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Old 02-22-2016, 01:55 PM


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Alecross "Al"

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Eighteenxxx
Malexxx
Bisexualxxx
Scryxxx



Appearance
Alecross stands at six foot two inches tall. His hair is raven black, his eyes a smokey blue. He is lean,with lightly tanned skin. He has an well developed form for his age, a hint of an active and strict lifestyle. His muscles apparent, though do not overpower his appearance at all.

Personality
Alecross at first glance, has a natural air about him that seems to put people off. He comes off as cold and unapproachable. It feels almost instantly like there is something below the surface with him. He is smart and intellectual, often one to want all the details and information before he makes a move. He's cunning and calculating, he likes to take his time in life, seeing those who rush as foolish or going to get themselves in trouble. This is not to say that he does not at times himself become impatient and reckless. It depends on who is involved.

He is quiet, keeping more to himself. He enjoys his space and privacy, meaning he does not like being met with prying eyes or pushed. When faced with such things, he often finds himself pushing back. He has a quick mouth, often not holding back in his words. Blunt and honest to a fault, he sees no point in playing games. This only adds to his cold exterior, making others see him as simply oblivious or uncaring of other's feelings. This is true to a point. He often speaks before he takes into consideration the emotional aspect to his words. Part of him sees emotions as a hindrance, that they cloud judgement and reason.

Internally however, he is an emotional puzzle. Below the exterior, he is actually a very caring and kind individual. He is loyal to a fault, putting his life on the line without a second thought for those that he cares about. He has little trouble compromising himself in order for those he cares for to be happy or safe. At the same time, he is a good listener, one to be there when needed. He does try his best with advice, but often does not think he's really qualified or good enough to. He is hidden self conscious, hating to be the center of attention, with eyes on him. He prefers to remain in the shadows, ignored and unseen, where he feels safe.

Because of his past, Alecross has an odd love of pain. This leads him to often be defined as a masochist. He craves it in certain situations. Whenever he becomes emotionally vulnerable or unstable, he will often begin pushing or seeking out a fight. He finds pain to be one of the few ways he truly feels alive, a release of everything he is unable to put into words.He is horrible when it comes to simply vocalizing how he feels. This often leads to him getting more frustrated and angry. This side of him is one of the parts of him that leads him to get reckless and act without thinking.He will purposefully put himself in situations he knows will lead to horrible outcomes. Logic and reason go out the window.

He is often unreasonable and incredibly stubborn in this time, until he cools off. Typically when things fall apart within the situation and he hits a wall or rock bottom he can not over come. Despite this side of him, he is very resilient and durable. He cares little about what others personally think about him. He can handle a lot, physically and emotionally, though certain things are a vulnerable issue with him just like anyone. He does have his sense of humor, often times the oddest things will make him laugh. He is confident in most of his being, though when a vulnerable button is hit, he often will pull back into his walls. He finds it hard to put himself out there, but once he does, he gets very protective and attached.

Alecross has a dark side, he thinks is tied to his past and the pain indulged side of him. He tells no one, but it is the part of him he fears the most. He fears the anger and darkness beneath him. Each day he feels it within him, fearing that it will one day grow enough to engulf him, becoming all he is. He fears of falling completely into the darkness and drowning, unable to find himself back or to find the light. Part of him believes he does not deserve a happy ending, that he should just accept that in the end, he's going to become what he fears most.


Powers/Abilities
Alecross has the ability of animation. He is able to summon or create things by pulling them out of books, paintings, sketches and other works of art.He needs to be within physical contact of the source he is pulling the animated construct out of at some point.He also has an ability to create markings known by his people as Runes. These markings come in various shapes and colors. Through binding a rune with an medium, the rune reacts. The result depends on the rune. There are runes for elemental abilities, creation, healing, light, darkness and more.

Their power and use is only limited to the imagination of the Scry. They are unfortunately dependent on his physical and mental state. Meaning loss of energy, consciousness or other such things can cause his construct and runes to be easier to overcome. He also has a chance of losing control of his power, due to unstable emotional states or confidence. In such states, his power takes two forms. Either simply destructive, running wild, or more protective in nature, where it will lash out at whatever is deemed a threat to him.

Alecross is also highly skilled with a bow and arrow, as well as physical hand to hand combat. He is light on his feet, agile and flexable. His.His knowledge of the supernatural world and its under-workings are an asset to him. He also has some less than savory skills, that are useful but deemed a last resort to him, such as knowledge of breaking and entering, theft and more. He is quick on his feet, his mind working well under pressure. He is resourceful and able to work with whatever he has at hand.


Weapons/Equipment
Alecross carries with him a bow and arrow, to which he is very skilled with. He carries a dagger within his right boot at all times as well, and another in the back of his belt. Other than this, he does not carry any physical weapon with him. He always wears a dragon ring. The stone is a specialized one that reads his energy, changing color to reflect it. Many see it as a mood ring, but it is more of a reminder to watch himself.

Biography
Alecross' home was attacked when he was young. For ages, people had sought out the Scry for their own reasons and desires. This caused their numbers to fade. Being within the last known actual gathering of the race, it was not surprising to many when it happened. His people were slaughtered or enslaved. He was chosen to live, to be raised and cultivated for his powers. He was handed over to a demon lord, who instantly took a deep liking to him. He became in a sense like a pet to him, never seen out of the company of him. Although he was a prisoner, the demon lord was not cruel to him in entirety. He taught Alecross about the supernatural world. He taught him much about the living races, about how the power worked within the world of Lazrus. Alecross attended many parties and gathering of its higher class, including some where he met members of the head family.

However as he grew up, Alecross was reminded of his place at times. When he defied the lord or stepped out of place, he was disciplined strictly. As he grew and his powers began to mature more, he was trained in them. He was taught how to use them for both good and bad ends.His relationship with the lord evolved as well. He found himself become dependent on him more and more, to which the other had no quarrel with. It was what they wanted, Alecross to need him, to have no will or mind of his own. It was less of a chance of him rebelling at that race. He knew he was a weapon in a sense, a tool to be used and unleashed when the others thought it was appropriate. However, as he entered his mid teens, he began to become more and more rebellious. As a child, he had been required to take a medication, that dulled his mind and made him more "agreeable" to the will of the lord.

He stopped taking it, finding ways to dispose of it or make them think he took it. As his mind cleared and he was able to view his life and the things associated with it clearly, he began to see the darkness. The corruption behind the supernatural world, behind those who had power inside of it. Alecross made a plan to escape, telling no one save for the one person he trusted within the castle. Another teen who had been a servant boy. However, he did not know of the feelings of ill will the other was harboring towards him. He felt angry towards him because of the attention and love the lord showed only to Alecross. As he grew, Alecross began to be treated more like a suitor, as long as he behaved and followed orders. He was given anything he could desire, showered with gifts,placed on a pedestal. However, Alecross felt more like an object, all the things given, he did not truly want or care for.

