Through war and triumph (Vada Owens) rises, at (38) years old, serving as (midwife) residing in (King’s Hill). They are a (witch) that resembles (Rachael Leigh Cook). Upon meeting them, they are (nurturing) and (independent). Don’t be fooled, they can be (emotional) and (pessimistic).
☆ Name Information ☆
Full Name: Vada Jean Owens
Pronunciation of their name(first, middle/middle names and last): Vay-Duh
Faceclaim: Rachael Leigh Cook
☆ Personal Information ☆
Sex: Female
Race/species: Witch
Age(and how old they look): 38
Orientation/Sexual preference: Bisexual
☆ Appearance ☆
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 105 lbs
Eye color(s): Brown
Body build(slim, muscular, etc.): Slim
Hair color(s): Brown
Hair length: Shoulder Length
Complexion: Fair
Scars: 3 prominent slashes across her chest
Piercings(what they are and where): both ears
☆ Current... ☆
Alignment(good, evil, etc.): Good
Marital status(Single, married, dating, etc.): Dating
Occupation: Midwife
☆ Optional ☆
Abilities(As in powers): Channeling, Spell Casting, Potion Brewing, Aura Reading, Divination, Cartomancy, Palmistry, Rune Reading, Water Manipulation, (currently developing) Telekinesis, and (later) Clairvoyance
Special skills(Not meaning powers): Gardening and Plant Tending, Midwife and Doula Practices
Hobbies: Gardening
☆ Biography ☆
TW: Cult, Physical Abuse, Weapons and Sexual Abuse
Vada grew up in the foster care system. She never had a set family or was adopted but she hoped for it everyday, until her moving around became more frequent. Vada began noticing things about herself as she grew and soon discovered her magic and what she was capable of. With people she considered friends to guide her, Vada set off on a journey in her teenage years to find out just exactly what she was capable of and how useful it would be.
When she was eighteen, she joined a coven and became one of it’s most promising followers. Little did she realize it was more than just a coven. The leader was a controlling man and manipulative as they could come. Vada and so many others fell for it. With the occasional freedoms they were granted, Vada met Alden Michaels. A man she didn’t expect to make such a difference in her life but when he did, he did.
Alden was one source that got Vada looking at what she was into differently, and they definitely didn’t appreciate it.
She never expected to be dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by a group of the followers. Vada was carried into a chamber and tied to a table left alone to whatever happened, at least she thought she was alone. She could feel the eyes watching her though, it felt like hundreds, maybe even thousands that just stood there as their leader punished her for what she had been doing away from the coven. After sexually assaulting her and freeing her from the restraints to gather herself and give her some sense of it all being over, she was pulled back down and three slashes were placed diagonal across her chest.
Vada didn’t attempt to remember it though when she woke up in a hospital bed and only Alden to call. Everything she had was left there, unable to go back and get it for fear of what else might happen.
The family she thought she had found turned on her but luckily she found new people to trust. Marmie took Vada under her wing and apprenticed her through midwifery, giving her a stable means of leaving. Alden, who eventually became the father of her daughter, Remi. Vada was enjoying life once more and had even mastered some of her gifts and began working on others. Teaching Remi about them as she grew up. Now living with Alden in the realm of King’s Hill and their two daughters, Remi and Maisie, life is finally looking up for the moment.
☆ Connections ☆
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Antonia (adoptive sister)
Mate: TBD
Children: Remi (5, NPC), Maisie (3 months, NPC)
Other: Alden (Father of Remi and Maisie and Vada’s Boyfriend)
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Through war and triumph (Evren Can) rises, at age (173) years old, serving as (Royal Advisor) residing in (Haven Realm). They are a (guardian nymph) that resembles (Melisa Pamuk). Upon meeting them, they are (soft-hearted) and (sensible). Don’t let that fool you, they can be (intense) and (mischievous).
