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[thegraveyardshifts]

[ROBERT SHEEHAN, WITCH, NON-BINARY, 32, HE/THEY] CHESTER KOWALSKI called into 333FM. They were a little bit -ERRATIC & -SELFISH at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little +COMPASSIONATE & +ENCOURAGING. They said they’ve been working as a BARTENDER AT DANSE MACABRE, and thinking about aligning themselves with NO FACTION since they have been living in New Orleans for FIVE YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge ERRATICALLY MOVING PLANCHETTE ON A OUIJA BOARD, SCRATCHING OUT THE MARKS BRANDED INTO SKIN, DRINKING TO FORGET YET ALWAYS REMEMBERING vibes.

BASICS

Name:  Chester Kowalski.

Age: 32

Species: Necromancer Witch. Not that you’d know.

Powers: Chester’s power is something they see more as a problem. He’s a walking ouija board, a door between the dead and the living – at any point, they can simply take over his body without the need for permission. They are able to see and generally interact with ghosts to. Apart from that, he possesses similar magic and abilities to other witches of his type and general species.

Deity: N/A. Chester knows there are gods out there, has felt their power and has ultimately been left disillusioned by their silence.

Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Non-Binary, He/They, Pansexual & Panromantic.

Residence / Years: 5 years.

Affiliation / Years: None, potential to change. 

Job / Workplace: Bartender @ Danse Macabre

Relationship status: Single

Positive traits: Compassionate, Encouraging, Funny

Negative traits: Erratic, Selfish, Indulgent

BIO

TW: Child neglect, drugs / drug addiction, death, cults, prison,

What do you do when the people who are supposed to protect you don’t? When others coo and kiss their sweet babes in the pram, what happens to those not given shunned and told to shut up? A broken home is something many are familiar with, and Chester Kowalski is one of them. Stained mattresses and a hungry belly are their earliest memories, of trying to reach a breadbin and tugging on mother’s limp arm for something, anything. Growing into a toddler, more came along, brother and sister who needed looking after, and the tender child tried. Tried. Isn’t it strange how some children just fly under the radar? A whole neighborhood of people, systems designed to protect yet the Kowalski trio fell through the net. His miserable early existence was ended rather abruptly at 10 - all the magic running through the Kowalski bloodline couldn’t stop a pair of addicts perishing in a meth lab explosion, nor could it stop the subsequent splitting up of the siblings. Chester simply smiled and waved goodbye, so sure that after the car ride he’d be seeing them again.

They never did.

Fostering never seemed to work out for Chester. There was always bad behaviour, expected in a child such as them but, there was something else to. Little quirks that had them labelled odd by those that took them in - talking to thin air, drawings of people in the house, a small collection of bleached bones in a shoebox under the bed. It was excused at first, some form of trauma response, then acting out, furthered down to attention seeking. Family after family couldn’t deal with it all, and thus Chester was simply bounced around a system that they would eventually age out of. Without any major prospects, dead-end jobs were looking like they’d rule Chester’s life…unless. 24-hour gas stations had their fair share of dodgy clientele, and soon they were making money the way their parents had, by selling bags of white powder and pills to the desperate and depressed. It was a good living for a few years, till a few of them got caught. Someone smashed the getaway car, and when Chester opened his eyes he was blinded by white hospital walls, unable to move for the handcuff on the gurney.

When you’re 20, a minimum prison sentence of 6 years is a long, long time. You’re practically 30 by the time you get out, that’s what Chester chewed over as they pleaded guilty to possession charges on a stand with a disinterested judge and people’s attorney bringing up all the difficulty of the past, of a turbulent childhood and how such a young life had time to turn it around. Prison was prison, 6 years shortened to 4 on account of good behaviour. It wasn’t terrible, one day a gruff voice informed Kowalski of a phone call. A woman on the other end, voice hesitant with hope that this was her sibling. Another Kowalski, 1 of 3, desperately wanted this to be the eldest of them. The warm flower of hope bloomed within Chester, and they sobbed the moment she came to visit. It had been hard, following records, tracking locations till finally some article came up with a photo of someone she’d vaguely recognized, as if she’d seen in a dream.

They stayed in-touch, and once the stint was over, Chester was released and immediately sought to live with her. Many revelations were had between them - mainly the one that the things that haunted the corner of Chester’s eyes, the not-quite-people that spoke softly of their plights weren’t in fact hallucinations. The two of them were witches, and for some reason had a particular calling to the dead and deceased. The coven she was part of opened Chester with open arms, teaching them how to harness such abilities in aid of their goal, to heal the world. Whatever oddness may have been about the group, their blinding kindness, a mask for something more nefarious was lost on someone who hadn’t ever belonged, nor fit anywhere before. It was their 27th year, blessed Samhain, when the veil between our world and the one beyond was thinnest when Chester was drugged at lunch and dragged upon a stone altar within the woods. Are all coven’s cults? No but, this one was, something Chester didn’t realize until too late. Thankfully, they were too high to really feel the blade slicing thickly into flesh, being carved into a door to allow a god through. To heal the world through destruction, then rebirth. Chester awoke in a clearing, covered in gore, unsure of what truly happened. Where was their sister? What the fuck had gone on? The symbols glowed red-hot on their skin, a permanent mark of what he now was. A door to somewhere else.

Ending up in New Orleans was simply a fluke, the witch trying to keep their head down and start fresh…however hard that may be.

OTHER

they have no idea if their sister is alive or not. they haven't tried to search for her out of fear and have accepted that she's dead. (spoiler: she isn't).

attends karaoke night every thursday and wins the bar tab. you simply can't beat his one person rendition of islands in the stream.

literally doesn't perform magic as now has the association of magic = bad.

good old fashioned loverboy (town bike).

cares a lot about clothes and presentation, thrifts a lot of stuff, lots of vintage / 70s inspired pieces.

learned portraiture while in prison, something they have a genuine talent for.

sleeping pills for the night times. no pills? rave till 7am, then keep going.

goes hog wild at mardi gras.

often seen 'talking' to themselves - it's usually the ghosts they can see, have quite a good rapport with some of them.

sometimes gets possessed but its all cash money except when it isn't. has been contacted privately by a few people regarding using this power to further agendas or help solve problems.

strong desire to be loved and be part of a community.

performs menial tasks for spirits that need help 'moving on'.

skinny from childhood malnourishment, picky eater, asthmatic.

[frgdsecrts]

{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Myung Choi Age: Anicent/Unknown (spiritually young)Species: Garuda  Special Powers: Please see Garuda abilities here. Deity: N/A; he has yet to learn of a god that does not leave him disillusioned. Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis male, He/him, Demisexual Residence / Years:  One yearAffiliation / Years:  N/AJob / Workplace: Club Owner (Club name TBA) Relationship status: Single Positive traits: (ambitious, adventurous, intelligent) Negative traits: (unforgiving, impulsive, vengeful) 

myung choi was hatched a very long time ago and raised in what is now known as seoul, south korea.

myung’s childhood was very innocent. he grew up in love with the earth around him, every bit of it. he loved watching the sakura trees blossom every spring, enjoyed the feel of fresh grass beneath his bare feet, the way it felt to fly for the first time, and he loved watching people. he was never allowed to go near the villages occupied by humans, but myung loved watching how they lived from the shadows.

one day he escaped the temple he was kept in for most of the time, but he typically escaped every other day in all fairness. he didn’t realize then that he was escaping anything, those taking care of him had simply allowed it to be. but on this particular day the innocent young myung came across a very curious person named suresh. in suresh, myung saw the good in the world. he quickly began to enjoy spending time with him, exploring new areas, laughing over silly jokes, learning new experiences from him and vice versa. they began a friendship unlike any other.