He knew very well that if left to how things were, he would eventually be chosen as a suitor to the lord. He would be trapped then, unable to ever have his freedom. The mistake of telling the other cost him everything. The lord enraged locked him away, vowing he would never see the light of day again. He saw no one but the lord and the two guards who were always at his locked door. When the lord was away on business, the guards began to have little trouble attempting to use Alecross for their own gain, leaving him beaten badly at times. Through all of the pain and suffering though his life, he found himself coming to realize that he was increasingly enjoying it. The pain becoming one of the few ways for him to feel alive, to know he was capable of feeling. It became his drive, his push. To get free, to make them all pay for what they had done to his people, to him.

It is unknown to anyone but Alecross how he escaped, the guards found brutally massacred. It became suspected that it was Alecross who had murdered them. He left, using his knowledge and his powers to cover his tracks. As time moved on, he learned to keep on the move, never staying in one place for long. He kept his personal and emotional connections to a minimum, but he made plenty of overall connections along the way. He became a wanted infividual, not only by the lord, but by others who learned who and what he was and that he was no longer bound by the lord.Despite the challenges, he took his new freedom as a blessing. IT allowed him to explore the world in ways that he had never been able to before. He was able to stretch his legs and begin learning who he was for himself. He decided then, that he would never be anyone's pet or object again.


Extra
Alecross is an artist, he has a love and passion for writing and sketching.

Theme
The Devil Within , Monsters , Bad Intentions , My Demons , Antigravity, Runnin
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Old 02-25-2016, 08:09 PM


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Cassius "Cas" DeRosso

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AgeLooks to be in his twenties, but is actually over 800
GenderMale
SexualityBisexual
RaceWerewolf Worlock



Appearance
Cassius stands at a tall six foot four inches. His body is broad and well matured for his age. Lean and lengthy,muscle creating defined curves to his body. He has short black hair and deep smokey gray eyes, that at times turn an animalistic yellow. Despite his natural color being black, Cassius can often be found changing colors on a whim. His skin looks fair in nature, coming off as flawless and almost porcelain. He has been told he looks more like a god or unreal in nature due to the physical perfection he is.

Personality
Cassius is a bold personality. He is forward and direct, saying what is on his mind without hesitation. He is very playful in nature, one who loves a good game of cat and mouse with anyone who peeks his interest. One who loves both men and women, is is not shy about his sexuality. He has little trouble flirting, or using what he has 'asset' wise in many cases. He loves a good challenge, more of the type to hit on those who will give him a bit of a run, rather than those who will simply swoon and give him what he wants.

That's not to say that he wont use others affection and desire for him to his advantage at times if he needs to. He is very charming and carismatic, knowing how to talk his way through any situation. He is commented to have his own unique flare in his mannerisms, he is comfortable in his own body and being, seeing no point in hiding that. Cassius loves to party, often one to throw large and extravagent ones. He loves a good strong drink, as well as a spicy meal.

He is the type who dislikes taking much bull outside of a friendly setting. Those who get on his nerves, are quickly met with a more spicy version of him as well. It is not simply that he turns dark, but a definite icy edge picks up around him. He becomes more 'flexable' with the kindness of his magic. He is quick witted and tongued, tying back into his forward and direct ways. He is always one to enjoy a good word game with another, as well as a good solid conversation. He has been called flamboyant at times, though he is not overly girly in nature. Though comfortable with his sexuality, he is capable of being the dominant one wearing the pants in the conversation or relationship.

Flip side to that, he is also comfortable being the one on the recieving end in them as well. Despite his edgy nature, he is really a kind and generous man at heart. He does enjoy playing with people, tugging at their strings a lot, but he knows when to pull back. He is fiercely loyal and faithful to those he cares for, willingly putting himself in danger of death only for them. He does not mind assisting others, though some of the time it comes with an ulterior motive. He enjoys making deals, though far less dark in nature than the head family. Most of his deals include something to either tease the other, or that will please them both.

He is not one to outright take advantage of someone though, nor is he the type to ask another to take a life. He has a certain way of presenting himself around people, he is always composed and in control of himself. He enjoys the way others see him as a god, or something higher. It is most of the time only behind closed doors with his partner, or with his most trusted friends, that he lets down his guard and relaxes truly. Though he is one for a strong drink, or even stronger love, this flip side changes him. Within it, he is the type to enjoy sitting back with a nice simple glass of wine and a good book.

Away from the noise and flashing lights that he craves and the crowds. This often leads there to be two separate sides to his life that he keeps separate and almost secret from the other. This leads to people being shocked to find out he has a warmer side. He loves bold colors in his bolder style, reds, blues, greens and more. One darker color that makes him happy, is black, especially his black cloak coat. He is not much for a sweet tooth, though he does have a love of cheesecake, which is an odd weakness for his personality. He can be a bit of a mystery, not giving all of himself away. He has many surprises up his sleeves.

Cassius though a party boy in many ways, has a natural born leader side of himself. He has little trouble with taking charge and leading. As the Order's leader, it is his place to take care of most of the hard hitting business that comes with it. He can be a bit of a procrastinate at times, often seeming more aloof and put off by the thought of serious work. However, he understands that it must be done, and that many lives depend on him to do his work. He takes pride in his position, the name he has made for himself and what he has done in the name of helping others and protecting the original dream. He is a quick study, able to think on his feet and react in situations as needed. He is always evolving, and loves seeing how the world around him does as well.


Powers/Abilities
Being a worlock, Cassius possesses the power of magic, to which he is able to use in a variety of ways. He is familiar with both light and dark magic, as well as necromancy magic. Though he prefers not to mess with it. He also possesses the powers of a werewolf. He is most powerful when in full wolf form, but in human form he is able to still use a variety of werewolf powers. Such as, the ability of super strength, though not as strong as in full wolf mode. He is also in human form, able to use his heightened senses, speed, durability and more. Though as with his strength, their not as powerful in human form as in wolf form. Cassius is also immortal. This means a few things. He will never age, after reaching his prime in his twenties, his body remains as such. He also has a high resistance to many sicknesses and poisons through his time in the world. Basically, he will never die if left alone, but he can die from physical wounds.

Meaning if his heart is damaged beyond repair, or if he is met with a wound he can not heal, yes he will die. He is able to hold his own in hand to hand fights, though he prefers to avoid such barbaric fighting if he can. He also has a high tolerance to alcohol and many drugs. He has been around for quite some time and being a lover of parties, he has done his fair share of experimenting. He also is an avid musician, able to play a variety of instruments. His favorite is the piano, a composer of sorts. A hidden talent of his, is that he is also quite a good singer, at times gracing his club with his voice. Cassius has many odd and different talents, that he have developed over the years of his life. He is prides himself in being able to adapt and grow, being able to learn new things quickly and efficiently.

