Darkhunter Information and Profiles

[Sparkles]

link to roleplay thread

Plot - Not needed. Set in New Orleans. Learn your stuff and join in. Talk to myself, Elario and Lykaios (named in order of knowledge of the series) as much as you want to get the hang of things and any info you need.

Read some, then read a little bit more. I've taken most info from around the interwebs so if you read it somewhere else, that's why. I'll just put most of the need-to-know info here. The more you know, the better prepared you are. At the moment your characters can be either Were-hunters or Darkhunters until we get further into the RP or it'll make it too complicated from the beginning. Things I want you to be confused in, I've probably left you hanging. But if you think I've left something out or you'd like more info about something to do with your character or your posts then please feel free to PM me if you can't find it here.

Characters and places you'll need to know to enter the roleplay - For every character I introduce, I'll post their bio in this thread with a link here from the roleplay so you remember to check it. That way I won't make this initial post as huge as it has the potential to be and you'll learn more as the roleplay progresses.

Acheron Parthenopaeus - Even though he was the youngest when he died, Acheron was the first Dark-Hunter ever appointed. He is also the writer of the Dark-Hunter Creed and of the Code we abide by. Because of his Dark-Hunter age and the fact that he fought the Daimons alone for thousands of years, he is more phantom than real. He interacts with the other Dark-Hunters on a whim, and his sage advice is often sought. Eccentric and idiosyncratic to the extreme, he is a legend among legends. The Dark-Hunters never know what to expect when Acheron enters a scene. He runs the full gamut from friendly to intimidating to downright scary. It is said of him that there has never been a mortal born who could equal his physical perfection. He possesses a raw, rare kind of charisma.
No one knows why he became what he did. Then again, no one knows much about him. Period. And he likes it that way. Trying to get any personal information out if him is an impossible task.
No one even knows what his real hair colour is.

Artemis - She is a primary goddess who rules over all the Dark-Hunters.
When the Apollites were cursed by Apollo, they were taken in by the goddess Apollymi who showed them how to steal human souls to circumvent Apollo’s decree. Now called Daimons, they turned against mankind. Apollo sought his sister’s aid in handling them. For reasons unknown, Artemis went to Acheron (common belief is that he was a renowned Atlantean hero whose bravery had caused him to be spared when Apollo cast the city into the ocean- we know this isn’t true, but propaganda reigns supreme) and convinced him to help her hunt down and destroy the Daimons who were preying on pregnant women and children. Those of us in the know, know that she did it to tie Acheron to her for eternity.
Neither Acheron nor Artemis has ever disclosed the exact nature of their relationship. In many ways, they act as if the other doesn’t exist. All that is known is that Acheron must seek her out whenever a Dark-Hunter wishes to reclaim his soul. Since no other Dark-Hunter is allowed in the goddess’s presence, Acheron is often sent in to ask her questions or to clarify her orders.
She is ruthlessly protective of her army and of Acheron. Her affinity for Acheron is sometimes an aggravation for certain Dark-Hunters who can’t understand why he alone is able to see her while any other man who dares such is put to death. She has placed her mark on all her Dark-Hunters and demands a sacrifice for each one who would seek his or her freedom.

Stryker - One of the most ruthless of Daimons, and yet he has a code of honor that he follows. The son of Apollo, he was one of the first Apollites cursed and he hates his father passionately. He also hates Acheron and virtually everyone else. The only person he’s loved in thousands of years was his son Urian. Although Stryker is loyal to his Spathi army.
Sworn to Apollymi, Stryker is also plotting her death. He’s just a really unhappy Daimon. He feels as if he’s been betrayed by everyone and he has vowed to see his father, Apollymi and Acheron fall at any cost. All in all, he’s one bad mother and he makes no bones about it.
His two distinguishing features are that he has black hair (he hates his father so much, he refuses to be blond) and his swirling silver eyes that are identical to someone else’s.

Dark-Hunter: An ancient warrior who was betrayed into death and sold his or her soul to the goddess Artemis for a single act of vengeance. Now they protect mankind from the Daimons who want to eat human souls.

The Dark-Hunter Credo:
"We are Darkness. We are Shadow.
We are the Rulers of the Night.
We, alone, stand between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. We are the Guardians.
The Soulless Keepers.
Our souls were cast out so that we would not forewarn the Daimons we pursue. By the time they see us coming, it’s too late.
The Daimons and Apollites know us. They fear us. We are death to all those who prey upon the humans.
Neither Human, nor Apollite, we exist beyond the realm of the Living, beyond the realm of the Dead.
We are the Dark-Hunters.
And we are eternal."

Yeah, yeah. Enough of the doom and gloom because, baby, that ain’t us. You want to know what a Dark-Hunter is? We are what the intro says. We’re Mad, Bad and Immortal. We’re ancient warriors with attitudes who fight rough, and play hard.
We are the scary things that go bump in the night. And we love every minute of it. So when you think you’re being watched. You just might be. The question is…is it something evil or is it one of us?