but as myung got older, the truth slowly began to get revealed to him. he was forced to attend elegant festivals and to mingle with those that ran in his inner circle. it wasn’t until one day when he returned from his adventures with suresh that he was told the truth; they were sworn enemies, it was a doomed friendship from the start.

finally with the truth fully revealed, his training began. for years he was trained to be fierce, to wield his magic, reading scripture after scripture, how to fly with purpose, forged into the perfect warrior. feelings did not exist to him, those were a weakness, it was a hard process but he did outshine any expectations people had of him.

one day he was roaming the skies for any potential dangers when he came across a naga. the battle was instant between the two, vicious, until at one point they both realized who the other was. after on intense kiss, the rest became history between the two. he loved suresh, deeply so, despite always having been told this was an enemy. and maybe in hindsight…he should’ve listened. it did not end well, naturally, and myung has held a grudge against the naga for centuries.

as the world began to change, myung adapted to new environments. he was heading to clubs and then to illegal street races for the after after parties. he easily got along in the fast paced environments he was in, and he was even better at crunching numbers. for the most part, myung never lost a bet.

the older he got, the more he knew those closest to him wanted him to settle into a marriage. they wanted him to have a successor, a decent job, and to carry on the way they had done. it’s not that myung did not want those things, sure he did, he just did not want them in the timeline they wanted him to have those things in. and he throughout the years he’s grown a serious abandonment issue. the only person he trusts is his voodoo witch bestie (who comes from a long, long like of voodoo witches that had always helped his family from the very beginning). this voodoo witch is the reason myung has half the magical items he does and why he holds certain memories of certain people.

he’s a big into traveling, eventually finding his place in new orleans. he’s been coming and going for quite some time but only a year ago settled down. he’s holds little to no sympathy for people, holds even less patience.

[michaelwadex]

[ANDY BEAN, WEREWOLF, CIS MALE, 140, HE/HIM]MICHAEL WADE called into 333FM. They were a little bit RESERVED & STUBBORN at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little KIND & FRIENDLY. They said they’ve been working as A TATTOO ARTIST, and thinking about aligning themselves with NO FACTION since they have been living in New Orleans for ALL THEIR LIFE, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge A TATTOO GUN, AN IGNORED PAST, SUN RAYS FILTERING THROUGH THE LEAVES vibes.

The first thing to know about Wade is that he doesn't go by the name Michael, and if you dare to call him that, he'll gladly correct you.

He has lived in NOLA all his life, born and raised in the city to werewolf parents.

Owns a tattoo parlor in town, and specializes in inking up all supernatural beings.

He's aware of the gangs, but doesn't go out of his way to get too involved with them.

Personality:

Wade is a very happy go lucky kind of guy. He's often saying that he's too old or too tired to deal with BS, so he does his best to avoid it. He is polite and enjoys when others are polite back to him. The only way to get on his bad side is to be rude, or to use his first name. Other than that, he's very easy to get along with and tries to make friends with most people he comes across.

[emberroze]

Name:  Ember Rose Adams Age:  44 (July 4, 1980) Species:  Shapeshifter (American Bald Eagle and White Bengal Tiger) Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Female, She/Her, Straight, Heteroromantic. Residence / Years:  Lived in New Orleans for Five Years. Job / Workplace: Trauma Doctor at New Orleans East. Relationship status: Single Positive traits: Patriotic, Playful, and Bold. Negative traits: Impatient, Impulsive, and Indecisive.

[sanguisxferox]

{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Park Min-gi Age: 38 Species: Merfolk/Siren Powers: Same as any other sirens, though their voice is abnormally powerful for someone their age (such level would be seen in siren of many centuries—if not millennia). Deity: God of Seas/Water and a bit God of Desire Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis-male (genderqueer). They/Them. Demisexual. Grayromantic Residence / Years:  Gentilly / ~1 month Affiliation / Years:  N/A Job / Workplace: EMT / University Medical Center New Orleans & Singer / Club Oshun Relationship status: Single Positive traits: Charming, resourceful, dedicated, confident, calm, pacifist Negative traits: God complex (as EMT), avoidant, resentful, forgetful (with names), difficulty trusting, sprinkle of sass

{ FAMILY TREE }

Family: Unknown

{ HEADCANONS }

Mingi was born in the deep waters of Jeju Island in South Korea. Their birthday is February 23th, making them a Pisces.

Mingi has a dangerously powerful voice for someone their age. It's been—for the most part—a curse more than a blessing as they struggle to this day, to know if people like them for them, or if Mingi's voice has influenced their opinion.

They have no memories before the age of 10. So they only know of what they’ve been told. Which is that their memory loss was due to an attack on the kingdom they lived in with their family that had cost many lives and the destruction of said kingdom.

They've lived full-time underwater until they turned 18. Then left to explore the world, both on land and underwater. During their time on land, they've became an EMT and an amateur singer—they keep it to bars and casinos.

They have four rings on their left hand; index being the only finger without one (image). They've always had them and for some reasons, they cannot be removed by anyone else than Mingi themselves and willingly so. They've learned over time that the rings can act as a barrier against their voice's influence. So far, they given one away; to their first true love and even after things fell apart, Mingi left them the ring.

They originally came to New Orleans when they were 24 and stayed for 4½ years. It was during those few years that they fell in love for the first time and had their first heartbreak.

While they don't know the finer details, Mingi knows about the on-going factions war and more specifically about the Deathrunners which they almost joined. They're aware that their return to NOLA might force their hand into fighting too one day, but they'll avoid it as long as they can.

Mingi doesn't know why they came back to NOLA other than thinking that they felt a pull they couldn't resist.

When they aren’t swimming around to get to places, Mingi can be found riding their motorcycle.

They have a god complex as an EMT, systematically refusing to let anyone die on their watch whether willing or not and they don’t shy away from using their voice at work either.

Though, behind everything there's a secret about Mingi’s past that many people died to keep hidden and that even Mingi themselves have no clue about.

Mingi stands at 1.83m (6ft) with a calm, striking presence. Their dark brown hair―on the longer side and styled in soft waves―frames a face defined by a strong jawline and full lips. Their large, almond-shaped eyes convey quiet intensity, revealing depth and thoughtfulness. They dress androgynously, easily switching between masculine and feminine styles—one day wearing tailored suits, the next, donning a long skirt or crop top with heels. Despite the svelte nature of their appearance and attire, their surprisingly muscular arms and forearms become evident when wearing short sleeves. Mingi exudes a composed, soft and mysterious aura, with a natural, but ethereal scent like the warm, salty breeze of the ocean.

{ CONNECTIONS }

Ricardo Jimenez / first love & ex-boyfriend: They met back when Ric was 21 and Mingi was 25. They were friends for 2 years before becoming boyfriends. The relationship lasted for a year and a half. Things fell apart after an event that was a really close call for both of them and because Ric's dedication/loyalty to the Deathrunners became too important for Mingi. They broke up of mutual accord, but both were left heartbroken.

Suresh Lal / employer: They respect Suresh and feels like they owe him a lot for the chance he gave them twice—first time they came to NOLA and then now, ten years later. Mingi knows they’re the best singer Suresh has and likes to playfully banter with the naga, but it always comes from a place of warmth and kindness. Suresh is also one of the few people in the city toward whom Mingi was instinctively drawn to.

Versi Singh / close (gamer) friends: Mingi met both a few years ago while gaming online. First it was just for gaming and then it turned into real friendship. The siren had initially no idea that both were now residing in NOLA before moving back there. They like that both of them have a genuine kind soul.

Emiliano de la Rosa / friend?: They met the first year Mingi had arrived in NOLA. At first, Mingi sang to calm him and eventually developed some kind of camaraderie. A few weeks before all fell apart for the siren, they’d given a locket to him that when opened, he’d hear Mingi’s voice.

