~4(years of physical manifestations) | Elemental Winds of the Southwest | No Occupation (close associate of Victor Blood) | New York (No home location) | Nonbinary | Demisexual | Single
In Indiginous Pawnee lore, Trawa, The Great Spirit, created 'Stars' to hold up the sky and manage the spirits of Clouds, winds, lightning and thunder. The kathlamet people tell of a great war between these 'Sky folk', resulting in the death of many of the beings, including four of the five winds. The youngest, the wind of the southwest, was left to fend for itself, without their people or guidance. They spent hundreds of years alone, with only the moon and wind to talk to, watching humans from a distance, from far overhead, without ever presenting themselves.
That changed one day on a windy English beach, Aether felt the first semblances of something like love and followed Dreail, the wayward angsty Selkie boy he found there, for years to come. They began to learn more about the world beyond observations, began experiencing life for themselves, depending on the guidance of his depressive but passionate first love. Eventually the pair found themselves in New York, Aether getting captured in the grander mission presented by Victor and the Arcana, While Dreail was unconvinced of the meaningfulness of the mission.
Eventually this drove a divide, his partner feeling Aether had become too wrapped up in human endeavors and Victor only wanted to use them for their power.
In an attempt to strengthen their relationship and help his partner feel less trapped, they left New York to find the Selkies' lost pelt, leaving Dreail in a confusion without much explination.
But even knowing the return of the selkies pelt could mean Dreail's leaving the elemental they searched endlessly, returning only a week later to find the selkie had spiraled into drug addled depression without his southern breeze. Eventually, unable to help Dreail find true happiness the Selkie returned to his lake and Aether dedicated to their new life as a part of the Major Arcana.
Aether is one of the few remaining of their kind, and one of the members of the Arcana with the most raw power, though they are slow to use those powers for their own accord, instead preferring to take on the role as spectator. Aether being the physical embodiment of air they are practically immortal, their physical form is a figment entirely projected at will and injuring or destroying it has little effect, though they could potentially be harmed or confined through the use of magick. They are incredibly book smart but genuinely have a hard time understanding emotions or other more culturally driven concepts. They speak very little and have difficulty grasping metaphors or turns of phrases. Although originally manifesting in a male form Aether more often takes on an image of androgyny, void of color their skin and hair are almost an iridescent white, preferring only the showmanship of two large white wings on their back when company allows.
21 | Cancer | Boksi (Healer/Witch) | Employed by Victor Blood | New York (Originally Nepal) | Bisexual | Single
Sapana’s mother and father were anthropologists and explorers, researching and practicing in tribal medicines and studying native cultures and folklore in Nepal.
They had not expected a child while in a secluded mountainside, and by the time they realised the pass was frozen over for the season.
Through misfortune and ill timing Sapana’s father died trying to get them back in civilization and her mother, injured from the attempted journey, had to return to the temple they had been studying- to be cared for by the mystic community which lived there.
She lived long enough to carry the child to term but died in the process of birthing the young girl whom she named Sapana with her last moments.
She was raised by the quiet mountain community of Boksi, taught their methods for healing and magick, until she was eighteen.
It was then the elders encouraged her to leave the mountains she had grown up in and explore the world at large.
Sapana was not impressed with initial experiences, finding modern society to be garish and jarring, people to be rude and self centered, and cities to be an explosion of all these issues.
But while exploring a market in India she encountered Victor and Neal saving a man from a particularly vindictive Gin and found their mission enticing.
Taking their invitation back to New York she was quickly awe struck by Serenity and the empire Victor wished to build and signed on to his mission with the hopes of bringing the balance and enlightenment of magick to the humans.
Sapana is a herbologist, green magician, and healer at heart, she works with chakral energies and nadi, she is a very quiet person but firm and capable of taking charge. She primarily works in Serenity and the newly founded Changeling Program, with Supernatural and otherbeing orphans.
622 | Dryad | Employed by Victor Blood (Project Changeling) | New York (Original Grove: Allouville- Bellefosse, France) | Lesbian | Single
Fluer lived in her grove for nearly five hundred years without interaction from more than the stray human who wandered too far from the trail. Like most fae she thought of humans as silly ineffectual things to be played with and confused and sent on their way.
She learned differently as the twentieth century rolled around and many groves and collections of nature spirits were decimated in human wars, word traveled among the nymphs, naids and dyads and protecting one's grove became less about confusing travelers.
But even more threatening than human war was human encroachment, slowly the land of her people dwindled more and more.
The last acre of land where her tree was located was being cut into, the few beings who could flee doing so while most dryads only had the options to stay put and fall with their trees.
