#mock profiles

Powers: Being quicker and stronger than your average human aside, Tidbit is also very capable. She can fix, build, take apart, or reassemble anything she sets her mind to. She’s very clever with her hands, adaptable, and durable. If you hit her, she’ll heal 9 times out of 10. If you piss her off badly enough, she can heat up a room like nobody’s business. She’s got fire, gunpowder, and lead—well. Mostly fire at her disposal. She’s taught herself a range of weapons and she has no problem showing that knowledge off. And if she wants to disappear, she usually can without a trace—unless you’re a preternatural predator hunting her down, of course.

Weaknesses: With an aversion to all things holy, Tidbit is super leery about holy spaces. Holy water burns her, prayer and exorcisms hurt her to an extreme degree. With enough effort, you –could- send her back to Hell, which is exactly what she doesn’t want to happen. Considering her current predicament, she can actually be killed—but her soul would just return-to-sender and wind up either in Purgatory waiting to be reshuffled later, or in Hell, awaiting punishment. She can be trapped by specific symbols and words, provided they have prayerful or powerful intent behind them.

Personality: Tidbit is Feisty with a capital F. She matches her fervor for survival with a zeal for life—while she is always on the run, looking over her shoulder, somehow she keeps from looking back. A lot of people would consider Tidbit [or just Bit] as “out for herself”, but she’s had no one else to rely on. She’s confident, she’s quirky, and she’s straightforward—there isn’t too much she holds back on, unless it’s her own secrets. She has quite a few, but she always knows how to turn the spotlight on others to keep them from digging too deep. Her fire is a constantly-burning one—you can find it in her eyes, in her appetite, in her insatiable thirst to experience everything. She’s a baseball fanatic, loves running—anything that gives her adrenaline, really. While she’s a fighter, she’s also a pragmatist—she knows what she needs in order to make it, and isn’t afraid to sever ties and take lives if that means she gets to see tomorrow. It’s a scary and uncertain life, but it’s the only one she’s ever known. Even if it’s newer, now, than it’s ever been before. She’s changing, but it’s a process, and she goes back and forth every day.

Birthday: She picked her own. November 1st. Scorpio.

Role/Occupation: She does any old odd jobs. Her biggest selling point is illegal arms dealings, but in light of America’s gun obsession, she’s turned to more Robin Hood antics to get by instead. Stay tuned. You’ll see her on the news by and by. Essentially she’s a thief.

Registered: Not yet, but she might be on their radar.

Origin Story: Tidbit is a traitor to Heaven and Hell alike. She only managed to get out of Hell by striking a deal with a fallen angel who wants to redeem himself in the eyes of the Lord. She gave him a lead on a new vessel and he gave her a way out of Hell that she took and -ran-, even if the tether to the Fallen is one she can never fully sever—at least, not yet.

She has a lot to answer for in Hell as much as she does in Heaven, and she doesn’t want to find herself standing trial for either. She’s hesitant to reveal too much about herself to outsiders; but essentially, she’s seen Moses part the seas and walked in the shadows of temples long since turned to dust and salt. She never thought she’d have a future once Hell was forced to go to literal ground, and she was taken down with all of them—pulled into the debris and fire that threatened to destroy her. She expected it to.

She never expected an out like the one she was offered. So, naturally, she took it.

Tidbit assumed the form of a girl whose body was on its way out; healed her, and to thank her, the girl [Bitty Durnin] passed on, leaving the demon to dominate her body and assimilate fully. The possession became a permanent rent-to-own situation. With that comes pronounced speed and strength, as well as other powers.

Tidbit is currently looking for a thing to tie her permanently to Earth so she never has to leave, something that ensures permanence and immortality and will keep her out of the eyes of Heaven and Hell. She scooped Coin out of a bad predicament and he’s been her loyal protector ever since as they seek a cure for him and a shield for her, and both do their best to try and live through the process.

Name: Conrí Coin [usually just goes by Coin]

Face Claim: Dominic Cooper

Age: 32

Height: 5’10”

Hair: Brown

Eyes: A nice coppery brown, his ma used to say. Personally he doesn’t see it.

Species: Werewolf, though some might argue his strain of virus infers more “werecoyote”.

