{ APPEARANCES } height} 5’08” weight} around 124 lbs. hair colour} brown eye colour} brown
{ CHARACTERISTICS } personality} sharp-tongued and witty, vella is quick with comebacks. she’s an incredibly intelligent person, though her bubbly personality has a tendency to throw people off. she’s kindhearted and thoughtful towards others, though she does of course have a mean side to her. and for this girl, she’s all bite when pushed off the edge, not bark. but it’s best to try and avoid that, okay? vella refuses to give up and has learned how to tough it out when it comes to most situations. though, full moons are another story in the tough it out department. . . but there seems to be a light about vella that separates her from the rest of the crowd. a smile that could outshine the sun is what mainly consumes her facial features. and words of wisdom are produced with ease. strengths} indomitable will and highly intelligent, as well as the typical werewolf strengths. weaknesses} same as any other werewolf out there. notable skills} able to stay calm and think clearly and quickly in situations that most would panic during, mostly thanks to working in a hospital where that is greatly needed.
{ BIOGRAPHY }
history} vella doesn’t feel like she’s the most interesting person in the world. not compared to all of those thousand year old vampires and those angels or demons or warlocks or whatever else is out there. she’s just a werewolf. how did she end up as such? well, it was when vella was seventeen that she was attacked. her uncle had always been a bit. . . off. and it wasn’t until a night of watching fireworks with the entire family that bad timing came into play. a full moon. or. . . had it all been a plan of his?. . . vella’s memory seems to clog up most of the time at this point. the event had certainly been tragic. blood and guts rained the fields. then there was some fire. she’ll never forget the smell, though. burning flesh. iron. all of it is a reminder. and, well, vella finds herself to be the only other surviving member of her family. . . besides her uncle, that is. who knows where he ran off to. vella certainly doesn’t. she just knows that he left her with quite the parting gift. now on every full moon vella finds herself shifting into the very thing that had destroyed her family. but vella wasn’t going to let her life fall down the drain. she regained her composure after some time, quite some time. . . and she finished off school, and now works as a nurse. she just tries to avoid night shifts as best as possible. family} the only one left would be her uncle. relationship?} n/a extra} vella has a lot of friends, but none that she has gotten super close to. she’s too scared that she may hurt someone for that. theme song}
human – christina perri http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gugUpIOdSro
personality} sylvia's primary mode of living is focused internally, where she takes things in via her five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. her secondary mode is external, where she deals with things rationally and logically. she is a very reserved being but with a strongly-felt internal sense of duty, which lends her serious air and the motivation to follow through on tasks. organized and methodical in her approach to real life, she generally succeeds at any task which she undertakes. preferring to work alone, sylvia will occasionally work as a team when the need arises. despite her being uncomfortable about expressing affection to others, her sense of duty allows her to overcome these barriers and so she appears to be supporting and caring to those she loves. sylvia's past means that she is very distrusting of other races, but has compassion for those she can relate to. strengths} sylvia has quick reflexes, is a quick thinker and is light on her feet. she's also intelligent and observant. weaknesses} being human, she has an instant disadvantage when face-to-face with other species. she can also be blinded by her sense of duty and is mistrusting of others. notable skills} skilled with weapons, intelligence, speed.
