Name: Morbid Caeli supra (Morbid Skies Above)

Nicknames: Morbia, Mortha, Skyler

Prefered name: Sky

Age: 19

Birthday: June. 5'th

Chronological age(if vampire): "You don't ask a lady her age~"

Control over abilities(if vampire): She can control shadows, bend them to her will, make herself disappear, and she can make day turn into night with the spell 'Die ad noctem ut mane ad noctem revertar!' (One a week she needs to recharge, but if she used the day-to-night spell, she needs to recharge right a-way.) She can also control fire and water some-what, but shadows are her prefered method of magic. She can use other spells, like the Consumite omnes! Spell. It takes all the shadows around, and she can bend them to do whatever. She also has more powerful, and powerdraining, spells too, but they don't always work. Like everything, none of her spells (excpet for simple spells) are garenteeded to work.

Gender: Female

S/O: None

Dating status: Single as a pringle

Role: Regular vampire

Sexuality: Bi, but a heavy preferance to females

Species: Vampire

Appearance:

She stands at "5 '9, and she has a slim build, but every time she puts on a fitted t-shirt, her muscles stick out. Her eyes are golden-brown, and had been since she was turned. Her eyes were green-blue when she was a human, but they can turn red when she's mad. He nose is sharp, and her nose and cheeks are splattered with freckles.

Don't let her fool you, she is very mean and sarcastic.

Strengths: Running is a strong point for her, even stronger than Magic. She can also swim incredibly quickly, and she's a great swimmer to boot.

Weaknesses: Being happy and nice, that isn't the easiest thing for her to do. She wasn't given kindness by humans, so she doesn't show kindness to humans.

Likes: Breaking and making rules. She loves to find a rlue she doesn't like, and break it, just to make another rule.

Dislikes: She is very impatient, and might miss something obvious, but when it comes down to the teeny, weeny, details, she can spot them.

Kin: Her mother died, because she tried to take on 3 fully grown men, with guns, all at once, with no help. Her father was unknown from the start. She never knew if she had sisters or brothers.

Other: German shepherds or pitbulls

Plant Mother said:

≡ Lilith ≡

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Full Name:

Lilith Anne McAllen

Nickname(s):

N/A

Chronicle Age:

Unknown, probably very old

Physical Age:

24 years

Birthday:

October 19th

Zodiac:

Libra

♥

Gender:

Feminine/Female

Pronouns:

She/Her/Hers

Sexuality:

Bisexual (closeted)

Aroma:

Vanilla and Coconut

Love Language(s):

Physical Touch/Words of Affirmation

♥

Species:

Vampire

Group:

The Coven

Rank:

Second in Command

Desired Rank:

Very much content.

Control Over Abilities:

Overall mastered, though she is still teaching herself new tricks

♥

Appearance:

(c) to Kureihii on Picrew.me

A petite and stunning young woman.

Lilith is probably the shortest vampire in the coven. Standing only 5'5 feet tall, which is very short for whatever her chronicle age is. But don't underestimate her because of her height, because she if full of surprises. The young woman has a well-structured build to her, and an hourglass shape though with a good amount of muscle. Her skin is on the paler side, but Lilith is definability, not the vampire to call delicate.

~

The one thing about this vampire you will notice is her eyes. A deep crimson color that stands out against her pale form. They look to be all-knowing, and maybe they are... Just don't look straight at them for too long or you might get something cast upon you. On Lilith's right eye, she has a story from a fight long ago written upon it. A scar that never fully healed, it goes straight down her eye and gives her more of a "Don't mess with me, or else" vibe.

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Lilith's hair reaches down her torso, though it is quite thick and therefore heavy and hard to keep down. So you will usually see the girl with it up in a bun, some parts braided to look nice. Along with her skin, the vampire's hair is very pale, almost white. But really it is a very light strawberry blond. Her bangs are usually tucked or curled behind Lilith's small round ears to keep out of her face. Which doesn't really help, the strands of hair just end up coming loose and looking messy.

