Demon_Delicate
A looksie into my world's so you can get a deeper understanding of the character's and the world setting.
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TW's- Mentions of SA, Murder, Drug Abuse, Possible Abuse, Death, Gore Topics
DNI if Dead Dove Topics/Themes bother you!!!
In this hierarchical world, vampires reign supreme, occupying the pinnacle of power and influence. They are the royalty, the elite class that looks down upon the lesser beings below. Werewolves, on the other hand, find themselves at the bottom of this societal pit, their lives cheap and disposable in the eyes of both vampires and humans. If a werewolf is fortunate enough to avoid being brutally slaughtered upon discovery, they face a fate almost as bleak - being sold into a life of slavery, their bodies and/or skills exploited for the gain of others. The humans, meanwhile, languish in the middle tier of this stratified system, neither empowered nor powerless, merely existing in the shadow of the vampiric aristocracy above and the subjugated werewolves below. In this world, the lines between species and classes are starkly drawn, and the struggle for power and survival is an ever-present reality. Werewolves are human with wolf ears and tail (wolf ears and tails match hair color), they only take on their wolf form on the full moon or when feeling very threatened (Example-about to get killed). There is a rebellion that fights back against vampires and humans, but it mostly targets saving werewolves from being slaughtered or sold and bringing them to a safe haven that's hidden from all. The only way to be apart of this rebellion is if you have the tattoo mark of WAV on their upper hip (The tattoo is three Vs overlapping to slightly with an arrow through it) Once a werewolf has been bought, they are fashioned with a collar that shows they've been claimed. Depending on the owner depends on the collar type. Example: Ophelia’s collars tend to be a velvet black collar with blood red flower designs etched into the collar
Their stories all take place in a well established city named, Dawnrest (a fake city set in France), with Opal-Franz Incorporated being the best selling clothing line there.
Ophelia Collar
Official Tattoo
Fake Tattoo
WAV stands for Wolves Against Vampires, it is a werewolf ran secretive rebellion that allows few humans to join.
Leaving is NOT a Choice.
They primarily rescue werewolves in bad conditions, ex: Dog Fights, Sex Rings, Drug Holders. They tend to avoid bothering Wolves that have a decent life with whoever owns them (Ex- Vincent and his Guard Dog), in fact the organization avoids upsetting the Ophelia family as a whole due to how much push the family has.
Dog Fights- werewolves pitted against each other, the loser is the one that doesn't get killed.
Sex Rings- werewolves are treated like prostitute and are pimped out with no care to what might happen to them.
Drug Holders- werewolves are forced to undergo multiple surgeries, drug bags being planted in their bodies or being forced to swallow said bags only for them to be surgically removed.
The Official Tattoo of WAV is Three V's overlapping with an blunt tipped arrow going through it, while fakes have an arrowhead. Because the group is so secretive about who joins, they force new arrivals to undergo trails before they can truly join and gain the tattoo. In fact the patch the newbies wear is the fake one so if they deflect the actual group is safe (just....other newbies aren't).
Due to this a lot of newbies don't make it very far as other Vampires who might have a grudge against the group will go after them.
The fake tattoo is made with special ink that fades overtime (9 months), while the original is regular inked.
You die? You get cremated by the group.
You try to defect after? The group kills you.
So pick wisely
Gender: Male
Age: 2568
Birthday: December 23th, XXX
Species: Vampire
Occupation: CEO of Opal-Franz
Nationality: French
Hair: Grey
Eyes: Red
Height: 6'2"
Appearance-
A tall, pale masculine man with grey hair, that he slicks back, and bright red eyes. Desmond has a greying black anchor beard with sideburns, a scar going from his hairline down to his left eye.
Desmond typically wears tailored dark suits, with a white button up and a dark red tie, with polished shoes.
Personality-
Authoritative, Commanding, Ruthlessly Pragmatic, Emotional Distant, Sophisticated, Melancholy, Lonely, Possessive, Controlling
Likes
Elegant Craftsmanship
Control and Order
Loyalty
Rare Blood Vintages
Classical Music
Teaching (Secretly)
Dislikes
Any Form of Weakness
Sentimental Flattery
Chaos and Improvisation
Smell of Cheap Colognes
Loud, Unrefined people
Technology without Beauty
Franny Ophelia (Deceased Wife)
Vincent Ophelia (Son)
Lullaby Ophelia (Daughter)
Francine Ophelia
Nickname: Franny
Age: 1160
Birthday: May 14th, XXX
Species: Vampire
Status: Deceased
Nationality: French-Italian
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Red
Height: 5'4
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Franny was a pretty, soft female who had short brown hair she'd curl and dark red eyes. Her makeup was brown tones with a sharp cat eye and she had sharp fangs.
