Blood and Smoke

(Awesome!! ^.^ I'll seeabput getting up a charrie when I can, I have a busy day today x)

Name: Nicholai Fedorov, Nicholai of Lyria
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Human
Occupation(s): Witcher, dog-sitter
Description: A tall, 6'5 height with a more so lean figure. Dark, coal-colored hair that goes down to his lower back, and is always tied back in either a ponytail or a braid. Below thick brows, Nicholai's eyes are a surprising electric blue and framed by long, dark lashes. He has a number of scars from his career, his most noticeable one being a cut from above his right brow, down to the bottom of his jaw on the same side of his face. Most of his other scars are cuts made by himself to draw blood used to make sigils and traps during some hunts. 

Personality: Nicholai was raised to be a killer, but not all killers are inherently violent. He's the type to observe before acting, which makes him different from most Witchers. Unlike most, he realizes that there are good and peaceful wraiths, witches, weres and so on. He only goes after what he knows are bad beings. As a person though, he's quite civil and fiercely loyal to anyone who manages to befriend him. Even though, along with his gruff nature, he's nice and social to most, that doesn't mean he's open to being friends with everyone. Having very few actual friends, it takes a lot of time to bond with him. Once you do though, it's for life.

History: Nicholai hails from a long, long line of Russian Witchers (his mother was an American though), so of course he takes to the family business. He's the only one who recognizes that not all witches are monsters though, and has been known to spare a handful from time to time. When he was 14, he was accepted into Lyria Academy, located in a settlement of the same name, Lyria. It is, because Smokey said so, one of the top hunter academies in the world. Along with actual/"regular" classes, the academy has courses on a number of supernatural things. Graduating second in his year at age 21, the top three students earn the title "of Lyria" in sense that they're like champions for their people. Killing evil, saving babies, that sort of thing. Now, he lives and works at his own pace, glad to ease up after three years of rigorous work and study.

Likes: Successful hunts, babies, dogs, scary movies (favorite is "IT"), painting/art, classical music, rock music, his collection of Russian nesting dolls, mangos, being lazy

Dislikes: Unsuccessful hunts, idiots, cats, specifically romantic movies, people who hate babies, messes, death metal, screamo, freeloaders, 

Facts

• Nicholai isn't here for your bullsh*t
• Nicholai has been hunting since he was seven
• His first kill wasn't actually a witch, but an adolescent Hellhound
• Speaks fluent Russian, English and Spanish
• Has a pet male chimpanzee named Alder, having found him abandoned and wounded while on a hunt. Turns out, Alder was a Familiar being targeted by other chimps probably cause he was seen as a "freak." Alder is now 5 years old.
• Allergic to stupid people
• He can easily be bribed with mangos
• Only lets close, close friends or family call him "Nicky", or anything besides Nicholai
• Nicholai's full name roughly translates to "God's gift of victory"
• Nicholai is demisexual

• Two pistols (bullets are both blessed and made of silver)
• A large sword. It isn't something he commonly uses, but it's a Witcher tradition to have one.
• Whatever tools/traps needed for select creatures, along with whatever he can get his hands on as a last resort

Kill List

• Countless bad witches
• 1 dragon (adolescent)
• 2 trolls
• 1 Hellhound
• 19 werewolves
• 42 demons
• 13 humans
• 1 Thunderbird
• 27 vampires
• 2 angels

Name: Igursus the Northern Flame
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Species: Demon, first Fire Elemental
Occupation(s): King of the Elemental Pantheon, restauranteur
Elemental Description Human Description: Igursus' human form is 5'11, with black skin and deep brown eyes. His figure is thin, but he's actually quite strong. Hair is cut short, a little over an inch. He has scarring from fights in human form before his ascension into a Fire Elemental, the most noticeable one being a nasty section of burning on the right side of his ribcage, the flesh so damaged that you can still see his ribs through the too-thin veil of scar tissue. For clothes, he tends to dress casual except for special occasions, unlike his brother. However, most think he walks around his house naked altogether, because it takes him so damn long to answer the door.

Personality: Despite being a demon, Igursus is actually quite a teddy bear. To those who manage to gain his friendship anyway. However, he's king of his Pantheon for a reason, having wrestled the spot from his brother, Ouros. Teddy bear or not, he likes to be on top (in more ways than one ;3) and is a natural leader. A leader protects their own, which he will do fiercely until he is simply unable. His protective ferocity burns as vicious as hellfire, and heaven help you if you're on the receiving end of his anger. If you want to live through the wrath of his full power, you'll need to be a powerful water, ice or snow elemental. To those he cares about, he is still a little strict, but he is much more lenient. 

History: An evil warlock was leading a dark army against an army of good magical creatures. The warlock cast a dark spell on a mountain. Then, the mountain broke apart in halves. The southern half became Ouros, who rejected the bad energy. The northern half got up and started walking as Igursus, who received all the negative energy of the spell. Igursus was slave to the evil warlock for many millennia until he couldn't handle it anymore. One day, when they were on a volcano to collect Firebird eggs, he threw himself into the volcano. The demon didn't die though, but was reborn through fire, having absorbed the magma's heat and flame. He crawled out of the volcano and ate his master. After that, he built his own life. Some years later, after Ouros formed the Elemental Pantheon, the two titans fought for the spot of king. Ouros' strength was no match for Igursus' raging spirit.

