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GaiaName: Minnta Aloripma
Name: Salem Ravensdale
Species: Witch
Age: Looks young, but is 346
Living Arrangements: She lives in a small apartment in the bad part of town. Currently lives alone
Bio&Personality: Salem was born in the small village of Fiddlesworth, England in 1666. She was completely normal except for the two pupils in her yellow left eye, and no matter where she went, misfortune seemed to follow in her wake. She was eventually chased out of the village at the age of eight and somehow made it to London where she lived on the streets trying to hide her left eye. She was found by an older witch and taught how to control and use her powers and her ability to transform into a small, blond cat with the same mismatched gaze of her human form. The two witches had to keep traveling every few years since their bodies had stopped aging and people growing suspicious, and eventually moved to the town of Salem in the Americas in 1689. They had lived there for three peaceful years until the now famous Salem witch trials of 1692. Salem, who had been going by the name Mary at the time, managed to escape, but her mentor and mother figure wasn't so lucky and was killed. She constantly traveled after that, never allowing herself to stay in one place to long until she came to this town and finally decided to stay for a bit. She wears a blue contact to hide her telltale left eye. She's a generally cheerful person who likes to pull the occasional prank, but is a little skittish around Christian clergy and doesn't like to go inside churches due to bad memories.
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GaiaName: Creamsicle Bunnies
Name: Camille Vanilla Fortuna
Species: Human but has a quarter fae blood in her
Age: Seventeen
Living Arrangements: A small loft on top of the town’s bookstore; lives with her busy mother
Bio&Personality: Camille was a child blessed with the love of both her parents who had desperately wanted themselves a baby. Born out of love, Camille grew up to be a gentle one, friendly, free-spirited and imaginative. However, doused with magical blood attracts quite a lot of unwanted misfortune it seems and bad luck decided to pay her a visit, causing her father to die in a mugging. The two had mourned for years until both got back on their feet, Camille going to school regularly and her mother getting a promotion. Her mother ended up getting busier at her job as a business woman and worked more often to pay off the bills, debt, and expenses and such. Eventually, the two had to move to another town in a small loft over the town’s tiny bookstore, though it’s not like her mother is home most of the time, being that she is always on a business trip every other week. But Camille doesn’t mind, used to being alone and is quite understanding, though she gets depressed at times. Had it not been for the way she was raised, Camille probably would’ve ended up a brat with either a rebellious mentality or a wall flower with no backbone. However, Camille is far from that.
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GaiaName: Creamsicle Bunnies
Name: Ren Edgar Winterbourne
Species: Vampire
Age: 122 otherwise he plays it as a nineteen year old
Living Arrangements: Currently renting out a room but is looking for a more suitable living arrangement
Bio&Personality: Ren is otherwise very young for his race, a child almost. He isn’t a pureblood, no, he’d be royalty if that were the case and purebloods are hard to come by. His blood is muddied with some small portion of human in there. Nonetheless, his mother was a noble soul, teaching Ren everything to know of his vampirism. His father was practically nonexistent, always delving deep into his work as a writer and thus neglected his family. Eventually, Ren’s parents were killed in a fire when the country decided to purge its people. But his life isn’t one of a sob story nor of hardship. By the time his parent's died, Ren was a bit older and mature, and so accepted their deaths. In the end, he used his parent’s leftover money to support him while and began working menial jobs as an assistant to some higher up in some big business at the time. When everyone ended up dying out, he kept hopping around; trying to go around unnoticed being that he stopped aging. He came into town around two years ago, supposing he’d stay until he found nothing else interesting left.

He is rather quiet, one that doesn’t speak much and chooses his words wisely. But don’t mistake him from shy since he is actually quite playful. He is quite a devoted, loyal type. However, Ren tends to have a temper and can be aggressive at times. He doesn’t get fidgety around blood, no, but has strong desires often enough so that he needs to drink blood at least once a week. When he drinks the blood of a human, most of the time, they can’t remember they even got bit; his saliva able to heal up the puncture wound on that account.
Unlike the movies, he is not vulnerable to light. However, he does have a distaste for garlic and of course, it'd hurt like hell to be decapitated.
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GaiaName: Miss Emni Rose
Name: Katherine Elizabeth Monroe
Species: Ghost
Age: She was born in 1954, but died in 1972 at the age of eighteen, and does not age as a ghost.
Living Arrangements: Katherine lives in the attic of her old childhood home, where her now elderly parents still live. However, they are unaware of her.