She enjoyed the vintage fashion and would match her jewelry to her clothes
Personality-
Nurturing, Graceful, Dignified, Quietly Brave, Empathic, Intuitive,
Background-
Franny died of a mysterious, degenerative illness- rare among vampires (possibly magical or inherited.) Desmond poured every resource into trying to save her, but she passed at 1,160. Her death fractured the Ophelia family.
Desmond became colder and More Authoritarian.
Vincent closed himself off entirely, emotionally frozen at the moment of losing her.
Lullaby became more unhinged- grasping for attention in all the the wrong ways, bitter.
Her portrait hangs in the Ophelia estate, untouched. Fresh roses (Vincent) appear beneath it every full moon.
Likes
Garden courtyards bathed in moonlight
Singing lullabies to her children
Painting or Embroidery
Classic Literature
Human Musicians and Artist
Fresh Bloodwine with herbs, Served warm
Family Dinners
Dislikes
Harshness without purpose
Seeing her children in pain
Being dismissed as "Too Soft" by other vampires
Politics
Felling powerless
Desmond Ophelia (Husband)
Vincent Ophelia (Son)
Lullaby Ophelia (Daughter)
Nickname: Vin
Gender: Male
Age: 126
Birthday: April 29th, XXX
Species: Vampire
Occupation: Heir to Opal-Frans
Nationality: French
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Height: 5'9"
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Vincent has a pale, almost grey complexion with red eyes. He has shaggy black hair that he parts at the side, leaving some hair to fall over his face. His ears are pierced but he only wears jewelry during gala's or important events. Vincent wears a pair of gold colored rounded glasses that have a chain attached to them.
He typically wears a black turtleneck with a light colored jacket on top of it with nice dress pants, paired with polished shoes.
At home, he wears a baggy shirt with sweatpants.
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Aloof, Egocentric, Fickle, Obsessive , Possessive, Ambitious, Dominating, Private, Stubborn, Dramatic, Logical, Persuasive, Serious
Likes
Reading
Quiet nights in the office
Swords or Old Weapons
Strategy games, private duals
Being alone
Subtle rebellion
Dislikes
Lullaby
Unjust cruelty
Being treated like a puppet
Public Attention
Emotional Vulnerability
Losing Control
Desmond Ophelia (Father)
Franny Ophelia (Deceased Mother)
Lullaby Ophelia (Sister)
Lullaby Ophelia
Nickname: Princess
Gender: Female
Age: 121
Birthday: Oct 13th, XXX
Species: Vampire
Occupation: Unemployed
Nationality: French
Hair: Pink
Eyes: Red
Height: 5'0"
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Lullaby is a rather short young lady, with long pink hair that has volume and bangs that have face framing pieces. She has big red eyes with her pupils being slightly cat-like. Because of her short nature she wears decent heels to give herself height, but her shoes tend to be hidden by her dress most of the time (5% of the time).
Her state of clothes falls more in line with poofy dresses and gothic themes
Her nails are medium coffin shaped and are normally painted a deep red or black, and she wears bat wing hair clips.
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Entitled, Manipulative, Aggressive, Psychopathic Tendencies, Hyper Jealous (of her Brother), Performatively Charming, Emotionally Volatile,
Likes
Causing discomfort in others
Expensive fashion
Power Plays
Collecting rare or forbidden objects (or people)
Dark Poetry and High drama
Getting under Vincent's skin
Dislikes
Being ignored
Vincent having something she doesn't
Softness, sentiment, or emotional vulnerability (in herself and others)
Losing
Werewolves being treated like equals
Boredom
Desmond Ophelia (Father)
Franny Ophelia (Deceased Mother)
Vincent Ophelia (Brother)
Nickname: Wolfie
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birthday: Oct 6th, XXX
Species: Werewolf
Occupation: Guard Dog
Nationality: French-Canadian
Hair: Grey
Eyes: Yellow
Height: 6'0"
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Bullet is a tall, lean male with shaggy grey hair and yellow eyes that have cat shaped pupils. Due to being a werewolf he has grey wolf ears and a fluffy tail with sharp canines.