GENERAL INFO
Name: Evren Isadora Can (Pronounced: Evren - Ey v raen; Pronounced: Can - Jan, John, Definition: Spirit, Life, Soul or Heart)
Nicknames/Alias: Isadora (to this day, the mispronunciation of Evren is common and as a child, Evren grew tired (see annoyed) of being asked its meaning and proper pronunciation)
Face Claim: Melisa Asli Pamuk
Age: 173 / appears 31
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Guardian Nymph
Rank: Royal Advisor at Haven Realm (less than 50 years ago), Owner of The Sweet Spot (bakery in Haven Realm), Former Senior Valkyrie of the Divine Forest
PERSONALITY
Isadora is quiet and thoughtful. Growing up, the guardian’s head was usually stuck in a book or learning more about those around her. There’s a small part of her, however slight, that tends to fall easily for others as the guardian nymph is more prone to wearing her heart on her sleeve. Quite the contradiction, as when she was a Valkryie, Isadora thoroughly enjoyed fighting/battles/etc. But she didn’t always. Back then, during her Valkyrie days, she enjoyed getting into mischief, if only for a short while.
Though, to be clear, now as a royal advisor, after fair warning(s), she does end things. Although she needs to far less than she did as a Valkryie. Isadora finds that her words carry more weight, specifically those of a realm, now than they used to. As a result, she chooses her words carefully. She has to as there’s the peace Haven Realm to maintain.
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents: Kerem Can (father - alive, guardian nymph; lieutenant general for emergent forces of the divine realm), Lalam Can (mother - alive, half-faerie; business owner in the divine realm)
Siblings/Family: Ruslan Can (fraternal twin - dead, half-faerie); maternal cousins (turkish ethnicity - partial or full) or paternal cousins (turkish ethnicity - partial or full); has extended family too (paternal and maternal side).
Relationship Status: Single
Exes: Wren Hartwell-Petrova, Viggo Hale (ex-fiance), Open
Current Partner: Open
True Mate: Open
Current Allies: TBA
Current Enemies: TBA
Wanted Connections: Link
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Distinguishing Marks/Fun Facts: Scars from battle; Is a talented swords-woman, skilled strategist and baker, founder/owner of a bakery in Haven Realm (named The Sweet Spot); Is multilingual: english, turkish, french
BIOGRAPHY
tw: death (of a sibling/twin), violence/warfare
Evren Isadora Can knew not a world of isolation nor what it was like to be alone. Since her first day in existence, Isadora came as a set. A twin. The children of Kerem and Lalam Can, Evren and Ruslan arrived in Lume Noua together. The pair, at first glance, were quite different than another. Isadora was reserved and clever but Ruslan was personable and rambunctious. She was a guardian nymph like their father, Kerem. Ruslan was a half-faerie like their mother, Lalam. Yet the twins were thick as thieves and for Isadora, outside of their parents, Ruslan was a constant. Despite being different species, her brother’s presence made Isadora feel less alone. Especially when Kerem was off, stationed in other realms, as he was a Lieutenant General in the Divine Forest’s Emergent Forces.
Lalam had a mind for business and in between their required education, the twins were usually found there, growing up. It was encountering of different species as a child either at Lalam’s shop or back in Southland when visiting her mother’s family there, along with the stories that Kerem would share upon his return home, that quickly caused Isadora to understand that there was much more to the world than the life she knew inside of the Divine Forest. Which, the guardian nymph learned, was rather interesting as the realm was notoriously welcoming to others. As a young adult, unlike Ruslan, Isadora was unsure of how to begin her life. Of the things she wanted and how to obtain them. One thing that Isadora was aware of - was her innate curiosity about others. Of learning more about them and their lives. A familial joke, especially between her parents, was that Ruslan was a boiling pot - instantly noticed as he gathered one’s attention quickly as you rushed over. And how, in comparison, Evren simmered. That while she may take her time, the end result caused the thought of her to linger, like a sweet aroma, still inside the room long after she left. ...It was an interesting comparison and honestly, Isadora feared the rationale behind the comment and purposely didn’t ask why. She simply took it in stride.
Thus while Ruslan joined the emergent forces, following in Kerem’s footsteps, Isadora remained behind in the Divine Forest. She took to helping Lalam in her shop, still figuring out her rhythm, when she met someone. A mortal with a beautiful smile and a keen mind. The romance was short, as most are with visitors to the realm. But near the end, an invitation to join them, back in their home realm of Eastland, was extended. It wasn’t the first time that Isadora had been offered to return with a lover back to their home. It was, however, the first time she genuinely mulled it over. She accepted. Life was interesting and different in Eastland. The mortal wasn’t her mate - that much she knew - but it didn’t matter. As she’d not felt that way, for that long, for another until them. A part of the guardian nymph assumed that perhaps her life would mirror that of her mother’s - that Isadora would find something akin to a true home with one who’s realm differed from hers. If so, Isadora found that she would whole-heartedly accept such a fate. Until she received unexpected, life-shattering news. Ruslan had died. The half-faerie had somehow, unknowingly either used more of his photokinesis magic and grown mortal unaware, or that he’d been wounded mortally and was unable to heal himself nor be healed by a fellow guard in time. Isadora Can had encountered a truth that she fought vehemently to accept - that she must continue to live in a world wherein her twin no longer remained. She’d not known, nor imagined, such an existence. Wherever one was, the other would follow. It was how things were. It was what Isadora knew. The happiness and existence in Eastland that Isadora had known slipped from her grasped that day. The guardian nymph, grieving and broken hearted, returned home to the Divine Forest.