Cassius has a fail safe ability. When harmed mortally to the point where he looses consciousness and is unable to defend himself, his magic takes effect. He is surrounded by a powerful magical shield that keeps everyone out, in order to let his healing and healing magic take effect. A large drawback to this, is while it keeps all out, it keeps out both bad and good. This means, it keeps out potentially those who are trying to help him as well, until he regains conscious enough to drop the shield himself. The only other way it will drop, is if the wound gets the better of him and he is either very close to death, or has already passed. Cassius also has an ability that few know of. He is mentally and physically in tune with the supernatural and magical energies of the world. He is able to keep it in check for the most part, but there are times when he is unable to simply brush it off, such as when he lets his guard down or during sleep.

This connection, allows him the abilities of being able to sense the species of others. Meaning he can tell if someone is a wolf, vampire, etc. He can also feel a relative extent to their power. Meaning he can tell if their very powerful, or not so much. He is also able to in a sense tell the intent behind other's emotions and energies. A sort of empathy. He can sense when there is ill intent or danger, when trouble is coming and more. He can tell for the most part how another is feeling due to the energies around them. He is also in a sense a conduit for the energy. Meaning it is attracted to him. It flows through him, feeding him with enough of it at times like when he lets his guard down, leads to the manifestation of actual images or 'visions' of events to come or that are and have happening or happened. He is able to meditate, which allows him to tap in fully to this ability. A draw back, is while he is meditating, he is completely in tune with the energies. This leaves his physical body vulnerable and open to attack.

His werewolf form stands at well over eight feet tall. It's coloring is referred to as more of that of a husky, with a white underbelly and a black back and markings on his face and tail. This is more due to the fact of the presence of both good and evil within him. The white coloring reminiscent of the light while the black of the dark. He also has a series of magical markings, such as the ones upon his face, that glow upon his fur. They are thought to be related to his energy, as well as the magical and supernatural energies that he is in tune with. In this form, if he is killed, the glow from the markings will go out.


Weapons/Equipment
Cassius does not carry any weapons with him. He is more appalled by them for the most part, finding many of them barberic. He really has little on his physical being at times, since he is able to summon what he needs through his magic. The one thing he is never without however, is a blue orb It is about the size of a baseball, and it is often questioned why he has it.


Biography
Cassius has been around for quite some time. As a result, he has seen many things within the world. His exact origins are a mystery, no one really knows much about his early years. He does at times enjoy telling stories about his older days, but his very early times are a conversation better left off limits. It is known, that Cassius was an aprintace to a powerful worlock during his early years. He learned the trades of both light and dark magic. He was gifted from a young age as well, able to learn complicated spells that took years to master in days. It was not hard to see that he was destined for something more.

As he grew, he saw much of the problems that plagued the world. War, famine, genocide and more were happening over the years. He saw kings taken down, others rise to power, and the rise of the supernatural. Cassius was around when the humans began to learn about the supernatural creatures that romed the world around them. Many saw them simply as a threat, and proceeded to treat them as such. They sought to end them, to get rid of them, before they could do any damage. Cassius was among those who sought peace, a path that led to both worlds being able to live in harmony.

As a result, a friend of his decided to step up and begin creating a haven for those of the supernatural world. When Cassius inquired about what the man would name this heaven of his, he was me with the name 'Lazrus'. Cassius believed in his friend, in the vision that he saw. As such, it was placed in the hands of this man and his family to lead the new world. Cassius stood by him as an advisor, as a friend as well. When locations were divid up, Cassius was the only one not of the family's blood to be given his own domain. For years, life was good. It was not perfect, there were incidents happening around the world. Both supernatural and human beings often crossed.

Though as time passed, the supernatural world faded more and more into the background, which is what the head family desired. They were no longer hunted and sought to die. As the years began to pass, his friend and head of the family felt the effects of the time. Being a man of magic, Cassius himself felt the effects of immortality. He did not age past his prime, always remaining handsome and young. His friend would often tease him about such, telling him he would be sought after through the years by many suitors easily. Cassius had never had the guts to tell him, but the one he was in love with for the first real time, was in fact this friend.

When the other finally passed, Cassius was the one who held respective services for him. Cassius remained friends with many of the other members of the family. However, he began to notice trouble when the matriarch was gone. Those who had control, sought to change things. They wanted to expand their territory, to change borders, some even began to want to change the roll that the supernatural world played in the human one. As the original member faded away, others rose to take their place. Lazrus spread out to have hold in many countries of the world. The main hub remained within the central city of New York.

Over time, the members of the family began to think of themselves as higher than those around them. This caused them to become more and more unhappy with the fact that someone outside of the family had power and territory. This caused them to try and out Cassius. He felt more and more that they were disrespecting what Lazrus was originally meant to be. Thus, in the late eighteen hundreds, he severed ties with the family completely. He began to use his own power and reign in order to continue the haven that the original creator had desired.

The matriarch that was currently in power at that time became furious, he took it as an act of discrace and war. As a result, he sought to have Cassius killed. He hired an assassin, a werewolf. Cassius was asked to meet a lover of his at the time for a date, only to come in on a gruesome scene of the other brutally malled and killed. He became furious, when the assassin attacked him. A battle errupted between the two, one that caused Cassius to release a darker side of himself. The lover had been a good friend, one that he had become close to and that he suspected was any day about to propose marriage between the two of them.

He had watched many in his life come and go, due to his immortality, which seeing the one he was with murdered brought to a head. Cassius was injured badly during the fight, including being bittin. He managed to make it home, the wolf who had attacked him killed. It took him days to recover, flickering back and forth between life and death. His will and heart managed to allow him to live. He cursed himself, angry for allowing himself to become so soft and vulnerable at the time. He began working with his magic once more, and as he became aware of the extent of the damage done by the bite, he became skilled in his new wolf power as well.

He took the attack, making himself stronger in turn. This only succeeded in infuriating the monarch at the time, who labeled him an enemy of the family. It was forbidden to interact with him, doing so would be considered an act against the family. This did not stop many though. They continued to live in his territory, continued to enjoy his parties and his care. He became over time of a group called the Order, a group who believed in the original values of the Lazrus. Many seek him out for help, especially if the head family is concerned. He is the biggest threat to the family, and it is rumored that he is leading the beginnings of a rebellion against them.


Extra
He has a love of the unique, bold and passionate. He is constantly showing this through creating his own clothes and accessories. He will at times create something for someone who catches his eye.

Theme
Centuries, Let it Rock, For Your Entertainment, If I Had You
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Old 02-27-2016, 09:59 PM


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Vladamir "Vlad" Ruelle

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AgeNineteen
GenderMale
SexualityIn public he is straight, behind the scenes....he is more
RaceVampire



Appearance
He stands at six foot three, with short dark brown almost black hair. His eyes are golden, while his skin is fair in nature. He has a well developed body, lined with lean muscle. He takes care of himself, his body is his temple and it shows.