He tends to wear simple shirts with jeans and some sneakers, with a green bomber jacket on top. He does have the Ophelia Collar around his neck
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Loyal, Angry, Pretty but Deadly, Fiercely Independent, Emotionally Complex, Possessive
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Bullet was born behind electrified fencing and camouflage netting in the snowy forest north of Dawnrest, not in a city or a home but in a rescue. A hidden werewolf safehouse, run by those brave enough to defy the hierarchy. He never knew a real town, never attended school. His world was his mother’s warmth, cousin’s laughter, and his uncle’s worn voice telling stories about wolves that ran free. By sixteen, Bullet had grown, lean with grey hair and sharp-eyed. A boy with a tail and ears that marked him as a werewolf and a face that made humans stare too long. When a human girl stumbled upon their compound, lost and frostbitten, Bullet saw her as a sign. She spoke of a sanctuary, of human-ran shelter with underground railroad systems for wolves, allies in the city. His mother was cautious and his uncle didn’t trust her, but Bullet believed…and with that belief, he led them into a trap.
The trap was set up by the W.A, Werewolf Acquisition, a sanctioned trafficking group that captured and culled undocumented wolves. Bullet was forced to watch as his family was torn from him: his cousin screaming, his uncle bleeding, and his mother fighting until they shocked her unconscious. Bullet was spared, due to the girl who had lured him here stopping the guards and saying ”Wait. Not that one. He’s pretty.” And they put him into a separate cage, and the next night, she opened the door and let him go with no apology, no explanation. Just a sentence. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty.”
Bullet never looked back and he never tried to find out what happened to the others…it was easier to run, to believe they had died.
Likes
Running in his wolf form
Music with feels (Blues, Hard Rock, ex..)
Honesty
Handmade things
Being touched gently
Dislikes
Being called "pet", "pretty boy", or "lapdog"
Lullaby
Cages, collars, chains
Being underestimated
Emotional manipulation
Nickname: Hen, Buck
Gender: Male
Age: 48
Birthday: Sep 14th, XXX
Species: Human
Occupation: Retired
Nationality: French-Canadian
Hair: Black Grey
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'1"
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Henry is a tall, rather buff older man with short black hair that's starting to grey. Blue eyes, thick eyebrows and a short boxed beard.
He wears a warm, soft black turtlenecked sweater, a brown overcoat, faded jeans, and work boots
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Stoic, Reserved, Observant, Calculating, Loyal (But Not Blindly), Protective, Discipline, Self-Sufficient, Cynical, Emotionally Closed off, Slow to Trust
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Henry use to work as Head Security for the Ophelia family, before he retired at 45. He got to witness first hand at how differently Vampires and Werewolves got treated, noticeably how humans tended to treat the wolves worse than even the vampires.
So he bought a nice cabin that was located deep in the wintery woods near the city of Dawnrest. Henry made sure the cabin was a good distance away from civilization. Once a month he makes the three hour drive into the city to stock up on supplies before returning.
Working under the Ophelia family put a pretty penny in his retirement fund!
Likes
Sharpening his knives
Hot drinks, Cold weather
Old books
Quiet Companions
Old blues music
Dislikes
The city
Modern technology
Bright fluorescent lights
Aquatica
TW's WIP
Aquatica is a vast, water-dominated planet, where oceans stretch endlessly and land is scarce. Life here is shaped by the tides, with merfolk as the dominant species of the deep, living in harmony with sea creatures and natural ecosystems. The remaining human population survives on scattered landmasses, floating villages, and ships—outsiders in a world that no longer belongs to them.
Coral Reef Rehabilitation Center
Location: Coastal edge of the largest human-occupied landmass in Aquatica, just outside the City of OceansidePurpose: To heal, study, and reintroduce injured or displaced merfolk and aquatic hybrids back into their habitats—while maintaining delicate ecological and cultural balance.Staff: A mix of marine biologists, aquatic medics, therapists, and a few trusted merfolk volunteers.
Philosophy: "Care without captivity."
