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Age: Ca. 2 million years
Gender: Male

Appearance: In his true form, he has translucent bluish-gray skin and black eyes, much like a ghost. However, he can take other forms to serve his mission. For example, he might look an awful lot like your childhood bully as he passes you on the street, triggering your least favorite memories.

Personality:He is the proverbial elephant that never forgets, thus his mind is heavy with all the human race has ever known or will know. This makes him withdrawn, strategic, and calculating. He is fixated with Apparata (see History), and thus his mood is primarily defined by the current status of their relationship.

Drive:Mainly his feelings about Apparata. He rarely has any feelings for or against any human specifically, seeing their minds merely as tools for his manipulation in his work with or against her.

Skills: Have you ever been going about your day, when suddenly your mind zips back to something or someone you'd rather forget? Or are you stuck in the past, those memories flooding your mind and keeping you from moving forward? Then you, my friend, have been exposed to Mr. Semper. Memento can drill into the human mind and bring out their worst memories, using whatever techniques he has at his disposal. He can directly influence the mind, inducing nightmares, depression, and mental illness. However, he can also use the very tools of his sometimes-partner Apparata to exert a more subtle influence. Facebook's "Memories" feature? Yeah, that was totally his idea.

History: Since the dawn of the human race, Memento and Apparata Profecta (The Machine of Progress) have been complicated lovers. Sometimes they work in tandem, building upon the memories of the past to create all the great inventions and cultures we know today. Other times, however, they quarrel, and Memento uses his powers to hinder human progress and spite her. After all, how can a great mind invent if they think only of the past? And how many wars could have been averted if men had been able to forget the wrongs done to them? Their dance is eternal, ever moving the human race one step forward and two steps back.

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Age: no specific age
Gender: no specific gender

Appearance: Suicide is someone's inner demon. They appear as an exact replica of the owner of their thoughts. They can be male or female, but they have an unusually high pitched voice that slides up and down the scale. Suicide comes across as a girl most of the time, despite the male figure.

Personality: Suicide is a grade A psychopath. They hate everyone and anyone, but uses that hate to give them energy. They thrive over people's losses and negative thoughts. They can manipulate people easily, making them join Suicide's cause to make them stronger.

Drive: To cause havoc and destruction.

Skills: Suicide has the ability to manipulate anyone into trusting them and then feeds off of their host's negativity.

History: Suicide actually used to be a strong, hopeful girl who was very happy. Her name in her mortal life was Hope. When she became exposed to the real world, however, poor Hope couldn't handle how everyone had a weakness. So, she killed herself in anger of people being weak and unable to face their problems. Instead of becoming whatever one might become when they die, Hope turned into a fragment of thought, giving herself a new name as Suicide. She then realized her power to shape shift and manipulate and then used those powers to feed off of people's emotions. 'She' became a 'they' and has spent thousand of years convincing people to join her by making them kill themselves.

Other: When you give into Suicide, you become the negative thought that made you choose Suicide. For example, Greed chose Suicide because he was too, well, greedy. Phobia gave in to her fears, Depression gave into their sadness, and so forth. The more people Suicide kills, the stronger they'd get. To beat this psychedelic thought, you must focus on what makes you happy. This will block out Suicide and make them leave you to find an easier victim. One more thing, Suicide isn't a physical form. They are a fragment of your mind, so throwing punches at them won't help. You just have to know better than to trust her.

Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance: Maddie is your stereotypical “pretty girl”. She has long, blonde waves and bright blue eyes. Her complexion is perfectly smooth with a healthy tan. Her teeth and smile are dazzling, her proportionate curves make her look tall and willowy. Underneath her clothes you may see some well hidden stretch marks, she has an alarmingly thin abdomen, with her ribs showing and her hip bones jutting out.

Personality: Maddie is the “mean” girl. She puts down other girls that aren’t as pretty as she is and outwardly, has no tolerance for anything that isn’t perfect and precise. Inwardly, Maddie rejects every ugly thing she sees because she compares it to herself. She is determined to not let anybody see her look weak. By putting down others, she has the upper hand and feels more in control.