Personality
Vladamir has two main sides to him. The first is the side that those in public see, the other is one that is used only when he is alone or behind closed doors. When around others, he is completely composed. Everything must be in its place, from every hair to every thread and more. In this way, when it comes to things around him, Vladamir is a perfectionist and a bit OCD. He hates when things are out of place, hates even more when he is not in control of himself and things around him. He enjoys his power, and is not afraid to use it over others to get what he wants and to keep things in line. He hates any opposition to his power and rule, any challenge to him. This is because, it threatens his control. It threatens to put things out of his power, something he does not want at all.

He is typically calm cool and collected, coming off most of the time as being aloof and uninterested in things going on around him. He acts like he cares for no one, like he could not care less at what happens to people around him. Life is trivial to him, especially the lives of those that he deems beneath him. He comes off as being cold to those around him, quick tongued and even quicker to act. He is not one to hesitate, doing what he believes needs to be done and is expected of him as par his status and position in life. He is the type to believe that the strong survive, while the weak either must submit or step aside. He does not care for anything outside of his world and his power.

On the flip side, him behind closed doors is a completely different person. He is a lot calmer and quieter person behind closed doors. He seems more relaxed, without the eyes of all upon him. He can often be found ironically setting down with a good book. He likes the peace and quiet, enjoying the silence. He relaxes with his control as well. He also enjoys a nice cup of warm tea. When it comes to his romantic life, he tends to flux at times. He is well aware that his family expects him to provide an heir. He is expected to be on point and represent his family with the upmost class and respect. So in this sense, he will not engage with anyone outside of his class. When he does show interest, he will only give attention to females. He is known to be straight by all who know him.

He does have a hidden lover side however, one that does not mind the company of men or women. He lets down his guard for awhile depending on who it is. It is during this time, that a more vulnerable side of him arises. However, immediately after, he will typically do a one eighty. His walls go back up, and he becomes colder towards his partner. He has little trouble threatening them if they dare say anything to anyone about what happened. It takes a long time for him to relax around anyone fully, to the point where he feels genuinely safe and happy around them. When he does, a genuinely kind and gentle nature comes from within him. It is surprising to most, that he is capable of real love. However, it complicates his life for him, thus at times he is one to pull back into old habits at times.

He requires patience and someone who is willing to put up with his bull. He is torn a lot of the time internally between what he desires and what is expected of him. He sees the world as two different places. What should be and what is. He is not the type to be a dreamer or believe most of the time. He thinks such things are pointless, that no one ever gets what they want in the end. He is the type to believe in the facts, preferring cold hard proof and reality over chasing something that may never happen. He is afraid to put himself out there, because in many ways he is afraid to fail. He is afraid to lose everything and in the end be left with nothing, leaving him to be one to play by the rules and tradition. He likes routine and tradition, because it is predicable and controllable, change and the unknown intimidate him.

This is not to say that he is not capable of change. He is far more capable than he allows himself to believe. He believes he needs to be an image that everyone can look up to, one that they know is in a position of power and a leader. He knows the history of his family and hopes to keep it going. Though he is capable of taking another step forward if he gave himself the real chance. He often times needs a bit of a push, a bit of guidance. Someone to keep himself guarded and set in his ways, he often finds himself actually desiring the challenge that he hates so much. Someone who will in the end break him out of his own personal prison, allowing him to become a man he can be proud of, instead of the man he is expected to be.


Powers/Abilities
Vladamire has the powers that come with being a Vampire, including enhanced senses, durability, combat skills and more. Along wit this, he has a variety of pain manipulation skills, including: Illusions, Psychic Torture, Pain Surpression, Suffering Absorption, and Suffering Empowerment. He feeds off of the pain of others, drawing it into himself. As a result, the pain and suffering of others only makes him stronger. He is able to influence pain on others, creating illusions of things around others that they fear or that will cause them pain. At the same time, he is able to induce pain on them through some kind of contact. Either through physically touching them, or by eye contact with them.

He also has skills that lay outside of his powers. Despite his prim and proper outward appearance, he knows how to fight. He is capable of handling himself in a physical fight, though he prefers to use his power to avoid dirtying his hands. He also has skills in being a leader, able to command attention and loyalty. He knows the ins and outs of the high class world, including how to manipulate people and power. He is also a master swordsman, capable of holding his own in a battle of wits as well as the blade.


Weapons/Equipment
He does not have any weapons with him at most times, other than a simple Sword, that he will use without hesitation. Other than that, he finds many of the other weapons used in life degrading and more use for those of a lower class.

Biography
Vladamir was born and raised within the throngs of the high class of the Lazrus. His father was a member of the head family, while his mother was a beautiful vampire princess whom he fell in love with. As a result, Vladamir was born of royal blood, as well as of vampire blood. From a young age, he had to get used to being a vampire, as well as being in the eye of the public. He was told from a young age, that people would be expecting much of him, and he would have to live up to those expectations. Like his mother, he became acostomed to keeping his vampire needs out of the eyes of others. This meant, he never fed from anyone in public, only partaking in blood imported in the form of wine and more. He also was taught to keep his fangs in his mouth, not to let others see. In some ways, he was convinced that his father was ashamed of his mother being a vampire, despite the love they showed towards each other.

He was well aware of other branches and such being of different races, even though they had initially started out from the same ancestor. He was also aware of the lack of happiness with their ancestors and family. People saw them as thieves, villans and more. They saw them as the enemy to the people they were supposed to be protecting and leading. His father told him this was due to the natural fact that people resisted power, the leadership that they needed rather than wanted. He was told they were doing what was best for people. If they did what everyone wanted, then the world would fall apart into chaos. As a result, his upbringing was highly strict. He was put in a routine, told what to do, when to do it, how to do it and more. He was not allowed to play or fool around, he was not allowed to show weakness or any form of cowardace. He was pushed to be strong, spending mos of his time studying and remaining by his father's side.

He was shown the ropes of the business from a young age. He was shown how to rule, how to make deals. This was because he was to be the heir of his father's line. His father's territory was a region in the North Country, the largest of the ten territories that the state had been divided into due to the regions. He would have a many people and quite a bit of space to maintain and keep control over. When he was eight, his mother was diagnosed with a rare Vampire disease, that attacked her vampiric cells. Vladamir knew that it was not contagious, the only way one could gain such an illness, was to either inherit it through the family, or by drinking contaminated blood. As a result, his father began to fear that Vladamir himself might contract it. As a result, his mother was sent away for what he was told was treatment, and he never saw her again. Part of him suspected that she had been either imprisoned or killed, but he never questioned his father or asked about her.

As a result of the illness, his father began to have him regularly tested. Each time he came back as healthy, but part of his father continued to be consumed by the fear that he would follow his mother and become ill. Because of this, his father proceeded to attempt finding another wife. Not for love, but another chance at an heir, a sort of back up plan. Vladamir knew either way as the oldest, he would be the first in line for the throne. This made people whisper however, what if he did end up coming down with the disease? The only way his father could then secure that he did not take the throne, was to get rid of him as well. Either that, or his father could wait for the disease to kill him. How long it would take would be unknown. Some found themselves having only months when the disease became full fledged, while others managed to continue on for longer. It would jeapordise the territory to simply wait around however.