history} sylvia's parents had fallen on hard times long before she was born. her mother was unemployed, and her father found work where he could though it was never anything permanent. they managed to stay above the poverty line for the first six years of their daughter's life, but then the work stopped and the debts started piling up. there was little help for the likes of the halverson's, and soon enough they had lost their house, their possessions and everything else but one another. that was around the time that sylvia's father was approached with a strange request. sylvia was not fully informed of the arrangement at the time, but she realised when she was older that the man who made the offer was part of a group of vampires who wanted to stop killing. in exchange for bed, board and some money, humans would allow vampires to feed from them. it seemed a civil arrangement, and it wasn't as if they had any other choice. sylvia's family were quick to move into this 'feeding camp'. at the time, she did not fully understand what was going on - her mother would tell her to close her eyes and put her head down when the vampires came to feed - but soon this seemingly peaceful arrangement went to hell. one went rogue, and the others soon followed; sylvia cowered in fear behind her parents as the beasts tore out the throats of those around them. that was when her mother pushed her head first into a puddle of blood and whispered through her sobs for her to be quiet and not make a sound, and she did. even when her mother and father both screamed and lay there dying, sylvia did not make a sound and the vampires left the seemingly dead child alone. she can't remember how long she lay there, quiet as a mouse, not even daring to cry, until a torch light shone on her face and the reflection of a mirror caused her to squint. one voice whispered to another "she's human." and that's when everything went a little fuzzy as she felt herself being lifted and carried out into the light of day.
after that, sylvia was placed into a care home and given psychological treatment which mostly consisted of a man in a chair explaining soothingly to her that it was all just her imagination. at first she resisted the idea, but realised quickly that she could not win and so conformed to the idea. but throughout her life, sylvia never forgave, and she never forgot. such mass slaughter would never happen again, and so she vowed to do all she could to protect the innocent and the weak from the horrors she had seen, feeling morally obliged to do so. though remaining distrustful of those she did not know well, sylvia had a more 'normal' childhood from then on. she excelled at english in school and stayed with a total of three different foster carers, all of whom were relatively kind to her. but when she came of age, sylvia started researching the supernatural, and not long after she began hunting them. specialising in staking vampires, sylvia is now an elite hunter by night, and a waitress by day. family} all of sylvia's known close family are deceased, to her knowledge. realtionship?} n/a extra} n/a theme song} http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUKyEhbxhjw
the everlove - cities in dust
Wrenching her eyes away from the clock, Sylvia forces herself to concentrate on the task at hand. Tired hands scrub at one of the more stubborn stains seemingly ingrained into one of the empty tables, and her features contort into an unpleasant grimace. No one ever came in this late for food, and only an odd time or two would a stranger venture in for a drink. The bar was usually empty at this time, and that was exactly why Sylvia volunteered for this shift in particular. It gave her a chance to do what other employees always neglected to do; like clean the damn tables for once. A small exhale reveals her exhaustion and slight frustration and she inhales deeply through her nostrils once more, closing her eyes and reveling in the quiet for a moment or so. If the stain would not come out, it was fine - she would just cover it with a place-mat or something. Stepping back from the table, Sylvia turns on her heels and steps back towards the bar area, proceeding to examine the wine glasses with mild interest. She had already cleaned those twice. Leaning her head against the counter, she prays that she will not fall asleep, and that's when the door opens. Sylvia's eyes snap open immediately and she straightens herself up, smoothing down her plain black shirt and matching trousers, ready to serve.
Mason was kissing a beautiful woman with long blonde hair, as they get into the door giggling and laughing...."Oh my god i think i drank too much....i mean i just met you and we're in your apartment" he says as she pulls his jacket off to the point that its around his arms but doesn't come off completely and she pushes him onto the couch and pulls her shirt off. (Blonde)"well what can i say i know what i want and you looked so lonely in that bar and your so cute i felt like i had to have you" she replied. As they keep kissing, and they end up in the bedroom and Mason has his boxers on as she pushes him on the bed in her lingerie and kisses him some more.
(Blonde)"Do you want me?" she asked...."Yes" he replied...."Badly" he added as he sat up and looked into her eyes.
She smiled and looks up at the ceiling then back down at Mason with her eyes closed and opens them revealing soulless black eyes...(Demon)"Thank you i needed that" she says as she grabs his neck and smiles as she begins to choke him cutting off his oxygen but he puts his hands up to her face and presses hard and the demon suddenly freezes. (Mason)"I was wondering when you were going to show yourself man can't believe i had to go this far and kiss you... damn you almost got the goods" he says smiling ....