Levi Allaire / travelling buddy: They met Levi not long after leaving New Orleans while traveling around the world and they’ve been travelling on and off until summer 2024 when Levi finally settled down.

more tba

{ WANTED CONNECTIONS }

tba

[xlars]

❝ I think that I was dead and I am alive again. ❞

— basics:

full name: Lars Alexandersson gender: cis man pronouns: he / him sexuality:  heterosexual / heteroromantic age: 36 / 478 date of birth: october 28th 1546 zodiac sign: scorpio species:  vampire powers: tba deity: erebus residence / years:  8 months occupation: business magnate affiliation: The Lightless / 7 months relationship status: single personality traits: acerbic, secretive, aggressive, intuitive, brave, loyal aesthetics: black coffee, multitasking, bloody knuckles, never being good enough, perfectly clean home, dark room illuminated by the fireplace, sound of heavy rain, yearning for something that will never be the same again

about. / musings. / connections.

— trivia

he was turned by an unknown female after she unwillingly killed him while feeding

his sire isn't alive anymore, a fact that pleased him as he loathed her for having turned him

has ever only been in love with his wife, who passed away a few years before he was turned

has spent a life time carrying her photo, still, lest he would never forget her and what she looked like

he often dreamed of her, but it stopped about three decades ago

—headcanons

tw: mention of suicide

Lars moved a lot after being turned into a vampire, especially the more recent years as to not raise suspicion

he has never turned anyone before, considering this more of a curse than a gift

in truth, he never liked being a vampire even when he utilized the perks of strenght and powers that came with it

having been alive for nearly five centuries, Lars was tired of living, actively seeking for a way to become mortal again, he joined the lightless sharing the same ideatation

he has aquired quite the wealth through the years, often invests in business and founds projects to keep monet flowing in and keep a profile of a business man

he accidentally happened upon the reincarnation of his wife, who passed away 490 years ago

after finding out she worked as a psychiatrist, Liesl Schneider, he went to her office for a few sessions. he never used his powers on her, but was more interested in getting to know her than letting her analyze him

when he accidentally found her after her attempt to take her own life, he selfishly turned her

the fact that he has found her again and now turned her into a vampire as well, comes in contrast to his prior need to find a way out of being immortal

still, he aims to help guide her through this new stage for her, while possibliy dealing with the after math of his decision

[thegraveyardshifts]

[ANYA TAYLOR JOY, VAMPIRE, FEMALE, 280, SHE/HER] AGATHE DE BEAUHARNAIS called into 333FM. They were a little bit -COLD & -CRUEL at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little +CONFIDENT & +OUTSPOKEN. They said they’ve been working as CONCIERGE AT WESTBANK HOTEL / PERFORMER AT VESUS IN FUR, and thinking about aligning themselves with THE NAMELESS (CAPTAIN) since they have been living in New Orleans for TWO YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge A SNAPPED STRING OF PEARLS ROLLING OVER POLISHED FLOORS, SHARP NAILS THAT SCAR THE BACK THEY RAKE DOWN, A PALE FIGURE IN THE SNOW vibes.

BASICS

Name:  Agathe Lucrecia De Beauharnais Age: 28 / 280 Species: Vampire Powers: Typical vampiric abilities. Agathe has a slightly stronger than usual compelling charm due to her frequently using it, and is able to turn into a white bat Deity: God of change Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cisfemale, She/Her, Heterosexual & Heteromantic Residence / Years: 2 years Affiliation / Years: Captain for The Nameless Job / Workplace: Concierge @ Westbank Hotel / Performer @ Vesus In Fur Relationship status: Single Positive traits: Confident, Outspoken, Perceptive Negative traits: Cold, Difficult, Cruel

BIO

tw; death, sexual assault.

The year is 1745, the reigning monarch is Louis XV and Agathe comes into the world screaming in a way that will define her entire life. The Du Beauharnais were rich, a staple of the French court since records began and Agathe would be no different. She grew into a beautiful young woman, sought after by many suitors – love was Agathe’s true desire, not wanting to be shackled in a marriage of convenience like her own parents. She caught the eye of her brother’s friend, a handsome young general named Robicheaux and was sure that would be her love match. How idyllic and simple Agathe’s life was back then, and she didn’t even realise it. It was a terrible thing back then, for a woman to be caught alone with a man, especially in an intimate situation…. even if it wasn’t their fault. Agathe’s sparkling reputation was ruined, tarnished in foul act – even her betrothed Robicheaux threw the ring back. How could a man lay with a used woman, love one? She was easily kicked to the curb by a society that had once hailed her as a great beauty. Even her mother suggested it would be better for Agathe to repent and give herself to god, rather than live below her standards – she could still bear her husband another child, even if she was loath to do so.

Her maidservants whispered about her, whenever Agathe appeared in public a sudden hush would fall over crowds. Invites to balls and social events dried up, people could no longer look her in the eye. In an attempt to save some face, the blonde was married to an older widower with a son her own age. He had plenty of money, and mourned the fact his wife had died young in childbirth with their second son, something he hoped Agathe could rectify. It wasn’t, and it soured a tenuous relationship further. Her misery grew heavier and, one evening she stood on a balcony at someone’s summer house and wondered…would it be so bad if she chucked herself off? Yet, something changed that night, a handsome stranger behind her. He ignited something lost in Agathe as they talked, and laughed. For the first time, the young woman felt like she had a proper friend, even if it was a vampire. He’d come in the night, knocking on the glass of the kitchen window and she’d let him in, and the two would talk in private whispers before leaving. On occasion, they would come across each other in public. 

Agathe was completely taken by the creature, by someone who saw her as a whole and complete person. In hindsight, she was being picked, hunted by a thing she couldn’t fully understand. The vampire would eventually become her lover, and her sire - after Agathe’s husband died, and most of his estate and holdings passed to his eldest son with a small amount for herself. Agathe was 28 when she was re-married and turned into a vampire, finally truly happy for the first time in her life. For a few years, it was bliss, the night and dull days were her delights, able to afford all the fineries she craved and the love she had always desired. Good things don’t last though, for it soon became that he disappeared, and left a note; Gone to Russia. I shall return. He would return, she was sure. He didn’t. 

Agathe cried through their bond for weeks, asking him to come back because he was supposed to be different to the others. Didn’t he love her? Weeks turned into months…years and yet, the sire never returned. People asked where her husband had gone, yet grew suspicious at her answer. In her loneliness, Agathe grew restless and angry, began courting beautiful young men, an elaborate hunt, for once the deed was done, the vampire would rip out their throats. None of them qualified for a companion, no, that came from the most unlikely place. The slums, crowded by the filthy and the poor, Agathe finds him. Someone with manic eyes and a sharp mind in a place he shouldn’t be; her first, her fledgling, her Levi. She brings him to her house, cleans him up, and gives him fine clothes (they were her sires, too big for someone so slight and malnourished). He’s beautiful, and Agathe decides to keep him for a time. Finally, she had found what she had found so lacking, someone eternal that wouldn’t abandon her. And then, one night, the tug. The indescribable tug from a thousand miles away, the sire bond re-ignited as he whispers into her mind to come to him. It had been nearly half a decade since Agathe had seen him and yet, it all came flooding back. She packed nothing, just herself, abandoning her Levi and tearing across Europe in a mad frenzy…anything to get to him. What waited for her in Russia was not just her sire…but another vampire. Another 4, beautiful women from across the globe, vampires to his desire to bring his brides together. A family. Agathe didn’t last here, her jealousy and fury grew quietly and bloomed into a raging garden that couldn’t be extinguished…so, she killed the brides in a single night and did the same to her sire, and walked out into St. Petersburg.