To have a leader who was sick, was a sign of weakness. It would leave doubt at the family's ability to lead, which could lead to someone deciding to overthrow them, or in turn the matriarch of the family to replace them altogether. If anything, this pushed Vladamir to be more of a perfectionist and to prove that he could handle things. His father married a beautiful woman, who was of human blood when Vladamir was thirteen. This way, he would not have to worry about her coming down with any diseases. He made sure to test such things before they were married. Vladamir hated her, she made it clear to him when his father was not around, that she was the one who had his heart. She would be the one to bear him a child, and in time, she would replace him.Vladamir watched her play nice and innocent around his father, getting whatever she wanted as a result. She took to the power like second nature, walking around like she owned the place. Vladamir eventually had enough.

He caught her in the study one night, when his father was away on business. She was making it clear all she wanted was to know the status on the family's money. He enjoyed taking her down a peg or two, reminding her that she was only human. She thought she had all this power, when she really had none. There were so many out there, who could end her pathetic life with little more effort than it took to snap a twig. She was little more than a physical source of pleasure for his father, a way for him to have another child if he so willed it. After that, she never bothered him. She kept her head down, avoiding him when she could. His father returned and inquired about the reasoning for her sudden change, to which neither gave him a direct answer. She eventually became pregnant, but much to the father's dismay, it turned out to be a girl.

Vladamir only found amusement in this, while his father began to distance himself from the woman and his daughter a bit. He began to once more return his attention and more onto Vladamir, as it became discovered that due to complications of the child birth, the woman he had chosen could no longer carry safely to term. She became little more than a useless tool to him after hearing that, part of Vladamir enjoyed watching it break her. On the flip side, he came to truly adore his little half sister. She became his world as she grew. He found comfort and escape in being around her. Simply reading to her or playing with her became a pass time of his, despite their age difference. His father however, kept the daughter more or less a secret from the world. She was to him in many ways an accident, one Vladamir knew the woman was only kept around to care for. However, it did not last long.

Vladamir was sixteen at the time, when he entered his sister's room to find that her mother had done the unthinkable. She had killed herself, along with his little sister. Their bodies there within the room. It horrified him, seeing someone he cared for so much dead. His father had everything torn down. Every trace of the woman and his sister was removed from the home. Every trace they ever existed was removed from existance where he was concerned. He even had their marriage erased like it never happened. It became a blemish on his record, something he did not want getting out or to even act like it had ever happened. He refused to speak about the two, going on like the deaths had never happened. He continued to lead, pushing Vladamir to continue as well. Vladamir became colder than, more closed off. He saw any emotion or the like weakness, one he could not afford.

When Vladamir turned eighteen, he was sworn in as the new leader of the territory. Though this of course like much of the territories was a face value thing. His father was the one with the main power, control and say over Vladamir and what went on. This was how it went, until about six months later. Vladamir was waiting for his father within a meeting, when he got the news that his father had been in an accident. Meeting with some of the other consultants and such of the head family, a group of rouge fighters had attacked them. His father was among those who had been killed. Vladamir knew he should have been sad and hurt. In many ways he was, while in others, he felt relief and freedom. Services were held for the fallen man, and now without him around, full power and the weight of it fell to Vladamir. He has been led ever since.


Extra
It is because of his past love of reading to his sister, that he finds comfort in books. He also has a hidden weakness for gardening. He enjoys various plants, especially flowers, finding their beauty calming.

Theme
Whatdya Want From Me?, Leave Out All The Rest, Monster You Made Me, Love The Way You Hate Me
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Ulrica "Ula" Kokinos

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AgeTwenty Three
GenderFemale
SexualityHeterosexual
SpeciesLycanthrope



Appearance
Ulrica has fine brown locks that fall just past her rib cage, shaved on the right side (something that had originally been done as a punishment that she kept around). Her skin though pale for what it could be still holds a permanent sunkissed tan, hinting to the color she could get in the sun. The woman stands about five foot-three with a slender build, though from the tension of muscle under her skin, there's no way to think she was weak, but more wasn't fed as much as she should be.

She has large, steel grey eyes that are ringed by a darker, nearly black-grey. A single white scar frames the left side of her face, grazing her flesh from her temple to nearly the corner of her mouth; it had been both a warning and a taunt, having been told that they didn't want to mare that beautiful face she had too much, but still reminding her that she were nothing but a monster.

The rest of her body is littered with scar, large and small, some clearly having been large gashes that didn't get proper treatment while she healed. There were brandings on her as well, many were clearly the Lazrus crest as well as the crests of the families that "upheld" the purpose of Lazrus.
Around her neck is what appears to be a shock collar like you would find on household dogs, though this one was designed to be able to keep the woman in check. Should it be discovered that Ulrica is not doing as she is told, it is able to deliver a shock stron enough to knock the werewolf out.


Personality
Though she holds within her the strength of an alpha, in can be hard to tell when the woman seems to almost cower away from thsoe that approach her. Her past and present with the main house has left her skiddish around others, not sure just what would upset them. Rather than dealing with the pain of punishment, the woman is often silent, simply doing as she's told to a point.

Her wolfish personality is still there though, stubborn like her father and proud as a werewolf should be, though it seems to comes in spurts and at the right moment to get her in trouble. She longs for the pack, though she doesn't fully realize it. Ulrica is known to fall for the smallest kindest one bestows upon her, as it is a rare thing for her to get. Many seemed to have picked up on this for it's not uncommon for the Main House to send people to "befriend" the werewolf, only to use them as a tool of betrayal, using them to serve the woman's next punishment.

Fiercly loyal to those that she does consider as close, she not only listens but will fight to the end for them. Though she was raised to be a pack leader, it seems that the Lazrus has all but made a follower out of the woman.

It's still there though; the resentment she has for the main house, for the people that were put in charge to protect their kind. "Ula", the name meant "pet wolf" and was given to her by the main house; she loathes the nickname for they gave it to her to humiliate her, telling her that her given name was not suiting enough.

When she's allowed out, usually to do the dirty work of the main house, Ulrica is able to expand her boundaries. She can be brash and reckless, acting before thinking things through. Though tucked away for so long, she's able to rely on her instincts, often recalling her father and words of wisdom he would often give her growing up.

When not among the members of the main house, the woman is loud and outspoken. Though, she has to be willing to stand up for herself without a second thought as many view her as the lap dog of the main house, though none had ever tried to save her from the servitude. She's more than aware that it's against her will and defends that.

Hot headed, things usually start to get out of hand when the death of her pack is brought up, especially if people decide to say she had become a disgrace to her father. Such things being said even cause her to lash out at main house members, breaking the woman from her usual silent, docile nature.