The demon is paralyzed trying to move but can't...."Wha...what... did you do to me? your a hunter" she asked. "Well yes I am and your a lust demon that feeds off sexual energy then death... and if you haven't noticed i have devil traps tattooed on my hands so as long as i have a grip on you doll you can't move... not as strong as a traditional one but its perfect for exorcising you son's of bitches" he says and begins to exorcise the demon..."Eris et tu noves..." he began to chant in an old dead language to exorcise the demon as she screamed feeling itself being pulled out the woman... and struggled and Mason felt it almost breaking free of the trap. It wasn't as strong as a well placed trap because it wasn't on a solid surface so he began to chant louder and faster...."ERIS ET TU NOVES ..." but he was then pushed telekinetically up against a wall... the demon broke free.
(Demon)"YOU SON OF A BITCH" she said punching him as he fall to his knee's and punches him again.... Mason coughs up a little blood. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY HUNTERS I'VE KILLED" she says kicking him as his body flies through the bedroom door....cracking it. The demon speeds to him at inhuman speed but Mason was prepared and punches the demon in the stomach ... and places his hand on the demons forehead and the demon froze again not because of sigils but the silver chain cross he had placed on its forehead. "I don't care how many you've killed it end now go back to hell....APELLO ERUS" he shouts as the demon screams as it is forced out the woman's body as she collapses to the floor. Mason holds his jaw feeling the pain in his face and ribs..the blonde woman comes to in shock and scared...
(Blonde)"Ahhh... how am i home... what happened? who are you and why are you naked?" she says backing up.
Mason just smiles "I just saved your life" he says.
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At the bar
Mason had walked into the bar was basically telling Sylvia the story of what happened ...."You should have seen it Syl i had that demon fooled i basically took charge and saved a woman's life" he says playing with a cards in his hands shuffling and reshuffling. "Hands down a great job on my part so when are you going to do a job with me, i can handle these stupid lesser demons but the heavy hitters i could use some help" he says to her.
Thankfully, the customer had been one that Sylvia was at least familiar with. As he spoke of his great triumph in undermining the beings of the underworld, she absent-mindedly scrubs at a wine glass she had cleaned hours ago, not showing any sign of interest. She was listening intently, but she knew how to hide that. He directed questions toward her, and she does move her gaze up momentarily at each one. For a while now, he had been continuously pestering her to go hunting with him, as if it were some kind of game. She could understand why; she knew the thrill and excitement it had brought her at that age to plunge a stake into a vampire's heart and watch them turn to ash, but demons were a whole different league. She allows silence to have its moment before answering him, "I work better alone." but her words are not cold or dismissive, merely blunt, as if she were stating a fact. How many times had she used that excuse? No matter, her answer would not be changing anytime soon. She pauses once more before shooting a question back at him, "Are you going to order something? I'm terribly busy." the ghost of a smirk appears on her lips as she shoots a look around the empty bar, but she holds her gaze with the young man for a few moments more.
"I work better alone you say the same thing everytime i ask... i mean your a hunter and your here scrubbing wine glasses". he says to he sitting back in his chair in disbelief. He had never met another hunter who was so stubborn with their work that they didn't occasionally help a fellow hunter out. "So you saved me from a den of vampires only to keep me at bay when we could do real good together i mean this is newport a supernatural Mecca you know hunters are temporary sooner or later we're killed its best to work together". He says trying to prove a point. Clearly this was going to be like the many times he had asked her for her assistance, hunters had a common character trait of not trusting anyone but themselves but when a hunter saves your life you usually want to return the favor if you are one. Mason couldn't understand Sylvia he opened up to her on a regular basis as she is one of the few people he could be honest with about what he really does. He decided to just order something ..."Yea a shot of whiskey". He says responding to her last comment as he saw that she was serious about her being busy and places a hundred on the table.
{ APPEARANCES } height}6'8" weight}209 lb hair colour}Black eye colour}Black general appearance}alarmist always wearing his Fighting gloves and skin suit.