A deep rooted and nearly inexplicable hurt raged within Isadora. Actual storms wrapped around the guardian nymph, creation bent with ease - malleable - to her very whims as Isadora struggled to control her emotions. Nymphs, by their very nature, were deeply emotional beings. Yet the restraint Isadora believed that she had over emotions failed her, it seemed, during that time. In exchange for Ruslan’s familiar presence, the twin was given a pain that that she’d not known before. One that grew to anger as she attempted to make sense of her new reality. It was actually Kerem’s advice that steered Isadora onto a new path. An expected one for her species but not one for her specifically. Kerem suggested that Isadora join the Valkyries. He shared with Isadora that not only would she receive more in-depth and specialized training on how to better control of her abilities and emotions but perhaps Isadora would find a new place for herself among them.
Which, eventually, she did. Years before, back when Ruslan joined the Emergent Forces, Isadora decided that a military life wasn’t for her. That maybe she didn’t have to follow her twin. Do what he did. But as a Valkyrie, Isadora gained another family and a sense of purpose. Something she knew that her father, in his own way, was trying to steer her towards. So as that grief didn’t strip him and Cassia of their only remaining child. The studious guardian was good. She had, after all, watched Kerem growing up. He’d trained the twins in a few things. Swords were a favorite of Isadora back then. It was to little surprise, to her at least, that she still favored them as a Valkyrie. A quiet part of Isadora felt as though when she held her sword that she could almost hear the childlike giggles that she and Ruslan would inevitably burst into when playing with toy ones as children. In an odd twist, using them as a Valkyrie made Isadora feel much closer to her brother.
Isadora’s sharp mind for strategy was put to good use. Especially when it came to cleverly using her abilities on the battle field. From providing sufficient cover for her fellow Valkyries to manipulating the environment around opposing troops to disrupt focus and cause confusion among them, Isadora did what was needed. Quietly, a part of her delighted in it. The breaking of bodies and ending lives. If only in self-defense’s namesake. She was as ruthless against opponents as she was devising tactics to help as many Valkyries return home to their loved ones. Unlike Ruslan. It was that part of Isadora that had the knight believe that the ends justified the means of the absolute viciousness that her adversaries faced. It was that part of Isadora that allowed for the knight to become Senior Valkyrie. Or the second in command of the knights and the second highest authority inside the Valkyries after Svala Hansen.
Yet that anger, that pain, wasn’t sustainable. Senior Valkyrie or not, Isadora grew disenchanted with the ease in how she took life from others. The quiet, demented joy it gave her in doing so. The guardian nymph grew tired of herself. More honestly still, Isadora began to wonder if it was the wrong twin who was left to live. The Senior Valkyrie abruptly quit. Isadora did love her newfound family but... the longer she stayed, the more she felt that she would become a danger to them. A feeling that she was starting to associate with herself as well. Unsure of how to proceed, and at what seemed like an internal crossroads, Isadora traveled again. She visited family in Southland and remained among them for a while. Life wasn’t easier there. But it was less violent. Which was nice.
Eventually, the guardian nymph went to Haven Realm. The lack of violence at all was perfect for Isadora. The myriad of different species reminded Isadora of home and, following in Lalam’s steps, she opened a business. A small bakery nearby a popular shopping district. One day, an unexpected row occurred between patrons and Isadora skillfully resolved it. Not even the constable or a deputy was called. Over the next few weeks, persons who were present on that day, returned. Not just for the delicious goods but purposely inquiring of Isadora’s advice on certain matters. The guardian’s reputation inside of Haven grew until it preceded her entirely. Until the most recent, newly appointed monarch of the realm appeared in her bakery. The news of Isadora’s supposed wisdom, especially from a guardian nymph at that, made them curious. After a series of talks and hypothetical scenarios, a job offer was extended. To be their royal advisor.
