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Name: Ezekiel or “Zeke”
Demon of the Saeva
Age: He was 26 when he was transformed into a demon, but it’s been quite a while since that happened.
Physical Description: Zeke still holds some of his physical attributes from when he was a human: the shaggy brown hair and his tall and lanky appearance, but the demonic essence took over the rest. His eyes now glow red and the skin around them have turned black like permanent bruises. His skin has lost all color which makes the black veins that run through his body stand out. He walks on falcon-like feet and claws and large, black bat wings sprout of out his back. When he grins, you can see his fangs. He wears black skins and furs and bone jewelry from his prey.
Personality: Zeke is quiet and grim and prefers to keep to himself. The only time he smiles is when he’s ready to hunt. He is very loyal to his tribe and will sacrifice anything to keep them safe, as all the warriors do for the Saeva.
Background Story: Zeke remembers nothing of his human days. Sometimes he dreams of that man from another time, but the images are hazy at best. He is a hunter and a warrior for the Saeva now, and that’s all that matters to him. He is quick and moves silently around the dark world. He hunts and fights with two matching mini scythes. He has grown fond of hunting animals that roam the wild. The Letalis have made the hunt for humans very difficult for the Saeva, but the thrill of hunting humans will never grow old. Zeke will often make games out of trying to steal humans away from the Letalis who find themselves far from the rest of the tribe. He is also very curious about the human city. The curiosity haunts his dreams as well. He wishes to enter and explore the lives of the ones that for so long he has seen only as a food source. The seed of humanity lays dormant within him.
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Name: Emile Aubuchon
Human apprentice of the Circle of Clementia
Age: 20
Physical Description: If one word had to be used to describe Emile, it would be soft. She has long, soft blonde curls of hair that falls down along her sides and her back. You wouldn’t expect to get a warm feeling from the color grey, but her light grey eyes almost comfort those who become encased in their vision. Her skin is pale and delicate. The demons can only imagine that her skin would falter when succumbed to their teeth like a roast cooked long and tender until it fell off the bone. When she isn’t wearing the white tunic and robes that are required by members of the Circle, she wears clothes that flow gently around her. She wears mostly neutrals, but with a splash of color in a head scarf or jewlelry. A light wisp in the dark world that surrounds her.
Personailty: Emile strives to be calm and collected at all times. She is strict with herself, and this allowed her to rise above her peers as she trains in the Circle. She thinks of every detail and outcome to all of her actions.
Background Story: Emile is the daughter of one of the head Clerics in the Circle of Clementia. She spent her whole life learning the magic that protects the city from the demons that wander outside of the walls that keep them safe. She is devoted to the protection of the people. She believed in the order of the people and the strict rules that were governed until a good friend of hers who was also an apprentice in the circle was exiled for breaking a rule that no one seemed to know existed. No one explained and no form of a trial was held. She started to question the motive of the council of people who governs this city. The doubt has begun to seep into her being and change her.
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Rylie watched as Leon drew on the napkin. She saw him become totally focused on the drawing itself. It’s like the world around him ceased to exist as he created a new world on a flimsy napkin. Rylie smiled as she watched, and she wondered how she looked as she did her own work. When the napkin ripped, Rylie looked up at Leon and said, “Wow, you’re very talented. It still looks great, even with the tear down the middle.”
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Mimicking Leon, Rylie brought her elbows onto the table and rested her chin on her hands. “I don’t really have a preference. Surprise me” Rylie said.
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Rylie smiled once again, “I really do love my job. I guess I just never really thought about all the other things I could have done with my life. All of my free time still usually revolves around my job. I’ve never been to this place before, but Ifigured for my own sanity it would be good to get away from work once and a while.” Rylie took out a nice pen from her little hand purse. “I’m sorry to hear about how much you art program was limited. Do you still have an interest in it?” she asked. She pushes the pen and a napkin towards Leon. “Do you still like to draw at all?”
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“My family is very…traditional Rylie said. “My father is an alpha who found himself an omega, and then had all alpha children. I have two brothers, but I think my father pushed me the hardest because I’m a girl. Everyone joined the medical field, but I excelled faster than my two older brothers” Rylie continued.
“My father did his best to make sure me and my brothers had nothing to do with the arts and the humanities when we were in school. If he ever saw we chose an art or music class, he made sure we replaced it with some sort of science or mathematics. I guess I never really had much of a choice of what I could become when I was older…” Rylie trailed off. She took a big sip of her drink. Why was she opening up like this? She never really thought about if there was anything else she wanted to do with her life. Everything was set for her the moment she was born. The only choice she had was with what she would specialize in. She stared into her glass, lost in thought. -
Demetrius woke in a state of what seemed like delirium. He tried to stand up but everything was spinning around him in nauseating clarity. Nothing within him felt normal.