Need to know notes:
-If a Dark-hunter is in the presence of a god/goddess, it's kill on site. For the Dark-hunter, not the god. So... avoid. They have an issue with us cause we have no soul.
-To give us efficiency in hunting the Daimons, the goddess Artemis equipped us with a lot of their traits and more. We have fangs (best to learn to hide these when you speak or you'll tend to freak out the humans. It gets easier with age and experience.), we have speed, we have strength, intensified hearing, and great night sight. Occasionally, a Dark-hunter who was gifted in lift will bring this into death(.. undeath?) intensified.
-Unfortunately, Artemis also thought it only fair to give us their weaknesses as well. Do not get caught out in sunlight. You'll know when it's time to head home; you'll be able to feel the sun's imminent presence. IF you get caught out in the sunlight, you'll burn to a crisp. If you die, souless as you are, you'll become a bodiless Shade, doomed to walk the earth for eternity. Forever hungry and suffering. Forever in pain. So don't die. You will also die if you have your head cut off, so.. don't do that either.
-Most Dark-hunters live either on their own or with a squire. Many live in the sort of places they would have as a human. Except with all windows 100% boarded up. A lot of Dark-hunters get assigned a Squire.
-Your Job is to protect the humans at all costs. You hunt the Daimons by night. You kill them to release the human souls inside them before the soul whithers and dies and they get another.

Squire:
Squires are either the children of other Squires or they are recruited by Squires and Dark-Hunters.
-Squires have an elaborate set-up that can quickly get anything a Dark-Hunter or other Squire needs. They have lawyers, doctors, bankers, pilots, etc., as well as establishments such as hospitals, restaurants, libraries that appear to serve humans as a front, but in reality were established solely to serve the Dark-Hunters and their helpers.
-The Squire Council is a select group of Squires who oversee the activities of the other Squires. They make payroll and give out money to any Squire who wishes to set up a business front for the Dark-Hunters.
Main branches/designation of Squires:
Blood-Rites: Squires who are called out to perform blood hunts to terminate any Squire who breaches his/her oath and endangers the Dark-Hunters or their world. They are also called in to execute a "rogue" Dark-Hunter who has turned against humans; though it is highly recommended to let Acheron know if this happens. Blood-Rites Squires are marked by a spider web-like tattoo on the hand.
Blue-Bloods: Squires who are descended from other Squires.
Dorean/Free Agents: Squires who don't serve a specific DH, but who provide a service that helps all of them. Doctors, pilots, police officers, judges, etc. fall into this category.
Echo/Barnacles: They are assigned to a specific DH and they maintain the DH's home. They often fetch for them as well. They are aids and personal assistants. They live with the Dark-Hunter and help to create an illusion that there's nothing unusual going on with the occupants of a house.
Initiates/Chips: Squires who are recruited.
Oracles: Squires who confer with the gods, especially the Fates to gather information that is helpful to the Dark-Hunters. The most prominent Oracles are the Lekti who keep the Book of Prophecy where all important events in human history are predicted. It is said even the End of the World is chronicled within its pages. They fall outside the control of the Squire Council and are led by the Delphinian (Oracle of Delphi).
Tech: Squires who are involved in research and technological fields. They are the ones who conceive and create special toys and who enable Dark-Hunters to communicate with each other.
Theto/Theti: They function like a police force within the realm of the Squires. They are also the ones sent out to deal with any civilian who finds out about the Dark-Hunters. Unlike the Blood-Rite Squires, they cannot kill anyone. They are sent in first to clean up the situation. If they are ineffective, then the Blood-Rites are called in.

Apollite: A race who worshipped Apollo only to be cursed by him for a crime they didn’t commit...They can only come out at night and they can only survive on the blood of one another. At age 27, the curse kills them slowly and painfully unless they turn Daimon...

Daimon: An Apollite who refused to die from the curse. They feed on human souls and live to fight the Dark-Hunters. Most reside in the Atlantean hell realm, Kalosis, under the command of Stryker.

Daimon Rules:

There is actually only one rule: Don’t Die.
However, we have put together a few reminders for you:
[/li][li]Don’t fall onto pointy objects chest first. You'll turn to dust. Not fun.
[/li][li]Don’t drink the blood of the dead.
[/li][li]Sunblock doesn’t work, nor do umbrellas or anything else. If sunlight touches you, you violate the only one real rule- Don’t die. You'll turn to dust. Still not fun.
[/li][li]All humans are evil.
[/li][li]Dark-Hunters are vermin in need of extermination.
[/li][li]Squires are extra yummy when eaten.
[/li][li]Avoid taking the life of an Arcadian or Katagari unless they are offered to you as a sacrifice. They tend to have very large families that will hunt you down and kill you. On that note, remember, they can travel and kill in daylight. We can’t.
In fact, avoid angering anything that walks in daylight. They tend to break into our cribs and expose us to light. So don’t play with your food. Kill them, eat them and move on.
[/li][li]Dark-Hunters can’t go into cemeteries or any haunted place. For a great show, drag them inside and watch what happens.
[/li][li]Dark-Hunter blood is poisonous to us.
[/li][li]Don’t try to kill a Dark-Hunter to steal his soul. They don’t have one. It’s a waste of your time and it just pisses off the Dark-Hunter.
[/li][li]You can only kill a Dark-Hunter by exposing him to daylight or by decapitation. Anything else just pisses them off.
[/li][li]If you see someone with a bow and arrow tattoo, walk on by. DO NOT ENGAGE. Not unless you’re a true Spathi and in that case Bon Apetite
[/li][li]Hang with the Goth crowd, we tend to blend and they think our fangs are cool. Not to mention Goth chicks will gladly ask you to bite them. Goth clubs = supermarket/fast food.
[/li][li]Avoid polyester and plaid. No real reason other than you just look stupid in it. No one should be caught dead in either one and since we’re dead…
[/li][li]Avoid the Dark-Hunter called Acheron. There is no such thing as escaping or defeating him. He will kick your ass and laugh while he mops the floor with you.
[/li][li]Avoid biker bars. 1. they tend to have Dark-Hunters in them. 2. we don’t blend in there.
[/li][li]Once you go Daimon, do not share this knowledge with any non-Daimon. If anyone should ask, you’re still Apollite. Who’s going to know? And if they do, kill them.
[/li][li]Never take an Apollite soul. It’s just bad form and we will hunt you down for it.
[/li][li]If a bolt-hole opens, go into it.
[/li][li]When approaching an Apollite, the key phrase to remember is “I am the Light of the Lyre and I walk in his grace.”
[/li][li]When approaching a Daimon, the key phrase is “I fear no evil, for I am the baddest creature walking the night.”
[/li][li]We don’t have records of all Apollite communities or groups, but the largest known groups are:
Karones– They are usually found in North America. Mostly the US and Canada. Unlike most of our people, they tend to frequent cooler climates.
Athenians–They are mostly found in and around our native homeland of Greece. They are marked by sun symbols of all sort.
Delphinians–They are our Oracles. Found throughout the world, it is believed they can summon the bolt-holes at will. You can find them by the dolphin tattoo or jewelry they all carry.
Polluxians (Cult of Pollux)– They are the strangest of Apollites in that they all swear an allegiance to die on their birthdays as Apollo decrees. Not well liked by other groups, they are usually found in remote areas.
Mavrovian–They are located in the warmer climates and many of them live in and around the Mediterranean. They are secretive, but we are told many of them carry the mark of the lyre.
Kalasian–They are our angels of mercy. Found all over, they usually live among the humans, but are willing to aid any Apollite they find. Many of them are located in the Arcadian or Katagaria sanctuaries.
Spathi–they are our warrior class. No one knows who they are or where they come from. They are mysterious and powerful. It is said one true Spathi can annihilate a group of Dark-Hunters easily. The true Spathi are identified by the mark of a yellow sun that holds a black dragon in its center. Their leaders are Stryker and Zephyra.
Agkelos–these are the Daimons who find it hard to take the life of “innocent” humans. The weakest of the Daimons, they prey on humans who are criminals and predators.
Day-Slayer–we have been told of these since the dawn of our history. No one has ever seen a Day-Slayer who is able to walk in daylight. But we believe they exist. It is also believed that one day the one true Day-Slayer will come and unite us all so that we can take our place as the rulers of the earth. It is a day we all dream of.
Dikisi–they are called vengeance Daimons. They specifically target the humans who have preyed on Apollites. They also target the Dark-Hunters and any who help or serve them. They are governed by a series of leaders. Only the strongest of them is capable of leadership and if a leader is perceived as weak, he is overthrown by his next in command.
Apati–these are the “fake” Spathi. Dark-Hunters and many Apollites can’t differentiate between these and the true Spathi. Most of them are found living in and around human cities. They are tough, but not nearly as much as the real thing.
Trelos–they are the insane Daimons that even the Daimons hunt and kill. These usually start out as Agkelos who have taken so many criminal and evil souls that it has destroyed their own soul. They no longer have control of themselves and will kill anyone they come into contact with whether they need to feed or not.
Kathoros–Said to be even more evil than the Spathi, these Daimons are rare. At one time they were believed to have been the servants of the Atlantean war god Misos. Like the Arcadian Sentinels, one half of their faces is tattooed and legend says they shave their heads.
Doulos–they are human servants to the Daimons. They guard and protect the Daimons from the humans. Their blood can tide a Daimon over if she/he is desperate, but they are only killed when they have betrayed or are no longer necessary. Most of them believe they will become a Daimon and have immortality. They’re very stupid which is why we love them.

Were-Hunter: (link for more info)
Lycaon, King of Arcadia, had a beautiful wife and two sons. Not knowing his wife was of the Apollite people (cursed by Apollo), he watched helplessly as she died horribly at the age of twenty-seven. Realizing his sons would meet the same fate, he attempted to circumvent the curse. Gathering as many Apollites as he could find, he began using arcane magic to change the people, trying to find a way to fool the gods.
Using these magicks, King Lycaon began splicing the essence of the Apollites with that of predatory animals, creating the first Were-Hunters. His experiments succeeded in circumventing the curse. Instead of living only twenty-seven years, they now lived for close to a thousand. Choosing the most powerful of the animals on which he had experimented, King Lycaon blended his sons with a dragon and a wolf.
For defying the will of a god, the Fates demanded that Lycaon kill his sons as punishment. When he refused, the Fates cursed the new race saying, "They will spend eternity hating and fighting until the day when the last of them breathes no more."
Whenever Lycaon blended an Apollite with an animal, he ended up with two new separate beings: one with an animal's heart and one with a human's. Thus the Katagaria and the Arcadians came to be.
Those directly descended from King Lycaon took the surname of Kattalakis.

