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Here P!ATWD's characters will be posted...

FOR VAMPIRE RP

Name: Tiberius Lockwood
Nicknames: "Ty" or "Lockwood"
Gender: Male
Age: August 12, 2003 (15 years old)
Nationality: United States (California)
Occupation: Student/Vampire Hunter
Species: Human
Appearance: Ty has a generally smug, appearance with his black hair and swept bangs. He's very pale and has blue/silver eyes with oddly long eyelashes. Check out ref. images for more...
Face Claim: Samuel Wayne Allen/ Alan Walker
Clothing: Band Shirts, Black Skinny Jeans, Black Converse, Overly Large Hoodies, Headphones, etc. (basically everything is dark XD)
Personality: Ty is very smart; Ty would never do anything without reason or without thinking it through. He tends to keep to himself, and his inclination to do something may depend on his mood at times. He has his own way of expressing his thoughts; he sees the world and the certain mannerisms of people differently: this is known among most as autism.
Ty is seen by some as odd or strange. He is also extremely stubborn.
Ty does not easily detect sarcasm and has a hard time understanding idioms or figures of speech unless explained to him. Because he doesn't like not knowing things, but also prefers learning things on his own, he did his research on expressions, though hearing new ones still confuse him. Ty also normally does not like making eye contact—though he would if needed, recognizing that some people like it—overwhelmed by the intensity. He doesn't like fussing, especially when directed at him or for something he did, but he appreciates subtle ways of expressing affection.
Ty has several coping mechanisms for his anxiety. This includes fiddling with toys made by his father when he was younger that allow for repetitive movements to help him calm down and focus. He also uses headphones, with which he would sometimes listen to music, including but not limited to symphonies or classical music, a known anxiety reducer, to block out noise and to distract him from painful thoughts and feelings. Though usually averse to being randomly touched by others, if stressed—if he is seeks it or is comfortable with the touch of someone—the feeling and pressure of being held by them would ground and calm him.
Ty is very observant and is able analyze situations, and think of solutions, in a way others typically immediately won't. He wants to be a detective and is an avid fan of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes and other crime stories in general. Ty likes computers—the way they organize patterns so that he can analyze them—and works on programming computers with Livvy. He also loves animals. Though he likes many species, he particularly likes those with wings, such as butterflies, moths, and is especially fond of bees. Ty takes pride in being able to draw insects realistically. He spends a lot of his time outside to bother animals like lizards and squirrels. When he was young, he even hid animals in his room—such as bees and once a rattlesnake—claiming to be studying them and being their friends, which he often got in trouble for, and was also practically inseparable from the stuffed bee he had gotten as a baby.
Ty isn't much for fighting, specifically because he has no interest in it, but when the need arises, and when he feels like it, Ty would pick up a weapon. This is especially defining, as he is SUPPOSED to hunt the night children, but what can you say?
Ty's room is neat and organized. His books were sorted according to color, with his favorite colors near his bed and the ones he didn't like hidden from view in nooks and spaces. Though not arranged in a typical way, Ty knows every book's location by heart. His most loved books, the Sherlock Holmes stories, sit on his bedside table.
History: IDEK... His dad was a vampire hunter, the tradition was passed down, and he lived a relatively normal human life up until then...
Favorite Food/Drink: Pizza, Coffee, Chocolate/Strawberry ice cream, Oreo's
Favorite Color: White or Black (cause one is all the colors and one absorbs all the colors... XD))
Hobbies: Ummm... Vampire Stalker??? XD
Pet Peeves: When people chew their nails/hair, listening to "trashy" music
Loves: Ummm.... vampire hunting, drawing, playing guitar, reading (especially Sherlock Holmes), learning, anything to do with animals, and listening to various types of music, etc.
Vices: NA (he's a generally good kid unless you count killing vampires as bad... XD)
Other: He has a younger sister, Livvy (I'll make her CF later...), and is VERY closely based off of the character of Ty Blackthorn from TDA series by Cassandra Clare
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FOR SHERLOCK RP

Okey dokey, I'm using this one in another RP for a different group, but ah well... (he is a spin-off character but \0/). Anyways:

Name: Sherlock Holmes

Gender: Male

Nationality: British

Date of Birth: Jan 6, 1854 (traditionally), but I hereby declare him to be 25 so that would make it.... Jan 6, 1993

Personality: This is where it gets complicated XD... He has no social graces whatsoever (polite, lying to protect people/make them feel better about themselves? What in the world is that?). To outsiders, he is seemingly emotionless, a bit cruel (though not intentionally, he's mostly just being brutally honest...), and works more along the lines of a machine than a human. He's taught himself to be extremely logical (making him an excellent problem solver), obscenely observant/deductive, and emotionally detached (though he can't seem to shake emotions for close relations/friends/etc.). His favorite place to lives is his head (mind palace technique... It expands the capacity of the human brain... *Google*) so he's generally pensive. He's a definitive pessimist, very pretentious, heedless to rules in general (small, trivial things are obstacles, not guidelines), and often goes through bouts of extreme emotional highs (endless energy and charisma) and lows (pensive, grim, ghostly). In one word: high-functioning sociopath *do your research (; *.

Appearance: Said Character has black hair and blue eyes (though they are said to "change color", often appearing to be a dull silver or deep green *caused by a condition known as heterochromia iridis*). He's tall, especially for his age. As a faster (someone who goes through random bouts of self-inflicted starvation), he is very thin, almost sickly. Native to London, England, of course he's pale XD. Here's the odd part though: while said to be oddly beautiful (high cheekbones, long lashes *the whole nine yards guys, like imagine the absolutely perfect human from a story-book, and ta-dah XD), the flattery is completely lost on said character whom only sees his looks as a tool/ a way to gain desired information (he has no interest in romantic relations at all. Everyone is a pawn in the world-wide game of chess).

Face Claim: idrk... mostly based off of bbc's version of sherlock holmes played by benedict cumberbatch, but not rly... it's like an immensely modified version so it's not that reliable, so... I'll just put reference images at the bottom... :)

Clothing: He's always wrapped up in his trench coat with a button down collared shirt underneath, a pair of black skinny jeans, and some sturdy black combat boots (see image for reference), never to be seen in robes, though he will wear a house scarf/badge/tie/pin/etc. during school hours (99.9% of the time 'cause he's a little heedless to rules. Just a little... XD).

Occupation: Student/Consulting Detective XD

History: Sherlock hates digging up the past, so SORRY. You'll have to RP to find out and push just the right buttons XD

Family: Both parents deceased, one older brother by the name of Mycroft Holmes whom is seven years older than his little brother

Favorite Color: Any form of blue, pitch black

Favorite food/drink: Tea (not stereotyping, just being honest), dark chocolate

Loves: Mystery, solving problems, solitude, education, animals, horseback riding, rain (water in general?...), and snow

Hates: Social situations, people who can't keep up with his thought process, being called "freak" (a frequent nickname) or psychopath (he's a sociopath and refuses to be otherwise labeled), and astrology (he doesn't know that the earth revolves around the sun so...), what he deems as "pointless information" as it makes it harder for him to think clearly, romantic relationships XD, people that pry into his past/secrets

Hobbies: Reading, writing, horseback riding, playing the violin (excellently may I add), experimenting, doodling in textbooks, and other forms of art (painting, drawing, etc.).

Nicknames: freak, psychopath, Holmes, Idiot (used as a friendly reference by no other than Watson)

Other: NA

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(If I missed anything, I apologize. This was literally copied from my other group RP where I used Sher. originally and then edited to fit this one so there XD)