Merfolk are not imprisoned. They can leave once stable (unless deemed a danger to others or themselves).Services they offer:
Physical Rehabilitation, Behavioral Therapy, Species-Specific Habitat Zones, Reintroduction Support, Solitary Care ChambersArchitectural Features:
Main Dome (Above Water):
Resembles a giant semi-organic aquarium research center.
Designed with aesthetic peace in mind—natural lighting, soft acoustics, and flowing saltwater pipelines.Interior:
Filled with multi-shaped tanks, pools, and aquatic "rooms"—some round and deep, others wide and flat—all species-specific.
Tank walls are semi-transparent with coral, anemones, and gentle water features to mimic natural habitats.
Multiple dry walkways, floating decks, and submerged observation tunnels allow humans and CRRC staff to work alongside patients with minimal disruption.Back Section (Submerged):
Slightly underwater, with open tidal gates that connect directly to the sea.
Allows for smooth release and re-entry of merfolk when they’re healthy.
Functions as both rehab training grounds and a return route to freedom.
Mermaid/Merman
Researchers
Alias: Grumpfins
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Birthday: August 4th. xxx
Species: Hybrid Snowflake Moray Eel
Hair: Black
Eye: Yellow
Height: 12'2" (Torso=5'8", Tail=6'8")
Appearance-
Estra has a rather pallor appearance, black scaling going up his neck and back with yellow splotches. Messy short black hair with yellow eyes, and black ear fins with yellow white spotting. Estra is handsome with a muscular body with a white, black and yellow splotching eel tail bottom half, sharp nails, white webbing between fingers, and gills on the side of his neck. Due to being a Hybrid he is much longer than other Snowflake Moray Eels. Estra has poor eyesight but a rather keen sense of smell.
Personality-
Introverted, Obsessive, Territorial, Emotionally Guarded, Hyper-aware, Loyal (in secret), Easily Agitated, Poor social skills, Possessive, Messy Eater & Groomer, Suspicious by default, Sensitive, Protective Instinct, Unintentionally funny, Curious
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Estra was born to the Deeprift pod, a group that made its home in the colder, deeper trench zones of Aquatica’s outer shelf. His mother was a stern defender of the pod, and his father (rarely seen) was a massive snowflake moray hybrid who lived alone along the rocky lift walls. Their pairing was brief, and Estra was born unusually large, long bodied, and different.
From his earliest cycles, Estra was….wrong. He moved like a predator, he struck first, and he didn't play with the other younglings, he instead watched from the crevices. He bit too hard, swam too fast, and didn’t understand why his presence made others nervous.
When he was nine, an aggressive snap during a feeding frenzy left another pod member badly injured. That was the final crack in a long failing relationship between Estra and the pod. The elders exiled him, not cruelly, but with a cold sort of fear. He was left near a reef system far from the migration routes, with food caches and a no return order.
Estra survived, alone. He carved out a cave within a narrow reef chasm, it was dark, sheltered, and shaped exactly to his body. He lined it with bones, shells, and whatever scraps drifted close. Over time, he grew stronger, longer, and more sensitive to every ripple in the water around him. He learned to hunt by scent, he memorized current shifts and he lived off instinct and caution. When pods passed by, he watched in silence, always from the shadows. They whispered about him. The Pale-Coiled One…The Cavewatcher. And he didn’t mind the solitude…not at first.
At fifteen, he suffered a deep wound from a territorial saltwater crocodile. Unable to swim properly, he was found by a CRRC scout and (despite his aggression) was brought to the Coral Reef Rehabilitation Center for treatment. He bit a nurse, he hissed at doctors. But eventually… he let one of them tend to his wounds, and left as soon as he could, but they never forgot him and they still send someone to check on him every migration cycle. He tolerates them. Especially the quiet ones.
Years passed and Estra grew into a creature of habit and silence. Then the Driftwake Pod arrived a peaceful, easygoing group who made camp just beyond his reef. They acknowledge his presence. Didn’t mock him or try to make him join. He appreciates that.