She's old, and has seen too much to ally herself with any old gods. Coming to NOLA was purely co-incidental, as was learning about The Nameless themselves - she drunk dry a previous captain, absorbing all that knowledge in the process. The memories, the experiences. A surprise meeting, a short exchange, and Agathe now follows the god of change and destruction.

OTHER

Can you tell I got bored like a good halfway through writing the bio.

She's that audio where women are screaming and swan lake plays in the background.

Has done modelling within her life under a pseudonym.

Works at Vesus in Fur once a week and sees special clientele, the type where people get off on being fed from and pay handsomely for it. She does this in disguise, with a mask and a red wig.

The most beautiful white bat ever to fly the skies thankyou very much.

Fashionista, a natural one.

Kind of insane but in a good way. Hears the blood when she's in a room, it sings to her in sweet melodies.

Reads a lot in her spare time. Prefers A-ve blood.

Blonde hair down to her lower back.

Her sire isn't actually dead.

Speaks English, French, Spanish, Mandarin and a smidgen of Japanese.

Eats but it doesn't taste like anything to her.

If she walked towards you, nude, in the snow, you wouldn't see her. Kind of ghost like in general.

Levi's sire. the target on her back? huge.

ladies start fights and they finish them.

thrill seekers. anything to make her feel alive again.

has a portrait of her brother in her living room, a small one on the apartment wall.

beautiful singing voice.

thickest French accent. hams it up a lot.

[frgdsecrts]

{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Emiliano Luis De La Rosa Age: 224 Species: Werelion/Shifter Powers: Typical werelion/shifter powers Deity: God of Desire Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis-male, He/Him, Homosexual  Residence / Years: Lakeview / 1800s    Affiliation / Years:  Lotus Eaters / 224 Job / Workplace: Advisor to Suresh/Owner of Arcane Bookstore  Relationship status: Married. (2 kids. 5yr old Mateo & 3yr old Lucas)  Positive traits: Observant, Calm tempered, Ambitious, Negative traits: Reserved, Workaholic, Vengeful  

Emiliano was born in 1800 and the only child born to the De La Rosa family. They were part of a very powerful family line and have been within the Lotus Eaters for as far back their family tree extends.

From a young age the boy showed signs of great power, something his parents made sure to nurture throughout his childhood. He also showed a great interest in divination, and it was fortunate that he became very gifted in that as well.

He spent a lot of time indoors reading and studying. As obedient as Emiliano always was there were times in which he sometimes would sneak away to go on his own adventures. He particularly enjoyed venturing out towards the ocean area, walking along the shores of a beach at either really early hours of the morning or odd hours of the evening. It was during one of these walks that he met Coredlia, who would go on to become his future wife. At the time, he didn’t know then that she was the daughter of a royal bloodline below the sea. They started off as childhood friends that blossomed into teenage sweethearts, and eventually marriage. It was during their wedding that he realized her royalty, but that never affected how he viewed her.

He came to know Alejandro Herrera (Leto’s father) when he was in his twenties, carrying on that friendship until Leto’s fathers death. It was an honor when Suresh allowed him to fill the spot of advisor, something he holds deeply close to his heart even now. He has been Suresh’s advisor for (give or take) 175 years, and Suresh is truly the only one who knows Emiliano’s life inside and out. He trusts the guidance of the naga, believes full heartedly in everything he says, but he will also do his duty to make sure he is guiding Suresh in the direction that is best for The Lotus Eaters but especially for the naga.

His marriage was seemingly perfect to the public for centuries, because it had to be. His family needed the ties Coredlia’s royalty brought and Coredlia’s family wanted the ties they had with The Lotus Eaters in order to ensure the safety of their daughter, and because it never hurt to have ties on land that were linked to powerful affiliations. After the birth of their second child, however, it was evident to the married couple that they were truly just platonic soulmates. She fancied the gals more, while he fancied the fellas more. They are still the best of friends, great at co-parenting their children, and their household is filled with nothing but warmth/love. They opened their marriage so they could both still be happy with people their hearts pulled them to, but they are extremely secretive with the fact that they have an open marriage. Even more with the truth behind why.

He became the owner of the Arcane Bookstore ten years ago. He loves the bookstore and treats it with the kindness he would treat his own home. There are constant changes occurring within because the bookstore itself is enchanted to change with the seasons but also because he is always either adding or taking decor off the walls. Creating new rooms, dissolving them, etc.

He has two homes, three if you include the bookstore. His family home is located in Lakeview. It’s a huge home, filled with love. The second home he has resides in the downtown area. It’s on purpose so he can be close to the businesses and also close to Suresh when need be. This home is the one he claims as his own to the public, outside of the Lotus Eaters, in order to keep his family safe in his actual home.

He runs on caffeine, smokes, and a lot of whiskey. It’s not uncommon to find him sometimes napping with an open book or mid-sip in his coffee. He has two kids, two dogs, a cat, and is Suresh’s advisor…it’s a miracle the guy gets even an ounce of sleep. Nine times out of ten he probably has a scruffy face look going because of the lack of sleep and the amount of work he dives into. Although he tries not to randomly fall asleep in public so you can constantly catch him with a cup of coffee.

HEADCANONS

Since he is a werelion with a mix of shifter he can transform into three animals. His true lion form, his shifter fox form, and his shifter crow form. All three have different meanings. His crow form is mostly reserved for him to rest on Suresh's shoulder or nearby when the naga might have a meeting with someone that needs extra ears involved in secrecy, but he does love simply taking flight from time to time and enjoying the freedom of it. He is his happiest in his fox form, as that is hist most playful personality.

Within his home in Lakeview he has various rooms for various reasons. One is for Suresh to stay in whenever he chooses, and it is enchanted with a protection spell to keep him safe at all times. Not even his own family is allowed in that room, including his wife, because it’s a place he wants Suresh to know is truly his own. The next room that is important is Leto’s room. It is also enchanted to keep him safe while staying in it, but this room is accessible to his wife if need be. He has a room in which he practices divination, which is also enchanted and kept away from his family. Very few people are allowed in here and even know it exists. His family home is also open to any Lotus Eater that may need a safe haven or simply a place to crash for a bit. He’s strict about not letting anyone outside of his inner circle around his home.

He does not care who The Lotus Eaters are and are not aligned with because to him anyone involved in another gang should be considered an enemy. He is cordial, of course, but he doesn't trust a single one of them. He especially hates Suresh's involvement with some members, but mostly it's due to wanting to keep the naga safe.

Above all, he is a family man. Both in terms of the gang and his actual family. He will do anything for someone he considers family, including sacrificing his own life. That being said, he does not take kindly to mostly anyone (aside Suresh, Leto, and a very few selected others) approaching him when he is out with his kids. His kids do not fully understand what's happening around them and he wants to keep that innocence with him as much as he can.

He loves piano, old records, the smell of books, a good glass of whiskey, and silence.

He does not really date or allow too many feelings to attach themselves to people he might get intimate with. Mostly because he feels that things get too messy if you involve your heart, and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt someone. He knows deep down he would never leave his family, so why lead someone else on? Em would rather avoid that and just be upfront about it.

MORE TO COME

CONNECTIONS

ADDITIONS COMING SOON

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[LEWIS TAN, UNDEAD, MALE, 150, HE/HIM] MADDOX CHIANG called into 333FM. They were a little bit -HOSTILE & -STANDOFFISH at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little +LOYAL & +EFFICIENT. They said they’ve been working as a FIGHTER AT BAYOU BRAWLERS, and thinking about aligning themselves with THE DEATHRUNNERS since they have been living in New Orleans for SEVEN YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge DIGGING YOUR WAY OUT OF A GRAVE, THE MUZZLE OF A DOG BEING UNCLIPPED, A CONSTANT RINGING IN THE EARS vibes.