The Katagaria are the animal-hearted Weres. Born as an animal, they can only become human at puberty when their magical powers are "unlocked." The Katagaria are very mistrustful of the Arcadians, because they believe humans are often deceptive. Katagaria follow the law of kill or be killed, preferring to attack when they feel threatened as opposed to waiting to be attacked themselves. The Katagaria only kill to defend themselves, their pack, or their territory. The Katagarian Strati are a sort of soldier that seek out Rogue Arcadians, but will not engage an enemy unprovoked. On the other hand, there are some Katagaria who are unable to reign in the hedonistic impulses of their animal soul and succumb to maddness. These Katagaria are referred to as Slayers.
It is a common Katagarian tradition to mount their first kill on the wall of their home. It is also polite to refer to the Katagaria by their animal selves, though referring to them by the term Were is extremely insulting.

The Arcadians are the human-hearted Weres, born as humans and can only become animals and harness their magical powers at puberty. The Arcadians feel that the Katagaria need to be closely monitored and controlled as to prevent them from being emotionless animals capable of killing without reason.
Arcadian soldiers, Sentinals, usually travel in groups of four, and make it their main duty to track and kill Slayers. Only a few Sentinals are born to each patria and they are chosen by the Fates. Sentinals can be recognized by a geometric design covering one side of their face. The design is a birthmark that appears at maturity, though most prefer to use their powers to hide them.

There are Katagarian and Arcadian groups of all patria, except the few which are extinct such as the snow leopards. If you choose to be a were (the exception is with Lykaios as he's read the books) then please don't automatically go for the dragon as at this point, Lykaios is going to have the only one in the RP.

Patria Animal
Balios Jaguar - The Arcadian half was wiped out due to them angering Savitar.
Drakos Dragon - Generally remain in the past.
Gerakian Hawk, Falcon, Eagle
Helikias Cheetah - The entire lot were wiped out by Savitar.
Litarian Lion
Lykos Wolf
Niphetos Pardalia Snow Leopard - Thought to be extinct.
Panthiras Panther
Pardalia Leopard
Tigarian Tiger
Tsakalis Jackal
Ursulan Bear

Nicolette Peltier (and family) (Katagaria Ursulan)
Mama Lo is a surrogate mother to a lot of the beasts who call Sanctuary home, but she’s also a bear and will not hesitate to do whatever she must to protect her den. Her children are her world and woe to anyone who threatens them.
Anyone.
She set up Sanctuary after two of her sons were killed by Arcadians. Gilbert and Bastien. She has an altar set up in Peltier House so that she can always pay tribute to them.

The Peltiers Are:
Papa Bear (Aubert)
Mama Lo (Nicolette)
Listed in birth order:
Alain
Zar
Cherif (Identical Quad/eldest)
Dev (Identical Quad) - A bouncer and self-proclaimed bodyguard for Mama and Aimee, Dev keeps a close eye on all the females at Sanctuary to make sure no one harasses them (unless they want to be harassed, with the exception of Aimee–no one touches her).
Remi (Identical Quad)
Quinn (Identical Quad/youngest)
Aimee
Etienne
Griffe (Serre’s identical twin)
Serre (Griffe’s identical twin)
Cody (Kyle’s fraternal twin)
Kyle (Cody’s fraternal twin)

Sancturies
Certain Were-Hunters (like the Peltiers; Katagarian bears) run Sanctuary's, where any Were can come if injured or hunted. There are rules however; if a Were is judged insane, they are hunted (as is anyone who attempts to help them) and banned from Sanctuary. No-one is allowed to fight in a sanctuary, and if one starts the first to attack is banned from that particular sanctiary. They are closely protected by Savitar against non-were interference, and Daimons, Apollites and Were-Hunters (as they are all related) are all protected classes- if they are in a Sanctuary and someone attacks them (if the ruling family cannot prevent it) then Savitar will get involved (Not fun). Humans are allowed to visit and work in but are not a protected class, due to Savitar's "all humans are vermin" mindset. It is also against the law for humans to know what really goes on there, leading to few human workers in any particular Sanctuary. The Omerigon decide who can run a sanctury, and they may only be set up where needed. The two most well known are The Inferno in Minnesota (a club run by Dante Pontis, a Katagarian panther) and Sanctuary In New Orleans (run by the Peltiers.) To keep in with the "no fighting" policy, the Sanctuary in New Orleans has a warning system for their clientele when Acheron arrives (he is the only Dark-Hunter who visits regularaly) in the form of the song "Sweet Home Alabama." As he is sworn to kill all Daimons he finds and they can often be found there it gives them the chance to leave before he enters. This has caused problems, however, as often an unsuspecting human will put the song on the jukebox, causing almost all the people there (including Were-Hunters who are afraid of him) to run for cover.

The Omegron (Were-hunter counselling body), Were-hunter powers and weaknesses will be given on demand.

Dream-Hunter: They are the gods of sleep who were cursed by Zeus to feel no emotion.

Charonte: A race of demons who are extremely violent. They are enslaved to the goddess Apolymi.

Squire: A human who is employed by a Dark-Hunter.

Chthonian: A race of unknown beings. The aforementioned Savitar is one of these. Extremely powerful and nasty. Only a few are left in the world and it’s best just to walk away slowly and make no sudden moves.


PROFILE SET-UP
You all know how to set one of these up. Say somewhere whether your character is a Were-hunter or a Darkhunter. Thanks The following is the basic, however chop and change it to fit your needs.