“I feel…different” he said, groggily.
No one responded to him though. He laid there for a few moments just staring at the light that shined above him. Once his eyes adjusted to his surrounding he slowly sat up. He didn’t realize he was connected to a much of tubes and wires until the all broke off of him the moment he began to sit up. He rubbed his skin on his arms as he found he wore nothing but his briefs. His skin felt strong, but still soft. It wasn’t like the skin he once had though. He knew what the doctor was doing to him before he was out, but he was in a large amount of denial.
He still couldn’t grasp what was happening to him. Everything changed in such a short amount of time. This wasn’t the first time a cold one had come after him, but this time changed everything. He noticed he was alone in a dark room. There were monitors surrounding him, but everything else seemed to have vanished. He remembered computers and equipment being everywhere. The bodies of the cold ones and the firekin…gone. The tables were bare.
He looked down besides the table and saw a box full of bloodied bones. Once he realized what they were, he tried to gag. He tried to react in a disgusted matter but his body did not do what his mind felt it needed to do. He curled up and buried his face in his hands.
“I see you’re finally awake” Demetrius heard a voice say. He looked up quickly to see the doctor standing nearby. It wasn’t the doctor though. Not in person, at least. He was translucent. “A hologram” Demetrius said, staring at the man who just took away most of what made him a human.
“Yes, I couldn’t stay once I was done operating on you. The cold ones are onto you once again. I have no desire to be mixed up in your business. Now, I wouldn’t go back to your home. There’s nothing left for you there. The cold ones followed you there and they did not leave a nice trail in their wake. What you chose to do with your new body and your new life is up to you. It will take you a while to get used to everything. Don’t worry; I’ve installed some programs to help you learn everything that is now different about you. You won’t be completely alone in the beginning. I would leave your remnants here. It might throw them off your trail. I would leave now. I don’t know how close they are. And just remember Demetrius, there is more to this world than fire and ice.”
The doctor vanished. Demetrius sat for a while in shock. That frozen girl was taking everything from him, and for what reason? Because he fought back? He jumped up off of the table, but was not prepared for the power that came with his movements. He flung himself into the wall and hit it hard. When he backed away, a chunk of concrete was stuck in his hand. He pulled it out, and he didn’t bleed. He caught a glimpse of bright blue light before his skin resealed itself.
He found his clothes sitting on a table and quickly got dressed. He grabbed the rest of his things and walked up some stairs that led to a door. He was blinded by the light on the outside. He looked around, looking at this world in new eyes. He once again started to walk to nowhere in particular. -
Rylie laughed. She had met a few male omegas before. A lot of them were ashamed of their position, but Leon didn’t seem to be at all. It was refreshing. “Yeah, my father probably would have murdered me if I was caught sleeping in grade school. He was always pushing me to do my best. Probably a little too hard. But, I did everything he wanted me to do and I did my best to do it without his help.” Rylie said, then realized she was giving away a bit much. “I’m sorry, I’m venting” she said, “What were your favorite subjects in school?”
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Rylie smiles at the bartender and says, “We’ll have two Old Fashioneds.” When the bartender walks away, she turns back to Leon. She wasn’t great with talking to strangers. It was different at work, she knew what she had to talk to them about. It was always business. She had a few friends, but they were all people who worked in her field, so they would always talk about their research and their work. It was all starting to suffocate Rylie a bit, so she figured this could be good for her. She just didn’t know how what to really do, so she turned to the cliches. She smiled and said, “Hopefully you’ll like those. So Leon, tell me a little about yourself.”
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“My name is Rylie.” she said. She took a deep breath and continued, “I haven’t had the best day, and if I continue to linger around the alphas I fear I’ll get myself into too much trouble. You look like a nice, mellow fellow though. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your time.” She gestured for the waitress to come over.
“What’s your name, and your poison?”
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Rylie didn’t need to say anything to those creeps, but she could never really keep her mouth shut in any situation. The young alphas continued to yell obscenities at her as she walked away from them, but she tuned out the noise. She brought that situation upon her self. Maybe it was time to just find someone to simply relax and pass the time with. Rylie still felt the need to rub salt in the wound though and walked over to a booth with a sleepy looking male omega sitting within and slid down onto the booth across from him. “Hello, would you like a drink?” she asked.