Drive: Maddie strives for perfection, she ignores her ugliness on the inside by paying attention to her shallow beauty on the outside. She needs to feel strong, every minute Maddie goes hungry makes her feel in control.

Skills: She is good with words, with every word that comes out of her mouth, Maddie can make you question even your most solid beliefs. She knows how to persuade, how to manipulate, and rather than do this for good, she does it to put others down. She bends writers’ most important and beautiful tool into something twisted. Shooting comments like, “God’s only mistake” don’t kill you physically, they kill you mentally, emotionally. She is also a master of deception, you see only what she wants you to.

History: Maddie was once on the other side of the story. She was overweight and hated the way she looked, but she had a kind heart. She discovered that starving herself allowed her to take back her control. The more weight she lost, the more attention she got, the more she realized that others actually valued her opinions. This is how she figured out that by making everybody else smaller, she held all the cards.

Other: The perfect villain should be someone that has the ability to hurt everybody. Everybody has something they don’t like about themselves, something any person has that can be used against them no matter how confident they may be. Maddie can find this weakness and target it, She is the ultimate villain, the ultimate killer. She doesn’t kill physically, she kills you in every other aspect of your life.

Death is merciful compared to what Maddie can make you feel.

Age: 30
Gender: dragoness\female

Appearance: She has mountain snow white scales with ice blue wings and talons. Her tail ends in a whip thin point with four spikes similar to that of a stegosaurus’s tail. A dark blue scar can be seen rippling along her left wing and so her flying pattern is always a bit different to the rest of the Ice Talons. She has glittering sapphire blue eyes that are as deep and unreadable as the Arctic Ocean. She’s missing five of her head spikes from her frill and has three claw marks on the front of her snout.

Personality: She loves her sister and would protect her with her life. She’s also quite fond of a faithful soldier called Akull, who follows her on every mission. She’s afraid that one of these day’s he’s going to get killed. She’s not a forgiving soul and will kill any dragon’s that threaten the one’s she loves. She’s sworn enemies with the Wind Talons and won’t hesitate to kill every last one of them.

Drive: When she was only 10 years old there was a war between the Wind Talons and the Ice Talons and her Father, who was head general at the time was killed. Ever since then she decided she was going to become a soldier and avenge her Father’s death. Being Queen meant that she’d directed the battle for the palace, but Veartar wanted to be in the midst of the battle, so she handed the rule over to her sister.

Skills: She’s well trained in basic battle moves and is especially good at aerial attack. She’s one of only three Ice Talons in history to have learned how to shoot ice from their paws. She’s trained herself how to hover in mid-air and can fly as silently as an owl.

History: She is head of the Ice Talon army and is the Ice Kingdom’s most feared general. She’s the older sister of Shiler the Queen and should have been the Ice Kingdom’s next Queen, but she handed the responsibility to her sister. Over the years she’s clawed her way up to top rank in the army. She’s been in over 10 battles against the Wind Talons and has killed over a hundred dragons. In the last attack she stole the Wind Talons most prized possession; the Lightning Diamond.

Other: She’s a bit weak when it comes to defense in battle and it’s nearly cost her her life on several occasions. Her surname means knife in Japanese.

Age: 26


Gender: Male

Appearance: Feindryl is tall, with a well-toned body that radiates a sense of power and purpose. He stands proudly, like he knows exactly who he is and isn’t afraid to show it. He has olive skin bordering more on pale, his chest adorned with inky black patterns running from his abdomen up to his chest, each line representing the things he has done so far in his life. He has a square jawline and high, defined cheekbones, a long, elegant nose that extenuates his plump lips seemingly curled in a permanent sneer, and golden, slanting eyes that glow in the dark, striking fear into anyone’s heart. His ears are long and pointed, making his elven heritage blatantly obvious. The dark stubble lining his jawline and sharply arched black eyebrows add to the sinister look he so casually wears, giving him a dark, broody yet alluring appearance.

