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Author's Note~ Each character will be getting their own backstory etc. written up in due time. They are all wip's.


Imaginarium's writer~

• C H A I T A N Y A •

October 30, 1994


Orkney Islands, Scotland

Single || Gay

1/3 Scottish 1/3 American 1/3 French

Chimera {Werewolf/Raiju}

"It's better to be safe than sorry."

FC: Nick Robinson

• T E N N E S S E E •

July 4, 1672


British Columbia, Canada

Single || Demisexual

1/2 Canadian 1/2 English


"Don't you have anything other than blood on the menu?"

FC: Joel Kinnaman

• Z E B • G R A D Y •



Copenhagen, Scandinavia

Single || Pansexual

1/3 Romanian 1/3 Scandinavian 1/3 German

Vampire, born descendant of Dracula

"I vant to suck your blud, blehblehbleh."

FC: Bradley Soileau

• C H É

August 20, 1987


Connecticut, USA

Single || Straight

1/4 Italian 1/4 Irish 1/4 Slovak 1/4 English

Shapeshifter (Mountain Lion)

"Down kitty."

FC: Matthew Daddario

• P E R E G R I N E

February 14, 1993


Vancouver, Canada

Single || Gay

1/3 American 1/3 Canadian 1/3 Scandinavian


FC: Cameron Monaghan


• K A R N A G E •



Venice, Italy

Single || Bisexual

1/2 Italian 1/2 Russian


"Life is just full of surprises."

FC: Alysha Nett


• A L A M O •

January 1, 1988


Cairns, Australia

Single || Pansexual

1/2 Australian 1/2 New Zealander


"Throw another shrimp on the barbie, mate."

FC: Katherine Langford


• R A J E S H •



Banda Aceh, Sumatra

Single || Straight

1/3 Sumatran 1/3 Indonesian 1/3 American

Sumatran Tiger (Animorph)

"Rawr, Rawr, Rawr."

FC: -


• L E N O R E •


Caucasus Mountains

Single || Uncertain

Heritage unknown

Hellebore Werewolf


FC: -


• S K Y E   W I L D E 

Coming Soon

• D A E S Y N • G A G E •



Single || Bisexual



Daesyn Gage is not your average out-of-towner. He doesn’t bite, I assure you, but you should approach with caution. His quick, closed-fist jabs can leave one’s ears ringing if they decide to brawl with this bad boy. But aside from his ability to win fights with little to no effort, he leads an otherwise quiet, solitary life away from the likes of people.

Amidst the congregation of idiots within the confines of this one particularly active establishment on the strip, sat a table of three; two men and a woman. There were papers strewn across the tabletop and the woman was pointing at unmatched distances along the page for Daesyn to sign. He’s the burly guy with the pen in his hand on the right side of the boot. On the other was his best friend and fellow underground fighter, Jackson, and Jackson’s girlfriend and executive producer of said fights, Lilianna. She was a beautiful woman, but she lacked a certain… something. Probably why Jackson had her in his clutches long before Dae wanted anything to do with her. A curl of fingers has the broad of shoulder male lifting his glass of stout to his bristly lips, tongue stroking along the rim of the glass before he’s chugging back a mouthful, swirling the dark liquid around his mouth then swallowing with a neat bob of his throat. “Daesyn, are you listening?” Lili’s sharp, exotic tone pitchforked against Daesyn’s eardrums, causing the male to curl his lip back over his teeth and sneer. “I’m listening.” Flat, more than likely bored, and somewhat tired of visiting the same venue every single time he had to sign another period of his life away to the underground league of extraordinary fighters. Whiskey colored hues swept the bar lazily as Daesyn reclined back against the booth’s cheap leather, grunting as he cocked one arm over the backrest and rubbed his thumb and fingers together absently. No one knew just how this nobody became one of the undefeatables. But fame wasn’t something Daesyn needed. See, Daesyn was never known to remain in one place for longer than necessary.