Unlike during her time as a Valkyrie, Isadora wasn’t in a rush for a sense of identity. But after weighing the pros and cons, she accepted. That was nearly fifty years ago. Isadora still owned her bakery. Hell, she even visited it. But life as a royal advisor kept her busy enough. It allowed for her mind to never grow bored. And, depending on the realm upon visiting, her very existence and understood skill as a former Valkyrie gained her the respect of those whom leaned to favor military tactics and brutal force over diplomatic peace talks. Although Haven never participated in the warfare. They weren’t to be swayed or inclined, one way or another, into anything that could be detrimental to their realm. A truth that kept Isadora rooted in the importance and seriousness of her role. The guardian nymph would do her best to keep Safe Haven the utopia that was and Isadora strove to never offer the realm’s monarch with ill-counsel. The very peace of their home depended on it.
Through war and triumph (Brayden Barlow) rises, at (400) years old, serving as (Minor Lord/Brothel Owner) residing in (Northland Realm). They are a (Vampire) that resembles (Pedro Pascal). Upon meeting them, they are (intelligent) and (charismatic). Don’t be fooled, they can be (dramatic) and (cocky).
Occupation: Minor lord to the Northland Realm /Brothel owner
Theme Song: Emperor’s New Clothes by Panic! At the Disco
Connections:
Kat Moore: Brayden’s top escort, and his favorite. Brayden trusts her with his business and some of his secrets. She is probably the only person Brayden actually loves (even though he doesn’t really understand that.)
Frenemies with Benefits ( wanted connection) - Everyone needs someone they can fight with and then fuck. These two are constantly butting heads, there is no love in this relationship at all.
His Progeny (Wanted connection)- When Brayden reached 300 he realized that he would need a progeny, to help him with his business.
More about Brayden:
Brayden has been out of control for most of his life. He is the youngest of five boys and learned from a young age he had to do whatever he could to get attention from his parents. Eventually he grew jealous of his brothers and vowed to come up with a way for him to become the sole inheritor of his family’s estate.
Brayden begged his sire to make him a vampire to make him powerful enough to kill his brothers and his parents. He promised his sire that his family estate would belong to her. But in the end he turned on her and killed her as well.
Brayden is the owner of the Midnight Manor, a brothel that serves to the needs of the residents of Northland Realm and it’s visitors. Anything you desire can be found inside. From Faries for vampires to feast on, to their darkest kinks fulfilled.
While Brayden doesn’t care about much. He will take care of anyone who works for him including the ones in the brothel. If anyone hurt one of his employees they would be killed right away.
Brayden lives for chaos and loves a good fight. As long as he is taken care of, he doesn’t care about what happens to anyone around him.
Through war and triumph (Talia O'Connell) rises, at (34) years old, serving as (a Countess) residing in (Northland). They are (a werewolf) that resembles (Nicola Coughlan). Upon meeting them, they are (wholehearted) and (extroverted). Don’t be fooled, they can be (nihilistic) and (retaliatory).
GENERAL INFO
Name: Talia O'Connell
Nicknames/Alias: None
Face Claim: Nicola Coughlan
Birthdate: July 21st
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Age: 34 / appears 32
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Werewolf
Abilities/Powers: General Werewolf Abilities
Occupation/Realm: Countess for Northland Heights (hybrid side)
PERSONALITY
Talia is extroverted. She's quite a social butterfly and due to her nature of finding others interesting, it's not hard for her to make friends.
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents: Jon O'Connell (father - human; alive), Chiara Kelly (mother - werewolf; alive)
Family/Siblings: Full siblings open, Half siblings open
Relationship Status: Single, Recently Widowed
Spouse: Open
Exes: Open
Current Partner: Open
True Mate: Open
Current Allies: TBD
Current Enemies: TBD
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue
Distinguishing Marks/Fun Facts: none.