Personality: Feindryl is, put simply, a grade-a prick. He has no problem pointing out someone’s short comings, and less of a problem laughing at them. When responding to questions he goes for the answer that will make a person seem foolish, therefore giving him a more intellectual air, which just adds to the giant ego he sports in his mind. Feindryl works very hard to come across as snappy, nasty and angry, and has no quarrel being insulted because of this, taking each slanderous word in stride. When you get to know him, and he actually takes a liking to you, his mean demeanour just seems pathetic and childish simply because he never relents on it. With Feindryl there is no layer, no inner soft part. He’s shut himself off from the world of warm fuzzies, resigned to forever be a total a-hole.

Drive: Despite his personality, Feinidryl doesn’t live to make others suffer. His nastiness is, as to be expected, derived from his hurt. The one thing that keeps this elf going is the burning desire to see his little sister again.

Skills: Aside from his sharp tongue and quick wits, Feindryl’s skill range is fairly small. His eyes are trained to pick out the smallest movement and most camouflaged detail, his ears always strained to pick up the tiniest sound. His hands are rough, and his arms strong from years of practise with a bow. The skin on his feet is thick and almost rock hard from years of travelling over all kinds of terrain barefoot. Put simply the man can go just about anywhere, track anything, and shoot really well. Though not really classed as a skill, he can also humiliate anyone even when they’re in the right and he’s being the idiot.

History: Feindryl was born and raised in an elvish camp deep within a forest, far from any other form of civilisation. He had never come across a human before and spoke only one language. He was five years old when the greatest thing happened to him. When his little sister, Arowyn, was born, Feindryl strived harder to exceed in every challenge set out for him, his greatest passion for storytelling developing with his sister. Whenever Arowyn achieved something Feindryl was the first to congratulate her and helped her with her self-esteem. To say Arowyn was the luckiest elf was an understatement. When Feindryl hit his teen years, he started to change. His love for his sister didn’t diminish at all, there was nothing that could change his devotion to her. It was everything else. He grew less social, preferring to be by himself or with his sister. He spent less time out and about during the day, and grew fonder of the darkness, going out at night to explore. His actions started to concern the elders of the clan, and everyone could feel the tension growing, especially Arowyn. As every story goes, it was a fine, summer’s day when it happened, yadda yadda yadda. Feindryl’s mother sat him down and had a long chat with him, you know, the kind that leaves you wishing your parents would just ignore you and let you be your moody, weird teenage self. To make things worse, threat of a human war was imminent, putting the elf clan on edge. Leaving the clan was forbidden, and every elf deemed that an appropriate rule. Only to Feindryl, he saw it as some kind of challenge. When one of the elves confronted him one night he went out exploring, they both got into a heated discussion that escalated to a full-blown fight. Arowyn tried to intervene, but at the worst timing. The elf fighting Feindryl conjured a spell to send Feindryl someplace unreachable, but when he cast it, Arowyn leapt in the way to save her brother, thus taking the full hit of the spell, and disappearing. Not long after the events, Feindryl left his clan, heart broken and blaming them for what happened to his sister. He spent years searching for her, but he never could find any trace of her existence. He still clings to the hope that he will find her, slipping further and further into a bitter state.

Other: The man is completely hopeless when it comes to tact and romance, although he has no desire to fall in love. He also has never mentioned his sister to a single soul, so his entire quest is a mystery to anyone he meets.

Age: 23
Gender: Female

Appearance: Arlis is an imposing young woman, standing at a intimidating 6' 2" and her weight being composed of pure muscle. Short blonde hair is often left loose, or tied up in battle. Her striking green eyes have been said to almost glow in times of intense emotional distress.

Personality: Arlis is a confident but cautious warrior, using a combination of smarts and brawn in combat. Her mental acuity is a key element of both her fighting style and her day to day life. She has been called a woman of few words, usually only speaking when necessary, and even then, only to those she already somewhat knows.