Likes: Sushi, fire, Indian food, expensive things, quiet areas, summer, his Pantheon

Dislikes: Water, ice, snow, cold things, members of his Pantheon in danger, loud noises, pickles, winter

Facts

• Igursus has yet to claim a mate to lead his Pantheon with him
• Igursus is homosexual
• He can't drink pure water. It has to be some kind of drink like soda, juice and so on or he'll get sick
• Has a pet male Firebird (not Phoenix) named Neo
• He owns a chain of higher-end restaurants
• Refuses to eat fast-food
• Cares too much once he befriends you
• When invoked, he may not always respond and go to the summoner
• Like the top-tier Elementals, he can change his size while in his firey form without having to be near masses of his element.

Name: Ouros the Southern Mountain
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Species: Golem/Witch, first Earth Elemental
Occupation(s): Igursus' secretary, member of the Elemental Pantheon
Elemental Description
Human Description: Ouros' human form is 5'6 in height, and made up of creamy, porcelain-white skin devoid of any scarring. Unlike his bulky elemental form, he's quite slender, with features that can easily get him mistaken for a female. The fact that he's an absolute peacock doesn't help either. His eyes are a bright, somewhat baby-blue color, and his hair is a soft blonde mane that goes just past his shoulder blades. For clothing, he absolutely refuses to wear anything that's dirty or even slightly wrinkled before he's even put it on. He tends to wear nicer clothes, but not all the time.

Personality: Ouros is a little too trusting sometimes with everyone, but that doesn't mean he's a complete simpleton. If he knows he's being taken advantage of, he will break ties. Despite being quite intelligent though, he can be quite clumsy sometimes and messes things up when not in serious situations. However, when he needs to be serious, he will be. Even though he doesn't look it, he's a powerful entity that bends the very ground you stand on to his will. And this power is usually only used for defence. Very rarely does he make the first move.

History: After that warlock cast magic on that mountain, it came to life as two living souls. And one of them, Ouros, thought quicker and smarter, rejecting the dark energy and damning his "brother", Igursus. He fought the evil legions, and was allowed to leave after. The leader of the good army, an enchantress, blessed Ouros and simply said that he was no-one's yet. So, he left. However, he one day got caught in a cave-in while sleeping in a cave. It was caused by something that remains unknown to him. The rocks fell on him, crushing his still fragile form. The enchantress' blessing saved his life though, allowing him to take energy from the powerful earth, to speak to it and command it to move. The first Earth Elemental. Because of this, he formed the Elemental Pantheon, to welcome others like him. Even his brother, though the two of them fought later, and Ouros lost his spot as king.

Likes: Rocks, instrumental music, not being up too high, puppies or teacup dogs

Dislikes: Being up too high, cats, mean people, spiders, gross foods or environments

Facts

• Ouros doesn't really have a label for his sexual preferences. If he likes you, he likes you. No matter what you are.
• He has an addiction to peanut brittle
• He preens himself constantly for people, but he's never actually been on a date (He actually can't even flirt to save his life)
• He likes to ice skate
• Like the top-tier Elementals, he can change his size while in his earthen form without having to be near masses of his element.
  
• Ouros 95% of the time will come when invoked
• (Possibly WIP)

Name: Keeper of the Books
Human Name: Billy
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Species: Unknown
Occupation(s): Being the weird homeless guy you always seem to see everywhere

Human Description: A 6'1 height with light brown, chocolate skin, and a skinny frame with its own small set of muscle. He has horrible burn scars on his figure, including part of his face, his neck, shoulder, chest and back. For hair, he has a bed of silky brown curls that he takes pride in maintaining. If he has any other clothes, he's probably hiding them somewhere, because you'll almost always see him wear the same thing, which is a t-shirt, jeans, and an old black trench coat. 

Other Known Descriptions


Personality: Billy can be seen as either childish, or just very thoughtful. And, put a huge amount of creativeness to add onto that, a part of him that manifested onto a paper, as Billy adores writing. Among all that, he's quite nice, and is always willing to make a new friend. It is almost impossible to anger him or change his constantly happy and shy personality. He's just about the sweetest guy you could meet. However, if you somehow manage to anger him, you'll soon be very, very sorry. The cute ones are always the most dangerous.

History: His birth origins are unknown, because of his tendency to change forms. However, those signature purple eyes of his signal to many that he's the Keeper. A good portion of religions have some sort of scribe. Some creature that records down the history of said religion. But what about whay came first, and everything after? That's the task of the Keeper of the Books. The first author, recording down what happened everywhere, not just for a select group or culture. And through this, along with collecting books, he has created an absolutely legendary library. If you want to know something, find the Keeper's library. And through reading and writing many things, he has learned to be accepting and fair to all who are willing to act as such in turn. Even then, there were many who wanted the knowledge he stored for themselves. One of them being Igursus. The king of the Elemental Pantheon wanted one of the Keeper's books on where Lightbreaker was locked away, and how to free him. The Keeper refused, and they fought, both badly wounded, though Igursus was forced to flee. Before he could return, the Keeper used magic to hide his library, move it somewhere else as well as go into hiding himself. 