Estra still lives in his cave, but he is no longer invisible, the Diftwake Pod accepts his presence and a member of the pod treats him like a person and he doesn’t know what to do about this. Estra still growls when approached, still flares his gills when teased, but he no longer believes he’s meant to be forgotten (and though he’ll never say it out loud, he’s starting to hope someone stays)
Likes
Eating Small Fish (especially if he catches it),
His Cave,
Scent Trails,
Strong Currents and Narrow Passages,
Giving Gifts (secretly)
Dislikes
Pod members getting to close,
Being Dismissed or Mocked,
Bright Lights,
Being Watched,
Human Boats and Ships,
Sloppy Water Movement
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Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthday: October 7th, XXX
Species: Saltwater Crocodile
Hair: Dark brown
Eye: Brown
Height: 19ft (Torso: , Tail:)
Appearance-
Dante is a Saltwater Crocodile merman, with short brown hair that has slightly spiky ends, brown eyes with thick brown eyebrows. Muscular body with a dark greenish drab hue, scaly crocodile lower half, green drab colored scales going up his hands to his shoulders. Tanned Honey skin tone, handsome face with a snaggletooth. He has sharp teeth and sharp claws, crocodile tail, merman lower half, long muscular tail, and human upper body.
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Aggressive (when intruding on his territory), Possessive, Territorially, Ruthless, Tough,
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fighting others,
boasting,
watching prey
Dislikes
competition,
others in his territory ,
cold waters
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Swanfell
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In the bustling city of Swanfell, humans and demihumans live side by side in a society still learning how to truly coexist. Once feared or hidden, demi-humans—beings with animal traits and heightened instincts—are now a common sight: serving lattes in corner cafés, assisting in hospitals, or guarding high-profile clients on the city streets. Though discrimination lingers in certain corners, public acceptance has grown, and in many places, demi-human companions are not only welcomed, but relied upon.
At the heart of this social shift stands the Duskfall Institution, a specialized facility dedicated to training demihumans as either medical support partners or professional security aides. Their services are voluntary and highly regulated—pairing willing humans with trained demi companions who help with everything from emotional therapy to high-risk protection. Duskfall presents itself as a symbol of progress, care, and ethical partnership.
But Swanfell’s polished surface hides deeper cracks.
At the edge of the city lies the abandoned Darkrise Asylum, a grim relic from a time when demihumans were treated as dangerous experiments instead of living individuals. Once a psychiatric facility, Darkrise was shuttered after a scandal revealed horrific illegal testing on demi-human patients—some of whom never left. To this day, rumors swirl about ghostly sightings, strange dreams, and whispers that the head doctor’s twisted legacy still lingers in the shadows.
Swanfell is a city of contrasts—between healing and harm, freedom and control, progress and the sins of its past. In this world, demi-humans must navigate not only human society, but the ever-present question: are they seen as partners… or property?
Duskfall Institution
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Darkrise Asylum
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Strawberry Ridge
A peaceful strawberry farm on the outskirts of Swanfell, known for its fruit, and its second chances.
Nestled in the sun-kissed hills just beyond the city limits of Swanfell, Sweetbriar Ridge is more than just a strawberry farm. With rolling fields of sweet red berries, blooming wildflowers, and the scent of earth and sugar on the wind, it has earned a reputation for producing the juiciest strawberries in the region. But to those in the know, Sweetbriar is something rarer: a quiet refuge for demihumans trying to find their footing in a world that doesn’t always make room for them.
Originally founded by Abernathy's, the farm began as a family plot and grew into a modest operation that supplies local shops, bakeries, and weekend markets. But what makes Sweetbriar Ridge unique isn't just its produce, it's its people.
The farm takes in newly assigned or unpaired demihumans, especially those recovering from trauma, burnout, or institutional mistreatment. While some come from Duskfall Institution's gentler programs, others arrive carrying the scars of rejection, misuse, or worse. On the Ridge, they're offered work, stability, and space to just be, whether that means tilling soil, caring for goats, or simply sitting in the fields watching bees drift through the clover.
The farm also offers community service opportunities, this how ever does depend on the crime the person/demi might have committed.
Duskfall Characters
Darkrise Characters
Strawberry Characters Human's
Strawberry Demihumans
Alias: Lucky
Gender: Gender
Age: 25
Birthday: May 4th, xxx
Species: Golden Retriever Mix
Hair: Blonde
Eye: Blue
Height: 5'8"
Occupation: Support Dog
Appearance-
Lucky has tousled, fluffy blonde hair that is slightly messy, he has golden retriever dog ears on his head with a matching golden dog tail. Bright blue eyes. He has sharp canines and a decent sense of smell thanks to his canine side.