Personality:

• Attentive • Admirable • Alert • Charming • Generous • Aggressive • Cold • Overly Loyal • Clever • Confident • A being that will push you to do your best • Cooperative • Cunning • Efficient • Elegant • Firm • Focused • Genuine • Hardworking • Independent • Will go out of the way to impress you • Desperate Romantice • Neat • If she wants something she tries her hardest to get it • Orderly • Reliable • Wise •

♥

Likes/Dislikes:

+ Tidyness

+ Cleaning

+ Doing her hair

+ The truth

+ Dusk

+ Utter silence

+ Light rock

- Snarkiness

- Fighting when it is unnecessary

- Newcomers

- Heat and Humidity

- Humans...yeah, yeah, but their annoying

- Romance Novels

Strengths/Weaknesses:

+ Agility

+ Sneaking about

+ Persuasion

+ Armed combat

+ Speed

+ Buying time

+ Socializing

- Stamina

- Stubbornness

- Cooking

- Humans

- People and/or vampires that are too attractive for their own good...

♥

Relationship Status:

Single.

Partner:

Open, PM.

Crush:

Open, PM.

Exes:

Open, PM. Drama >:D

♥

Affiliations:

Open for a little or small hoard XD, PM me!

Kin:

None. She is the last living person in her family.

♥

Other:

Alaskan Malamute <3

Finished.

Plant Mother said:

Oh, okay! I can change that real quick^^'

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Fixed!

Blissful said:

Characters

Vampires

Coven leader- Anthousa R. Carras, Blissful, page 1

Second in command- Lilith Anne McAllen, Plant Mother, page 2

Vampire-

Vampire-

Vampire-

Vampire-

Humans

Group leader- res for tamesis

Second in command- res for misery

Human-

Human-

Human-

Human-

Sign up sheet- if human, disregard the things for vampires

Name:

Age:

Chronological age(if vampire):

Control over abilities(if vampire):

Gender:

Role:

Sexuality:

Species:

Appearance:

Personality:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Other:

M I S E R Y said:

╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗

Valería

╚══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╝

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───※ ·❆· ※───

Full Name:

Valería Ramona Catalina

Name Meaning(s):

Valería - "strong" in Spanish

Ramona - "protector" in Spanish

Catalina - "pure" in Spanish

Nickname(s):

Val, El Diabla

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───※ ·❆· ※───

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Age:

22

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Pansexual

.

───※ ·❆· ※───

.

Species:

Human

Role:

Second in Command

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───※ ·❆· ※───

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Appearance:

(credits for image goes to @小川けう on picrew.me)

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Valería is often compared to the devil himself. Not so much because of her physical appearance, but simply because of her devilish demeanor. She is always seen having menacing expressions painted across her face, almost looking like she is always up to no good. Despite her manners, you would think she would be this tall, lanky woman. But that is not the case. Valería stands at a height of 5'7", which is slightly over the average height for a female but not particularly considered tall. She has a skinny build with slight curves that are often hidden due to her baggy clothing choices. Val's skin tone is a rather tannish color that implements her hispanic ethnicity.

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The woman's hair is extraordinarily long, reaching right past her knees. It has taken years for Valería to grow her hair out and she doesn't plan on cutting it any time soon. Her hair is often put up into two pigtails, leaving her bangs to fall across her face. Valería's hair is colored a pitch black color that she doesn't plan on coloring. Her black hair, believe it or not, helps her with being more stealthy when it comes to serious situations. Valería's eyes are shaped to almost hold a glare at all times, yet they are the only colorful thing about her. Her eyes are colored an emerald green that sticks out more than anything.

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Val's clothing choice is mainly appointed for the female gaze rather than the males. She often dresses in a white dress shirt with a couple of the buttons undone, her black dress pants, and her black converse. Her attire doesn't come in many colors, strictly neutral. She possesses a nose piercing, pierced with a small silver stud, as well as both of her ears being double pierced with silver studs as well. Valería has gotten into many fights in her lifetime which has led to her scars. As most of them have healed, she still has one placed on her cheek that is usually covered with a bandaid. Although most people do hesitate to show their scars, she feels as though hers is too gruesome to lay your eyes on.

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Personality:

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The first word that you will think of when looking at Valería is cunning. She is very sneaky and has pick pocketed quite a few people in her time. Valería is very light and quick on her feet which help with her stealthy skills. Val is known to be quite menacing and having no remorse. Her emotions have been shut off for years and she doesn't care to try to get them back. Valería has been through enough in her life that, at this point, nothing surprises her. She could kill someone in a cold blooded murder and would just stand there, smirking. Many of these monstrous traits is what gave her the nickname El Diabla.