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Juno read through the papers she was hmm. “Ah, more local shenanigans. Alright Hewie, Layla; let’s go see what the others have to say about all of this.”
The two dogs followed Juno out of the lab and happily walked along the twisted halls. She heard some commotion coming from Bell’s room so she headed over in that direction. She walked in to see Aydin in trouble again with security.
“Oh Aydin, what did you do this time?” she asked. Hewie and Layla sat down on each side of Juno and assessed the area curiously.
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It had been hours, but the task was coming along nicely. His eyes and hands needed a break. He stared up at the screens surrounding the room, focusing on one in particular.
“You poor thing, It’s all falling apart. And for what?”
His greatest experiment. He would be glad just knowing that he was able to accomplish it. But as for the young man, he did not know how he would use this gift. The things he will come to learn cannot possibly keep his spirits as high as they once were. He came so close to achieving his ultimate goal, only to have it snuffed away in one small act.
And for what?
He looked down at the pile of bones, the mass of muscle all still stained with blood. The human body just cannot stand to survive the changes of this world. The world itself could barely hold on.
He watched a little longer as the colony slowly, coldly crumbled.
He was not done yet. Back to work. It’s so close.
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Rylie heard the alphas talking and the rage within her started to build up. Not today, she didn’t need to hear this shit today. She saw Karl, walk over to them and tell them to stop with their behavior. She had met him a few times at some of her father’s lavish parties. He liked to show off his alpha daughter. Respected alphas needed to be careful about how they acted around one another, and Karl seemed to know how to suppress his aggressive instincts.
Once Karl walked away though, they kept talking. In more of a hushed tone so not everyone could hear. They’re young and reckless and love to take risks. Typical young alphas. She kept her eye on them for a few more minutes. Though they kept their voices low, the cocky smiles were still strewn across their faces. One of the omegas accidentally made eye contact with one of them so he proceeded to make a crude gesture at her.
That was the breaking point. Rylie grabbed her drink and walked over to the group, making sure she had a sexy smile and was swaying her hips in an inviting way. She didn’t want to give away her intentions.
“Hello, boys”, she said as she slid into the booth with them. They looked at her a little surprised at first, but allowed her to join them when they realized what she was. They sat their and made some small talk with her for a minute or so while they puffed out their chests and acted like the big men that they weren’t yet. She may have been an alpha, but she was a female alpha and many male alphas often still looked down upon them.
“So, I heard what you were all talking about before” Rylie said trying her best to still sound a bit impressed. The cocky smiles came back. “I’d like to tell you about my day”, continued Rylie, “I often work with omegas.” The gang gave a disgusted look. “Oh, not labor-wise or anything. I’m a neurosurgeon if you weren’t aware already of who I was. I usually work with them to keep them alive.” The guys started to get the feeling that Rylie wasn’t there to befriend them.
“Today I had to perform emergency surgery on a young boy, an omega. Poor boy was going through heat for the first time. He was probably rushing home from school so he could keep himself secluded from everyone on the outside. He was only 13.”
“Turns out it wasn’t his lucky day though. A group of alphas just like you found him and were quite attracted to the scent. They started pushing him around and were trying to drag him to an ally somewhere. A few witnesses saw, but I believe most of them were also omegas.”
“When the boy bit one of the alphas in a sad attempt to try and get away, his attacker became infuriated and decided to bash his head in. He was rushed to the hospital where I work where I then had to try and fix the massive amounts of damage to his brain. He died on my operating table.”
“I suggest you watch how you act and what you say, especially in a nice place like this club. These people come here to feel safe, not to be intimidated by a bunch of young fools who wouldn’t even know what to do with an omega if they claimed one for himself. I suggest you leave if you don’t know how to act.”
“Have a nice day, boys” she said as she slid out of their booth noticing their infuriated faces and started to walk away. She kept herself on guard in case they decided to retaliate against her words. It probably wasn’t the best idea to call them out directly, but she couldn’t help herself.
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Rylie spent most of her day dealing with other Alphas at her job. All she was reminded of was the competitive bickering she sees at her job on a daily basis between all the Alphas who were arguing to get their way. She was just as guilty, but she didn’t need that tonight. She picked up her drink and headed back to the bar. Maybe she could make some regular conversation with a little less ego flying all around the room. She’ll have to try her best to tone down her own. It was easy to tell who belonged to what group though. She sat down on the same stool. The bartender started heading back over to her but she held her hand up, “Oh, no. I’m fine. But…thank you.”
It was easy talking to patients and their family’s. You told them what they needed to know and you got out. Small talk was never a strong trait of hers.