Powers: Pronounced and incredible strength, considerable endurance/durability, enhanced reflexes, heightened senses, and decent speed. He can shapeshift; albeit only on the full moon and not necessarily voluntarily—plus, he doesn’t really let himself roam free during that time. He’s got a lot of boxing skills, some decent knowledge of chemistry and mechanics/engineering, as well as profound cooking abilities. He’s a wildcard in that he’s always pensive, and most people take him for granted—his observation skills are on point. He can tolerate an excruciating amount of pain and heals very quickly.

Weaknesses: Despite his ability to heal quickly, the virus is ravaging his body. It’s turning the hair at his temples gray prematurely [though he swears it’s the stress of being around Tidbit], his muscles almost always ache nowadays [the constant tearing three times a month may be wearing them down; or, alternatively, Bit’s theory is that he’s constantly holding back erratic shifting on a miniature or maximum scale], and he’s always running a low-grade fever. His appetite suffers, he doesn’t sleep right, and he’s constantly on-edge under the calm that comes from…[drumroll!] clinical depression. He has addictive personality traits and is a recovering former junkie. He can’t shake the vice of drinking, and uses it [and the occasional cigarette] as a crutch for his pain and discomfort. He is also allergic to silver, chocolate, and mistletoe to a near-fatal level, while grapes and tomatoes nauseate him. He can be killed, obviously, the usual lycanthropic ways—just work faster than his healing factor, so to speak.

Personality: Besides having a general baseline of “tired” at all times, Coin is just a deeply lethargic man. He’s discouraged; defeated by life, and all-around sad. Despite this constant exhaustion and emotional strain, he tries to; at all times, remain positive or polite to those around him. He is continuously holding himself back to prevent disaster; endeavoring to be soft and reaching for kindness. He’s there for others because nobody was there for him, and because of that, he hopes he can redeem himself for his former shortcomings. He’s a devout man, in his own right, even if he thinks God’s turned His face from him. He’s only ever enthusiastic when he’s fighting, and even then, it’s usually short-lived and gone like a candle flame in the wind. He is quietly funny when he wants to be [usually for others], loyal to a fault, and a lot smarter than people give him credit for, usually from how much he observes and absorbs—without letting any of it back out. He has a lot of things he struggles with, like internalized hatred and homophobia, as well as discomfort with himself and others. He knows he’s a mess. He just tries to not let that mess be anyone else’s problem. 

Birthday: July 9th, Cancer.

Role/Occupation: Former middleweight boxing champ, current protector of the small [re: Tidbit]

Registered: Not yet but with the way Bit drives them both into danger, he has no doubt it’s inevitably coming.

Origin Story: Coin is an ex-middleweight boxer from the lonely town of Kelton, TX. His parents were a mechanic from New Jersey who fell on hard times [and hard substances] and an Irish immigrant. He was going to be their golden child, he was going to get them out of the hell that was a small town with a lot of gossip. He was a man of god and he was Good, and he did his very best to provide from a very young age. A dedicated, hard worker who never said no and always did as he was told, and always nodded or shook his head; spoke when spoken to, and was polite to a fault.

Except when he fought.

Then he was a fury to be reckoned with.

And then he got injured out of the ring. Because he pissed people off inside of it by refusing to throw a match for the benefit of a certain sheriff’s son. It was righteous of him, maybe, but it pretty much shattered his chances of pursuing boxing.

So he followed in the footsteps of his father.

Substance and mechanics.

Then his mom got sick, and Coin got desperate.

He started doing errands for his dad's dealers and wound up pissing -more- people off because, while he was in a bad place, his moral compass never strayed from true north. They asked him to do shadier things and, when he refused (just as he did in the ring), they beat him to near death, drove him out into the desert, and left him to die.

He hallucinated fighting a wolf in the badlands but…maybe it wasn't a hallucination.

He walked back into town a month later, covered in blood and dust and mud. Sunburnt to shit, too. But healing as he walked. His old injury was fully healed. He -was- the cure. He was sure of it.

But he was too late.

His ma had died.

His father called him poison.

Coin walked out of town and never looked back.

He has since dipped into a low, low place, where his addictive personality gave way to his predisposition for depression and mild mania.

He's off the hard stuff but he's still a drinker and it's really hard for him to do anything.

But the idea of a cure, weirdly, keeps him going.