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Despite her manic side, there is a side to her that can potentially be sweet. Valería isn't always a cold blooded monster. She typically puts on a front towards others so they know not to mess with her. However, when she gets comfortable with someone, she is able to soften up a little bit and slip in a little humor. Valería's jokes are often a combination that is mixed with flirting. She has a bad habit of flirting during serious situations, but she finds it quite fun. However, as much as she flirts, she will tend to attract unwanted obsession from others that she simply has to turn down. Val has never committed before in her life and doesn't plan to start now. The woman is not one to be tied down.

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Val can come off as quite aggressive. She has been in too many fights to where if she senses any sort of attitude from someone, she will immediately think they want to fight; woman or man. Despite her size, Val has always been fearless and have been in a couple altercations with men before. Although some didn't end well, she can at least sleep at night knowing she isn't a coward. Val is known to be quite a deceiving woman. She will simply play the part to make you fall for her before she stabs you right in the back. A manipulator, she is. Valería has always been quite condescending with her words that helps her to manipulate poor, stupid, innocent people. It brings her joy when they see how she really is.

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Strengths:

+ Cunning +
+ Manipulative +
+ Speed +

Weaknesses:
- Brute Strength -

- Endurance -

- Swimming -

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Crush:

Open

Significant Other:

Open

Exes:

Open

Kin:

Open

Affiliations:

Open

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───※ ·❆· ※───

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Other:

Huskies <3

Name:

Sunday Orval

Age:

29

Gender:

Female (She/Her)

Role:

Mutated Human

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Species:

Human

Appearance:

Sunday is of average height, 5’6. She has an angular, mid-sized build. Her figure juts out at every joint, such as pointed knuckles, knees, and elbows. Her stomach has a small pudge to it, and a little meat dangles from her arms and calves, something charming in conjunction to the rest of her muscular figure. Her shoulders are on the broader side, a feature from her previously hard working days. Her arms hold muscle to them, often unnoticeable from first glance, but they become more apparent once you see her pick up a heavy object with ease.

Sunday is dark skinned, and has short, coiled hair. She sometimes braids back it in a protective style across her scalp. She prefers not to add accessories such as charms or beads, because she finds the clinking noise annoying.

Sunday likes wearing shorts or pants with many pockets, to hold a Mary Poppins’ bag worth of things. Keys, lighter, pens, coins, pocketknife, and much more. She likes small tees, often something figure conforming, because they produce less heat, and most of her days are spent outside working on something. Her favorite colors to wear are greens and earthy browns, because she finds the color of moss beautiful, and tries to mimic it in the clothes she wears. She loves nature, and it appears on the designs of the clothes she wears.

Sunday wears no jewelry like rings, necklaces, or earrings, but has a little cuff on her right ear. She has a few bracelets mixed between both arms that were usually given to her, and/or hand-made from string. They don’t get in the way, and they’re fashionable, too. She has a singular facial piercing, which is a hoop ring smiley, hidden underneath her lips.

Her face is ovular, with wide-set eyes and a perky mouth that dimples at the corners. She’s got a small array of freckles across her nose bridge. Sunday has droopy eyes, always looking a tad sleepy. They look almost sultry, with romantic brown eyes. Her mouth is wide and emotive, big grins to show her satisfaction and wrinkled frowns to show her discontent. Her teeth are almost perfect–minus a little chip in her far left incisor.

Personality:

In life (well, un-mutated life), Sunday was an active, workaholic, stressful woman. Used to pushing herself to the brink with chores, she rarely wound down to enjoy the moment happening around her. Face-paced in both mind and action, Sunday would put herself to work by fixing up broken down houses, building things for her communities such as gardening plots, and working on her favorite thing of all–cars. She’d offer up her free time to her neighbors, providing house work for them, or even little things, such as watching over the kids for an hour or two. Sunday is an empathetic, compassionate person, and made most of her money based on the donations of charitable and thankful people she’d help. She’s driven by praxis, and was always spewing something about how community was the best part of life. Simply helping those around her without incentive.