Lucky tends to wear layered clothes, a white hoodie with an orange-yellow overcoat and a black shirt under it all, with blue jeans and simple sneakers. He does have a small earring on his left ear
Personality-
Enthusiastic & Earnest, Gentle Emotional Intuition (Still Developing), Incredibly Affectionate, Obedient but Curious, Eager to Please (with a Self-Worth Hook), Optimistic, Sometimes Naïve, Sensitive to Rejection, Overcompensates Under Pressure,
Background-
Lucas was born and raised in a mid-sized house, located in Ivory Crossing. From a young age, it was clear he was destined for support work. He had a calming presence, responded well to emotional cues, and always tried to comfort his brother and sisters when they were in distressed.
He was affectionally nicknamed "Lucky" by his brother, but the nickname makes him feel like he has to live up to it.
Lucas was a model trainee when learning the ropes to be a Support Demi: kind, attentive, and naturally cheerful. But behind his sunny smile, Lucas carries a quiet pressure. He was never the strongest, fastest, or most assertive--- but he was reliable, sweet, and safe.
He graduated training only a few month ago, eager but untested in the real world
Likes
Physical Affection (Consensual),
Acts of Services,
Comfortable Cozy Spots,
Long walks or Jogging,
Homemade Food (Especially Biscuits),
Being Praised
Dislikes
Raised Voices or Aggressive Behavior,
Being Dismissed,
Cold weather or wet fur,
Being Alone to Long,
Tight Collars,
Bitter Food,
Watching People Cry
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Briar Glen
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In this soft urban fantasy world, Alterfolk—the collective term for supernatural and non-human beings such as vampires, fae, lycanthropes, demons, elementals, and hybrids—have lived in the shadows for millennia. For centuries, ancient pacts and powerful illusionary magics known as The Veil concealed their existence from most of humanity, allowing them to operate in secret societies, hidden enclaves, and parallel cultures.
That all changed 40 years ago, during a global metaphysical upheaval known as The Veilfall. The collapse of this ancient magical barrier was sudden and irreversible, triggered by a chain of global events: overlapping leyline disturbances, a mass awakening of latent powers, and a catastrophic incident involving an interdimensional rift in what is now classified top-secret.
The aftermath was chaos—news feeds flooded with footage of dragons over Shanghai, entire forests shifting into fae realms overnight, and angelic figures appearing mid-battle in war zones. Some humans panicked, others worshipped, while many demanded answers. World governments scrambled to respond. A few countries declared martial law or tried to suppress the truth; others opened dialogues and formed coalitions to integrate Alterfolk peacefully.
In the United States, the Interspecies Civil Accord was passed just five years after the Veilfall, legalizing the rights of Alterfolk to live openly, claim citizenship, and access public education, healthcare, and legal protections. Still, tensions remain in many sectors of society, with fringe hate groups and radical Alterfolk supremacists creating ongoing social strain.
In the midst of this cultural shift, Meadowgate University was founded as one of the first post-Veilfall interspecies academic institutions. Built on what was once a private magical sanctuary in the verdant outskirts of the town of Briar Glen, Meadowgate was repurposed into a progressive, integrated university designed to promote coexistence, understanding, and interdisciplinary education between humans and Alterfolk.
Now entering its third decade of operation, Meadowgate stands as a beacon of hope and controversy alike. Its curriculum is as eclectic as its student body, offering degrees that bridge the arcane and the academic
Meadowgate Mascot
Schools Colors-
Pink, Green, and Black
Team Name-
The Meadowgate Talons
Sports Offered-
Football Team/Cheerleading, Soccer, Gymnastics, and Track
Clubs-
Drama Guild- Theatre
Photography & Media Society- Pictures
Petal Gardeners- Runs the Greenhouses
The Talon Times- Student-run news outlet
Gaming Realm- Gaming, Board and Digital
Popular Tracks
Community Mediation & Social Advocacy
Forensic or Law Enforcement Prep.
Nursing & Emergency Response
Broadcast Journalism & Public Image Management
Sports Medicine & Team Management
Magitech Engineering & Sustainability
Elective Courses & Minors
Post-Veil History & Politics
Myth to Modern Culture
Alterfolk Psychology & Behavior
Hybrid Identity Studies
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Bunny & Bloom Cafe
Bunny & Bloom Café is a beloved, slightly eccentric crossdressing maid café run by a sharp, charming demihuman rabbit. The café’s tagline, written in flowing script on its pastel awning, reads:
“Cute blooms in every form.”