Drive: Arlis has gone through stints as all manner of professional, and thus her motives have changed as well. Originally fueled by revenge and hatred, she traveled the land, hunting down and killing those that preyed upon those less fortunate, ultimately finding the murderers of her own family and taking her vengeance. She now works as a mercenary and all around adventurer, primarily driven by monetary gain, but still operating on a base of morals and ideals.

Skills: Arlis is a skilled fighter in just about any form of combat, excluding magic (she doesn't touch the stuff.) Having learned how to handle a sword from an early age, and moving on to such weapons as axes, bows and spears, among others, she honed herself into a fierce warrior.

History: Arlis was raised by her aunt and uncle after her mother died in childbirth, while her father vanished like smoke in the wind. Still she searches for him, to no avail. At the age of 9, her uncle began to instruct her in the art of swordplay, setting Arlis down a path that she still travels to this day. Years after beginning her instruction, the then 17 year old came home after a day out hunting to find her aunt and uncle dead, their home burning around their bloodied bodies. She mourned them, buried them, and set out with no other purpose but to end all wrongdoers she came across. At age 21, she finally caught up to her family's murderers, and gave them a swift end. She now works as a mercenary, only taking jobs that the pickiness her fame (or infamy) allows for, while staying in line with her ideals.

Other: Arlis has a deep set need to help those that are less well off than she, and this has led to more than one occasion of others taking advantage of her. She has been told by her few friends that she can be too trusting. Despite this, she will always be more willing to take the risk than allow someone to continue suffering.

Age: ~1000

Gender: Male

Appearance: Skeletal specter. Looks like a hunched skeleton with ragged robes. He appears silvery-grey and translucent. Some say he has silver fire that burns in his head, flashing out of his eye-sockets and mouth.

Personality: Psychopath. Acts on vengeance and bloodthirst alone.

Drive: To find and destroy the descendants of those who locked him away.

Skills: Induces: hallucinations, psychosis, manic anxiety, depression, paranoia and fear. Encourages suicide, homicide or genocide.

History: Was a priest as a young man a millennia ago. He questioned the faith of the time and started to pursue alternative views to see how they held up. He was exiled from his faith and was outcast to find his own way in the world. He felt as though the Gods themselves had turned against him. It was here that he discovered the Lords of the Underworld. They gave him the gift of knowledge which he was to take back to his society. When he returned he was put on trial and exorcised, his soul bound to a blood crystal.

Other: This evil spirit will not rest until he has eradicated the bloodlines of the 6 priests who sealed him away all those centuries ago, and any who have befallen upon his bloodstone prison. A silent killer that seems to be unstoppable… but maybe there’s a hero with the determination and vigor to protect the doomed.

Age: 29
Gender: Male

Appearance: A tall and broad shouldered young man with muscular arms and the slightly hunched posture of a fighter. For those who know how to spot danger, Jair is a terrifying sight but for the likes of us who are less skilled, he appears to be strong but charming, powerful but benevolent. Jair’s hair is white blonde and long on top but short at the sides. He wears it swept backwards like a crashing wave and he keeps it so well maintained that his black eyebrows are the only evidence that it’s not natural. His eyes are an aqua blue and as changeable as the oceans they resemble.

Jair wears steel capped boots and chainmail armour over the traditional white robes of house Lightbringer. The robes are knee length and split at the bottom to make fighting easier. Around the city, he wears his cloak with the sunburst emblem of his house and carries a jewelled sword on his hip. In battle he disposes of the cloak and carries a shield instead. Jair does not wear a helmet.

Personality: Jair is an extraverted person and well known to everyone in the city as a cheerful and optimistic man. There is no fight he will turn away from, no ‘evil’ he will not face head on and he enjoys the admiration of the people. Sometimes he comes across as boastful or over proud and yet he has not failed in any of his claims so perhaps it is only that his prowess and reputation are too great for some people to believe. They would be right to not believe him.