FOR VAMPIRE RP

Name: Livia Lockwood
Nicknames: Livvy, Livs, or Liv
Gender: Female
Age: August 12, 2003 (Age 15)
Nationality: United States (California)
Occupation: School
Species: Human
Appearance: Livvy has the trademark blue-green eyes and brown, loosely curling hair of her family. These traits set her greatly apart from her twin brother, Ty, who does not maintain these characteristic traits (he's quite an oddball XD).
Face Claim: Emily Rudd
Clothing: Anything light, comfortable, girly and stylish. Livvi is the type of girl who is practical, and doesn't really care about what other people think, but fashion is something she genuinely enjoys so she tries to stay in touch with the latest trends.
Personality:Livia is fiercely protective of the people she cares about. When Tiberius makes friends, Livia is constantly worried that Ty may get hurt. This is also evident during fights, where she often moves to protect Tiberius (if she is around). She is strong and brave, and more than willing to put herself at risk if it means her loved ones will be safe.
Livia is greatly inspired by her father. She planned to become a vampire hunter when she got older, wanting to be like him, but it was not to be, as the job is typically passed to male inheritance.
When her parents were not around, she felt like she must be in charge and stepped up to that role.
Livia is very mischievous and often gets up to high jinks with Tiberius. This includes messing with their family members/friends, spying on people, and going to places they knew they shouldn't go.
She is imaginative, being able to come up with dramatic scenarios just by observing people, and a bit of a romantic.
History: Normal human upbringing, yada-yada-yada... so on and so forth. Wants to be a vampire hunter... IDK... XD
Favorite Food/Drink: Raspberry Sweet Tea, Chocolate Chip Pancakes, Blueberry Muffins, Coffee, Milk Chocolate
Favorite Color: Soft, pastel Yellow
Hobbies: Reading, writing, singing, drawing, designing, match-making, etc.
Pet Peeves: A large number of things. Livvy is quite girly with a dominant warrior side, so many things come as an annoyance including cowardice, chewed fingernails, and emotional indifference.
Loves: fashion, blogging, social media, beauty tips, books, animals, physical combat training, etc.
Vices: She's a definite rule breaker, rebel, and trouble maker, despite her harmless appearance.
Other: Ty's twin
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FOR HUNGER GAMES RP

Name: Leita Alexander
Nicknames: Leita, Alex, or Fawnna
Gender: Female
Age: September 21, 2234 (Age 16)
Nationality: Panem/District 1
Occupation: Student/Fashion Designer/Model
Species: Human
Appearance: Fawnna is a beautiful young girl with waves of subtly red/blonde hair and bright blue eyes (a rare combination). She has a splash of dark, well defined freckles across her cheeks and nose like the spots of a fawn. Coupled with her soft expression and wide, imploring gaze, her nickname suits her well.
Face Claim: NA
Clothing: Living in district 1 gives Fawnna a large variety of clothing options. Up to wearing just about anything, she's learned not to complain about uncomfortable clothes and is no stranger to the expression "beauty is pain."
Personality: Despite the belief that redheads tend to have a bit of a fiery attitude, Fawnna is actually quite mellow. She is soft spoken, and would rather hide in her room unnoticed than disturb anyone. However, when she has an off day, the mystic fire can most definitely consume her easy going self completely, leaving a snarky, fearless girl of fire behind, ready to burn anyone who stands in her way.
History: Fawnna grew up in district 1 as the daughter of a wealthy seamstress and jewelry maker, secretly helping her mother design most of her clothing and accessories. In fact, she often feels like she is invisible, staying in her room designing rather than running about with the other kids her age like most people. She dislikes the flashy, privileged lifestyle of her district, and thus tries to escape it when she can. Her father is a tailor and works alongside Fawnna's mother, also benefiting from Fawnna's creative designs, comfortable with his daughter's decision to stay out of the spotlight.
In general, a quiet life.
Favorite Food/Drink: Salad, fish, rabbit, crab legs, strawberry smoothies, etc.
Favorite Color: Sea-foam Blue, Coral, lime green, and pale yellow/orange
Hobbies: Designing, sewing, reading, sketching, etc.
Pet Peeves: The entitlement of her home district
Loves: nature, books, art, etc.
Vices: Fawnna has a habit of scratching at the back of her left hand when nervous, often scraping and scaring the skin.
Other: NA
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FOR 1x1 RP w/ TJ (May Be Used for Others)
Other RP Uses: TBD