Though she fears the main house and continues to fall for her tricks, there's a part of her that wants to get away, to rebuild what was lost and to seek revenge for her entire pack. Those feelings have been forever buried within the woman, for how could one have the confidence to do such a thing when they can't even remove a simple collar?


Powers/Abilities
As a pureblood werewolf, Ulrica has two different wolf forms. She has a wolf form, her size being that of an extra large dog breed rather than that of a normal wolf as well as a half wolf form which takes her usual five foot three height and presses her close to seven feet tall.

She possesses the abilities standard for you standard werewolf including enhanced senses, speed, stamina, strength and regeneration. She is also able to commincate with other canines, which has been something to help keep them from giving away that she wasn't human on the rare occassion.

Inherited from her father, she also possesses the ability of semi-immortality. While she does not appear to age, it does not mean she is actually immortal, but her life span can be ended through mortal wounds that would normally kill her kind.


Weapons/Equipment
Ulrica does not use weapons nor any special equipment in combat, not just because the main house has never dared to give her one, but the werewolf is enough of a weapon on her own. The smaller, staggling packs that formed (dispersed from larger ones after the slaughter of the Manhattan pack) seem to avoid the woman, her lycanthropic forms larger than their own due to her genetics and strong blood line that dates back to the time of the Greeks.

Biography
Ulrica was the eldest child to the Alpha of Manhattan; her father had named her, Ulrica meaning "powerful wolf" and their surname, Kokinos meaning "red" to reflect the color of their true forms. The wolf pack of Manhattan was very well off; either most humans had grown to be unable to see them, or they just didn't seem as concerned about them. Her family, for example, her father was a stock trader and headed his own hedge firm, granted the clients were strictly non-human. Her mother was a fashion designer, her clothes featured in many of the high end clothing stores across the nation. The money, much like with the other wolves, did not go to benefit themselves but the pack as well as to aid in the prosperity of Lazrus.

Lazrus had existed long before her family, but her father boasted that it was their ancestors that also agreed to this land that would be a safe haven for those that were not human. Their pack though, had been located in Manhattan for at least just as long, if not longer and the Kokinos name always seemed to lead the pack as alpha, defeating those that would threaten to take over that task.

Both her father and mother sought to nurture their child to one day take over the pack with the new alpha, he taking on the family name of course. The name Ulrica was not lost on the child for she dominated all the play fights with the other pups her age as well as of those with years over her. The wolves continued to thrive though, at least until those in charge of the well being of Lazrus began to change.

What started as a safe haven was soon growing into a dangerous place for those that weren't human. Though it was rare for normal human to be able to see them, those in charge of Lazrus could and seemed to view those they were supposed to protect as monsters. Her father was an outspoken man when it came to the safety of his pack and would often meet with members of Lazrus to try and reason with the humans to stop their attacks and that they were doing nothing to go against them.

This of course, eventually brought eyes from the main family to the well known pack.

Since they weren't getting anywhere in negotiating with them humans, the Manhattan pack was contemplating on leaving New York all together, as they felt they were safer falling off the radar, if possible, than anything else. They would never get to decide, for soon the powers of the main house and others of Lazrus were upon the pack.

The humans, whom had grew used to attacking and kill various supernatural species were more than well equipped to attack the pack, though that wasn't to say that they had a clear won victory. The fighting went on all through the night, the children having been hidden away for safety with some of the elders, though even they weren't safe.

As numbers fell, some of the elders went to help the pack though their emergence drew attention from some and soon, the hideout of pups and young wolves with elders was discovered. The humans made quick work of the elders before turning their attention to the pups before them. There was no thought to spare children and babies though, for even they were considered monsters in their eyes. As the humans began to attack the helpless young, the remaining adults started pulling from their current fights to try and protect them, a fatal move for many.

A massive red half man was soon before the form of his terrified child, checking on her, running a massive pawed hand over her furred head before turning to the humans that had her cornered. His eyes fell upon the slaughtered children and those that were being killed even as other wolves rushed in. Lips bared in a snarl, he roared at the men, though it was his earlier behavior that would determine his daughter's fate.

These men were from the main house, not one of the local branches that overlooked Manhattan. It took seven of them to finally take down the Alpha, but once they did, their eyes fell to the cowering pup that would have been considered 'red' in the world of normal dogs. The pup looked very much like the massive beast that bled out before them. This one they didn't kill, no, taking in the offspring of the Alpha would be an insult to their kind, especially for what they could use her for. The pup wasn't without her own fight, for despite her shaking, she still bit and clawed at the men as they approached for even as a puppy, she was about the size of a full grown medium sized dog. The men would soon knock the pup out and return with her to the main house, the pack of Manhattan destroyed and a warning issued for it to never return, for no pack would be allowed to settle there.




Years, it had been years since Ulrica was the only survivor of her packs' massacre; if you could call it that, she was a captive. The main house "took her in", for lack of better words. She had been shackled, collared and locked away in a silver cage in some prison cellar below the main house. The main house used her as an attack dog, sending her against her will to attack other supernaturals if they felt they did something wrong; which was of course, quite often.

Ulrica was more than aware of what she was doing and was known to often go against the wishes of the main house, stubborn like her father, the acts would go punished. The scars and brands that littered her body was just one way they punished her; she would go without meals, be forced into her wolf or half wolf form and not allowed to change for weeks at a time. If they were feeilng particularly spiteful, silver in various forms would be placed upon or near her, a favorite being silver powder that they would blow upon her like children would blow glitter from their hands.

Though not accepted by the main house, for to them, she was a monster, even the supernatural world didn't seem to fully accept her for she was the attack dog of the humans. She lived conflicted, not sure what was right anymore. It also didn't help that she was the type to quickly fall for any kindness someone gave her, for it was a rare thing for her to receive. It was something that made her easy to manipulate until she found out that said person was deceiving her as they would be the next to deliver her punishment, with glee of course.


Extra
As a Child of the Moon, Ulrica adores night time; she has often dreamt about howling along his own kind. She loves music, art and stories; not that she's any good at any of it, but it's able to take her away to better places. She loves food, though often tempted by the smells that drift when festivals come to town or even the smells that drift from the kitchen of the main house. She's a simple person that truly enjoys the small pleasures of life, probably because she hasn't been able to enjoy them before.

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Elijah "Eli" Jinn

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Age191, but appears to be in his twenties
GenderMale
SexualityGay
RaceGenie/Djinn



Appearance
Elijah stands at six foot two, with a lean and lengthy body. He has short slightly curly brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He has fair skin, with no visible scars to be seen. He is not the most muscular man around, but he has enough tone to him, which he would prefer to say is natural. He has a Star Tattoo, on the back of his right shoulder as well.