BIOGRAPHY
tw: murder/possible political assassination
Life among the nobility was never a reality that Talia O'Connell considered. Born to a mated pair of a human and a werewolf, her mother, Chiara, willingly left her home, pack, and ancestral realm of Eastland. And instead lived as a lone wolf where Talia was raised in Kings Hill. The species of her mother and her maternal ancestry weren't a secret to Talia and the young woman wasn't surprised when she first shifted herself. A choice was placed before Talia - move to Eastland where the other side of her family were and join the pack or to be a lone wolf like her mother. Talia learned from Chiara the hard truth of her mother's decision, long before she was born. That whenever a wolf left the pack back home, the chances were great that the wolf's departure was not on pleasant terms. A harsh separation was had by all - the wolf that left, the pack and all family that remained behind in Eastland. While it was a difficult choice for Chiara, she didn't want Talia to repeat her decisions. Not if she had to.
But Talia loved her life in Kings Hill. The teenager enjoyed school, especially the social part, she didn't want to leave her friends. Or the family that she had in Kings Hill. While the realm was "for the humans", to Talia, it was home. The realm, for all intents and purposes held an important place in her heart. Thus, to Chiara's surprise, Talia joined her mother as a lone wolf. A decision that still rankles the fur of some of her maternal family members back in Eastland. Yet, it was her decision to make. Chiara did her best and while life as a lone wolf was, at its core, lonely - it was what Talia knew. But her friends made up for it - in their own way. Sure, they weren't werewolves and they didn't share a hive-mind like a pack, but they were the closest thing Talia had to one.
After graduating secondary school, Talia attended Kings College. Aptly named after the realm in which it resided. In her junior year, Talia participated in the inter-realm, collegial transfer program and she attended Universite Des Chute Nord in Northland Heights. Talia loved the experience. And while she missed her family and best friends back in Kings Hill, Talia fell in love with the realm. Literally. She crossed paths with a fellow student and hybrid, Cedric Ogden, and while Talia experienced love before, those previous relationship paled in comparison. Greatly. The lone wolf went to Northland for a possible adventure during her junior year as a transfer student and walked right into her mate. Upon belated reflection, Talia understood her mother's, Chiara's dilemma that resulted in her own existence. As Talia's academic year in Northland neared its end, she made another major decision. Talia transferred completely to Universite Des Chute Nord and earned her degree instead of returning home to Kings Hill. While the realm of her childhood still held an important piece of her heart, it seemed that Northland Heights claimed another.
The pair's courtship, while intense as their mate bond grew, wasn't long. Cedric Ogden in his own right was born to nobility, unlike Talia, and desired to lead those within his inherited county in Northland. The hybrid, while raised to replace his parents, delayed the advancement until after he, himself, graduated. It was an effort to cultivate and maintain the support of those within the county as having worked to earn the residents' trust as their future Count, rather than rush to lead without building a rapport. Cedric's cautiousness paid off and even though the hybrid married Talia, a werewolf with no direct ties to Northland Heights, he had the fondness of those within the county. The couple were married for no more than four years when the unthinkable happened. Among the slain after the attack of the immortalem in Westland, months ago, lay Count Cedric Ogden. Before then, Talia was unaware of the intimacy with such loss. It was something she had not even considered, so soon into their marriage. The death of her husband, her mate.
To some within Northland, it may have came as a surprise that not only was Talia bestowed her husband's county but she failed to relinquish leadership of it. She was, after all, a lone werewolf and sole Countess of a hybrid county in Northland. It was yet another life decision of Talia's that may have displeased others. Yet, Talia contested that Cedric was her mate and his home and beloved county grew to become her own. His people, hers, etc. And that while they had no children together, and the estate had no other heirs, the county was the very last piece she had of Cedric. Of his legacy. Which Talia wished to uphold. Such plea fell upon reasonable ears, at least for now... As the widow's attention shifted, she heard whispers of rumors that Cedric's death wasn't accidental but instead may have been murder. When Talia wasn't tending to her county, she quietly sought the truth over Cedric's demise. She needed to know. She had to. There was no other alternative.
Through war and triumph (Elias Gray) rises, at (36) years old, serving as (Guard) residing in (Haven). They are a (Guardian Witch) that resembles (Drew Van Acker). Upon meeting them, they are (confident) and (brave). Don’t be fooled, they can be (selfish) and (self-obsessed).
Eli's personality is that of a quintessential rich kid who expected to live off the fruits of his parents' labor and titles. His father being an archduke in Westland, he never truly wanted for anything. He went through life based on his charm, his money, and his general himbo party guy vibes. He was the family fuck up essentially.