Her generosity would short circuit her though, draining her of her energy and would leave her fatigued and tired after a full day’s worth of work. She’s too giving sometimes–and would offer an arm and a leg to someone who needs them. She holds onto very few precious objects, maybe just a photo album or a bracelet given to her from a childhood friend. Before the apocalypse, Sunday, even then, had little money, for she gave it up out of good will. There would be days where she’d struggle to find a meal because of this reason, and settle down to realize that she’d extended herself much too far.

Despite this soft, considerate personality, Sunday speaks with a sleepy tone and befallen face. You would not be able to clock her as the person she is, if not for her calloused exterior. If someone were to find her and request help from her, she may send a few lighthearted mean jokes your way, as in “Can’t do it yourself?” “Ya need a woman for this?” “Ah sure. Wasn’t doing anything, anyway.” Though none of this was ever genuinely mean, rather just her avoidant and rough humor. Her affection is more of a tough pat on the back, than a sweet, sisterly hug. She’ll laugh at you if you request an easy chore to be done, but she’ll get on it ASAP regardless. She loves to help others, despite seeming like she’d rather be doing anything else.

Sunday’s outlook on life is something both optimistic and nihilistic. Something like, “Well, no one else is going to help you, so I guess I will.” She always wished the world would become a better place over time, even if it started with one kind action she passed forward. She’s avoidant from kindness otherwise, and would rather take a meal made by one of the people that she helped, than a letter thanking her greatly for her mutual aid. She’s done this all to make others happy, however finding it hard to find that happiness within her. Sunday can be unemotional, choking back tears in times of feelings, or burying things she’d want to say deep within her. She cannot find herself to be able to connect with others, not out of some fear of trust or actually liking others, but because she’d consider it too “vulnerable.”

However, that was all in life.

Sunday today was one of the humans that managed to escape the radiation–or at least, so she thought. Since the blast, she found her memory deteriorating ever so slightly, and bodily functions such as raising her hand above her head, just a little bit harder. Though she wasn’t turned to sludge, she feels as if that previous zest she had for life has. Through the wastelands, she lazily pulls herself forward, instead of walking in confident strides like she once did. Her previous personality is still apparent, showing through the fact she’s even still kept herself alive. Even if Sunday looks down on the molten sunset, wondering why she’d been kept alive by some ruthless god, sometimes praying at night for the mutation to take over and end her, she has never been able to do it herself. She has passion, even if that flame is flickering out.

Strengths:

Handy, empathetic, passionate, try-hard, strong build

Weaknesses:

Too generous at times, can over exert herself, depressive

Other:

Dalmatian :P Relationships and friendships open ehehe

She’s mutated, but it’s happening at a snail’s pace due to some underlying thing she deals with. Kinda like Ellie from TLOU except she’s not completely immune. I was thinking maybe because she has HeLa cells, even though that’s super rare. Her cells continue to divide while never dying, and that stopped the progression of the mutating. She’s lucky and isn’t even aware.

sputnik said:

Name:

Sunday Orval

Age:

29

Gender:

Female (She/Her)

Role:

Mutated Human

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Species:

Human

Appearance:

Sunday is of average height, 5’6. She has an angular, mid-sized build. Her figure juts out at every joint, such as pointed knuckles, knees, and elbows. Her stomach has a small pudge to it, and a little meat dangles from her arms and calves, something charming in conjunction to the rest of her muscular figure. Her shoulders are on the broader side, a feature from her previously hard working days. Her arms hold muscle to them, often unnoticeable from first glance, but they become more apparent once you see her pick up a heavy object with ease.

Sunday is dark skinned, and has short, coiled hair. She sometimes braids back it in a protective style across her scalp. She prefers not to add accessories such as charms or beads, because she finds the clinking noise annoying.

Sunday likes wearing shorts or pants with many pockets, to hold a Mary Poppins’ bag worth of things. Keys, lighter, pens, coins, pocketknife, and much more. She likes small tees, often something figure conforming, because they produce less heat, and most of her days are spent outside working on something. Her favorite colors to wear are greens and earthy browns, because she finds the color of moss beautiful, and tries to mimic it in the clothes she wears. She loves nature, and it appears on the designs of the clothes she wears.