Personality
Elijah is the type of person you either love or you hate. He is a playboy and a party boy at heart. Due to his life's events, he has long since shed his prim and proper ways that he was raised in. He likes to think of it as letting go of what was holding him back, but he comes off more as simply having a careless attitude. If you're not his master or mistress, or someone he finds interesting, he is more prone to simply brush someone off and ignoring them or seeing little point in interaction. He is highly bold and blunt within his speech and actions, not afraid to say what he is thinking. Though he comes off as not caring about others feelings, he actually does take them into consideration to a point. However, he is not above simply ignoring them for his own feelings or enjoyment.

He enjoys playing with people, knowing how to push their buttons. He is not one to be crossed easily, for he has little trouble in literally tearing someone to shreds. He seeks out their most vulnerable parts, picking them apart at the seams. This is more of a defense though, often a cover when someone or something begins to get to close to a vulnerable part of him. He hates being weak or vulnerable around anyone. To that extent, he comes off as being kind of high and mighty, something more than he is or truly feels like. He likes big, bold and excess. The flashier and showier often the better with him. He likes to have fun, a good party and a good drink. Often found with one in his hand or close by. He is at times referred to as flamboyant and over the top within his mannerisms. At the same time, there is an air of power and elegance about him as well. Something that draws people to him that they often can not explain.

Inside, he is in reality more quiet and softer. He has a deep pain and darkness that he has worked on keeping buried over the years. He has a loneliness and a hole where his past is concerned, hating to talk about it, especially when it comes to his romantic past. He no longer believes in true love, or in a happily ever after. If anything, he more believes that everyone is out for some ulterior motive. That in the end, it will only screw you over. He is very vocal about this, having little trouble in telling people what he thinks where love is concerned. That does not stop him from being a man of passion however. He loves the feeling of another with him, close to him and intimate. He has little trouble using others for his own pleasure, as long as he keeps them at arms length and little more than that. He views most as only good for that. In this respect, he is seen as a flirt. Having no trouble in flirting with men, or women, though his true heart lies with one.

He comes off as cold and arrogant, but in truth there is more to him below the surface. He does have a good heart, one he can not resist at times. He does hate to see others truly hurt, especially by the hand of another. He can't stand to see a broken heart, for it often brings back memories of his own past. He is actually a good listener at heart, one who has been through a lot in his life. He is fiercely loyal to those who earn his trust or his respect. The type to truly care what happens, and to do whatever he must for them. On the flip side, he is one to hold a grudge. He hates being stabbed in the back, used or betrayed. Because of this, once someone has done something to get under his skin, it is not unusual for him to become very icy and standoffish towards them. He knows how to remain mad, for he has had plenty of practice in his life.

Where masters and mistress' are concerned, he is on the edge. He will do what they want, since he has little choice about it if they hold the ring. He is not above making a snide comment or toying with them a bit. When it comes down to it though, he knows when to shut up and when it is time to know his place. Even if he does not like it. He is seen as highly sarcastic most of the time, a man with a quick tongue. He knows how to talk his way around others, having fun at times in confusing others. He is both a good and bad guy, depending on who you are and how he feels about you. He is secretly compassionate and very aware of pain and suffering in others. That is what gets to him most. He keeps the better side of him hidden more often then not, because of his fear of being seen as weak or vulnerable. He does not want to be hurt or taken advantage of again.

He thinks if he is able to remain this way, that it is less likely that this will happen. Despite his fear of this, deep in his heart, he does crave his own happily ever after. He craves wanting that love, true love. He wants answers as to why this was done to him, how someone he cares for and trusted so much could betray him so deeply. He does have odd enjoyances outside of a drink, party or pleasure. He is very passionate about playing the piano, enjoying it. He also has a love for a good book, though he often only reads when alone.


Powers/Abilities
As a genie/Djinn, Elijah has the physiology and the powers of a Genie/Djinn, including flight/levitation, shape-shifting, teleportation and more. He also has abilities in Reality Warping, and Wish Granting. Often crossed with what people see as magic, he is fine with people simply wanting to call it as such, even though it is more. He is very capable of using the power for his own desires at times, though as per his current circumstances, the will and wishes of a master or mistress trumps his own desires. Yes, being a Genie/Djinn, Elijah has been sealed to a tangible object. The object in question, is a Ring. As per the rules of being sealed to an object, the person in charge of the ring becomes his master or mistress. This forms a sort of contract between the two.

Due to this contract, he is unable to refuse the wishes or commands of the ring's holder, no matter how dark or degrading they may be. He himself, is unable to touch the ring. This means, he is not able to simply take it from the holder and free himself from them. The only way he can gain his freedom, is to have the ring willingly given to him by choice of the master or mistress. Elijah also has the ability of Semi-Immortality. He does not age, so he forever looks the age he was sealed away at. He also is relatively incapable of actual death. Meaning, he can not die from poison, starvation, being beaten or mortally wounded, etc. If his physical body is harmed badly enough, he is forced to pull back into the ring for a period of time in order to heal. This renders him unable to be of much use to the holder of the ring during that time.

At the same time, even though he is unable to die, he is still very much able to feel the pain of things. He is still able to feel the sting of a blade, or the pain that comes from being poisoned or stabbed. He is also able to be killed in one sure way. That is, if the ring that he is bound to is destroyed, before willingly being turned over to him. Since his power and soul is bound to it, destroying it will destroy him. If it is turned over to him, he is faced with a choice. Either remain bound to the ring and keep his immortality, or free himself from the ring. Both have their pros and cons. If he keeps bound to the ring, he keeps his immortality, but he risks having the problem of someone taking it and once more gaining a master or mistress if he is unable to keep it hidden or safe. At the same time, if he chooses to free his soul from the ring, he keeps his immortality in the sense he can not die by ageing, but he gains the ability to be killed by mortal wounds and his healing is slowed to more normal lengths. This would also cause the star tattoo to vanish from his back. Another drawback, is this would leave him open to being sealed once more, if someone managed to figure out how to do so.

He shares a psychic link with the holder of the ring. He is able to read their emotions and power. He also gains the ability of telepathy with his master or mistress. Meaning he can hear even unspoken wishes or commands from them, to which he is still forced to obey. The ring makes it impossible for him to refuse the master or mistress. If he does, the "will" of the master or mistress takes over. The ring will glow and he will feel a strong pain, his body and power forced to react against his will. The master or mistress can not shut off the link between the two, as long as their physically in possession of the ring. They can order him to not use it unless told to though. But if they do, he will still get feelings from them. The control over him is optimal when the ring is on the holders physical being. However, they can choose to hide it and maintain hold on him. However if another finds it while hidden, ownership immediately passes to the finder, as soon as they touch the ring. Most prefer to keep it on them, seeing it as the safest place from those who may steal it.


Weapons/Equipment
He has no need to carry anything with him for the most part. He is capable of creating or summoning whatever he needs, so he sees little point in loading himself down with stuff.

