Fire Bird

Aesthetic:

Name: Titania Inferno

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: She's hasn't done anything that's told her she wasn't straight.

Species: Human, or, rather, she believes she is human, but she has Phoenix blood running through her veins

Face claim: Ronda Rousey

Distinguishing marks: Its hard to find a distinguishing mark if your body is covered in them, such is the life of a guard. Her most distinguishing feature has to be the wing markings on her back that grow hot as she trains or her own temper runs thin.

Personality: Titania is a kind and warm person, her large size does little to deter her from being friendly and approachable. Even while she is a knight, she makes sure to keep her helmet off, unless it is necessary to put it on. She wants to make the world a better place, but she wanted to avoid the grungy and dirty work of her father, she acknowledged on her own, she can't make much of an impact, the only one who can is the crown prince himself. So she vows to protect him with her life, and she never planned on dying soon. With her well put together and seemingly steady life as it is, she always said she never followed in her fathers footsteps because she was a horrible liar. And she makes sure to make them think she is, in reality, she's an almost compulsive liar, but they're so well woven into her words they're never noticed.

Strengths: Physically shes incredibly strong, emotionally she's stable and a pillar of strength for others to latch onto. Her father taught her to be mentally sharp and observant of her surroundings, while she can't use anything she comes across as a weapon, her hands work well enough.

Flaws: She has a reputation to maintain as the kind and calm knight, and she can't seem to lie for the life of her. She has no idea of her own power, as a result, sometimes, she breaks out in horrible fevers for no reason, burns scald her skin at random, and she's burned quite a few beds in her sleep on accident.

Backstory: Titania was the child of the illustrious -more so infamous- espionage commander, she was always told stories of her mother. The one woman her father could never track, could never beat to the punchline or put in cuffs. While she didn't follow in her fathers footsteps, she did meet her mother a time or two, through small moments stolen between time and glances of a beautiful woman bathed in golden light. Even if she never truly followed in her fathers footsteps, she sure took notes. Able to slip in and out of rooms with relative ease, a smooth tongue, and most importantly, how to kill.

Other: She has surprisingly dexterous fingers, and is quite skilled in weaving and other hobbies. What she enjoys the most is making flower crowns, sometimes when she has the chance, she makes them for the towns children, or the horses in the stables. And, perhaps, she has a Pegasus?

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Bloody Symphony

Aesthetic:

Name: Maksy [insert last name]

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: He isn't picky

Species: A Blood siren as he likes to call it, even if lacks the true power of a vampire or a siren

Face claim: yuki furukawa

Distinguishing marks: Siren runic sigils carved down his spine and arms would be a good place to start, only seconded by the horrible jagged scars on his arms and hands, deep and grotesque in nature, sometimes they even seem to pulse. He never speaks of how he got them, and seemed to be the only things he actively tries to keep covered. But, if you watch very closely when he gets angry, or is about to kill, his eyes flicker to a blue as deep as the ocean itself.

Personality: Sadistic, cold and callous, Maksy derives pleasure from watching the suffering of others, a fact he makes plainly evident throughout his conversations with others, where he visibly becomes excited when bearing witness to the pain and discomfort of his conversational partners. These traits of Maksy in turn leads to him being an easily agitated individual; where he is observed to, in response to being asked why a wanted criminal like him is permitted to live, threaten to kill the one who asked. He feels a need to hide underneath the mask of lewdness and cheek and tongue commentary, perhaps, underneath everything, is someone who desires love? Nah. He's just a son of a bïtch.

Strengths: Maksy is resourceful, and will take advantage of any of his surroundings. He had never been taught the way of either of his people, but he learned the ways of people, he's manipulative and can burst with false charm.

Flaws: Maksy doesn't know what he is, and it haunts him in a deep dark void where his heart would rest. Not only that, but he finds that to hydrate himself, he can't just submerge himself in water, he has to do it in blood. Which is an expensive venture in itself, so he's learned how much he can dilute it.

Backstory: Maksy keeps it short and simple: Once upon a Time, a siren seduced a vampire, and they had a child. But, that child was utterly useless, so, they tossed him to the waves and left him to rot. Legend has it, the child crawled it's way out of the ocean and grew up upon the streets of man, suffering through its mixed blood and lack of guidance. Vampires were horny bastards after all, didn't mean they knew a thing about parenting. After that he doesn't elaborate.

Other: They are masterful on the violin, despite their lineage, they have no idea who either parent is, or how to function as either in either society, grew up on the streets. Despite bathing in blood, he often smells of sea salt and roses. Flips personalities like a switch. Master of disguise, can alter his voice and appearance just enough to look like a woman.

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