Behind the public figure is a very different man. Jair is desperate to be loved and to be powerful and to live up to the legacy of the Lightbringer house. Within his own household he is scornful and demanding, he does not expect to be argued with or denied and he remembers every slight ever cast upon him.

Jair has respect only for those who are his equal in both strength and cunning and since he has not yet met such a man, he only feigns respect for the lords of other houses.

Drive: The need to prove himself, the love of power and admiration and the fear for the security of his family. These are all covered further in the history section.

Skills: Jair is adept with both muscles and brains: he uses his quick thinking to create and find enemies for his royal guard to defeat and to convince he who breathes in darkness that their current setup benefits them both. He then uses his skills with the sword to run his enemies through, though any within his own kingdom who should slight him are of course felled by the other side at his command. He is a smart fighter, often using his wit and agility to out manoeuvre his foes before falling back on his strength. He is not a brute by nature and it is these skills which make him a terrifying man. Jair is also a charismatic and charming leader and in a hugely powerful position.

History: There has long been a prophecy that ‘the Lightbringer’ will expel darkness from the kingdom and bring a final end to he who breathes darkness and so over time the Lightbringer house rose to power and for many generations they have commanded the royal guard and led the kingdom in battle against many threats. Sometimes they have come up against he who breathes darkness and pushed him back into the outer regions of the realm where his dark work continues and his army builds. Jair grew up with this knowledge and the belief that he would be that Lightbringer, the one to finally vanquish the darkness. Jair had a far older brother who was more content to enjoy the prestige of the family name without doing much to deserve it. He often teased the young Jair about not being old enough or wise enough to be told the secret of house Lightbringer, the key to their legacy. Jair believed this secret was information on how to defeat he who breathes darkness and he trained both his muscles and his brain long and hard and beseeched their father to tell the secret to him, to entrust their legacy in his hands.

Eventually Jair’s father did tell the boy for he could see there would be no peace between them until he did. He told the boy that the secret of their house was that in order for there to be light, there must first be darkness. He told the young Jair of their ally, he who breathes in darkness, and of their great work bringing fearsome but defeatable forces into conflict with the kingdom. This was the legacy of the Lightbringer house.

At first Jair was furious but he was too proud and too afraid of what might happen to reveal his house’s secret. He realised the only way to be that Lightbringer, the one of the prophecy, would be to bring down his own house, his own family. Jair could not do that. Another fear came then for Jair truly did believe the prophecy: if not him, then who would bring this end to his world? Who threatened his house? Who was the real Lightbringer?

Jair resolved to defend his house’s legacy no matter what and he came to find that he enjoyed the tangle of lies and deceit which made up the Lightbringer legacy. Jair became very skilled in forming alliances with the less savoury inhabitants of this world and sometimes their fights would be false and his victories only an illusion but other times he would double cross and outwit the scum and lead a true charge against them, glorifying in wiping out his foolish allies.

Jair knows now that he is not a hero of legend but he still sees himself as a defender. He keeps the inhabitants of the kingdom safe and sees no reason why he should care for those in the kingdoms beyond or in its outer regions. Those people he happily gives to he who breathes in darkness so long as he can be seen to be the great and glorious defender of the kingdom of Irridium; the sword in the darkness.

Other: Jair will one day meet the true Lightbringer and his jealousy will so consume him that he will fall further and further into the darkness. The restraint he shows now toward Irridium and its people will fall when he is faced with the destruction of his legacy and a glimpse of the self-belief and righteousness which he sometimes still believes should have been his. He will teach this Lightbringer of their own foolishness and naivety. It is unfortunate but darkness cannot be eradicated from any world for in order for there to be light, there must first be darkness.

Jair is the Phoenix, reborn into this true knowledge and burning brighter than ever before.

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Blonde hair that reaches her shoulders. Calming blue eyes and dried lips. A white lab coat over a purple turtleneck and blue jeans. Small brown loafers (because they are cozy to walk in). The look she sports is to make people think she's in the innocent one. The nerdy ones are always thought as the quiet ones, the ones who don't do anything. That kind of thing. There is a small beauty mark to the left of her eyes and a small scar from when her dog bit her, on her pinky finger.