Fluer was making peace with the loss of her sisters when Victor Blood showed up.
He couldn’t save the land, but he could save the trees, and the spirits that inhabited them.
He took every inhabited plant, and he relocated them in a place he owned, where he could better protect them. But Fluer specifically found herself in Serenity, astounded by how the Witch had brought her world into the modern human society she dedicated to his mission.
Neal Jared Jefferies
45 | Taurus | Alchemist | Former SAS, Freelance | New York (Originally London) | Homosexual | Widowed (not looking)
Neal was accepted into the British Special Air Service at the age of twenty two where he served three years. He was an exceptional member and was found to be "resourceful, creative, and all around apt soldier" (as said by the General) It was here that he also met the love of his life. Nick was not an active member of the SAS team, but instead their dispatcher. Neal fell head over heels for the nervously agreeable man. Of course such a relationship was something that was punishable by dishonorable discharge, and though their romance blossomed the two men were sure to keep it under wraps and far from the eyes and ears of their team members.
Once both men had finished out their tour they moved to London where Neal became a police officer with the New Scotland Yard and Nick took up a job as an antiques dealer. Both were happy in their fields and good at their work. Neal's experience in the military shot him up through the ranks and he was soon a detective inspector. Although the work was hard, and disturbing, he always had Nick to come home too.
They settled into normalcy: got married, adopted two children -Georgie and Eva- who became the light of their lives. They were completely enveloped and invested in their children and worked tirelessly to ensure that their lives were fulfilled and happy, and that they felt the full extent of both their father's adoration and love.
And like this, they lived happily for a full five years. Hands down it the best five years of either man's life. There was little for them to complain about, and they never seemed to need too.
Good things rarely last.
Nick was picking the kids up from school when a man in a semi who had been driving for far too long on far too little sleep, was dozing on the road and didn't notice the stop sign. Nick pulled out in front of him; too distracted by the tales of excitement and learning to notice the speed at which the man was driving. The semi plowed into the side of the small hatch back killing Georgie upon impact, snapping his neck, and injuring both Nick and Eva.
Desperate and guilty Nick obsessed over bringing his son back, eventually he dug up his body and smuggled it to India in an attempt to get him to a temple where he heard there was a chance of resurrecting the boy.
This plan back fired, although Nick got the chance to speak with his son again, he also managed to attract negative spirits from across the realm. They attached themselves to the weak and grieving man. As he returned to England those spirits set their sights on Nick and his daughter.
Eva fell into the hands of an ancient spirit, a Preta of her brother, which resulted in her possession and the murder of her own father.
Neal returned home from work to find his daughter long gone and his husband long dead. He was forced to stop what was left of daughter with his own hand.
Charged with murder, confused, and distraught Neal did the only thing he could an escaped from under the nose of the investigating Scotland Yard he went to India to figure out what happened to his family.
He spent ten years in India discovering not only what happened to his family, but far more than he had ever bargained for. He worked tirelessly training and perfecting the practice of alchemy, understanding the spiritual world. After intensive search he found what many looked their whole lives for... The philosophers stone.
He swore to use it to maintain balance and order as was its intent, and to protect it with everything he was.
Iain Neiall Stroud
536 | Leo | Incubus | Freelance Photographer | New York (Originally Glasgow) | Pansexual | Poly (single)
Iain Stroud was born in Edinburgh in 1514 to an impoverished family of farmers. He is foggy on the details of his death, but what he does remember was the gambling of his soul for the chance at love. Iain fell for a young man, a fellow farm hand, and traveled to the land of the fae in an attempt to make a deal for safe passage to a place that would accept their love.
He never found it, and after a long stint of foggy pain he woke up nearly a hundred years later in the very same field in Scotland where he had taken his last breath. It didn't take him long to realize that he was no longer human and this was no longer the Scotland he knew.
After wandering the moors for a few days he realized he no longer felt hunger, pain was present but muffled, but he did feel a painful itch for something he couldn't quite place. That itch became a dull roar.
It was only silenced when Iain, desperate to end the ringing in his ears, began drinking to hide from the never ending gnawing. One thing led to another and he awoke the next morning in a barn with a woman on his chest and the mind numbing ache gone.
It only took a few times more for Iain to discover the connection. Thus his life as an Incubus began.
Scotland didn’t feel like home after hell and Iain spent much of his first few decades traveling western Europe. He found himself caught up in a number of wars in Europe and America. Unconcerned for his own survival he continued to fight whenever he was dragged in by draft or circumstance. However, after the first world war he could no longer stand the idea of fighting anymore, it had long since worn out its catharsis and the constant death weighed on him.