Elias was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a family legacy to live up to according to his father. His mother, while down to earth and coming from humble beginnings, didn't always agree with the pressure Shawn placed on Elias, and believed that he could live up to the legacy his father's family had built up. As a child, Elias wanted to be anywhere but his own home. He often spent time either in Westland, at the palace when allowed, or in Kings Hill with the Markovna family.
Being as far away from his father as possible allowed him the freedom to explore life without expectations, even though they were hurled his way at every turn. Instead of rising to meet them, he instead became the most disappointing member of his immediate family. He would throw epic parties that would always cost much more than they were worth. He would build up his own name as more of a socialite than anything else. His usefulness dwindled in his father's eyes, and Eli loved every minute of it.
He'd even taken to a group of people that devoted their lives to crime. He joined their crew, not because he needed the money, but because he enjoyed the rush of it all. Getting caught was a minor blip on the radar for him. That was until he got caught on the job. Offering to take the fall, and knowing that he could escape any consequences that came. He didn't give up any information on his crew or who he worked for. Eli didn't spend a single night detained. His father, with the help of a family friend and lawyer and a sizable amount of money, made it all go away.
In doing so, he laid down that law to Eli, giving him an ultimatum to straighten up his act, or lose his inheritance and be disowned by the family. Eli enjoyed the financial aspect and the social status he had, simply by being born, so he chose the road that would keep that status intact. Little did he know, his father had gone to the High Priest of Westland, who he had known his whole life and referred to as his Uncle Jakovan. His father had asked Jakovan to admit him into the guard program, and to his dismay, Jakovan agreed.
As much as he hated it, he didn't mind guarding the family. It was just the prospect of how hard it was and how much fucking work it took, which bit into his time for enjoying life and having fun that was the issue. When they offered a special assignment, he jumped at the chance. Little did he know it would be the worst decision of his life. He would have to be the personal guard. Had they explained the assignment, he would have stayed where he was. It was a job he couldn't fuck up in the slightest and the sole responsibility and safety was on him. One thing was for sure, he wasn't going to fuck this up, because it meant the difference between a life of wealth and contentedness or losing everything.
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Through war and triumph (Torben Hansen) rises, at (170) years old, serving as (smuggler/right hand man to Olivier) residing in (Haven). They are a (werewolf) that resembles (Jake Weary). Upon meeting them, they are (witty) and (comical). Don’t be fooled, they can be (aggressive) and (devious).
☆ NAME INFORMATION ☆
FULL NAME: Torben Hansen
FACECLAIM: Jake Weary
☆ PERSONAL INFORMATION ☆
SEX: Male
RACE/SPECIES: Werewolf / Former Guardian Fae
AGE(AND HOW OLD THEY LOOK): 170/30 (Turned 30 years ago)
ORIENTATION/SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Heterosexual
☆ APPEARANCE ☆
HEIGHT: 5’10”
WEIGHT: 165 lbs
EYE COLOR(S): Silvery blue
BODY BUILD(SLIM, MUSCULAR, ETC.): Slim Athletic
HAIR COLOR(S): Blonde
HAIR LENGTH: Shoulder length
COMPLEXION: Fair
SCARS: His original turn mark along with several other misc scars.
☆ CURRENT… ☆
MARITAL STATUS(SINGLE, MARRIED, DATING, ETC.): Single
OCCUPATION: Smuggler / Olivier's Right Hand Man
☆ BIOGRAPHY ☆
Torben was the first child of Adrik and Svala and made sure to always prove that point. His parents were a lot to live up but never once made him feel he had to live up to any standard, Torben took it upon himself to do so.
Once old enough he joined his father in the Emergent Forces and was successful like the man before him. However, one assignment made it where he never returned home.
Thirty years passed since Torben was turned and he has tried his best to remain under the radar. The pack he originally joined proving to be a rambunctious one that saw no one as a potential threat and everything as a fair play lead him into smuggling. Where he ran into Jax and Ace. After watching Jax be ripped and turned as well Torben somewhat disbanded, mostly to take try to take his place in Ace's smuggling group. Once he was discovered though he turned tale and ran.
Running into Olivier was never something he had expected once he had started on his path to turn over a new leaf, it never quite took. This opportunity though taught him more than he had ever expected and raised him up into a friendship and even partnership with Olivier. Now Torben is still avoiding the ever looming thought of accidentally running into his family, or Jax.
Though some would describe him as a tortured soul, Torben is far from living a tortured life.