Personality: Though she seems ugly within, her attitude towards things in adaptable. Expanding her researches to new poisons and elements for drugging people.

Drive: As a child, Madeline was bullied for being weird and different. As she was growing up, her lust for making people pay grew stronger.

Skills: A chemistry background + her crazy obsession with drugging people = a can do attitude towards what she loves.

History: In the beginning, Madeline loved science. In her spare time, she would create assortment of experiments to prove anything that came to her mind. Her experiments ranged from setting stuff alight or cutting frogs open. All of it was fascinating to the little nine year old, whose parents were both a bit concerned about their daughter's future. As she was growing up, Madeline became to love the idea of study "mad science" or chemistry. The elements that were on the periodic table seemed almost like a ingredients to something crazy. Her classmates would often whisper behind her back about how "creepily focused" she was when mixing two dangerous elements. Some even swore they heard Madeline whisper "destruction is near". Though, they often assume she was kidding and passed it off.

It was around the time she had graduated high school, her parents noticed strange smells and even stranger noises coming from their daughter's room. Noises like low laughter, snapping and bubbling, and during the late night hours there was a smell similar to that of rotten eggs drifting in and out of her room. When Madeline had finally left to go to college, her parents discovered that during her time at home, she was creating madness within her tiny bedroom. Broken test tubes lay on her floor and cloth dipped in purple liquid were what her parents found. They moved out the next day, afraid that their once innocent daughter might've made.

(note: Madeline wasn't aware of this.)

When she was in college, Madeline had automatic access to anything relating to science. She enjoyed spending long times in the chemistry lab, whipping up different (and dangerous) liquids and solids. A thought had come to mind about pranking all the bullies and it made her crackle. It was a perfect idea but what it lacked was the equipment. If she had asked the school for some new things, they would've laughed and turned a blind eye towards the in-training mad scientist.

When it was Prom weekend at her college, Madeline had decided to go forth with the "idea" and tried to work with the what she could. She decided to go by herself and leave the building when the "idea" was in motion then leaving the college, in hopes of not being found out. It was merely a get caught or die trying sorta thing.
When it was time for the party, Madeline carried a tube of chloroform that had stole from the chemistry cabinet and walked into the party with a smile.

(note: the chloroform was her last and most possible idea).

When everyone was getting into the grove, she slowly started to pour the chloroform into the fruit punch bowl. Madeline felt tingling her back as she did this, like some form of relief or distressing happening.
Leaving the party, Madeline hightailed back to her dorm, grabbing her stuff, and left. No one had heard from her since.

Other: It was last heard that Madeline was known as the Drugging Bandit at the party, but the name faded away. It did, though, increase party security.

Age: 30 years and 4 months
Gender: Female

Appearance: Vanessa a slim, fit woman and is quite beautiful. She stands at 6.2 ft and her whole body is well-muscled. Her hair is a thick, light blond with a slight wave to it. Her eyes are deep, dark brown and they truly show her personality. They are cold, reserved, and tend not to show any emotion ever since she was 23. Vanessa has a few freckles across her nose which make her look kinder than she truly is. Her race is white but she is semi-tan because of how much time she spends in her backyard, where her operation is. As for distinguishing marks, Vanessa has two large scars on her back and arm from when a dog attacked her and her child.

Personality: Cruel, heartbroken, and filled with hatred, Vanessa is quite a woman. During her childhood she was quite a kind and wonderful child, bold yet respectful when needed. Cheerful yet sassy when she wanted to be. It was only after the death of her child, that Vanessa turned into the monster she is now. It was the day that her child died that she turned truly evil, some could even say into a monster. After her child had been mauled to death by a savage dog, she was heartbroken and full of hatred towards dogs. Let me rephrases that: she still is heartbroken and still has extreme hatred towards dogs. She believes that dogs are cruel and her goal is to kill as many dogs as she can before her life is over, just as one of their kind killed her child. Vanessa is not kind or respectful anymore, and if anything, she is quite the opposite. Her feelings towards dogs are of pure hatred and they have been that way for years. Vanessa now has no good side and she has been pulled so far under her hatred and vengeance that she couldn't really come out of her mind set if she tried. The regular person would describe Vanessa as cold, aggressive, reserved and forcing. They don't know that's he kills dogs but they do know that she is in a horrible state and a few might even try to help her, but she refuses any offers given. Vanessa is truly a cold soul and is truly focused on avenging her dead child.