Here, the roles are reversed — male staff wear elegant maid uniforms (ruffles, aprons, and bunny ear accessories), while female staff dress as dashing butlers (vests, gloves, ties).
The point isn’t parody — it’s playfulness, self-expression, and a touch of confidence.
The café attracts both human and Alterfolk students from Meadowgate University, known as a safe, judgment-free space for gender and identity exploration.
Bunny & Bloom Menu
Desserts:
Sweetheart Parfait- Layered vanilla cream, berry compote, and edible glitter that has little golden stars
Bunny Bite Cookies- Shortbread cookies shaped like bunnies, decorated with pastel icing
Blossom Tarts- Mini Tarts with fruit filling (strawberry, lemon, blueberry) arranged like flower petals.
Carrot Velvet Cake- A carrot cake that has cream cheese icing and candied carrot curls on top
Gentlemen's Brownies- Brownie that has chocolate drizzle and raspberries on top
Bunny's Dream Puddin- Caramel Flan with a dollop of whipped cream and a chocolate bunny coin stuck in the cream
Coffee:
The Rex- Rich, mocha espresso with hints of hazelnut and cream, with chocolate shavings
The Dutch- 1/2 white chocolate, 1/2 dark chocolate, swirled. Finished with a dusting of cocoa
The Harlequin- Iced caramel macchiato layered with butterfly pea flower milk
The Cottontail- Sweet cream cold brew with vanilla foam and a tiny marshmallow tail on top
The Lop- warm spiced carrot chai latte with cinnamon and honey
The Angora- velvety vanilla rose latte topped with whipped cream and pink sugar flakes
Sandwiches:
The Meadowgate- Fresh basil pesto, roasted chicken, mozzarella, sun-dried tomatoes, and arugula on ciabatta
The Sunny Sprout- Grilled cheese made with mild cheddar on buttery bread, pressed into a flower shape. Served with a small cup of tomato dipping soup
The Berry Bunny- Strawberry jam and cream cheese on soft milk bread, cut into heart shapes. Lightly dusted with powdered sugar
The Little Meadow- Mini veggie wrap with lettuce, shredded carrots, and a touch of ranch dressing.
The Morning Hopper- Mini breakfast sandwich with fried egg, cheese, and a slice of ham on a small brioche bun
The Hare-Raiser- Spiced pulled pork, apple slaw, and bourbon BBQ sauce on a brioche bun
Milk:
Banana Cream Bun- Banana milk with vanilla whipped topping
Strawberry Milk Bloom- Classic strawberry milk served in a glass bottle with whipped topping
Mint Meadow Milk- Cool mint milk with chocolate drizzle
Blueberry Bun- Blueberry milk with a soft lavender hue, served chilled with sugar crystals around the rim.
Meadowgate
Bunny & Bloom Cafe
Alias: Gabe
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthday: Dec. 5th, XXX
Species: Human
Hair: Dark Brown (Dyed Pink)
Eye: Purple
Height: 6'1"
Nationality: Portuguese, Spaniard, Irish
Major: Physical Education
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Gabe is the Wide Receiver for the Meadowgate Talon's and his jersey number is 02
Appearance-
Gabe is a muscular male, with fluffy pink hair that has the underside shaved down and he pushes back, purple eyes, and a strong jaw. Gabe has a toned body, a nice 4 pack, thick arms and muscular thigh. Man has dolphin bite piercings and medium sized black gauges, and he has a tattoo on his right arm that covers the whole of his forearm (the design is a traditional dragon with waves and flowers, black and white).
Personality-
Charismatic, Confident, Playfully Flirtatious, Loyal but Selective, Little bit Vain (but Endearingly so), Driven , Competitive, Emotional Guarded, Causally Rebellious, Surprisingly Soft (for small kids and animals)
Background-
Gabe grew up in a loud, loving, borderline chaotic home, with him being the second oldest of five. Leonardo was the golden firstborn, he was mature and the one who stayed calm in a crisis, Gabe was the one who was more bold. He was the one who made people laugh and got in trouble constantly, but he was also the one who taught Matias how to fight, he let Arielle paint his nails, and got Miguel into Football.