Name: Cecily Herondale (borrowing this ID character ^-^)
Nicknames: December, Cecy
Gender: Female
Age: November 30, 2000 (Age 18)
Nationality: Wales/Welsh
Occupation: Student (college)
Species: Human
Appearance: Cecily is a very beautiful young woman, with gleaming black hair and startling dark blue eyes, traits she shares with her mother and brother. She has pale skin, high cheekbones, and full lips. She is also quite slim/petite, contributing to her semblance of defenselessness, and is often assumed to be fragile and delicate, surprising people with her strength because of it.
Bearing a striking resemblance to her brother, Will (to be created later), she has been described as "pretty as Will is handsome." Their similarities have been described as unnerving, as both look almost exactly like each other in their youth, particularly when both look peaceful, and even when they scowl.
Face Claim: Emily Rudd
Clothing: Cecily is always changing her style. Cutting her hair, cleaning out and replacing her entire clothset. You name it. She may be sweet and feminine one day and a tomboy the next. All in attempt to hide the scars of her past.
History: Born in 1863, Cecily is the youngest of the three children of Linette and Edmund Herondale. Cecily and her siblings were raised in Wales, believing that the earth were covered in monsters. When she was nine years old, her older sister, Ella (not making a folder for her as she is dead), died of poison, never to be heard from again. For reasons she could not understand then, Will, racked with guilt and fear, ran away from home and went to London. Three years after, when her father lost their family's house and fortune through gambling and drinking, they were forced to move to York, where they were offered them a manor in Ravenscar.
Cecily and her parents never really forgot about Will, and vice versa, though Will rarely talked about his past.
After almost two years of living in peace and isolation in the country manor in Yorkshire (Cecily and her family Will having been gone for six years at the time), Will found his family while on a job, seeing Cecily, in particular, coming home to the manor one morning, though this wasn't quite the bit of happy news...
Cecily insisted, through letters, that Will should be there himself and return to them if he truly cared, knowing, deep down, that Will missed her, though he never would return.
A few years after, Cecily decided to go to London, determined to return home with Will. It was not as she expected, however, since Will did not take her arrival very well.
Cecily never did return to her decrepit, failing parents and home, staying with her brother for four months before taking off to college, a new and exciting experience. Though she still had too many skeletons in her clothset...
Favorite Food/Drink: Blueberry or chocolate muffins, Coffee, and Peppermint Tea...
Favorite Color: The deep blue at the center of a blue pansy flower, lavender, mint green, and coral
Hobbies: Reading, horseback riding, singing, drawing, dancing, and listening to music.
Pet Peeves: Being told that, as a girl, she's bound to be weak and naive, hates insects
Loves: Animals (literally all of them), mints, chocolate, winter months (especially December, as it begins the day AFTER she was born), fresh grass, and nature in general
Vices: Self harm (for the purposes of original rp though not so for any others), A very stubborn personality, Not knowing when to quit/let things go...
Other: Yes, this is VERY closely based upon Cassandra Clare's characters from the Infernal Devices... XD
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FOR 1x1 RP w/ KIM (May Be Used In Others???)
OTHER RP USES: TBD