Biography
He was born in 1825, as Elijah Durmont, the son of a wealthy London couple. His parents were both pure blood genie's, who came from lines that had never been bound into servitude. He had a good life growing up, gaining anything he could ever want. They lived as high class where both the human and supernatural worlds were concerned. They had influence in both worlds, few dared to cross them. He had a little sister, by the name of Helena. She was fragile from a young age, but was the light of his life. They had a three year age difference between them, but while they were younger, they were inseparable. He was her protector, her big brother. He took pride in that, in having a bond outside of the lime light. For growing up, he was used to having to be a proper gentleman, having to act and give off an air of power and elegance while others were around. Being with his sister, was the time when he could relax and be himself. With her, he was more calm and laid back, able to enjoy the simple and modest.

However, as he began reaching his teen years, Elijah began to take an interest in things outside of simple friendships. He longed to begin finding love. Though he was interested, he found himself having little luck with women. His parents would attempt setting him up at times with others who they believed could help his future, but he found himself not clicking with them. Quickly becoming bored and turned off by the thought of a traditional love and marriage, he found his attention drawn elsewhere. He began to take an interest in Aiden, a worker at their home. The two had grown up together, although Aiden was a few years his elder. They had been good friends, but Elijah found himself feeling different around him as time passed. He found himself wanting to impress him, look and act his best around him. He wanted to be near him more and more, until his sister proposed the idea that he might be falling in love. He refused the idea, finding it revolting. His sister merely laughed it off, telling him that it did not matter who he fell in love with, that he was still him and she would always love him.

He knew his parents would not approve, so he tried to put it out of his mind. However, Aiden seemed to notice the shift in him, as he began avoiding him a bit. The other surprising him by confronting him about what was going on with him. When he tried to brush him off, it resulted in an argument that ended with Aiden kissing him. It was then that he realized the other cared for him as well. The two began a secret affair, that only his sister knew of. He knew he could trust her, and loved having someone he could talk to who would not judge him. Their love was passionate and fun. He had never been so wild in his life, able to go out and relax with the other. However, rumors of his dealings began to get back to others. His parents coming to catch him with the other in his room. They were furious, having Aiden fired and removed on the spot. They lectured Elijah about his status, his place and what was expected of him within this world. He snapped, telling them he did not care about what he was expected to do or be. That he was in love, and would begin living for himself.

Thus he left the home, taking off on his own to be with his lover. His sister was sad to see him go, but told him that she understood he needed to be free, to find himself. He was gone not even a year, before finding out his sister had fallen mysteriously ill. He returned home, but there was no help for her. Magic could not help her, nor were supernatural or human medicine. He wanted to be by his side, but his parents used the situation to make an ultimatum. He either broke it off what they called a foolish fling, or he did not see his sister again. Aiden saw what was going on, and did what he could not. He broke it off with him, leaving him to be with his sister. He was devastated, but also very thankful to him. He missed him greatly, spending his time by his sister's side. At the age of Nineteen, his sister passed away. He was at her funeral, feeling more isolated and alone than he ever had.

He remembered what she said about love, back when he had been confused. Making a choice, he packed a bag and took off to find Aiden who had vanished after breaking it off with him. He found him in America, with a girlfriend no less. It tore his heart apart, when he located him at a diner only to see the two kiss. He left, though not before the other noticed him. He followed him, resulting once more in an argument between the two. When Aiden kissed him this time however, Elijah ended up hitting him. The fight turned slightly more physical, before resulting in an angry and yet passionate night between the two. He regretted it in the morning, telling Aiden so. The other tried to explain that the girlfriend was simply a distraction, that even in the time that had passed, the only one he loved truly was still him. He proposed to him on the spot, presenting a ring to him. He said that he had been planning to propose to him back before he had broken things off to let him be with his sister.

Elijah had been caught off guard, unsure and a bit afraid. Though he still loved him as well, thus he agreed to marry him. They were happy together, getting closer than before. It was around this time he began to become more aware of the Lazrus world. He knew that it was throughout the world, he had had dealings with them back in London, though he was surprised to see how different it was in America. He knew that their main base was located there, but to see how much more rigid and colder things were there, it was new to him. Despite going to America, his parents were able to locate him. They were furious to learn of his engagement, but as an adult and outside of London, they had little pull upon him. That did not stop them from trying to interfere. Elijah and Aiden being pushed by events that happened following this. He was very much aware of the sabotage attempts, his parents not afraid of enlisting the help of the Lazrus world. Elijah thought they were making progress, that things were going well between the two of them.

Then, everything changed. One night, Aiden came home. The other instigated relations almost immediately. He could tell something was up, but the other was very good with getting in his head and his heart. It was passionate and full of love as the two had always been with one another, but he could not shake the feeling that there was something more going on as well. He woke in the morning, to the other staring out the window. He slipped out of bed to his side, asking what was wrong. Aiden held up the ring, making Elijah realize he had removed it while he was sleeping. The other told him that no matter what happened, he would always love him, that he would be the only one he truly ever gave his heart to. His words worried Elijah, making him question him more about what was wrong. The other didn't answer, instead giving him a kiss and slipping the ring back on his finger. He felt an odd sensation coming through him, looking down to see it glowing. He felt a sudden sharp pain within his right shoulder, before things began to shift around him. He did not understand what was going on, but before he knew it, he was within an odd room.

He could find no way out, it was rather simple within. A bed, a table and the like. No door was there, no windows or anything else. He called out, but no one answered. He was unsure how long he was in there, his mind swirling with thoughts and more. He came to be aware of the star shaped tattoo on his shoulder, as well as the missing ring on his finger. He came to a realization, one he did not want to accept. Aiden had some how done what every genie hated and avoided. He had bound him to an object, his soul and his power. Where most thought genies came from lamps, they could be bound in actuality to any object. What broke his heart more, was to come to the conclusion the other had bound him to the very thing that was supposed to symbolize their love and bond...the ring. Sure enough, eventually he felt a burning sensation coming from the mark on his shoulder, alerting him that he was being summoned. He was only then able to leave the room, coming out to a place he had never been before.

He came to notice a man there, who identified himself as a member of the head family to the Lazrus. He also came to tell Elijah that he was in fact his new master. It was there that his life of forced service began. Over the next hundred and sixty five years, that was where he remained. Passed around within the family, from one master or mistress to the other. He was able to travel with them and see the world, but he was always constantly reminded of his new place. He was a tool, viewed as an object rather than a person. He was seen as a way of getting what they wanted, and they used that to their advantage. It was rare for him to be treated decently, some of them took pleasure in simply torturing him during his time in their service. He has seen and been through many things within his life, which have affected him in many different ways. Keeping him within the family, that is where his service resides as of today. He has long since shed his birth last name, in place of it simply taking the last name of Jinn, a teaser on the other name for his people being Djinn.


Extra
Despite being from the early eighteen hundreds, he is always very well up to date about the world around him and the current times. Even after so long, he still maintains an English accent.

Theme
Radioactive, Strut, Ex's and Oh's, Addictive
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