❛ ━━･❪ Remiel Whiskey Karsten ❫ ･━━ ❜
"Remi" ⋆ "Whiskey"
Original 4 ⋆ Male ⋆ 26 years old ⋆ Bisexual ⋆ Single ⋆ No current crush


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Species: Lycan hybrid.
Y'know, those big bad werewolves, but they're on their back feet. Big, scary dudes BUT he's also got some vampire lineage, so he's a mutt.

Appearance: Remiel's reference sheet + his TH page. I'm a bit lazy and don't want to type out 3-4 paragraphs for his appearance. So, I'm linking his ref & TH page so you can browse his gallery. Below I'll transfer his little design notes, which are listed on his TH page, because why not.

Brief design notes:
- Remiel tends to wear dark colors, usually his tattered and torn cloak is part of the outfit. No, he doesn't skip out on shirts all the time- sometimes he does. Expect nothing but muted greys/browns, anything that fits an "eerie forest" vibe.

- His hair is dark brown/black in color and long in length, usually tied up in some sort of messy bun- or tied up in a lazy/messy way. He doesn't make his hair all nice and fancy looking, as he's not a fancy man.

- Scars galore. Remiel sports a lot of scars. Most of them are from getting into fights with a werewolf or vamprie, with some smaller scars being from bounties fighting back. While he hates how the scars look, because of his own warped vision of himself, he doesn't want to hide them. There's no use in trying to hide something he can't control.

- The smallest amount of facial hair kisses his jawline, giving him a more ragged/"skrunkly" like appearance. Most of the time he's clean shaven, but sometimes he'll go a few days without shaving, therefore he gets the smallest amount of hair framing his jaw and making him look all the more like an intimidating recluse.

- Remiel has long, black-painted nails that can retract. When he's out in public, hunting, or up to some devious things, his nails will be out/visible. Otherwise, in private (usually when he's with another person) he retracts his nails to prevent harm.

- While in his lycan form, Remiel has rich brown/black colored fur and chocolate eyes. He, of course, being a lycan, stands on his hind legs. While in this form, he's typically around 8-8.5 feet tall and appears to have the same physique that his "human" appearance has.

Personality: To strangers, Remiel is a man who is emotionless and cunning. His expression nearly always deadpan. The only exceptions being when his lips are slightly downturned and when his dark eyes are glazed over with emotions such as; anger, bloodlust, sadness, and curiosity. However, the customers who come to him avoid looking into his eyes, thanks to his domineering presence, therefore they assume he's got this serious face at all times, that he's emotionless and can't feel anything. That couldn't be far from the truth though.

Remiel is a classic toughie with a soft core. He doesn't intend to always look serious, unapproachable, or intimidating. He can't help that his face naturally seems to go against his true inner emotions. This lycan craves physical affection and praise. Something about being held and told that he's doing good in life, that he's good, is comforting. It's reassuring. Buuut of course this stubborn hardass won't ask for either of those things, nor will he admit he wants them. Remiel is too scared and nervous to voice that. That and he literally took a vow of silence, so he doesn't like to gamble and assume everyone he meets knows ASL. So, why try to sign that he wants those? He'd much rather live without telling anyone, even if it eats him up inside. Yes, we love a man who shelters his true feelings, wants, needs, and emotions due to some sort of emotional blockade. We love men who avoid their emotions because they think that they make them weak!! In simple terms, he really doesn't think he deserves to get anything he wants- because he's quite literally some sort of monster, being the hybrid of two creatures that do nothing but instill fear in humans and anything that isn't them. Yes, he sees himself as a monster. That's kinda what happens when you get told that as soon as you're born, and every time you work.

Likes: Overcast skies, the sound of thunder, the feeling of rain on his skin, the feeling of cool grass as he watches the night sky, physical touch (such as hugs and cuddles), the smell of new books, the feeling of a smooth-writing pen, the sound of a pencil against paper (writing and/or drawing), comfortable silence.
Dislikes: Overly sunny skies, hot ass weather, the sound of chewing (especially if it's open-mouthed chewing), the smell of metal, the taste of blood, the feeling of fabric getting caught on his nails, long car rides, fucking needles man- get those away, too much touch (some days, even a simple hug can upset him. we love a man that can sometimes feel too much and get a sensory overload), and of course himself (self deprecation for the win).

Hobbies: Baking, tending to gardens, reading, watching the moon and stars late at night, going on night runs, listening to lofi music.
Bad habits: Drinking, blaming himself for things he can't control, your typical self deprecation, bottling up his emotions.

Brief history:
Remiel was born to a lycan father and a vampire mother. His father knew of his existence, but refused to have any part of responsibility for his son, therefore leaving him with his mother. Thankfully, the woman took him in, but she wasn't kind. Remi never went a day without her looking at him with distaste, her words laced with venom as she cursed at him, "Monster." It didn't help that the young vampire was still in a coven, which only earned him more and more rude comments. Despite them treating him as if he was nothing, the coven used Remiel to do their bidding. Once they realized what kind of work he was capable of, they turned him into their pawn. Remiel was tasked to hunt and kill other vampires, primarily traitors and rogues- and eventually, they tasked him to go after werewolves. He didn't question it, not until he met a young woman- a werewolf- who managed to grab hold of his heart. She was the first person to avoid his wrath.

Remiel had fallen in love. Whenever he found time between tasks, he met with the young werewolf in private. They spent hours upon hours together, and after knowing each other for two years, she fell pregnant with his child. Things would've been fine, if her own pack members hadn't caught on. Ironically, the alpha of her pack just so happened to be Remiel's father. Despite being abandoned, the man was able to recognize him, and instead of letting it go- instead of giving the woman a chance to leave and live her life with her soon to be baby and with Remiel, he had her killed. Worst of all, Remiel was forced to watch, bound with silver chains by his own coven, his mother ridiculing him and telling him that a monster like him shouldn't give life to anything, ever. That his only purpose was to take life and obey her orders. From then on, Remiel vowed to never talk again.

A year later, he escaped after driving a dagger through his mother's chest. The coven let him go. There was irony there. The coven didn't necessarily like the woman, therefore they spared the lycan hybrid's life, telling him to go. They let him escape, and from then on he continued a job similar to what he did in the coven. Remiel serves no one, working the life of a bounty hunter who wasn't advertised. He is a man people have to thoroughly search for, and if anyone goes to those lengths, then they get his services. While the bounty hunter life is lonely, it's what he wants. Unable to trust most people, scared to fall in love again, Remiel cast himself aside, hiding away in a homey cabin tucked deep in the woods. His only saving grace being the three people he met as he ran off. Who was he to deny that they could do better off helping each other? Misfits and outcasts could thrive together.... so that's what they do.