It's only rarely you'll see him outside of this gear and in his "street" attire. For this he usually wears dark Jeans a black t-shirt and hoodie.
During hunting he usually wears his fight suit with carrying straps arched on his shoulders.
{ CHARACTERISTICS } personality}An amazingly nice guy, and always one to stop and smell the roses. He is extremely caring always looking for someone to help. Be it someone on the streets or an old friend./B]
[B]strengths}As a fighter he is well rounded in his abilities. He keeps himself in peak physical condition, strength, speed, agility. weaknesses}Has a human he is of course easily killable with the use of any weaponry. He is also extremely arrogant, his cocky ness gets in the way of his abilities. notable skills}Well trained Fighter.
{ BIOGRAPHY }
history}He was a young child growing up in San Antonio Texas. He was a young man growing up on the streets. His family had abandoned him from a young age, so almost all of his life he had been fending for himself. He fought going to foster care, making sure it was never found out that he was on his own. It was this mind set that gave him his fighting prowess, living on the streets he had to fight to survive. It was during these fights that he met an old man. This man had saved him from the streets, when Antonio was about 14 he had been bassicaly left for dead after one of his fights. It was then this man had found him in an alley way, nearly bleed to death. This man had brought Antonio in as if Antonio was his own son. Antonio was happy to finnally have some resemblance of family, his new found "uncle". They moved to Newport when Antonio was about 17 years old, only a year later the old man had died. And again Antonio was left on his own, but this time, Antonio would be able to live like his old man would have wanted. He opened up his fighting club and began to make a name for himself in Newport. It was 3 years ago when Antonio realized the cause of his uncles death, Vampires. Thousands of them living in new port, he vowed to avenge his uncle. family}his deceased uncle. realtionship?}None extra}N/A
[B]theme song}Three days grace: Just like you./B]
Antonio was outside leaning backwards to avoid a strike going straight towards his head. He shot straight up, preparing for the next shot as a strong left flew towards him. Antonio grabbed the shot, dragging the assailants arm and dragging it to the side. Another shot flew, Antonio barely managing to grab that shot as well. Antonio had the mans arms in a cross, dragging his head down and hitting his assailant with a big knee to the face.
The man fell backwards flat onto his back. Antonio with a slight grin looked down, his grin was erased as quick as it appeared. A pair of fangs grew from his assailants mouth. {Antonio}"Oh, a vampire, and me without weapons. Looks like I'm about to have a little fun."
The vampire seemed to get up faster than Antonio's mind could comprehend. He was met with a large shot to the midsection doubling him over. Antonio wasn't going down easily, he spun around with a large roundhouse hitting the Vampire in the skull. The vampire fell to the ground once again, not having tie to prepare for the big kick. Antonio seemed to grab something from his back, he pulled out a small stake, and before the vampire could react, the stake had been driven through his heart. Antonio smiled as the pile of dust formed before him. He stood back up and looked around.
Only seconds after the pile of dust was all that remained of the vampire someone had walked out of the bar and turned towards Antonio. {Large Man} "Antonio, hey man what's going on I heard some sort of commotion.".
{Antonio}"Nothing, I was just planning on heading inside.
Antonio headed inside and sat down, smiling. {Antonio} "Hey, whiskey please." Antonio looked to his left seeing mason. "Sorry I interrupt something here. Please carry on." he said genuine.
Mason just drank his whiskey. .."not at all public bar friend" he says sitting back on his seat.
He checked his phone and decided to make a phone call.
He looked at Sylvia gesturing that he'll be back.