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Tell us what you are..:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] (you can just post a photo if you'd prefer to)
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Other info:[/b]

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My main character (I get the special libererty of being vague cause I'm the RP Master ), besides all NPCs -
My info for Simi is taken from the web as well, however all roleplaying of her will be completely original.

Name Simi (nickname and actual name for all intents and purposes and as far as anyone but those in the know... know)
Gender The Simi lives to shop. What does you think?
Species Charonte Demon
Job Guarding akri cause he needs it.
DOB Hmmm... did they have dates then?
Height Varies to my emotional state.
Hair Color Changes to match akri's
Eye Color Well that depends too. Red unless the Simi gotta look human.
Build Slender
Parents Xiamara
Best Friend Acheron
Worst Enemy Artemis
Fave Pastime Eating!
Mode of Transportation Arki's body.
Weapon of Choice Don't need no weapon to eat someone. Well, maybe a fork.
Pets Well, I gots a cat. Them little dragon things that akri has. Um.... Alexion. I think he counts. And do we count akri?

- looky! The Simi's a doll!
Other info Akri is lord/master in Charonte. Aaaaaaaaaaand - you need no more infos. You don't really need that much infos, buuuuuut, the Simi was feeling generous.

[Elario Luminus]

I'll be taking control of Ash, but I've got my own character as well.

Name: Areon "Aaron" Tertius.

Age: Unknown, as he doesn't tell anyone.

Origin: Sparta, Greece.

Species: Dark-Hunter.

Weapon/s: Spartan shield, sword and spear.

Abilities: Conjure weapons/items/clothes.

Appearance: Short shaggy black hair sits over dark eyes and chiseled features. Tawny olive skin with little to no fat over impressive muscle. A black tattoo of a Spartan shield rests on his left shoulder.

Clothing: Black tank top, sleeveless leather coat, cargo pants and combat boots. Simple, really.

History: His was an ordinary existence for a son of Sparta; constant battles and conflicts. All he divulges to those who ask is that he had a hard life, and that's all he says.

Personality: Areon's a bitter and jaded person that believes love and kindness are fraudulent concepts that are easily bartered for the right price. An acidic sarcasm is what he hides behind to shield himself from those who would try to befriend him.

Other: A close descendant of the Greek god of war Ares, Areon would have intense power and abilities, but he's not aware of his heritage. Artemis, in all her bitchy wisdom, has locked these powers away regardless.
Hi mode of transport is his black Kaneda sports bike.

[Lykaios]

------------------WERE-HUNTER[/u]------------------
Name: Diagoros "Dia" Kattalakis
Species: Arcadian Drakos (Human-hearted Were-Dragon)
Gender: Male
Age: 452 years old (approximately), though he appears to be in his late twenties, early thirties as a human.
D.O.B: 533AD
Height: 6'9" in human form. Doesn't exactly let someone measure him in Dragon form.
Hair Colour: Auburn, with traces of blonde, brown and black, that keeps his natural hair colour looking like it's a dark brown with natural highlights. It's natural, and is shoulder-length.
Eye Colour: His eyes are Emerald Green, with specks of Sky Blue.
Build: Muscular. Having spent the majority of his life in 6th to 8th Century Europe, he's worked hard for his living.

Appearance: Tall, fit and muscled; Diagoros personifies masculinity in essence. He's handsome, well-defined and toned with such raw power that his walking past can leave the ladies unprepared for it, gasping in delight. Has chiselled features on a tawny olive complexion that make him look like a living representation of a statue of beauty, and the way his hair falls around his face just tops off the look. Bearing a few scars from battles, he is not weary, but he has not hardened up so much that he looks bored. He still has that mischievous air, which makes him seem like he's up to something naughty, in any sense of the word.

History: Of Grecian ancestry; Dia is an Arcadian descendant of King Lycaon himself. Direct bloodline to the Arcadian King; Diagoros is part of the by-product of Lycaon's experiments to save his children, but a few generations South of having ever known his Great-great-great-something Grandfather. Born the cousin of Damos Kattalakis, (the Grand Regis of the Arcadian Drakos Patria) Diagoros looks up to his cousin, even though the majority of their Patria were slain by Katagari Slayers, Damos is still the greater Sentinel. Diagoros' powers as a Sentinel are weak, in comparison to Damos; but as one of the few surviving Arcadian Drakos, his powers are not negligible.

Dia found it entertaining to travel through time once he learnt how to do that, and so he regularly travels both forward and backward in time. Damos warned him of the dangers, and so Diagoros took heed of his cousins advice. Though, it didn't stop him from regular time travel. Dia finds the future fascinating, and habitually travels into the twenty-first century, looking for wenches, wine and a general good time. When finished with his spoils, or had enough of the future, he would return right back to where and when he left; often to Damos' dismay. Being closely birthed (only having a few short years separating them) Diagoros tries to keep a close enough eye on Damos, hoping to eventually crack his cousins facade, and come back to himself. Dia feels that Damos blames himself too unjustly for the deaths of their Patria, and despite his best efforts, has yet to prove otherwise.