Drive: As stated a few times before, Vanessa had a child. A beautiful girl to be exact. This child was the love of her life and she was determined to be the best mother she could for her little girl. Even so, when her little infant had been brought home, Vanessa had laid her in a low cradle outside. She then stepped inside quickly to retrieve her book when she heard the baby scream and cry in agony. At the sound, Vanessa bolted for the backyard and found a large, gruesome looking dog shaking the baby around in its mouth, spit and saliva flew from it's mouth and the child cried in agony. Vanessa flew at the dog slapping it and hitting it as hard as she could on its muzzle but that made the dog bite down harder. The baby cried and bled, it's tender bones showing through the soft flesh. Vanessa fought like a lion to save her baby but the large dog was quicker and it clamped its jaws into the child's neck, killing her with a bite. It then flew at Vanessa, tackling her and flaming onto her back, then her arm. By now, a neighbor had heard the commotion and came running, pulling the dog away and hitting it until it ran, crying.
This is Vanessa's drive to kill of dogs. She hates them and if ever she sees a dog, she sees the image of her dead baby girl, lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood.

Skills: Vanessa excels in guns, knives, and she is quite smart.

History: Vanessa was born in a large town but once she was in school, she quickly outshone everyone for the most beautiful. She never got a big head about herself and was always kind but bold, with a sassy personality. When she was 19 she got married to a man named David Abutens but their marriage was not a happy one and when David found that Vanessa was pregnant, he left her, unwilling to be a father. Vanessa had her child within the year and after that, she was the happiest she had ever been. She lived alone in a shady neighborhood because she couldn't afford better. Once her little girl was killed, something changed with Vanessa. She wasn't the person she had been. She became a monster. All of Vanessa's friends left her and she moved far out of the town, ending up nestled in a forest. She made large cages in her backyard and would adopt any dog in the shelter, only to kill it or breed it to sell the puppies.

Other: Vanessa once had a man come to her and he almost convinced her to give up her venomous personality but she just couldn't do it.


Note: I would just like to add that I didn't choose this because I thought it would be a cool story. I actually think this is very, very sad and horrible. But I chose this situation because (take away the child dying) this is a true, every day villain and people like this exist all over the world. I am huge on promoting animal welfare so I felt this villain was perfect for me.

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Appearance: He has brown eyes, ginger hair (few grey), and a jagged scar stretching from the corner of his eyes to his hairline. He has a beauty spot on the tip of his nose, whip marks on his body, and he's tall but has built fat. He keeps a stubble.

Personality: He's highly overprotective of the rebel group he leads. He's always on alert, and a reserved person.

Drive: Justice/Revenge

Skills: He's skilled in combat as he trained to be a warrior. He's also a good leader.

History: He's a wolf shifter. He grew up in a pack led by Scott, a cruel alpha who always belittled and tortured his pack members. Neil has seen the result of his abuse, Scott's wife being the main sufferer. After Neil's married, Scott discovers he's expecting a child and that it's a girl. Furious, Scott tries to kill his wife but Neil comes in between. He and his wife save Scott's wife, and help her run away. When Scott finds out the truth, he's beyond mad. He locks up Neil and punishes him severely, and also sexually assaults his wife. As a result, she commits suicide. Neil escapes from the prison and joins a rebel group that believes against having packs. Their first target is Scott but they need a lot of planning and training. He assasinates many alphas over the years to build his ruthless reputation and the fear among the packs until, finally, the leadership is passed to him. He still has nightmares about his past.

