but well-intended research. Not wanting a bad streak among the institute, they were exiled for their actions. Around this time, a disturbing revelation caused his wife to divorce him, taking his son with her, and their whereabouts have remained unknown.The Present
Harrison sent in an application for a magic license, and because of a recently suffered leg injury, the governing powers of Ramsgate approved in return for a service. To maximize their investment, he relocated to Rowanwick where he works as a library guardian alongside his two friends, putting their combined supernatural knowledge to good use.

JACK HATCHETT

APPEARANCE

Human
Jack is a stocky man marbled with muscles. Bestial and worn, he has luminescent green eyes, sharp teeth, clawed digits, pointed ears, and a notable chip on his upper-right lip. Pale chestnut hair falls just above his shoulders while prominent whiskers cover his jawline. A scorpion (left shoulder) and crossed axes with music notes (back) consist of his tattoos.Clothes
Jack is almost always seen in an alchemist’s tunic, favoring clothes signifying his status as a man of medicinal academia. For more mundane endeavors, he’ll don a coat and jeans, but always possesses a matching hat and absolutely no shoes. Fond of masculine rings, he wears an onyx ring on his left thumb and his wedding band on the appropriate finger.

PERSONALITY

Positive
Jack is a mixed bag and slow to reveal the machinations of his being. Even on his worst days he manages to be slow to anger and quick to be appeased. An inquisitive soul, he explores inner curiosities and is easy to indulge with a good conversation. Humor is important to him and the way he rolls with the punches, going about life while reveling in irony.Negative
Jack is better known by friends and foes alike for his darker side. Competency and cunning have helped make him into the syndicate leader he is today, though he’s more likely to reason than kill. Predatory by nature, he dedicatedly preys upon rivals to instill fear, and beyond that, he’s proficient in finding ways to make his victims answer for their crimes.

BACKGROUND

Childhood
Jack was born into the Blackwell family alongside two older brothers who tortured him throughout his early life, and his father did little to help. One day, the eldest lashed out, resulting in a traumatic injury that rendered Jack mute, and if it weren't for his mother, he might have died. Feeling isolated, he turned to alchemy as an escape.Younghood
Jack gained an interest in alchemy, his mother's profession, as well as the bloodlust that held monsters under spell. As a teenager, he left home for the town of Rowanwick where he met his best friend, Samantha Sykes, and became the apprentice of a man nicknamed “Drippy” whose shop and title he inherited after his mentor passed of old age.Adulthood
Jack struck an alliance with some like-minded scientists in Los Lunares, forming the Bed of Scorpions. Together, they created a bloodlust suppressant, SATE, through trial and error with live human blood, but not everyone was content. One of his coworkers committed arson to destroy the findings, but not before killing one of their own.The Present
Jack resorted to horrendous means to pursue his research and reconstruction of SATE. The Bed of Scorpions, turned into a crime syndicate, abducts the unwary by night to be brought to their hive and harvested for parts. Jack continues to search for a solution between managing the business, unaware that Samantha, now an investigator, is on his trail.

VALERIE KING

BACKGROUND

Childhood
Valerie started out in life as a baby raven, but it didn't last. Fed some questionable heartstrings, she turned into a human and was scooped off the streets of Helved, Denmark, by her adoptive family. As zoologists for an animal magazine, they frequently moved continents for work, and she spent the better part of her childhood abroad.Teenhood
Valerie moved to Los Lunares and entered a public high school, and from this development came a rebellious streak when she got caught stealing from a notorious street gang. One thing led to the next, and after the first taste of blood other than her own, it awoke a primal power that she had long since forgotten. The valravn had emerged.Adulthood
Valerie enrolled in college, and shortly after graduating, she put her communications degree to use as an editorial writer in her family's field of work. It wasn't until a sudden surge in gang-related violence towards vagrants that she was reminded that every ecosystem needed an apex predator, and decided that it would be her role to fill.The Present
Valerie continued her career in vigilantism, earing quite the notorious public identity while living off the hunt. Between chasing down digital leads through social media and taking her fight to the streets, she heralded the night in a flash of feathers and fangs, setting out not only to protect others, but to have a time on the wild side doing so.

DAMIEN CHASE

HEADWORLD

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LOS LUNARES

Los Lunares is a modern metropolitan situated on one of the largest harbors in Oregon, USA. Crime runs rampant, as do superpowered vigilantes. Each thing that goes bump in the night claws for a piece of the city while the supernatural elite tighten their grip with an iron fist.

A BRIEF HISTORY

Los Lunares was officially founded in 1852. Before that, its name was determined by Spanish colonizers, who saw the location as a blemish on the land due to the numerous odd events that took place during their stay. American settlers, who obtained the land later on, thought the name was pretty, so they kept it. In modern times, the city isn’t just a city anymore; it’s a hotspot for any and all things supernatural.