Personality: A playboy by heart and nature, Diagoros loves to get down, get dirty, and get to 'business'. As an Arcadian, his human heart is what drives him most of all; and that constantly leads him astray, and into mischief. His mischief is often just a bit of sensual entertainment, and usually nothing other than that, or battle; so he rarely gets himself caught up in anything that would lead anywhere other than a bar-fight or being thrown out of a person's house. Other that a bit of 'reckless abandon' here and there, Dia is a caring young Were-Hunter, who looks out for his family (what's left of it) as though they could be gone in the next second. Though, like his cousin Damos; keeps his true nature hidden behind a mask of frivolity, bluntness and a keen knack for drawing the attentions of the gorgeous women to his heel. Thankfully, he has yet to encounter the one woman who he will find himself mated too, and that's been a Godsend for Damos'½ sake.
Powers: As a Were-Hunter, he can command the invisible Rytis, to jump through time, as well as space as easily as he can breathe. He has the ability to 'Flash' himself from any location to another, through the same means he can Flash through time: the Rytis. Able to conjure clothing at will, for he, and anyone else, and even...remove said clothing, also at will; though he's smart enough not to use this on mortal women. His base form, is that of a human, as comes with the territory of being an Arcadian Were, but his Dragon form is something to behold. A great black and orange-striped, winged reptile with blood-red eyes and an enormous tail; he is one of few remaining Drakos, and with good reason. He can also conjure and summon his weapons at will, while in his human form.
Other Info: His preferred weapons, as is customary in 7th/8th century Europe; are that of a shield, and sword, and sometimes a bow.
He also bears the Sentinel marking on the right side of his face, though, using his magic, he masks that on the day to day.

------------------DARK-HUNTER------------------
Name: Rizon "Riz/Rise" Abandoro of Macedon
Species: Dark-Hunter
Gender: Male
Age: 2,090 years old, approx. Physically 27, at time of death.
D.O.B: 85BC.
Height: 6'5"
Hair Colour: Blonde.
Eye Colour: Teal blue, as a human. Now the standard near-black of a Dark-Hunter.
Build: Athletic and toned.

Appearance: Bearing standard Greek tanned complexion, Riz is handsome, with slightly hollowed features from a youth of struggle, under Roman occupation, but otherwise makes up for it with his rich muscled physique and he knows his body is powerful, in both it's power and attractiveness. With blonde hair that falls around his face, reaching down to his collarbone/shoulder-blades, he isn't even slightly concerned that he could be considered anything but beautiful to a woman. He has a few scars, he had Ash leave after his transformation into a Dark Hunter, and as an unexpected side-effect; outside of his Double Bow and Arrow mark branding left by Artemis on his left hip, when she took his soul; his regenerative powers make it impossible for 'permanent' tattoo's, to remain permanent. So every few years, he'll have his family emblem tattooed back onto his right shoulder-blade.

History: Born a child of Macedonian heritage, he fought and clawed for every morsel of food he could get his hands on to help his family. This carried on as necessary as a child, because Macedonia was occupied by the Romans, even though the Macedonians were fighting to reclaim their land. When he was still a small child, he would hear stories from his grandfather, about two Generals in the Greek army, a hundred years before: Kyrian of Thrace, and Julian of Macedon. His grandfather spoke so highly of their skills, that Riz never once thought they could be defeated. And he was right. The only problem with him being right, was that his grandfather's stories continued, about how Julian disappeared without a trace, and Kyrian soon lost faith in ever finding his brother-at-arms again. But then Kyrian was caught; betrayed by his own wife, to Valerius: a Roman General who wanted Kyrian's head. Kyrian was tortured, and since that time; Greece had not been able to find any Generals to live up to their reputations. Growing up on the stories of Julian and Kyrian; Riz wanted only one thing: to be just like those legendary Generals.

As soon as he came of age, he joined the Greek armies, and was trained. He became the best he could be, and fought to exertion to prove himself not a coward. At 21 years of age, he was commanding a small unit as a Sergeant, under a Lieutenant. Pushing back the Roman forces, time and again in every skirmish he was involved in, he proved he was a capable leader, and by twenty-five, had become a Greek Major. And not least of all; a fine prize for any lady who could catch his fancy, provided they could manage the task. He had a lover for several years, and upon his promotion; he proposed to her. She had immediately accepted, and by spring, they were wed. This was however, a problem. His closest friend Zalk, was jealous of Riz, and his exceptional bride. Rizon never foresaw the inevitable betrayal, however; and soon found himself in the clutches of the Romans, in the heart of Rome, their homeland. Having generously offered the man to the Romans, Zalk was given a fine Macedonian estate, money beyond compare, and soon took Riz's wife; having convinced her that Riz was no more: dead, at the hands of a Roman soldier.

Riz was thrown into the Games of the Coliseum, and the Romans were convinced he would not last a week. He proved them quite wrong, surviving well over a year. Becoming vastly annoyed at Rizon's success, and simultaneously terrified of what would happen if he got free, they ultimately set him loose against the Lions kept for the Coliseum. Armed with only a sword, and his wits, Riz fought against three lions, confined inside the Coliseum and it’s great walls. Expecting to die, Riz fought and fought; wounding one of the creatures enough that the other two managed to close on him, and proceeded to maul him to death. With his dying will; he slashed the jugular of one lion, and impaled the second in the chest. All three lions dead; Riz followed immediately after. But he was not ready to die. He cursed and bled and howled in rage, in madness, as he wanted to be with his wife once more. And to kill that slimy bastard who had literally given him to the lions: Zalk. Upon his death, the Goddess Artemis appeared to him, granting him the offer of immortality as one of her Dark-Hunters, for the cost of his soul; and granting him 24 hours to pursue his vengeance. As a Macedonian; he knew the Greek Gods as his own, and was pleased to be in her service. Accepting, Artemis took his soul, and repaired some of the damage done to him by the lion attack.