Bio&Personality: Katherine, or Katie, was a normal girl. She was kind, smart, and polite. Even on a bad day, she would always be ready to offer a soft shoulder and a compassionate ear. However, all that changed only a few months after her birthday. It was night, and there had been a fight in a bar downtown only a fews hours earlier, with one man ending up dead and the other running from the police. Katie always slept with her window open, so that she could see the stars clearly as she slept, and there was never a problem. But that night, the fugitive man found his way to her block, and, seeing a chance for temporary escape, crept into her room as she slept. Being a light sleeper, she woke up, and he killed her before she could call for help. Katie doesn't know why she didn't 'move on,' she jst woke to find herself a ghost. She looks exactly as she did in life, except for the twelve bloody stab wounds in her chest, and the fact that she is nearly transparent. Her opacity varies depending on the lighting and her mood.
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GaiaName: RosesOfDeathYetFullOfLife
Name: Star
Species: A star (one of the last few living)
Age: Unknown
Living Arrangements: Within the skies, on the clouds or along the rays of light..
Bio&Personality: Being a star, she laid in the many skies of Earth and every other planet as she lived in the space of the many universes of life. Her being a simple being of life, she lived a life of nothing. Her past with her family but faint memories, and she drifted the space and skies of each planet. On the skies of Earth, those who saw her drift along the skies started to wish upon her and for some she granted them. After awhile, she remained in the skies of Earth and by using her power she granted the wishes of humans. One wish was for her to be in human form and be friends with a young boy who simply desired a friend. And so, she transformed herself in a being of a young teenage girl so the two could be friends. That boy's life has long past and now she walks the Earth using her powers and abilities to help others to their desires and that of own.
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GaiaName: tears_give_me_wings
Name: Felicity Meyers
Species: unicorn
Age: 16
Living Arrangements: Felicity lives with her adoptive mother and father. In their house.
Bio&Personality:  Felicity is shy and rather sulky. She doesn't talk much because she doesn't usually have much to say. Felicity was born as a healthy baby girl but, she wasn't normal, she was a unicorn. Her first appearance was as a human but, as she grew older she showed signs of her heritage. At random times she would transform into a unicorn. She spent the first five years of her life until her birth mother had enough of her daughters scary transformations, and threw Felicity out of her house out on to the street. She was picked up by the police and put in foster care where her adoptive parents adopted her. Her adoptive parents also had a unicorn son but he died of heart problems when he was three. Even though most of the time she can control her transformations but, sometimes she can't control it so she has to hightail it away from others before she fully transforms.
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GaiaName: Creamsicle Bunnies
Name: Indrallious
Species: Demon
Age: Lost count but has been around for awhile. Looks around twenty six.
Living Arrangements: Nowhere with no one
Bio&Personality: Indrallious lived in his realm of eternity with the luxuries no mortal could possess. However, fate likes to show him food and then take it away. Out of greed, Indrallious was tricked by fate and is now stuck in the tangible realm of Earth, forever to suffer there with mere mortals. Indrallious has since then been rather cynical, planning to get back at the gods who decided it’d be funny to put him here with no way to get back. He has no clue as to how to get back and thus earned himself a rather large temper and anger issues. He can be a little overwhelming and selfish, but it is only because he still holds his grudge. If he ever does calm down, his attitude may be a bit rude but that’s because he can’t convey his emotions very well. He is actually quite loyal.
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GaiaName: Spectrum122
Name: Xerxes
Species: Angel
Age: Immortal appears 25
Living Arrangements: Nowhere/No one
Bio&Personality: A loyal servant to fate Romulus is gentle hearted and very forgiving. He is easy going but has his tempered moments. He was sent to Earth to be a babysitter of sorts for Indrallious. Without question he went to look after his old friend. They got along until Indrallious' greed and temper got in the way. He defied and tested fate with no remorse for what he had one while Romulus had to pick up after him time and time again. Holding some grudges of his own will Romulus keep a level head while him and Indrallious are temporarily mortal?
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GaiaName: Wire_Colossus
Name: Sparks Livingston
Species: Hominus Nocturna Draco (( Vampiric dragon ))
Age: 211.
Living Arrangements: Currently runs a boarding house in the oldest part of town.
Bio&Personality: Sparks was born to the Livingston family, an entirely vampire clan with a difference. The Livingston clan are of the oldest of vampire bloodlines, they can trace their heritage back to the very beginning of the vampire race. While they appear human, each has the ability to transform into the ancestral form. The form of the first vampire. The legends of Dracula and many human novels are good stories, but they are comforting fairy tales by comparison to the ancestral form. A mighty dragon like creature that could only be compared to the T-Rex in its place in the food chain. At the very top. Sparks is lucky enough to be able to transform into this mighty form, but it comes with a price. While in the transformed state, his metabolism skyrockets, meaning he must feed nightly. He had a fairly normal childhood, never liked the smell of garlic and while indeed a vampire, he was immune to sunlight. His skin was always pale, and silver didn’t hurt any more than it hurt a human. Crosses and holy water do nothing against him. However, Canines of all breeds shy away from him instinctively, and werewolves instinctively know to give him a wide birth. The only supernatural thing about the ancestral form, is the transformation both into it and from it. Sparks has lived for 211 years, and while that is old to a human, he is still treated like a child by his parents. Around half a century ago the Livingston Clan split up to preserve their lives, if too many of them hunted in the same area, the humans would become aware of them and hunt them down. Because Of his family’s unique blood line, they are considered the elite of the purebloods, but at the same time, other vampires have no idea of the clan’s ability to transform.