BASICS

Name: Maddox Chiang.

Age: 150.

Species: Undead.

Powers: Nothing other than the regular undead abilities however, it should be noted he lacks any form of 'magical' power as he was simply human before all this happened.

Deity: Though aligned with the Deathrunners, isn’t explicitly a follower or worshipper of the deity there. It’s more of an accidental association Maddox has continued due to being bound to a witch. 

Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis-male, He/Him, Bisexual & Biromantic.

Residence / Years: 7 years.

Affiliation / Years: Enforcer for The Deathrunners, has been for 7 years.

Job / Workplace: Fighter @ Bayou Brawlers.

Relationship status: Single.

Positive traits: Loyal, Efficient, Organised

Negative traits: Impulsive, Standoffish, Sarcastic

BIO

tw: death, body horror

Early life is such a haze after all the years Maddox has lived. What does he truly remember, versus what he’s read, or heard from others? It’s 1875, the country of his birth occupied by foreign powers greedy to own the earth, a history book told him so. Father is an Englishman with money and power, who owns the dockyards in countries Maddox has never even visited, and mother is his sweet maidservant who was seduced by a better life. A bastard, the insult sneered rings in his ears even now - life could’ve been worse, Maddox could’ve been a daughter instead of a son. The next thing that’s clear is boarding school, old enough to make the long trip from Singapore to England, to study where the great masters of old did. Maddox is 12, and had never felt more alone nor isolated. Father’s estate keeps him company, huge halls and a stepmother and elder sister who simply do not speak to him. (Later, he learns, she couldn’t have any more children. A man in want of a son will get one no matter what, and the lady of the house had little say).

Something changed one day, something had to change - when that man came into his life. Oxford was a fine place to grow into a thinker, studying history and politics amongst others yet, someone caught Maddox’s eye. He’d say that he saw your potential, and that’s what drew the two of you together - thinking now, he’d say it was more a protection thing. Maddox had always been taller, stockier than many other sons of lords, and he was smaller though, no less intimidating. Such plans he had, Rian, destined to be the little king of his namesake, charming and intelligent, not content to ride the coattails of others, rather to be his own man. It wasn’t hard to fall in love with someone so magnetic. The life of bachelor’s has been written about extensively, he’s read accounts and anecdotes but knows his truth was far stranger. Rian could do things; magic, a light touch of the finger would see cuts earned in bar scrapes knit together, milk curdle upon a look, the fire set ablaze with the flick of a wrist (though the last, he claimed, had always been a party trick). The dead were his playthings mostly, wanting so badly to create life and redeem his family name, restoring the glory robbed from them so many years ago. Maddox agreed to help, whatever the cost, a lovesick fool.

Graverobbing isn’t what he went to Oxford for yet, he finds himself more often than not elbow deep in corpses, dragging them to the basement where they conduct experiments to make real life. A bastardised hybrid of science and witchery takes place once a month, and each month it fails. Yet, the two persist, in hopes of glory. All good things come to an end…now, that’s a head-scratcher. How did Maddox die? He can’t recall, the two of them were out at night, secret bars in secret basements for a bit of leisure time, walking home through smoggy London streets. Somebody had wanted money, called them both names Maddox can’t recall. What he does remember is the anger at seeing the barrel of a gun, the soft turn of Rian’s wrist and the words on his lips. A trigger pull was far faster, once, twice, thrice. Maddox was fated to step in-front of whom he loved, a protector till the end, and to bleed out on pavestones, just another body.

Coming back to life was a shock. Warm arms around his neck, soft kisses upon the skin, and Maddox looked at the stranger who was so happy to see him. Why? He felt cold, oddly so, and trying to think about the whys left only blank holes in his memory. Rian, the man's name, crows feet catching the corner of his eyes, hair more silver than black. There was nothing but raw fear, and panic crawling through a creature who had little to no memory of…anything. What even was his name? Words came out slurred, tongue heavy from disuse. The person who brought him back pulled him up, tried to keep him still but Maddox shoved him away, shrieking in response. There was nothing left of the man Maddox had been, only this new thing, a perversion of nature. Rian tried for a year, hoping to rouse back the person once loved but…nothing. This new thing seemed only good for violence, prone to such intense fits of it. A spell was crafted that sent the undead into a serene slumber, buried underground within a coffin, a single rose between pallid hands. 

The year is 1930, and WW2 has ended. In the wreckage of a bombed bookstore, a witch uncovers a grimoire not of her covens, nor families. She reads aloud something on a scrap piece of paper, the inscription reading that to do so will summon a loyal yet dull creature who will do whatever she asks of it (though, it warns, the thing does prefer violence and adores custard creams). Later, in the night, a re-animated Maddox smashes down the door to her cottage, once more awoken, now ready to serve.

OTHER

couldn't be arsed to write it properly in the bio sorry; rest of Maddox's existence up to this point has literally been him just being put to 'sleep' and then re-risen by witches and liches to do their dirty work then going back to sleep again for like. 120-odd years.

ended up in new orleans after one of the deathrunners summoned him. Maddox is kind of 'bound' to the witch that does this so has aligned with them.

frankenstein but hot.

unfortunately goes into a fugue state where he commits great acts of violence now and again.

grumpy >:(

not based off the dark urge from bg3 at all.

works out a lot so weirdly buff for an undead. all skeletal lich are suuuper fucking jealous of the meatbag!

enjoys reading and is talented at playing the piano.

doesn't remember half the backstory i wrote out.

semi-infamous within the undead community.

basically used as a hitman. who killed archduke franz ferdinand? you're looking at him! (jokes.)

just let him DIE.

billy from hocus pocus energy.

secretly really wants to go back to singapore.

HIS REAL NAME ISNT MADDOX!!! he just gets renamed everytime he's resummoned.

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{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Mila Mia Schneider Age: 29 Species: Weremountainlion Powers: Typical were abilities   Deity: Goddess of Death  Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis Female, She/Her, Bisexual Residence / Years:  Two Months  Affiliation / Years:  No Faction Job / Workplace: Mortician(Intern) at House of Usher Funeral Home Relationship status: Single Positive traits: (nurturing, encouraging, adventurous)  Negative traits: (naive, stubborn, too forgiving) 

{ FAMILY TREE }

mother: greta elise h. schneider father: otto schneider siblings: liesl aurora schneider (fraternal twin), second sibling tbd

{ BIOGRAPHY }

Much like the northern lights that appeared on the day of her birth, Mila has always had a very bright, colorful, outgoing spirit. Unlike her twin, Liesl, she wasn’t known to be shy. She would engage in conversation with those around her, ask various questions, and be the voice her sister needed if that was ever asked of her.

She picked up a passion for reading and writing at a very young age. She loved to read stories that involved adventures in far off lands and universes as a way to escape from the world she lived in. In these stories, she was able to become various people and she loved that. If you ask her then she will say she’s been a princess, a gladiator, a witch, an astronaut, and so on. Her passion for writing was struck by her sister, Liesl, because she would often use notes to communicate with her and write her letters when she had a lot to talk about. Within those letters, Mila discovered that she felt more free when she could write. She began with poetry and then slowly inched her way to short stories. It’s a hobby that’s stuck with her even to this day.

When it was decided they would move to NYC, Mila couldn’t have been more ecstatic. It was like entering one of her stories, but this time it was her adventure. She was eager to see what the city life had to offer, not even realizing that her family business was crumbling in Germany. When the choice her father made to wed one of his children off was announced nothing but dread filled her, and that dread only grew when it was Liesl who was to be wed. She worried constantly for her twin, but she was supportive with her family. Maybe it would be a fairytail in disguise, at least that’s what she wanted to believe.