ROLEPLAYING

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Uno

Insects chirping and dancing among the concrete ruins of capitalism signaled the arrival of dusk. For some reason or another, Harrison imagined that the after-hours of Grey Moon would’ve been more lively, but nope. That was fine. As one might have imagined, a man with the last name of ‘Graves’ didn’t do ‘lively’ very well.Nighttime was meant for reading. A pair of rectangular reading glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, looking down at the first book in a two-part series that he’d probably read a dozen times over, just to relax in the familiarity of it all if nothing else.Harrison already knew how it’d all end. The woman that fell through the mirror would end up with the lovable young man that brought her through the multiverse by accident. A story with a happy ending? Imagine that.Still, truth was stranger than fiction, and reality itself wasn’t nearly so kind when someone slashed its threads. Much like anything with a gaping wound, it needed a doctor.* * *Light footfalls softly clicked against the cracked sidewalk. The figure didn’t walk with the grace of an apex predator, more so with the diligence of a doe armed with only a hint of steel beneath its supple skin. Leaves rushed by as if they were in a hurry to vacate the area. Winds whipped at her nose, which buried itself in the collar of her coat.The tip-tapping of shoes ground to a halt in front of their destination. The woman paused, and a hand nicked from work reached up to rub the bags beneath her eyes as if she could coax the sleep itself out of them. Even the strong grew weary after a while, and the creature known as Azura’ellys was no exception. Arriving had been difficult. By the good graces of an invisible will, someone… not so human, pointed her in the right direction.Grey Moon.Azura reached behind her head, undoing the pattern of hair bands that were lost in the thicket that was her mane of silver hair. With one good shake of the head, the entirety of her locks came fluffing down, and after internally agreeing to the terms and conditions of entry, she gently pushed the door open. Fresh-baked goods and an earthly odor distinct to crystal and herb shops wafted into the cooling dusk air, and for a moment, she found herself closing her eyes to bask.Harrison tensed at what felt like tendrils of wind grasping at his shins. Some deep, prey-weighted instinct took hold, and when he turned to look at the source, it was all he could do but squint in suspicion. Azura squinted back.“Guess I should’ve known better than to feed the animals. You following me around?”“Different plane. Different situation,” she replied with a shrug.Harrison could never quite place the accent that rolled off her lips. Greek, maybe? “Sounds like harassment to me.”“I need help.”“No, you need a watch.” He then turned his attention back onto the book and flipped a page. “I’m not on the clock tonight. Come around tomorrow.”Something wispy whisked through her teeth. “No.”At this, the book suddenly slapped shut. “Can someone do something? I’m being harassed,” he announced to nobody in particular, voice raising slightly.

Dos

Under darkness, it hunted. Like lightning, it struck.As the darkest day of the year crept further from its hole and upon man, so did the monsters that hid beneath its belly. Heavy footfalls echoed down the increasingly empty streets, followed by the rush of crisp autumnal winds carrying the faint chorus of thunder. Some would’ve called it quite ominous. The man known as Graves, however, found it far more terrifying.Short, shallow gasps intermingled with a light pattering of rain, each of their steps sending an upheaval of grime water, but dirtied boots were the least of his worries as his partner in crime got snapped into the air like a ragdoll. Any pleas or screams she may have had lingering on the tip of her tongue were silenced with a sickening splatter of crimson on the pavement.No time to care nor any inkling of pity for the woman was present. With a hop and a skip, the man leapt across a fallen street light, which had the unfortunate effect of leaving whatever followed in the dark, its winged shadow beating furiously after its next victim.Up ahead lied an abandoned fishery - the designated safehouse for his people (although he loathed to call them such) and their crooked endeavors. “Iron!” the man blurted, arms flailing and seemingly insane as he made his approach. “It doesn’t like iron!”Fortunately, someone heard him. Unfortunately, they didn’t listen. One of the guards, a boorish man of impressive size and tusks, slipped out from behind one of the old delivery garages, nothing short of a semi-automatic in his hands. A war cry bellowed from his throat, loud enough to rival the excessive number of shots that cracked through the night at an invisible foe.Graves took this opportunity to dive inside the relative safety of the fishery just as his meathead friend laid his eyes on the last light he’d ever see. Whoever he was - whatever he was - mattered about as much as his smoldering remains on the pavement did now.The lone survivor of the ordeal slumped against an old crate and clutched at his heart, chest heaving as he attempted to regain his bearings. As good organization would have it, he wasn’t alone. “Anyone got a brain cell left?!” Graves wheezed, eyeing the menagerie of odd faces - some monstrous - between breaths. “I want every rusty nail and rod pulled out and shoved down that thing’s throat, and-!”Something of a coughing fit hacked its way up his throat - a testament to just how not-used to all this extraneous activity the man was. “-You!” he continued, pointing a finger at the odd woman out. “The boss seems to think you’re worth something, so let’s put that to good use. Bring it down.”