Desperate to find new meaning beyond his eternal sentence and the constant fighting, Iain served his place in the second world war as a photographer, instead of fighting in the pointless repetitive wars he wanted to spread the atrocities. Help people understand the madness of it all. It kept him on the unseen side of history. Gave him a source of income. And there were always soldiers and nurses that were.... a little lonely.
It was in this manor that Iain coasted through history, he found Himself in Victor bloods scope totally by accident, but the CEO found the man to be good company and now employs him as a full-time photographer and videographer.
24 | Aquarius | Selkie | Employed by Victor Blood (Project Changeling) | New York (Originally Lough Neagh) | Bisexual | Single
In Scotland , selkies or selkie folk meaning "seal folk" are mythological beings capable of therianthropy, changing from seal to human form by shedding their skin. They are found in the Northern Isles of Scotland though they are a reclusive species that is rarely spotted by humans due to the value of their pelts. Once a selkies pelt is stolen they are destined to serve whomever it is that stole the pelt for as long as it is in their possession. Sekies are pack creatures, however if their pelt is stolen they are no longer able to enter the water to return to their families. A selkie can not steal their own pelt back and must be set free if they are to return to the water. Unfortunately many male and female selkies fall victim to the selfishness of man; they are forced into marriages or slavery by fishermen or sailors who stumble across them or are lucky enough to wrangle one.
Bláth lived happily in the cool depths of Lough Neagh for most of her adolescence unaware of the dangers of man that lurked overhead. Unfortunately, while hunting food for her children, Bláth’s mother was captured. Bláth, being the oldest of her siblings, was frustrated by the pack's resignation to her mother's disappearance. Eventually, finding no help from her fellow selkies, she ventured to the surface to search for her mother.
Naive to the world Bláth was not on the surface long before she herself was captured, she lived for nearly three years with a cruel ugly fisherman who forced her to cook, clean, and go to bed with him.
Bláth was resigning herself to this fate when one night she met a young woman hiding in the small shed on her owners property. Although she knew it to be against her owner's wishes she sheltered the strange girl who, like Bláth, had nobody else to turn to. Together the girls devised a plan, Azrael would help her get her pelt back, and in return Bláth would help Azrael to steal her owner's boat and sail across the sea to the New Land where they would both be free.
Their escape ultimately resulted in the death of the fisherman, which despite his ugly intentions, still nagged at the selkie as wrong.
But she did her best to put it behind her and together the women fended for themselves, living off of the fish Bláth caught for them along their passage.
They were not in America long before they found themselves in the company of the famous and influential Victor Blood.
22 | Capricorn | Cursed (Demon) | Employed by Victor Blood | New York (Originally Vatican Rome) | Biromantic Asexual | Single
Azrael was born on Vatican territory, a bastard child of a priest who didn’t want her. Her first years of life were marred with conflict, poor and the blasphemous offspring of two highly religious parents left her scrutinized and burdened with the weight of their mistakes.
When she turned six she was further marked by her father's mistakes. A demon with a grudge, previously exercised at her father's hand, found its way to the humble home that Azrael slept in. Azrael awoke the next morning none the wiser. It was only when she left the small cottage with the rising sun, running the familiar path to the coop of chickens to feed them, stooping to pick one of the more familiar ones up. It screamed in her hands, causing her to drop it, but it was too late. Before the little girl's eyes necrosis took the animal's life, it was the last time she recalled touching another living being without the knowledge of the death it would bring.
Appalled that their own daughter could be so pointedly evil Azrael was kept under lock and key. Not allowed to leave the house or be seen by anyone, her existence was all but erased and she lived in solitude outside of her mother and father who often banished her to her room with fenatic prayer. Azrael could only live this way for so long, at the age of fourteen she couldn’t take it a second more. Taking nothing but her leather gloves and the clothes on her back she snuck away in the dead of night. She spent a few years in Europe stealing to eat and avoiding the contact or conversation of any others for fear of what she may do.
Before long she set her sights on America, the land of the free- far from the religious institution that hunted her. Commercial travel was not an option and she worked her way to England while she devised a plan of action.
She was going to steal a sailboat. Thankfully she never had to, she met a Selkie instead. In return for the selkies' freedom from her pelt owner, Azrael was granted the pelt owners sailboat. Together the two women crossed the Atlantic vowing to protect one another at all costs, they spent a few years living in their sailboat, stealing to get by until they met Victor Blood.