FC: Tom Hardy

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FC: ~

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  • It was a cold wet morning as willow rolled out of the comfort of her warm king sized bed. Rubing her hand over her face she stretched out her limbs. The alarm clock next to her showing it was 4am. Perfect time to go for a hike in the mountains behind her home. Grabbing up her clothes she made a beeline for the master bathroom to have a quick shower before heading out. This was her Saturday morning routine she loved to watch the sunrise from the top of the mountain. Once showered she dressed in her favourite shorts and a simple black singlet. Hair still wrapped up in her towel she headed to the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee. Adding a couple of teaspoons of sugar and a splash of milk she took her cup to the table where she had her pack all laid out. Doing a quick check to make sure she had everything she needed just in case she ended up in trouble, not that it ever happened but better safe then sorry she thought. Repacking her pack as she finished off her coffee the sound of heavy metal meet her ears signalling her brother was awake. Sighing she rinsed her cup out before finding her boots.

    Boots on her feet, pack on her back phone in her pocket she left home and the sound of her siblings now arguing about the volume of the music. Just another normal Saturday morning she thought as she headed off into the woods. A smile on her lips as she began the long trek up the mountain. All around her she could hear the sounds of the wildlife waking up. Birds singing there sweet turns, rabbits running through the undergrowth. And the odd chuf of the mountain lions and there cubs. These sounds were what she enjoyed the most about her hike, being one with nature being free. It was times like this she didn't have to hide who or what she was because there was no-one here to see her.

    Half way up she stopped by the edge of the stream. Placing her pack on the ground she sat down removing her boots and socks before placing her bare feet in the cold water. A sigh left her lips as she sat there eyes closed enjoying the peacefulness of her surroundings. When life got hard or stressful she would often come to this spot to just relax and think. It was so far off the track that no-one could find her or see her. She would spend many hours just enjoying being alone. Often so stuck in her own head she would come face to face with mountain lions, though never once have they tried to attack her. She often wondered if it was because of her demonic side or if they just never saw her a threat. Time passed by as she glanced down at her watch. Only about an hour till sunrise. She dried off her feet before putting her socks and boots back on.

    Once back on track she headed straight for the top of the mountain. Once reached she smiled. Placing her pack down she walked to the edge of the cliff sitting herself down with her feet dangling over the edge. Glancing at her watch once more she smiled " Good morning cruel world" she said to herself as the sun finally rose. The view beautiful with all its bright colours. This was the perfect way to start any horrible day. And today was one day she hated most. The anniversary of the first day she was beaten and raped. A day that shaped how she looked at the world and everyone around her.

  • Dawn broke over the city of Minneapolis. It wasn’t the peaceful morning that usually persisted in a city such as this. Down in the streets laid a body. This twisted sight was found by a small girl on her way to school. It wasn’t too long after that both the police and media swarmed on the sight. Attention was drawn to the pathologist as she talked lowly to the detective both looking over the body. 

     “As you can see detective the chest cavity has been ripped open. From the bleeding and lack of other injuries this is likely the cause of death.” The detective responded in turn. “ what could have caused this?” The pathologist looked just as confused as the detective. “ that’s the problem if we were in the woods I would say a wild animal. The force it takes to rip open a chest cavity is far above anything a human can do with out specialized medical tools. But seeing as the cavity has been filled with flowers and the hands lain over the chest. This body screams remorse, human remorse.” This body was the start of a frenzy as two others popped up across the city in the next two weeks. They had what they believed was a serial killer on their hands. The medical examiner swore that the chests had not been ripped open by tools but instead something like small hands. The bones were crushed too much to be tools. The media only expanded on these myths calling this killer the ripped of the Mississippi. The nighttime tv was filled with stories of the bodies and who they were as people. Bodies that were missing blood and ripped open, it wasn’t long until the first conspiracy theorist cited vampires.  

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