Name: Lucifer lux Zadkiel
Nicknames: Ash
Gender: Male
Age: 18 (December 1, 2000)
Nationality: American
Occupation: Demon Hunting
Species: Angelic/Nephilim
Appearance: Silver. Just, silver. Very pale, and very silver...
Face Claim: NA
Clothing: Black leather jacket, loose-fitting u-neck black shirt, black close fitting pants, and black leather boots with metal cleating
Personality: Very, very sarcastic, Ash may be one to never take anything seriously. On the outside. Inside, he's a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions, jumbled up from his past experiences and present situations alike; random, meaningless thoughts included. He's quite the outgoing, snarky, arrogant type in social situations but chastises himself for such behaviour behind closed doors. In other words, nothing is as it seems. He keeps a lot of walls, weapons, and armour between himself and the people he comes into contact with: especially those he cares for.
History: To quote the RP for which he was created... 'The world seemed to swing on its axis, tilting unsteadily as Charlotte stared at the still, pale figure in the infirmary, intent on bringing her to her knees. It wasn't that the sight was frightening, or even alarming, but it was, indeed, startling to see one event for the second time. True, the first had been quite different, but that did not ease the wave of dayshavoo that passed over Charlotte's head, jolting her at her roots.
Somehow, she had failed to notice that Terry had entered the room, quiet as he was, and she shook her head at herself when she jumped, startled. She knew, as was the typical occurrence, that he was there to help in any way possible, but help wasn't really necessary True, the girl would need some blankets and probably some food for when she woke up, just to make her feel better...
Well, then, Terry was quite the cook; better than Charlotte anyway.
"Terry, would you mind..." she stopped, shaking her head.
What was the best food for this matter?
Even after all of this time, Charlotte didn't know. Ash never seemed to complain, had just woken from feverish sleep and supplied the room with a good dose of dry, sarcastic humor and a cold shoulder, an icy glare, but Ash... Ash was difficult, touchy almost. Just as you thought you were getting close to something, anything at all, he cast you back out a million miles away, stranded in a dark universe where he was the sun and you were just one tiny, stranded astronaut.
The only planet seemed to be Terry, and even planets were distant, though Terr was probably the closest, like Mercury.
She remembered, vaguely, why that may be, but she couldn't be sure. Ash had never shared a motive for taking the boy in, not even so much as a bland explanation or recall of events, but here he was and here he would stay. If she had to guess, the kid had probably been mistreated, tossed out and pummeled by the people who were supposed to protect him: it was the only thing she could think of. Likely it was, too, for it was so close to Ash's own predicament that it just might have punched a whole in his armor. Perhaps.
The past was hardly worth revisiting.
"Would you mind making Miss..." she didn't know the girl's name she realised, motioning toward the girl instead, "our... visitor? Some soup and toast or crackers, whatever you would prefer?"
She sensed, vaguely, that her tone was flat, her gaze far off, but history seemed to be flooding into the room, drowning her in memories, repeating itself all over again. She may have gone into something akin to shock, but she would be alright.
Slowly, she went to the foot of the bed, turning from the only other lively presence in the room, and opened the small chest that stood there, grabbing a handful of woollen covers and then laying them, folded, on the edge of the mattress Carefully, as though handling fine china, she folded the poor girl's wings, blindingly white and sprinkled with black, toward her body, imagining a small snap, a tiny, sharp inhale from a body other than her own, a black feather falling to the floor, a tiny movement followed by a muttered curse, a sharp "watch your mouth," falling from her lips automatically. Of course, all of this was simply in her head, she had learned better by now, so she moved to cover the still form before her with two of the four blankets, leaving the others on the edge, ready for use if needed.
Big, blue eyes flashed before her, and she sat on the bed just opposite the ghostly figure, watching the vision come into focus, black hair and a smile following, running feet, a dagger flying through the air, end over end, to hit the center of the target perfectly, wobbling slightly as the momentum left it for the air around it, singing in protest of being buried.
"Extraordinary," she heard herself breath in disbelief, though, in the present, she sat quite still and silent, "here, try a broad sword."
Weapon after weapon hit the mark, the eight year old before her, grinning eagerly and glancing back for her approval.
And then the vision changed, shifting to a Clave meeting, the Inquisitor before her, one eyebrow raised in aprehension.
"I highly doubt..."
"You weren't there," she pleaded, "you wouldn't know. This isn't the answer. You'd be killing the best warrior or the next generation; it's murder."
A strong, motherly instinct had filled her then, and the words had slipped out of their own accord, unwilling to be held back:
"You will not touch my son."
True, the child of which she spoke was not hers, but it was close enough to being true, a tiny baby she had been told was her institute's new charge, the doubtful, questioning look she had given the figure who now stood before her, proposing the slaughter of what had turned into a living, breathing, loving individual.