Mila went off to college in Illinois and it was during her stay in Illinois that she met a guy who would change her world. In every sense. She was twenty-three when they met at a rock show, their story becoming one for the books. She dropped out of school to begin traveling with him around the states a bit, unintentionally becoming part of his biker gang. Their relationship lasted for six years, with the first one being that out of one if her fairytails she used to read. Every year since their first one together was nothing but a roller coaster and very bumpy road. He was constantly jealous and very rarely showed her the kindness that love could bring. So, she’s never truly known that gentle touch of light.

The decision to come to New Orleans was his, but Mila happily followed him. What she didn’t know was that a month into their stay he had already decided what her fate would be, and it would be yet another thing he’d control. For reasons that she truly doesn't know, he waited for the full moon to bite her while she slept. He didn’t stick around much longer after that as two days later he found a new beau to strap on his bike. And she was left to fend for herself, but more conused than anything.

Luckily, for her, she had landed a job as an intern at The House of Usher Funeral Home before the incident had occurred. She’s passionate about the job and tries her hardest to make sure she doesn’t mess up, but she learns from her mistakes when she does Delicate in everything she does, and caring for the plants around the funeral home, Mila takes care of everything with a love she’s never experienced.

{ HEADCANONS }

has various horror movie tattoos on her arms and one of a half moon and stars on her wrist (pictured below)

has a constant fear her ex will return randomly into her life

has become more reserved since being bitten and overall during her relationship with her ex. it’s something she’s trying to work on again.

has immense love for her siblings, but her twin is her favorite.

has a love for lavender, honey, and vanilla scented things.

whiskey is her baby. she loves it.

she still chases the adrenaline life has to give and loves doing outdoor activities. cliff diving, skinny dipping, camping, and so on.

rock and roll, early 90s/00’s, romcoms, true crime, horror, period era related movies, and nachos are her jam.

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{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Versipellis Singh  Age: 34  Species: Werewolf Powers: Typical werewolf abilities Deity: God of Life Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis male, He/him, Uncertain  Residence / Years: French Quarter/10 Years   Affiliation / Years: None  Job / Workplace: Haunted tour guide and paranormal podcaster  Relationship status: Single  Positive traits: kindhearted, amicable, trustworthy Negative traits: naive, rambunctious, self-conscious

From birth the triplets were separated, thanks to a prophecy that followed the pack from hundred of years before. One triplet remained in the pack, to be raised among their people. The second was left for dead, a sacrifice the pack deemed as necessary for their survival. The third, Versipellis, was left on a winter night in front of the door of a nearby orphanage for the humans to take in. He grew up in this orphanage, growing close relationships with the staff that roamed the halls, and dreaming of one day having a family to call his own.

For a couple of years, everything was fine for Versipellis. In hindsight, had he known of his true origins, the signs should’ve been evident the closer it came to his fourteenth birthday. His body was developing quicker than he could handle, strength getting stronger than he knew possible, everything seemed to be turning inside out for him. He turned when he was fourteen, a feeling he’d never forget. Being scared, and having nowhere else to turn to, he confined in one of the staff members he thought were there to help. Just before his second time turning into a werewolf, they chained him up in a room that was located beneath the orphanage. They told him it was to keep the other children safe, as well as himself, and while that might’ve been some of the truth, the reason was mostly because they did not want anyone to know of his existence within the orphanage.

So, he reminded in that room, until he turned eighteen. At the age of eighteen he was taken from his room in the odd hours of the evening. The staff from the orphanage took him to the forest, telling him it was to let him get some fresh air for a while, but they failed to inform him that that’s where they would be leaving him. Filled with fear, confusion, and some sadness, Versipellis eventually figured out how to navigate this new chapter of his life. Even to this day, he doesn’t carry ill feelings towards the orphanage staff, he understands why they did what they did, and he’s forgiven them for it. Along the way he did make friends but ultimately, he’s never stuck around somewhere too long. Mainly due to always finding himself trusting the wrong people, which has gotten him mixed up in some dangerous situations.

He stumbled upon New Orleans one summer while drifting and fell in love almost instantly with the place. There was something in the air, or just in general surrounding the city, that had a gravitational pull with him. After a while, Versi finds a home within New Orleans. It’s where he has been residing for the last ten years. He became partners of the Haunted Mansion Tours with Henry and the two of them have blossomed the business into a popular spot for tourist. He is still very trusting, forgiving, and caring about those around him. He’s especially involved with nature, loving to grow things and care for plants. While he isn’t sure how to navigate his werewolf side, considering he’s never had anyone to show him, and he thinks he’s a cursed human because of it, Versi has recently gone under the wing of Leto.

HEADCANNONS

He's a jokester kind of guy, always enjoying making people laugh.

He's easily flustered and blushes if you try to flirt with him. Considering he's never been kissed, or even held hands with someone, it's not something he is used to really happening. Let alone doing.

He has a podcast named the Ghost Shift. He calls it the ghost shift because, well, he thinks it's funny that he mostly talks about the paranormal on it.

He is his quietest when a full moon approaches because his mind is usually consumed with anxiety. He often tends to disappear for a bit during it and afterwards.

He still has zero idea he has any sort of siblings out there.

He has a roommate (Lazarus "Rus" St. Cyr) whom he adores very much and is always thankful for them because they take care of him when he needs it the most. Mostly when he returns from a full moon.

He is in love with plants! He loves taking care of them, talking to them, and watching them grow. It helps that he has something of a green thumb. In the summer you can expect a lot of freshly made jams. Lavender is one of his favorite things to grow.

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{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Ricardo Jimenez  Age: 34  Species: Witch  Powers: Regular necromancer abilities Deity: Pending Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis male, He/him, Homosexual  Residence / Years: 25    Affiliation / Years: The Deathrunners/25   Job / Workplace: Decoy leader for The Deathrunners   Relationship status: Single  Positive traits: reliable, humble, courageous Negative traits: reserved, over thinker, workaholic  

Ricardo's friendship with Mathias goes as far as he can remember, as does his loyalty for the other. He's the only one who truly knows Ricardo inside and out. If he lies, Mathias knows. If he is hurt, Mathias knows. Whatever the case, Mathias will always know. It's the kind of bond he has formed with the other throughout the years, and it's one he would happily lay his life on the line for.

He is extremely laid back, loves to observe more than anything. There are times in which he can be a bit too laid back, like when he left for New York City for a month. It was there that he dropped his guard down entirely, caused a little mischief, and met his now bodyguard. Things that were supposed to stay in NYC ended up coming to New Orleans with him, but he likes to pretend like he doesn't think about it.

Unless he is close with someone, chances are, he is not very talkative. He doesn't care to mingle in the lives of others if they aren't important, or someone Mathias needs him to look into, but he does enjoy getting drunk at random bars from time to time just listening to the stories of people who were passing by. And there are times he will mingle in heavily populated tourist spots, like The Haunted Tours Mansion, just for the giggles of it all. Well, that, and he also had another good friend Henry Cohen that he enjoys seeing.

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{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Leviathan Allaire  Age: 150  Species: Vampire  Powers: Typical vampire powers Deity: Goddess of Death Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis male, He/him, & Pansexual Residence / Years: 100  Affiliation / Years: None yet  Job / Workplace: Bartender at Danse Macabre  Relationship status: In a relationship with Leto Herrera Positive traits: loyal, passionate, quick thinking, Negative traits: reckless, brazen, hot tempered 

He was born somewhere in France on some day in 1874, his birthday is a little fuzzy these days. At 18 he joined the army. He served for four years, proudly, and it was in this time he was turned. He was 20 when it happened. Naturally, as with any newborn vampire, Levi was a merciless bloodthirsty killer. While he is a bit calmer now in the sense that he won't just randomly kill, he does have his moments.