Likes: Books, writing, any kind of stories, winter and snow, having company, owls

Dislikes: Being alone, fire, Igursus, thieves,


Facts

• Billy is a little more hesitant to accept the company of men due to nearly being burnt alive by one
• Despite that, he leans more toward being homosexual
• He has a pet male Great Gray Owl named Stone
• He's close friends with the famous scribes Thoth and Metatron
• Even though he can shapeshift, his eyes can't change color
• Billy is able to copy and store someone's powers, memories and appearance through a simple touch. From a brush, to much more... intimate things
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(Alrighty, and congrats on the job! :3)

(Okay x3)

(That's fine x3 I'll probably be editing my description as well as we go along.)

((Do you want more characters before we start, or to just start and add to above posts with new charries as we go?))

((Same really :') we'll do that then! Do you want to start things slow, meeting at the coffee shop or something, or start with a bit of excitement, like maybe zephyr or Nicholai are in trouble?))

((He tends to avoid them so the nastier ones are likely to hunt him down, his family is generally branded as traitorous despite the fact he was only like 7 at the time x'D we'll do that then, I'll have him be trapped or smthn))

Zephyr couldn't draw enough breath into his lungs to sustain his pained chest, each footfall heavy and weakening his already shaking legs. He'd been running for nearly a half hour straight, trying to lose his pursuers in the maze of his city, but they'd kept on his tail.
Tired and his mind weary, he made a wrong turn, and ended up in a back alley with a dead end.
His eyes widened with horror and he turned to face the opening of the alley, pressing himself back into the shadows and covering his mouth with his hand to muffle his heavy breathing; listening.
Silence... long, drawn out. Only the consistent pattering of rain spitting down from black clouds above, and his heart beating in his aching chest.
And then footsteps. They'd found him. Terrified, he pressed himself as far back as he could, each footstep towards him a death sentence. He reached for his only weapon- his keys, sliding them silently between his fingers, and waited for his assailants to get him.
Three hooded figures stepped around the corner- knives glinting in the dull moonlight- and smiled to see their prey, trembling like a deer caught in a trap.

The one he'd hit yelped, while the second hissed painfully at seeing their dead friend, before flinging black powder to the floor, which exploded. When the powder faded, they were gone, and Zephyr was left trembling against the wall, unable to control his panicked breathing as he stared, wide-eyed, at the new killer in front of him. He just couldn't catch a break today. He slid down the wall, fringe falling over his eyes as his chest heaved for oxygen.

'I don't want to tell you.' Zephyr croaked, clearly terrified for his life. 'Listen, man, I work in a coffee shop for a living and I go to uni- I can barely even do sigil magic, and we all know that's the weakest kind there is. Just- let me go home? I'm cold, I'm wet, I'm scared, I just want to sleep.' He burst into tears right then and there, so drained emotionally that he couldn't control it, and began to sob.

It took Zephyr a few moments to calm down, body trembling as he stared at him. 'Witchers don't discriminate who they hunt.' He said, voice breaking slightly as he sat up, rubbing the tears from his eyes, before shakily climbing to his feet, wrapping his arms around his body. He looked very confused. 'Why would you be any different after hundreds of years of killing us?'

'I can't even do a luck spell.' He mumbled. 'Doubt I could do anything else.'
He watched him go, still shaking violently from the encounter, before finally shaking up the courage to go home and rest.

The next day he was at the cafe, the quaint, rustic little place busy, with a sweet, relaxed atmosphere. He served up a few coffees then leaned against his counter, sighing slowly. He was exhausted- not that that was any different- but he was still confused about his weird saviour from the night before, struggling to comprehend he was still walking.

'Zephyr, you look like a whirlwind blew in here. Ever hear of brushing your hair?' Drawled a woman's voice, a lovely scent of vanilla wafting through the shop. A tall woman walked in, maybe only 20 years old, with the same fair skin and strange dusty blonde hair of Zephyr.
'You're one to talk, Edana.' Zephyr replied, looking up at his windswept sister.
'Point is, it suits me.' She replied, grinning, before leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek. 'I sense a witcher.' She mumbled, before pulling back, wearing the same wide smile. 'I'll have a mocha. Extra chocolate.'
'Yep.' Zephyr replied, sharp gaze glancing around the room until he found him. He sucked in a soft breath and turned away, making his sisters drink and trying to not let the worst thoughts come to mind. Hey, the guy might just want coffee.

Zephyr hummed softly in response. He didn't appear scared of Nicholai here- clearly, this cafe was a protected space. There were probably sigils and wards everywhere to defend those within its walls. No violence nor bloodshed could be spilled in this cafe.
He passed his sister the mocha, then got to work on Nicholai's order. 'You don't sound like you're from here.'