Through war and triumph (Kaan Altun) rises, at age (87) years old, serving as (a Duke, former Veterinarian) residing in (Kings Hill). They are a (guardian witch) that resembles (Serkan Çayoglu). Upon meeting them, they are (observant) and (indulgent). Don’t let that fool you, they can be (cautious) and (enigmatic).
GENERAL INFO
Name: Kaan Altun
Nicknames/Alias: King (as it’s the English translation of his first name)
Face Claim: Serkan Çayoglu
Birthdate: May 19th
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Age: 87 / appears 36
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Guardian Witch
Special Abilities: Fire Manipulation, Astral Projection, and Longevity (Plus Guardian Witch Abilities)
Profession/Rank: Duke in Kings Hill (recently bequeathed duchy from deceased close friend without any heirs), formerly a Veterinarian (who treated both regular and mythical creatures)
PERSONALITY
Kaan prefers the company of animals. With them, there’s no second guessing and, for the most part, their reactions can be guessed and anticipated. Not to say that Kaan is quiet. A bit reserved, sure. But certainly not quiet. To those closest to him, or even simply lucky enough to see him tend to his animal patients (regular and mythical), Kaan is open-hearted and kind. And, at times, loves to dote on those he loves. As the child of at least one human parent, despite living in a world where longevity is common, he knows just how fragile life is.
Siblings: Yes, a mix of full and half siblings (since his parents had previous marriages/relationships before Kaan was born);
Family: Relatives (turkish ethnicity - partial or full); has extended family to
Relationship Status: Single
Exes: Isabeau Olsen, Open
Current Partner: Open
True Mate: Open
Current Allies: TBA
Current Enemies: TBA
Wanted Connections: Open
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Distinguishing Marks/Fun Facts: His smile. Kaan speaks several languages (besides English) at least conversationally: Turkish, Arabic. Has a trusted companion Nemean Lion, Lucky.
BIOGRAPHY
Kaan is the child of a human father, Emre, and a guardian witch mother, Yeşim. A tryst among friends that blossomed into an actual romance. The pair were involved with other parties, at the time of Kaan’s conception, but somehow, in the end, decided to try their hand at a genuine relationship. The guardian witch was raised in a curious yet blended family. As each of his parents had children and previous marriages prior to being together. Thus while he was their first child jointly, Kaan was hardly ever alone. Loud noises and magic filled the young guardian’s life, growing up. Much of Kaan’s earliest memories are the sounds of his siblings thudding through their family’s small home. Followed by a loud parental chastisement. Still, the young boy was not neglected nor was he denied attention and affection. Kaan’s life wasn’t without much, as a child, except for the fact that the Altuns’, blended family that they were, moved often. Primarily between two specific realms - Westland and Kings Hill.
Emre was a respected lawman. He actually was a constable in Kings Hill. Yeşim was an incantor, or a knight, of Westland. It was how the two met - having bonded over their similar professions. Yeşim’s job as an incantor permitted for her to be stationed in other realms, especially since Lume Noua, was still notoriously at war. Depending on the realm. With a human husband, and her abilities as a guardian witch aside, Yeşim and Emre worried over the best realm to settle within fully and raise their family. Kings Hill would be best for those that had no magical abilities. Westland was perfect for those that did. And the Haven Realm was a great medium. Thus, it was there that they eventually resided.
But Kaan, like many within Lume Noua, had family strewn throughout all of the realms. He, along with his siblings, were taught basic defense, in case it was ever needed. For they weren’t nobles nor did they have much to offer in terms of money. And while magic was an incredibly useful tool, it could also be used against them. The guardian witch, a young adult now, found it much more easier to tend to those that could not speak. That, likely, had the least ability to do him harm - animals. Kaan had an affinity for animals, understanding them, and the desire to help them since before he could remember. A running, albeit quite ignorant, family joke was that Kaan must have an ancestor, somewhere down the line that may have been able to do the same. Maybe even shift into them. Although, they all knew it to be a joke as guardian werewolves had that ability. Not witches. Also, all guardians ceased to exist before a certain time, for they were creations of their home realms as a means of last defense. ...Still, the joke persisted, depending on the family member.