Other: He struggles to understand and, then, hide his growing feelings for a woman thirteen years younger than him (the ex-leader's daughter). She's a little silly/childish for her age and constantly woos him despite his rejection. He feels he'd betray his wife if he ever accepts this woman but he cares for her a lot because she's always supported him (and is a great friend).

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance: Mexican: Tan skin, black hair to her waist, green eyes. She is tall and thin, noticeable especially in her face, where her defined cheekbones press against her skin. She walks with her head down and her shoulders hunched, and wears dark colors and always high heels.

Personality: She is depressed and angry. She believes everyone is out to get her, and thinks the worst of humanity. She is anorexic and lacks energy and motivation. Her temper is unimaginably short and she is extremely vengeful, even against crimes or insults which may or may not be a project of her imagination.

Drive: She lives in a perpetual state of misery and believes it is unfair for anyone to feel differently. Though she would never openly admit it, her biggest goal in life is to spread the darkness and misery that live inside her.

Skills: She is an excellent debater and knows how to convince almost anyone of anything. She also reads people extremely well and knows exactly how to find their weaknesses and push their buttons. She is manipulative and unforgettable.

History: Katia grew up in a small town in southern Mexico. As a ten year old her dad left the family to find work in the United States, leaving Katia, her mom, and four younger siblings. A series of tragic accidents and illnesses struck the family, so that by the time Katia was fifteen only she and her mother were left alive. Her mother became practically catatonic from grief and was eventually hospitalized. Unable to pay the hospital bills or take care of her mother, Katia followed her father to Texas to try and start over. She found him with a new wife and two kids and his dream job. He was ecstatic to see her and excited about his life and overall incredibly optimistic. Katia hated him for his happiness and his reluctance to admit to the family he had abandoned to death. However, he invited Katia to stay with his new family and adapt to an American life. He did not realize she would quickly begin her self appointed task to destroy any traces of joy that surrounded her.

Other: The only students who escape Katia's torments are two brothers, Juan and Mario, sons of illegal immigrants. They work part time on farms in the area and managed to talk Katia into letting them step in as her "henchmen." They follow her around when they're at school and think she likes them because they were also born in Mexico. In reality, she hates them even more than the others because her initial attempts to get under their skin didn't work, so she's keeping them close while she waits for a moment to break them.

Age: 32
Gender: Male

Appearance: He has long light brown hair as well with his beard. Kevin wears big glasses that he only wears for cosmatic/fashion reasons, actually having very good eyesight. Kevin also wears a lot of band shirts like "Nine Inch Nails" and "Korn". Over this he wears a light brown jacket but always leaves it unzipped.

Personality: Often the character feels as if his opinion is better than others', specifically on the internet. He will talk trash about things--specifically others' music but doesn't like when people get on his own music. He doesn't do this in real life since he has no confidence there.

Drive: His drive is to make everyone's opinion his own but he doesn't know this doesn't work. Rather, he makes people angry with him pushing his opinions onto other people. Kevin is a Thought Zombie. He died and came back to life, his mind is barely there but he doesn't know that he died or that he came back to life.

Skills: Becoming a Thought Zombie after dying made his drive to make everyone the same a lot stronger. His "bite" is when he turns someone else into a Thought Zombie themselves. When he does this they begin to multiply and spread. Kevin is not a well known person so it is harder for him to succeed in his control.


History: Before he died and became a Thought Zombie he listened to a lot of the band shirts that he wears. Kevin was bitten by a Thought Zombie himself, died, and came back to life. This makes his new motive to spread his opinion, but it is also to reverse himself even though it only makes the infection worse.

Other: The Thought Zombies take over in a small thought of the brain until it becomes bigger. Some notable people who end up becoming Thought Zombies with large hordes are politicians, actors/actresses, celebrities, and anyone exposed to the public in that way where they can develop it. They die in their sleep and wake up the same. These people are able to manipulate peoples' thoughts in masses while there are some smaller ones like this.