Sunday wears no jewelry like rings, necklaces, or earrings, but has a little cuff on her right ear. She has a few bracelets mixed between both arms that were usually given to her, and/or hand-made from string. They don’t get in the way, and they’re fashionable, too. She has a singular facial piercing, which is a hoop ring smiley, hidden underneath her lips.

Her face is ovular, with wide-set eyes and a perky mouth that dimples at the corners. She’s got a small array of freckles across her nose bridge. Sunday has droopy eyes, always looking a tad sleepy. They look almost sultry, with romantic brown eyes. Her mouth is wide and emotive, big grins to show her satisfaction and wrinkled frowns to show her discontent. Her teeth are almost perfect–minus a little chip in her far left incisor.

Personality:

In life (well, un-mutated life), Sunday was an active, workaholic, stressful woman. Used to pushing herself to the brink with chores, she rarely wound down to enjoy the moment happening around her. Face-paced in both mind and action, Sunday would put herself to work by fixing up broken down houses, building things for her communities such as gardening plots, and working on her favorite thing of all–cars. She’d offer up her free time to her neighbors, providing house work for them, or even little things, such as watching over the kids for an hour or two. Sunday is an empathetic, compassionate person, and made most of her money based on the donations of charitable and thankful people she’d help. She’s driven by praxis, and was always spewing something about how community was the best part of life. Simply helping those around her without incentive.

Her generosity would short circuit her though, draining her of her energy and would leave her fatigued and tired after a full day’s worth of work. She’s too giving sometimes–and would offer an arm and a leg to someone who needs them. She holds onto very few precious objects, maybe just a photo album or a bracelet given to her from a childhood friend. Before the apocalypse, Sunday, even then, had little money, for she gave it up out of good will. There would be days where she’d struggle to find a meal because of this reason, and settle down to realize that she’d extended herself much too far.

Despite this soft, considerate personality, Sunday speaks with a sleepy tone and befallen face. You would not be able to clock her as the person she is, if not for her calloused exterior. If someone were to find her and request help from her, she may send a few lighthearted mean jokes your way, as in “Can’t do it yourself?” “Ya need a woman for this?” “Ah sure. Wasn’t doing anything, anyway.” Though none of this was ever genuinely mean, rather just her avoidant and rough humor. Her affection is more of a tough pat on the back, than a sweet, sisterly hug. She’ll laugh at you if you request an easy chore to be done, but she’ll get on it ASAP regardless. She loves to help others, despite seeming like she’d rather be doing anything else.

Sunday’s outlook on life is something both optimistic and nihilistic. Something like, “Well, no one else is going to help you, so I guess I will.” She always wished the world would become a better place over time, even if it started with one kind action she passed forward. She’s avoidant from kindness otherwise, and would rather take a meal made by one of the people that she helped, than a letter thanking her greatly for her mutual aid. She’s done this all to make others happy, however finding it hard to find that happiness within her. Sunday can be unemotional, choking back tears in times of feelings, or burying things she’d want to say deep within her. She cannot find herself to be able to connect with others, not out of some fear of trust or actually liking others, but because she’d consider it too “vulnerable.”

However, that was all in life.

Sunday today was one of the humans that managed to escape the radiation–or at least, so she thought. Since the blast, she found her memory deteriorating ever so slightly, and bodily functions such as raising her hand above her head, just a little bit harder. Though she wasn’t turned to sludge, she feels as if that previous zest she had for life has. Through the wastelands, she lazily pulls herself forward, instead of walking in confident strides like she once did. Her previous personality is still apparent, showing through the fact she’s even still kept herself alive. Even if Sunday looks down on the molten sunset, wondering why she’d been kept alive by some ruthless god, sometimes praying at night for the mutation to take over and end her, she has never been able to do it herself. She has passion, even if that flame is flickering out.

Strengths:

Handy, empathetic, passionate, try-hard, strong build

Weaknesses:

Too generous at times, can over exert herself, depressive

Other:

Dalmatian :P Relationships and friendships open ehehe

She’s mutated, but it’s happening at a snail’s pace due to some underlying thing she deals with. Kinda like Ellie from TLOU except she’s not completely immune. I was thinking maybe because she has HeLa cells, even though that’s super rare. Her cells continue to divide while never dying, and that stopped the progression of the mutating. She’s lucky and isn’t even aware.