It was also family that brought Kaan back to Kings Hill. It’d been his father’s home realm, several decades ago, and once Emre had fallen ill - Kaan returned to assist Yeşim in her husband’s final years. Oddly, the guardian remained in the realm. Even after his mother left for Westland after her mortal husband’s loss. Kaan had happened upon a wounded Nemean Lion cub in the edges of Kings Hill‘s lush border. The veterinarian planned to treat the creature and then return to the Haven Realm. Yet the impromptu business he began in Kings Hill, in the interim, turned official as others with regular and mythical creatures brought them to be treated by him. For now, his life in Kings Hill would do. If ever there was a need for a change, or for Kaan to move, he and his trusted Nemean Lion, Lucky, were set to leave and restart anew.
The veterinarian was bequeathed a duchy by a close but aging friend who had no heirs of with their deceased mate. Once the friend joined his mate on the other plane of existence, it was revealed that he bequeathed Kaan his family’s duchy and after Kings Hill statutes were reviewed, along with the minds of their most brilliant legislatures, the guardian witch’s status of duke was finalized. The quiet and loyal witch accepted the gift, albeit confused, but wholeheartedly in an effort to cherish his friend’s memory and final wishes to those within the duchy.
Through war and triumph (Aila Isley) rises, at (28) years old, serving as (Princess) residing in (Kings Hill). They are a (Syreni immortalem) that resembles (Maya Hawke). Upon meeting them, they are (witty) and (independent). Don’t be fooled, they can be (clumsy) and (skittish).
☆ NAME INFORMATION ☆
FULL NAME: Aila Isley
PRONUNCIATION OF THEIR NAME(FIRST, MIDDLE/MIDDLE NAMES AND LAST): Ay-la
FACECLAIM: Maya Hawk
☆ PERSONAL INFORMATION ☆
SEX: Female
RACE/SPECIES: Syreni immortalem
AGE(AND HOW OLD THEY LOOK): 28
ORIENTATION/SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Heterosexual
☆ APPEARANCE ☆
HEIGHT: 5’8”
WEIGHT: 121 lbs
EYE COLOR(S): Blue
BODY BUILD(SLIM, MUSCULAR, ETC.): Athletic
HAIR COLOR(S): Blonde
HAIR LENGTH: Shoulder Length
COMPLEXION: Fair
PIERCINGS(WHAT THEY ARE AND WHERE): both ears
☆ CURRENT… ☆
ALIGNMENT(GOOD, EVIL, ETC.): Good
MARITAL STATUS(SINGLE, MARRIED, DATING, ETC.): Single
OCCUPATION: Princess
☆ OPTIONAL ☆
ABILITIES(AS IN POWERS): Aquapathy, Beacon Emission, Retrocognition, Aquatic breathing, and Hydrokinetic Spying
HOBBIES: Dancing
☆ BIOGRAPHY ☆
Tw: Fertility Issues, Murder
Aila was born the only heir the to throne of Kings Hill. After years of trying Simone and Alexei had all but given up until she came along. They made sure she was well educated and knew all the ends and outs of Kings Hill. She studied the past almost religiously and even though she was a public figure she rarely understood what all went into that.
Aila was pretty sheltered in her life but the one thing she did enjoy and got to do was dance. It was her favorite thing to do in downtime and the dance teacher that came to the palace at least three times a week. It wasn’t until Aila got older that those lessons tapered off and her schedule became filled with more important things she should be focusing on.
However it was not all sunshine and roses for Aila future and it would take a drastic turn for her. When her parents were murdered in their sleep there was little time to discuss what should happen next. She was forced into hiding and has been there since. Figuring things couldn’t get much more difficult, Aila just thought she would ride it out, until things got quiet. That was until she found out she wasn’t human at all. Discovering she was something legend, mermaid, siren, however you wanted to spin it was probably the toughest pill to swallow.
Aila’s world had only appeared to crash until then, after all Kings Hill was a human led realm and now she was far from human and unsure of what she was really. With new abilities that caused her head to spin, Aila had heard the whispers of the Northland Falls leader moving in on her beloved home, most had presumed she was dead after all.
Aila didn’t see much she change, but there was definitely something she could to just to ensure that the home she had known in and out through out most of her life was well led and not tainted by someone who had no clue what Kings Hill was even about. She had a responsibility, even if it meant handing over her crown to someone that could handle the job better than she could.
☆ CONNECTIONS ☆
MOTHER: Former Queen of Kings Hill, Simone Isley (Deceased)
FATHER: Former King of Kings Hill, Alexei Isley (Deceased)
MATE: TBD
OTHER: Isabeau Olsen, mentor and guide in her life as a immortalem