"Oh, but I will," the Inquisitor challenged, eyes narrowing, "or someone may do it for me, but he must fall. He is an abomination. Things like him were never meant to exist."
'Things' had been emphasised, spit out like venom.
The vision floated away, replaced by a little ten year old, holding a small box of powder, some kind of medication, giving her an odd look.
"Do I have to?"
"Unless you want the Clave to take you away..."
"No! No, not that."
"Then put some in a glass of water and away you go."
A rufling of ebony hair, a small grin in return.
The image floated away, a new one taking its place:
Dark hair, blue eyes, both struck through with silver now, the sight shockingly beautiful and terribly ugly at the same time.
A new image, replacing the old so fast that Charlotte's head swam:
"No, no, no... you can't..."
"Mom!" distant, pleading, "Mom?!"
"Let him go, please, he... nothing you've predicted has been accurate. No wings, no odd desire to kill everyone. You..."
"We are doing what is right, Charlotte, the boy will be fine. He will be back, but he needs time in the Silent City."
"In a prison, in a cell, in the dark, chained in..."
"No, in a room, in the light, receiving the training he needs. We aren't barbarians. You know that."
Years later, waiting anxiously by the door, one thought running through her mind:
"Five years, it's been five years."
A knock resound through the empty building, echoing through the corridors, words are mumbled, and the door is pushed open by a representative of the Clave, only those of Shadowhunter blood able to enter unless invited inside.
A fifteen year old spirit flits into the room, looks at her uncertainty, and shrinks back toward the shadowy wall, all but a pair of sharp, guarded eyes disappearing into the dark.
"Za..."
"Don't."
A small crack in her heart, and she looks to the stranger for help.
He only stands like a statue and then nods stiffly as a way of pardoning his existence before turning to leave.
That was the first time Ash had been distant, cold hearted, and the progression hadn't stopped there:
Nights were spent jarred awake by horrid, frightened screams, only to be flinched away from when offering consulence.
The training room went unused for months, the first and last time in five years they had stepped into it together ending in a flash of silver and mutilated dummies, shattered targets, and a great sense of dread that built in Charlotte's chest until she felt like weeping.
Indeed, they had killed her son, her baby, for he was now a machine that killed and trained in an endless, vicious cycle, all traces of the black haired, blue eyed child gone, faded with time.
The only positive outcome had been the music: sweet, soft violin that floated, hauntingly, down the corridors throughout the night and well into the morning.
Then the piano, the harp, even the tuba.
It was then that Charlotte had simply filled a room with instruments and conveniently left the door wide open, claiming that it had always been there when an awestruck, smiling teenager had questioned her the next day.
The only smiles produced now were cold, cruel, and sharp, pointed like razors.
The present snapped back into place, and Charlotte wiped at her eyes, hastily, noting the tears that had escaped from unseeing eyes.
And, again, she scolded herself for being weak.'
As for the name... 'Charlotte had told him why each was so, once, and only once:
"Lucifer was said to be the most beautiful and talented, the most perfect, of God's angels. He brought light and music, but he had his own ideas, his own path, separate from what was deemed as righteous, and he was cast out from the only home he had ever known, inherently due to his own evil. From the day you came to me they were set on your destruction, the section of your life, but such was not to be. You know that they shun you, condemn you to be evil, but I'd like to think that you would pick the light, beautiful side of what your name stands for. Thus, Lux, meaning 'light' in Latin, the eldest and, supposedly, most divine of languages. And, finally, Zadkiel for the mercy I hope you show us when you know true freedom; the benevolence I hope you will find within those who come to shape your life. And that is why you are named of angels and demons, good and evil, for the prince of darkness."
True, he hadn't understood it at the time, being only five years old, but he had come to respect such reasoning over time, knowing his bloodlines, nearly deeming it ironic when, alas, he had gained wings, the true mark of the angels. He understood it now, but that didn't mean he had to like it, accept it, bow beneath it. What was left of 'Zadkiel' was now an empty shell of a teenage boy, tempered in the forges of his people and burned within their furnaces.
And then there was 'Ash'.
He was much more interesting; less vulnerable.'
Favorite Food/Drink: Anything and everything, especially if he doesn't have to cook it for himself
Favorite Color: NA
Hobbies: Demon hunting, training to kill things, and playing various instruments...
Pet Peeves: Cleaning, he HATES cleaning XD
Loves: Walks, darkness, music, etc.
Vices: Oh not much... Just anything that will get him into trouble...
Other: Used Ash Morgenstern by Cassandra Clare for appearance reference... and character inspiration... XD But they're far from the same obviously...
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Pending Character...

Pending Character...

Name: Dorian Grey
Nickname: Nox
Gender: Male
Age: 486 (Born: April 5,1563)
Nationality: French
Occupation: NA
Species: Vampire
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