Now living in New York as part of Victor’s inner circle she uses her powers for good, or as good as her powers can be used for. Through training Azrael made her body into a weapon, hand to hand combat was deadly for her opponents- and she became very good at it.
Wyatt Arnold Cooper
23 | Virgo | Human (Enhanced) |COO of Blood Corp | New York (Originally Boston) | Homosexual | Married
Wyatt was raised by a single mother, Tanya Cooper was a nurse who often worked double shifts at her local hospital to support her son. Tanya and Wyatt had a loving and affectionate relationship, Wyatt valued nothing more than the time spent with his mother. He never particularly longed for a father figure, he never even thought to ask his mother much about the man who helped make him.
Despite being a kind and intelligent child Wyatt was never very popular at school. He was often made fun of for his glasses that were particularly thick or for his tendency to read comic books during recess and lunch. He was a geek, through and through, a very nervous one at that and his fellow school children were sure to never let him forget it. However, his mother’s love and support made the bullying far less detrimental, home was his safe haven and he was always happy to pack up his books and climb on the buss. Despite his relentless bullies it became clear that Wyatt was different. Something his mother noticed as well as the school board. He skipped two grades and started high school at twelve. Which was amazing for his academic career but was less than helpful to his
Unfortunately, his mother passed away only a year later when he was thirteen and Wyatt went to live with his aunt and uncle, a far less enjoyable experience. He did not see eye to eye with his new guardians, who would often make him do chores through most of the day, and Wyatt resorted to studying at night with a flash light. Without his mother’s support the bullying became a painful experience that consumed the young man with anxiety. Going to school was no longer something Wyatt looked forward to and was now simply something he had to do, often spending his breaks hiding in empty classrooms.
Despite the overwhelming negative turns in his life he managed to graduate high school two years early, fine tuning his computer skills the whole way through. Wyatt was accepted into MIT with a full ride scholarship. He was top of his class, excelling and innovating at every avenue, it seemed things were finally going his way. He spent two years in a state of constant academic bliss, spending his summers interning.
But the universe is rarely so favorable. His senior year there was a terror attack at a company he was interning for.
The building he worked in was bombed and two floors collapsed around him and his fellow students. Wyatt was in a coma for three weeks and ultimately lost an arm, a leg, and had shrapnel buried in his chest in multiple places. He was barely saved and was forced to take the rest of the year off from school to recover, even so they said that he would never be able to function the same.
Once returning to MIT he began work on a better form of prosthetic, his frustrations with his own becoming far too great. With the help of a few students to do some of the smaller handiwork Wyatt was able to create one of the finest cybernetic limbs the world had ever seen.
He was discovered and hired on spot by Victor Blood after catching his attention with one of his prototypes. Wyatt used Victor's resources to construct the most seamless synthetic replacements for his damaged body, and soon he was hardly indistinguishable. Since then he has become Victor's right-hand man, often taking care of large technical projects as well as handling overflow business and offering council.
24 | Virgo | Servant of Loki: Chaos Witch | Employed by Victor Blood | New York (Originally Vanrdyrr) | Lesbian | Single
To Be Announced
26 | Libra | Akashik Librarian (Owl Shifter) | Sociologist Student | Atlanta (Originally Nigeria) | Homosexual | Taken
To Be Announced
Jebediah Buck Kezar
24 | Leo | Lycanthrope | Psychology Student | Atlanta (Originally Covington Georgia) | Homosexual | Taken
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~900 | Imp | Hive Mind: Leader of Mimics | New York | Pansexual | Poly (single)
Very little is yet known about the origin and history outside of anecdotal tellings from the beings' mouths themselves. Some electromagnetic and radiation readings suggest a similarity to what Blood has coined to be Chaos Beings. OtherBeing from a planetary region edging the Primordial Point, the raging Rosenstein Bridge at the center of the universe, so closely that they experience TimeSpace fluctuation.
Both physically and metaphysically powerful beings, though often loose on concepts of morality and existential meaning due to loose connections to physical existence.
It is believed Designation Echo can propagate more mimics from any host body large enough to house the transition, humans are an optimal size for take over but not the only option.
Shared consciousness seems to be controlled by the primary body, not always connected to all of the mimics input at once but able to pick and choose the channel. The mimicss themselves seem to have some level of autonomy and self consciousness, even when their vessel is taken over by the mainstay consciousness, that is Echo, they seem to remain housed as a secondary personality. Death of a mimic does seem to cause distress and even pain to other members of the hive mind. In the event Primary host body is destroyed, new host bodies can be procured by Mimics without loss of cognitive ability or memory.