Appearance: In human form, he’s a charming young man of 19 with blood red shoulder length hair, grey eyes, pale skin, and a thin ungainly lanky build. He tends to wear whatever is comfortable on his skin. However, He has another form. He is one of the last of an ancient family clan from the oldest and most primal race of vampires. The Prehistoric vampire. A Tyrannosaurus Rex like creature that appears somewhere between dragon and bat. A 40ft wingspan, a 60ft body length, two powerful legs, a powerful tail with a bone club at the tip, and 5 tons of rage. A 2ft head, a 7ft neck, 20ft body, and a 31ft tail. Standing 14ft tall at the shoulders, with a mouth filled entirely with talon like interlocking teeth that all act as combinations of hyperdermic needles and siphons, each tooth is hollow and has a vein like channel inside the gums that leads to a secondary stomach. The eyes glow with a faint green light as bioluminescent organs behind the eyes create light through chemical reactions constantly. This light penetrates the back of the eyes and shines out of the pupils. This light is then detected by both the cones and the rods, the cells of the eyes that allow day vision and night vision, and so causes both sets of cells to be constantly active; giving Sparks the ability to see in absolute total darkness and in the brightest of sunlight and even the most intense and prolonged light cannot blind him. His bat like ears swivel at every sound individually and his sense of smell is so strong that even a sniff of garlic can stun him. His jaws work similarly to a crocodiles, the muscles for closing his mouth are incredibly strong, but the ones for opening it are. His jaws are designed by evolution for the purpose of clamping shut on prey and never letting go. In the back of the throat, there is an gland that produces a black oily liquid that when exposed to the cool air outside the body, thickens and becomes so viscous that it has the consistency of tar. Each wing has only three fingers, The pinky and ring fingers making the framing for the wing membranes of the bat like wings. The thumb, index finger, and middle finger of each hand being merged into a single large thumb tipped with an eleven inch long railroad spike like claw. The skin is albino white but has pale golden yellow patches on the areas of the body that have the highest internal temperatures, and the skeleton while huge is fairly light weight, each bone is filled with air sacks and hollows meant to keep the body light enough for flight, but despite the light weight of the bones, Each bone is able to withstand fifteen times the forces that human bones can withstand before breaking. Inside the throat is an organ that through a unique process creates an ear piercing bone chilling death scream like sound that doesn’t end while the mouth is open. The sound never changes pitch and doesn’t stop or pause while Sparks is breathing. All these traits come together to make for a near perfect super predator. The unique eyes, highly sensitive ears, and the powerful sense of smell ensure that it can always tell what is in its environment. The powerful flight muscles and lightweight skeleton allow for prolonged powered flight. The railroad spike like claws on the thumbs are meant for inflicting fatal wounds and for killing, but also work well for climbing. The bone club at the tip of the tail is good for both defense and offense. The specialization of the jaws and the teeth are for clamping down on a prey animal, usually a human, and keeping the prey from getting away as the vein like channels in the gums drain every ounce of bodily fluids from the prey and transport the fluids to the secondary stomach. The process of Draining can take up to an hour, but once the fluids are drained, the prey would already long since have died of blood loss, and then all that would be left would be a collection of almost mummified organs and bones contain within the victims body. These would then be crushed and ground up by the molars, and then maneuvered to the back of the throat to be swallowed whole and taken to the main stomach for digestion. An extremely efficient method of ingesting food. In the event the intended prey should manage to escape, sparks will spit a glob of the black oily fluid onto them, which will cool and become like tar, sticking to them, and giving off an odor comparable to skunk spray in just how bad it smells. This would then allow Sparks to track his victims for up to 48 hours before the gunk would dry up and simply turn to a scentless powder. Even if you manage to wash the gunk off the smell will linger for two days, and so you can still be tracked. The death scream is a brutal weapon meant to intimidate rivals, scare off threats, and to stun prey. The sound at point blank range can kill a human in less than a minute, at 20 feet away it can permanently deafen humans and animals alike, at 20 yards it can hurt the ears enough to make you want to cover them, and at 200 yards the sound can be heard but only faintly. In all this form is truly something to be feared and to be avoided.