He didn't know Antonio. ..so he wasn't in a rush to make friends
Rajan rubbed his hands together while looking at one of the monitors that sat in the display window of a small electronic store. he whispered words of a language long dead to human ears. "Es Teri Mano Carlo" the words seemed to hum out of his mouth in several hundred voices as black smoke left the palm of his now open left hand. the smoke engulfed the monitor before dispersing into the air around the monitor. Rajan crack a smile as the monitor's screen blinked to life. this was a skill called scurrying where you could see a desired person through a flat liquid or metallic surface. the image he was looking at was his uncle, the man was sitting peacefully in a small room. Rajan smiled to himself as he knew his uncle was still save. Rajan walked towards the bar Sylvia worked at and the doors opened without him needing to use his hands. unlike others Rajan had never cared if regular humans had seen his magic being used, he had always thought of a way to explain it in the laws of physics or by simply acting as if he was a street magician. he walked up to the bar and sat, "could i get 5 bottles of lemon rum?" he asked somewhat out of the blue. he placed a card on the counter for his casino called 'The fall of Aces'. "my bar ran out and there doesn't seem to be a store open of the next couple of miles." he smiled waiting for a response.
Crowley ran through the streets, his sides drenched in demon blood. He had been attacked by hunters who recognized him as a demon. He had escaped, but was baseless wounded. One of the hunters had cleverly dug a small cross from a necklace into his sides, he couldn't rip it out because of the touch so he ran in pain towards the nearest hospital. [b]"damn, it's to far"[\b] he said as he staggered backwards. He looked across the street to see a dinner, he ran to it and practically fell through the door. [b]"help me, please"[\b] he said as he fell to the ground unconscious. His last thought was that if he woke up alive, he would owe his life to a couple of humans.
Sylvia is quick to pour his drink and place it down in front of him, before proceeding to go back to her wine glasses, but her eyes focus on the one-hundred bill he places on the table. Mumbling something to herself, she opens the cash register and fumbles for the correct change, sliding it across to him. It was ridiculous that someone like her was doing such tedious and repetitive work, but truthfully she did enjoy it to some degree. Besides, it was something stable and somewhat normal in her life. Her eyes drift upwards as the door opens once more and another male steps in, but she does not take much notice until he orders a drink. She repeats the process of pouring a drink once more, placing it down in front of him and stating, "$4.50." She eyes him closely however as he tells them to carry on, reluctant to speak of such matters in the presence of a stranger, but Mason preoccupies himself with his phone and so she doesn't have to.
But the peace is not long-lasting, and soon enough there appears another. Grey-blue eyes fall upon the male who demands a large quantity of alcohol, and Sylvia takes the card in hand, blinking at it for a moment or so before pocketing it, "I'll see what I can do," she replies coolly, before moving away to fumble about for lemon rum. However, the crashing of a door draws her attention away and she whips her head around just in time to see a male fall to the ground unconscious, drenched in what she perceives to be his own blood. Fuck, not on my shift. Sylvia gritted her teeth before allowing the bottle in her hand to fall to the floor and smash - she'd clean it up later.
In one swift movement, she has leaped across the bar counter and she rushes towards the male, crouching down to examine his wounds. She only gives thanks that the wound is not on his neck and rules out vampires instantly. Eyes moving about, she attempts to locate the wound and her gaze falls on his side where his clothes are stained the most, "Help me!" she calls to those sitting at the bar, though she doesn't really expect anyone other than Mason to respond to her distress call. She presses a hand to his wound and is surprised to feel something sharp against her palm. She attempts to remove the metal object from his wound and does so successfully, though he bleeds more heavily now. But as she examines the weapon more closely, she realises it is shaped as a cross and a frown forms on her face.
Vampire?
She would know soon enough. "Call an ambulance!" she barks the order, taking instant control of the situation.
Antonio had already leapt from his chair, he pulled out his phone quickly. "911, a large man just collapsed at the bar on 7th.". Antonio stood up, he took off one of his t-shirt. His skin tight suit still under it, he kneeled down and began to wrap up his shoulder. He stood up, "Okay, let's help him get out, his blood will pour out of those wounds we need to cover them up."