He only really listens to Leto or Suresh. Otherwise, the guy is pretty impulsive on a lot of his actions. He tends to get into a lot of trouble when he isn't at work, or with his boyfriend, but he just cannot help himself. At least he'll always make sure you never have a boring time.

Occasionally he will get flashbacks to the life he used to live when he was human, but the memories are blurred. He can't remember who his family once used to be, or what he was like before, but he can remember pieces of his time in the army. Sometimes he thinks if he leaves New Orleans, he could find some answers but for some reason, Levi always ends up talking himself out of the idea.

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{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Fior Anker Age: 276 Species: Lionfish merfolk Powers: As Lionfish Merfolk, he has venomous spines like a regular Lionfish in his “fish” form. Deity: Goddess of Death Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis-male. He/him. Demisexual. Grayromantic Residence / Years:  Esplanade Ridge / since 1812ish Affiliation / Years:  The Lightless / early beginnings Job / Workplace: Emissary / Owner of House of Usher, Funeral Home (Esplanade Ridge) Relationship status: Widower Positive traits: Lawful, reliable, intelligent, loyal, devoted Negative traits: Cynical, fatalist, passive-aggressive, phlegmatic, secretive

{ FAMILY TREE }

Parents: Deceased

Adoptive Parents: Deceased

Agnès Anker / Wife: Deceased (Voodoo Witch) | photo

Kai & Nova Anker / Twin children: Deceased | photo

Older sister: She’s dead to him (see wanted connection)

In-laws: See wanted connection (Voodoo Witches)

{ HEADCANONS }

He was born in Denmark, the youngest of two children. His birthday is March 3rd, making him a Pisces.

To this day, he has kept a hint of his Danish accent when he speaks.

His affinity to learn new languages had been extremely useful for his work as Emissary. Hence why he speaks over a dozen different languages to different degrees of fluency.

His biological parents died when he was around 10 in a freak accident. He was then adopted and half a decade later, his adoptive parents were murdered.

In his late 60’s, he visited New Orleans where he met the woman that would eventually become his wife (Agnès Duval/Angela Bassett fc). Agnès was part of the newly formed faction called The Chthonics (now known as the Lightless). It’s through her and the faction members that he learned to accept the many deaths in his life and go through his grief.

His calm nature and very neutral, but lawful way of seeing things made him an almost perfect candidate to be an Emissary in the late 1990’s. A position he’s held ever since.

During their life together, Agnès and Fior had an opened relationship, but truly only loved one another. They had twins together (a boy and a girl, named Kai and Nova respectively) whom died alongside their mother during a failed mission in 2018. The twins were 19 and his wife 241.

Following their deaths, Fior has been become phlegmatic; losing interest in anything romantic and sexual as the grief consumes him. He’s quite literally blind to any interest anyone could have in him, including ex-lovers.

His brief time as Mathias Attano’s lover made it possible for The Lightless to discover what the Deathrunners’ Higher Ups were planning to do with the young man (make him a vessel to become a new God of Life).

As an Emissary, he’s extremely charming, but doesn’t take well to being gaslighted, bullshitted or being on the receiving hand of blatant disrespect. Situations like that will either result in Fior becoming increasingly passive-aggressive―sending extremely polite insults that are easily missed, or leave the pourparler.

With a striking presence at 1.83m (6ft), Fior boasts unkempt, greying hair and piercing blue eyes, framed by a semi well-groomed, long stubble beard. His tattooed arms, adorned with black-and-white designs of lionfishes and voodoo symbols, pay tribute to his roots and lost loved ones. Often seen in short-sleeved buttoned shirts, he effortlessly transitions from sophisticated in a blazer to a rougher edge when sleeves are rolled up, showcasing his ink and the stories etched into his skin.

{ CONNECTIONS }

Suresh Lal / acquaintance: They met for the first time in mid-2019—underwater— while Fior was on a diplomatic mission. Since then, they've crossed path when diplomacy was required and the Lightless Leader wasn't available or Fior's presence was demanded by the naga himself. Fior feels very neutral about Suresh, mostly because he no longer stops to think about things beyond his work and is unaware of the Leader’s interest in him.

Mathias Attano / ex-lover: They met in 2017, unaware of each other's identity. It lasted until 2018, right after the loss of his wife and children when Mathias offered to bring them back. The argument that broke between them is how Fior found out the Deathrunners' plan for their messiah. Until recently, Fior still cared about the younger man, but their last few meeting has made it impossible for the Emissary to hold any positive feelings toward the Deathrunners Leader. He's still horrified by what is being done to him.

Lars Alexanderson: TBA

{ WANTED CONNECTIONS }

Older sister: Like a repeat of the siblings fight between the God of Death and the God of Life, Fior’s older sister is part of the newish faction The Nameless. While Fior has accepted Death itself and the many deaths in his life (even though he’s currently still grieving the loss of his wife and children) his older sister went down a different path; seeking revenge and her own justice against something that (while “unfair”) is natural. They have an antagonistic relationship (mostly from his side). She still loves him dearly (he's her baby brother after all) and they'd both be incapable of killing each other, but the tension when they're together is palpable. (Helen Mirren FC)

Deceased wife’s sibling: Just like all other members of the Duval family, they are part of the Lightless. They have a sibling-like relationship with Fior and are saddened by his current inability to move on or just enjoy life again. Agnès was the glue in the family and her presence has been missed. Not long after Agnès' death, Fior closed himself off completely for a year because of his grief, it almost put a strain on their relationship, but it's that same grief that brought them back together. While not a confident to Fior, they are one of the very few people the Emissary is comfortable to be vulnerable with. (Florence Kasumba, Djimon Hounsou, UTP similar +45 fc)

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{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Knox Marquis Age: 160 Species: Undead Shapeshifter / Familiar Powers: Knox doesn’t have special powers, but his natural shapeshifter powers are significantly enhanced as a reflection of his master’s growing powers. When they kill in their bear form, they absorb the life force out of their targets to act as a battery for Mathias later on. Deity: God of Life Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis-male. He/they. Pansexual. Greyromantic Residence / Years: Bayou / 140 years Affiliation / Years: The Deathrunners / 140 years Job / Workplace: Bodyguard / Wherever Mathias is and he's needed Relationship status: Single Positive traits: Strong-willed, loyal, reliable, confident, wise Negative traits: Violent, unstable, detached, inhibited, overprotective

{ FAMILY TREE }

Father: Deceased

Mother: Deceased

Adoptive Brother: Kazimir 'Vanja' Voronovitch

{ HEADCANONS } TW: Mention of death

His birth name is Lennox MacMharcais. They were born on November 17th, making him a Scorpio. He's of Scottish descent.

He has a Scottish accent and it thickens when he gets agitated or joyful.

He speaks Scots, Scottish Gaelic, English, Louisiana French, Spanish and understands some Hindi

He is Mathias Attano’s familiar.

His animal forms are much larger than usual. They are an albino alligator and a bear, both corrupted. Though, the bear is also rotten (like the bear and alligator from the movie Annihilation). This is due to Mathias’ powers and decaying.

They weren’t born a familiar. They were initially a very loyal and devoted shapeshifter and member of the Deathrunners. Before their first death, their two forms were a Red Deer and an Adder.

They were Sebastian Atlas’ bodyguard until they got resurrected.

They died for the first time at 45 to save Kazimir and brought back as an undead by the Higher Ups. He was an undead for a century.

They have died countless of times and always brought back as an emotionless undead (golem). Until the the age of 145, when they were fully brought back to life by Mathias Attano; magically binding them together which turned Knox into his familiar.