In full working order, Riz found himself back in Macedonia; and ready to enact his revenge. Coming to the gates of Zalk’s estate, he slew the guards, and took their weapons. Once inside, he soon found Zalk, amidst the throes of passion…with Riz’s wife, looking completely unwanting. Madness over-whelmed him and he charged with a roar. Disentangling himself, Zalk drew his blade from beside the bed, too late. Rizon kicked the blade aside and kicked his old friend from the bed. Mortified that he was alive, Zalk pleaded forgiveness; accusing someone else, and implying he was doing what he felt were the best intentions for Riz’s love: to not leave her unmarried after his passing. Riz growled at his lies, and impaled the man: his sword through Zalk’s shoulder, then the other to the other shoulder. Finally, he collected Zalk’s own weapon as he lay there; gaunt, bloodied and dying, and pierced his heart with his own treacherous blade. Hissing in disgust, he bared his fangs at the corpse of his former friend, and faced his wife; fangs still showing. Horrified by what she saw, she called him a monster, risen from his grave. How right she was. However; it hurt him deeply. So he left, without a word, and was never again seen in Macedonia.

After his revenge, he was trained by Acheron; the first Dark-Hunter and the one with the most knowledge. Trained by the legendary Ash, Riz found himself struggling to adjust to his new life at first. Until Ash revealed that Kyrian of Thrace was also a Dark-Hunter. Riz was stunned by the revelation, and pressed Ash for more. To which he quickly learned that the unofficial leader of the Dark-Hunters was unwilling to part with more information than was needed. Over the centuries, Riz lived here there and everywhere; fighting Daimons and largely just surviving. He loved his job, but he never really found himself satisfied. It is now into the twenty-first century, and little did people know, but he was around in the minus-first century. But he doesn’t mind, he has all he needs and more.

Personality: A strong-willed and stubborn man, in Dark-Hunter life. Riz is passionate and still loving, though he hides his gentler side behind a veneer of dark wit and insincere humour. There is a kindness about him, which people generally don’t see due to his imposing size, and his abstract clothing style; but it is there. His honour demands he protect the weak, and his love cannot let people be left to die alone, if they are to die. He cannot leave well enough alone, and if he saves someone’s life from a Daimon, he has a tendency to have his Squire have them looked after; with his own money. Generous and forth-right, he cannot lie to people; merely omit facts.
Powers: Riz has the ability to Flash, conjure his weapons, use telekinesis and pyrokinesis. If he gets fired up, he will literally fire up, and burn Daimons to ash.
Other Info: In the modern world, he dresses quite darkly; leather pants with studs and chains, black tee shirts and black leather trenchcoats that give him a distinctly gothic look. His only problem is his natural blonde hair, which to blend in better; he regularly dyes black.
He can conjure a sword and shield or his preferred finger claws (yes, like Zarek) are a regular party favour.
His preferred mode of transportation is his crown jewel, of fast cars; his Saleen S7 Twin-Turbo

[Avani]

werehunter

Name:
Samuel Alexander Smith
Species:
Katagaria Balios
Gender:
Male
Age:
213 years
Birthdate:
sometime in the spring, possibly mid to late May. He celebrates his birthday on May 20th
Appearance:
jaguar - Sam's jaguar form is darkly colored, with a black background color dark enough that is nearly impossible to pick out his spots from the rest of his fur. He weighs about 250 pounds and has a fairly lean build, but the muscles beneath his pelt are clear. Including his tail, he measures about 7 and a half feet long and he measures about 2 feet, 5 inches tall.
human - In his human form, Sam is about 5 feet, 8 inches tall. He's far from the tallest guy around, but he is fairly tall all the same. He has shaggy black hair that hangs into his chocolate-y brown eyes and Sam has tan, scarred skin. His build is muscular and powerful, but he is not particularly bulky. In general, Sam tends to prefer fairly lose clothing that doesn't limit his mobility too much and can hide quite a few weapons if needed. He definitely prefers well made clothing and will wear the most well made clothing that his budget will allow for at all times.
History:
Jaguars are naturally solitary animals, so it should come as no surprise that Sam's parents, two katagaria jaguars, had a territory staked out far from any other werecreatures. They were happy together, and had a very loving relationship. So when Mira, Sam's mother, learned that she had a child on the way, she was joyous. They set about preparing for the baby, packing up their house and getting ready to move. Because, you see, the thing about having children that are born as jaguars and spend a good few years as jaguars is that people start to wonder why you have a wild animal living in your house. So they decided that they would move to somewhere where no one would notice if they didn't invite anyone into their house and where no one would insist on coming over unless they hadn't paid their rent.

So Mira and Jason Smith gave up their lives in that small town in Kentucky and struck out for the country, for the frontier. It wasn't hard to get away from the people. After all, America was young, and it was full of empty spaces, places that hadn't been touched by any human hands in years. So it wasn't hard for them to find a nice place to live, somewhere where people wouldn't bother to come near them. And they raised Sam there.