Rajan looks at the scene from his seat trying to examine the wound. he might have known a couple of chants or incantations that could seal the wound or even heal it but he was hesitate. not because of the other people but because the man smelled of something foul, older and sinister. the scene only made him think of vampires, those creatures that he wasn't a fan of due to there relations with demons. with two swift almost silent knocks on the bar table the bottle of lemon rum recreated itself in front of him. he notices Antonio had already called an ambulance and was in no hurry to save the man so he simply sat and watched the scene unfold in front of him. "the poor tales of a dead man always hit the human heart the deepest" he sighs and once again rubs his palms together chanting the words of a long dead language. "Azteca amori leperdo" he says as a cold air escapes his hands and freezes over the wound of the man. his fingers crackle as he sighs "that will hopefully hold up until the ambulance arrives" he slowly walks towards Sylvia "maybe i can get that rum some other time sweet heart" he says as he warmly smiles and begins to walk toward the door.
Mason got off the phone the moment the man fell through the door. ..."Syl I got it" he says crouching near the man ....he also saw the cross wound and pushed it in deeper. He couldn't exorcise him since regular humans were in the bar
He looks at Sylvia. .."he's not human....shit but gotta keep up appearances" he says to her.
He clutched a combat knife in his waist.......
He looks at Crowley. .."move and your dead" he says
He looks at Rajan...."Warlock....really helping a monster"
"well it seems like something to pass the time" he says looking back at Mason. "and it seems like you've already decided he constantly feeds off human blood. lets not be to unfair hunter" in his years of life he noticed there were some vampires that did not feed and that some hunters didn't really care for kindness. a card appears on top of the body of the man as Rajan walks out of the bar.
Sylvia realises that her breathing rate has increased, and she attempts to calm herself and bring it back to normal, though she feels her heart stop for a moment as Mason confirms her fears. This man was not human, "What is he then? Vampire? Demon?" she asks through gritted teeth. Until she knew for sure, she still had an obligation to save this man's life. If he were possessed by a demon, they might be able to exorcise him and free the vessel, but only if he didn't bleed to death first. Her eyes travel upwards as the male who handed her the card speaks; she's too preoccupied to hear what he says, but she perks up slightly as Mason calls him 'warlock'. No real danger to her, but still supernatural none the less.
"Can't tell. ..probably a demon a vampire would have fed to gain strength. ...if it is a demon can't exorcise him with the vessel in such bad shape....it would kill the host the demon is all that's keeping the guy alive" he says
"We have to let paramedics heal him then exorcise him" he says.
Crowley's eyes blast open as his wound is sealed by the ice. He is still to weak to move but he looks up at his saviors [b] "hunters, we'll that is surprising."[\b] he looks around the room. [b]" thank you for saving me. If I where an average demon I would admit idly be ripping your throats out as I speak. Or rather, trying to anyways. But I am a fair man, I would never kill someone who helped me. Call it a glitch in my genetic code, but I just don't have the bloodlust most demons have."[\b] he says turning his attention to the girl [b]" love, if you wouldn't mind taking this cross out of my side I would be grateful."[\b] he says through gritted teeth.
Sylvia had nodded an agreement to Mason, but there seemed to be no need of paramedics. She moved back slightly as the male's eyes opened and he began to speak, still breathing quite rapidly. As he addresses her in what she perceives as being a demeaning manner, her lip curls, but she pulls the cross from his side all the same without consulting the hunter beside her. She has had little experience when it comes to demons, but Mason had told her all she needed to know, "Try anything." she warns, brandishing the cross, "And I will shove this between your eyes."
Mason gritted his teeth but the best time to exorcise a demon is in a healthy host.
He grabbed the card...."I'll keep my eye on the warlock" he says
He ignored the demons spheal about no bloodlust he'd never trust their kind
30 minutes later a paramedic arrives on the scene since Antonio had called them
(Woman)" who owns this establishment?" She asked
Antonio look day the situation, he had no Ida how oh help anymore than he had. He noticed that with his t-shirt off he was showing all of his weapons. He decided know probably wasn't the best time to have to explain his slew of weaponry. He stepped back seeing what else would happen with the scene.