He’s very comfortable in his gator form, but hates the bear one, because it’s more painful and corrupted. Now seeing his own human skull on the side of his head and his eye also traumatized him. The bear form also has many other skulls across its body. So he only shifts into a bear when commanded by Mathias.

Knox doesn’t remember much from their time as a “Golem” if any and still has a hard time remembering his time before his first death. Even after 15 years, he still struggles with emotions at times.

Standing at only 1.70m (5'7"), Knox compensate what he lacks in height with an imposing muscular figure. He has shoulder-length hair, often styled in a half ponytail, highlighting his striking blue eyes and well-kept short beard. While his few tattoos hold deep meaning for those close to him, they remain largely hidden beneath his casual (and sometimes chic) attire. Often dressed in knitwear or open-buttoned shirts those always reveal his well-defined pecs as he carries an air of effortless confidence. His rugged physique speaks to a life of hardship, marked by countless deaths and reanimations, adding depth to his presence and an intriguing story beneath the surface.

{ CONNECTIONS }

Mathias Attano / Master: As both his bodyguard and familiar, Knox is extremely close to Mathias; probably more than either likes since there’s not much to keep secret between them. Knox―at times―interchangeably sees Mathias as a son, younger brother, his Master or just his favorite person when he’s in his gator form. He’s extremely protective of him; hence his growing hatred for the Higher Ups of the Deathrunners whom he holds sole culprits for Matty’s suffering.

Kazimir 'Vanja' Voronovitch / Adoptive brother: Initially, they were both from the same nomadic pack of shapeshifters and grew up together. Prior to his first death, they had a really close relationship. Knox still hasn’t fully regain his memories from before he was resurrected, so there’s a lot he doesn’t remember about his time within their pack. Nowadays, 15-16 years after his resurrection, their relationship is almost back to its former glory even though Knox misses a lot of information.

Suresh Lal / Fuck buddy: They’ve technically known each other for much longer than Knox can remember. So because Knox was first Sebastian Atlas’ bodyguard, he has unknowingly met Suresh before his first death and during his time as an undead, but he only remembers the times after his resurrection. He has an intense fascination for the naga’s true form and they’ve been sporadically sleeping together for the past 3 years. There’s no great love story between them; just sex and camaraderie.

Father Jude Freling / Contentious ally: They have a mutual dislike of each other. From his side, Knox finds Jude ungrateful for being saved by Mathias and doesn’t like his antagonistic attitude toward him. They’ve fought on multiple occasions, but always away from prying eyes―unless it’s Mathias’―and in public Knox will always defend Jude or show a united front so that their dislike of each other doesn’t affect Mathias negatively.

Ricardo Jimenez / Close friend: Knox has known Ricardo as long as Mathias and in both case, he doesn’t remember either before being resurrected by Mathias. Because of the two younger men close proximity, Knox who’s tightly connected to Mathias’ emotions grew naturally closer to Ric over time. Knox can count on one hand those he blindly trusts and Ricardo is among them.

{ WANTED CONNECTIONS }

Friends, Gang members, Frenemies

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{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Henry Cohen Age: 130 Species: Blood Witch / alchemist Familiar: Eric Draven (Crow) Powers: Other than typical blood witch powers, Henry and his family are able to create 2-way fixed portals anywhere in the world that can be activated with a specific powder and their blood. The doors are noncorporeal and invisible. They are located all around New Orleans (and the world), giving Henry access to any places he wishes to go or take others with him without being seen. His homemade powders are mixed with his blood for quick use and to skip usually long rituals, different colors for different things, hence why his fingers often look stained when he uses them a lot. Deity: Primarily, the God of Travelling (deceased), but highly regards similar ones that guide souls; like Anubis, Fengdu Ghosts, Charon, Shinigami, Xolotl, Veles, etc. Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis-male. He/him. Homosexual. Homoromantic Residence / Years: Lakeview / 50 years Affiliation / Years:  N/A Job / Workplace: Portal Maker/Guide & Owner of Wyrmwood Apothecary (French Quarter) Relationship status: Single Positive traits: Loyal, reliable, resourceful, witty, honest, loving Negative traits: Sassy, inconsiderate, short-tempered, self-serving, obsessive

{ FAMILY TREE }

They are, for the most part, alive, but none of them currently lives in New Orleans other than Henry. They can be found all around the world.

{ HEADCANONS }

Henry was born in England and of Jewish descent. His birthday is on October 23rd, making him a Scorpio.

He can switch back and forth between a Londoner accent and a New Orleans one.

It was while visiting his uncle in New Orleans that he fell in love with the city and decided to settle down there. His uncle left a few years later, leaving Henry to be the last of his family in town.

He speaks English, French, Spanish, and Louisiana French. He can understand Hindi well enough, but isn’t very good at speaking it.

One of his most common nickname (like the rest of his family) is The Traveller(s)

The Cohen are rumoured to be descendants of the God of Travelling; hence why they can make portals and guide people through them the way they do.

Henry owns and run an Apothecary in the French Quarter called Wyrmwood Apothecary.

He can get dangerously obsessive when he wants something/someone and he’ll go to great length to get what he desires.

The Cohen's divinely blessed bloodline is something the Higher Ups of the Deathrunners found out; resulting in them making a deal with the family a long time ago. The purpose was to get some of their blood for the corruption of Mathias Attano, which was a good deal until the Higher Ups became too greedy.

Recently, their greediness led them to almost draining Henry out of his blood, but he managed to escape. The direct attack has put the Deathrunners at odds with the Cohen Family all across the world.

Unbeknownst to Henry, the attack on him wasn’t as random as he thought, nor only out of greed and no one other than the Higher Ups know what provoked the attack.

As a consequences, any know members of the Deathrunners are turned around by the Cohen family (or killed on the spot) who now refuses to make portals for them and in Henry’s case to let them enter his Apothecary shop.

Standing at 1.80m (5'11"), Henry has a charming presence to him. He has wavy, slightly curly hair that falls just below the nape of his neck, accentuating his striking turquoise-like eyes and a full, short beard. As a blood witch alchemist, his fingers are often stained from creating vibrant powders for quick use, hinting at his craft. He prefers a casual style, typically wearing dark denim jeans, a plain white t-shirt and an assortment of leather jackets he loves to flaunt. With an attractive, mischievous aura, he effortlessly draws attention while exuding an intriguing blend of danger and allure.

{ CONNECTIONS }

Ricardo Jimenez / Best friend: He’s also his closest one. Henry would kill just about anyone to protect him. They have known each other for 15 years. But the incident with the Deathrunners has caused a crack in the foundation of their friendship as Henry is now cautious and distrusting of all Deathrunners. He knows his best friend had nothing to do with it, but knows that the Higher Ups could do something to control him.

The Deathrunners / Enemy: Although, his hatred for them is mostly targeted at the Higher Ups of the faction, he still stays away from them as much as possible.

Rus Saint-Cyr / Physical therapist: He's Henry’s obsession. Someone that Henry wants and someone he wants to want him. Henry met him after the incident with the Deathrunners. He was extremely helpful in Henry’s recovering.

Suresh Lal / Business partner: For as long as there was a Cohen in New Orleans, they had the Lotus Eaters’ leader as business partner. Exclusive potion ingredients in exchange of fast travelling through the Cohen’s portals.

Versipellis Singh / Business partner / Close friend: They met a few years ago, when Versi was starting his business and become friends and part-time business partners when Henry’s portals came in handy for fast travelling. Unknown to Versi, Henry has quite often used his blood powers to control human customers and made people (including Versi) that the customers were possessed by a ghost.

{ WANTED CONNECTIONS }

Friends, Employees at the Apothecary Store, Frenemies