He was born a jaguar, though not in the preferred habitat of jaguars. He wasn't sure why he was constantly irritated with the territory that he and his family inhabited, but he didn't really like it. Sam always wanted to wander South, to get away from this place, but he was always headed off by his parents before he could get very far. So Sam spent about thirteen years very unsatisfied and stuck in the northwestern extremities of America, until he finally reached the age that he could shift into a human form. And from there, he learned to control his shifting, like his parents before him, though Sam would always prefer the feeling of running free in his jaguar form and he would always shift back into his jaguar form when he felt threatened, nervous, when he was injured or when he slept. So he spent the majority of his time in his jaguar form, his natural form.

He wandered a lot after leaving his parents, meeting very few people and talking to even fewer. Eventually, the werehunter found his way to New Orleans, and he actually liked it there. It was pleasantly humid and overall, Sam liked it. So he stuck around there for a while, enjoying the culture and the area and all of that.
Personality:
Sam is very much a loner, quite self-sufficient and generally rather stubborn. He thinks he can handle everything himself, no matter how much trouble that he gets into. However, having spent so much time alone has begun to get to him, and recently, Sam has felt himself beginning to crave a little bit of contact with other sentient beings. He rarely shows his emotions, however, and tends to come across as very cold. He has very little of a temper, and it takes a lot to make him angry. He is naturally distrustful, but he is particularly mistrusting of Arcadians. He follows the law of the animals, and will attack when feeling threatened rather than try to solve things with words.
Other info: Noneeee

[Sparkles]

Awesome guys!

Avani - Samuel is pretty awesome, I like how you didn't make him insanely perfect. Also, just to note, the Katagaria spend most of their time in their animal form as they feel most comfortable in it. You can have him in his human form most of the time but when he's not around humans he'd convert back to his were-self. Only very strong Katagaria can hold onto their human-form for very large amount of time. His parents would have probably been their jaguar self along-side him most of the time purely cause, as I said, that's what they are. They're jaguars at heart. Literally. Also, as he's in New Orleans, he will know of Sanctuary, run by Katagarians and he may be staying there if you want him to. One other point to take note of is that as with all Katagaria, when he sleeps or is badly wounded, he will automatically change to his jaguar form.

[Renegade]

Name: Ro'Ryk [Roe-Rik]
Gender: Male
Species: Dark-Hunter
Age: Irrelevant now, looks to be early thirties.
History:Born the 03/06/1952. Ro’Ryk’s story is not a heartfelt sop story that will shock you at the loss of a loved one and then the warm and fuzzy conclusion of revenge. Ro’ryk did not have loved ones for a start. The closest thing he had to a loved one was the whores he occasionally slept with to scratch that itch, though they did not last long - though around him no one really did, once he was done with them. He was an assassin, the best, though the least sought after. Only the desperate would hire him, for several reasons. One of which was his high price, and another, which that he was very uncomfortable to be around, due to his…unusual behaviour.

He roamed around the world doing hits, but tended to stay around his home in Scotland. Though no particular part of Scotland, he forgot where he grew up after killing his parents, or at least he was told he killed them, which started his journey down the path of psychosis. Eventually his heinousness caught up with him and he was caught, and sentenced to life in prison. After many months in solitary confinement, he could do nothing but think about the people who put him here. He was approached by an Italian Crime Family’s mob boss, and acquired a hit, all normal at first, until it became the last thing he wanted to happen. It was a setup, apparently he was a threat to the family’s business and the family broke a deal with the police to catch him. He was there for two years before he was stabbed twice in the heart. All he could care about was his frustration, his skills trumped by a cheap trick! He wanted revenge and thought he would never get it

That is until Artemis appeared to him, offering a chance at revenge in exchange for his soul and deathless service. Ro’Ryk did not believe in souls at that point, and to be quite honest believed he had not even died and was just dreaming so he agreed. He was given his twenty-four hours to get his revenge.

He crept into the Family’s mansion, they had in Sicily. He forgets, or rather never bothered to remember the Family’s name, but was able to track them down to here. He snuck into the Don’s bedroom. He made noises, whispered, and snuck around the room, driving the Don mad with paranoia. Eventually he fell asleep, and he decapitated him, and then tucked him in with a smile kissing his forehead. He had completed his trial, and as promised Artemis took Ro’Ryk’s soul

And So it was done, he was trained by Acheron and let loose. He spent the next several decades…well hunting as commanded by him, killing in death just as he did in life. He was a bit more restricted now however.
Appearance: Dark Purple and dark yellow hair, cut at shoulder length, straight. He is 6 foot, even, and wear a purple button shirt and a Yellow vest over the top of that. His pants are black jeans, and he wears un-matching sneakers
Personality: Completely eccentric, and totally mad. Though this fools most people into thinking he is stupid or foolish, and this is far from the truth. He is paranoid so thinks everyone as a potential threat, even other Hunters, so he is always calculating, and watching.
Weapons: Primary Weapon:
Secondary:

[Sparkles]

Profile definitely accepted
I'm thinking Ash wouldn't have been all that impressed with Artemis when she made him a darkhunter. Maybe he, like Riz, has only just been called to New Orleans. Until now Ash has tried his damnedest to keep him away from crowded populations, however his assignment is Artemis's choice. And Artemis (though no-one knows) is ever Ash's bane. In your post put that Ash rang you up and said to meet at Sanctuary. You'll be able to feel the slight drain on your powers cause of being around other Dark-hunters, but I'll make it a short-ish meeting.