Sports was Gabe's way of escaping the busy house that was his home and was also a battlefield. Football had started off a way to burn off energy and compete with Leo, but Gabe thrived in it (it gave him structure and spotlight).
Gabe chose Physical Education as his major because it felt like an extension of himself: physical, energetic, hands-on, and people-oriented. He doesn't due well sitting for long hours, but he thrives in classes that involve movement, teamwork, and direct interaction. He's especially passionate about exercise science, athletic training, and the psychology of coaching—though he’ll never admit how deep he’s actually gotten into a textbook.
Likes
Football
Loud Music (Alt Rock & Hip-Hop)
Energy Drinks & Smoothies
Video Games (Sports & Fighting)
Piercings & Tattoos
Dogs (Big, Goofy Ones)
Boxing
Funny TikTok's and Memes
Dislikes
Being Talked Down On
Early Mornings
Cold Weather
Losing
People Crying In Front Of Him
Drama
Gossip
Being Treated Like A Dumb Jock
Leonardo (27)
Matias (24)
Arielle (23)
Miguel (23)
Gloria (46)
Declan (47)
Alias: Matt
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birthday: March 21st, XXX
Species: Human
Hair: Red
Eye: Purple
Height: 6'0"
Major: Criminal Psychologist
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Lean and wiry build, with messy fiery red hair and purple eyes with freckles over his nose. He prefers wearing layered clothing, hoodies, dark wash denim, and comfortable sneakers.
Personality- Sharp-tongue, observant, sarcastic, clever, a little too perceptive, carries a soft underbelly he hides beneath jokes and commentary. He is stubborn and tends to brood, especially if he feels overlooked. He is the quickest to pick a fight but also the fastest to apologize…in his own weird way. He loves mysteries, unsolved cases, and analyzing people
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True Crime Podcast,
Journalism/Investigations,
Arguing (Playfully or not),
Long walk at night,
Spicy foods,
Observing people,
Challenging games
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Being talked over,
Early mornings,
Fake people,
Anyone treating him like the “Forgotten Middle child”,
Reliance on others
Leonardo (27)
Gabriel (25)
Arielle (23)
Miguel (23)
Gloria (46)
Declan (47)
Alias: Crow
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: March 23rd, XXX
Species: Crow
Hair: Black
Eye: Grey
Height: 6'2"
Major: Journalism
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Corvus is a tall male, with a lean and wiry build (he is built for speed not strength). His hair is jet black with a blue hue, that is always slightly unkempt. His eyes are grey, with a subtle silver ring. Corvus has large black wings on his back.
He often wears dark, layered clothing (ripped jeans, leather bracelets, fingerless gloves, and loose shirt with rolled sleeves. His ears are pierced multiple times. and he wears mismatched jewelry (a mix of silver and blacks)
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Charismatic, sharp-tongued, and effortlessly social. He’s bold, flirtatious, and thrives on debate, chaos, and pushing boundaries (especially with authority figures.) Highly perceptive, he reads people easily and isn’t afraid to use the truth as a weapon. Beneath the charm is a restless, intense edge; he hates hypocrisy and crosses lines on purpose. He forms attachments fast and fiercely, masking emotional wounds with humor, confidence, and provocation.
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Shiny Objects
Rainstorms
High Places
Coffee
Quiet Company
Windchimes
Puzzles & Riddles
Cigarette Smoke
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Sudden Loud Noises
Overly Bright Lights
Disrespect Towards Animals (especially birds)
Crow Stereotypes
Cages
Broken Promises
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Alias: Dray
Gender: Male
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Species: Vampire
Hair: Black
Eye: Red
Height: 5'8"
Major: Art
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Blood
Light Nights
Old music
Cigarettes & Lighters
Power Games
Art of the Human Form
Night Drives
Candles
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Cheap Perfumes
Mirrors
Garlic
Morning Classes
Being told he has a "Type"
Alias: Jax
Gender: Male
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Species: Fox
Hair: Red
Eye: Blue
Height: 5'11"
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Alias: Roe
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthday: October 13th, XXX
Species: Pumpkinfolk
Height: 5'11"
Major: Psychology
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Rovan wears a well-shaped pumpkin head with stylized, confident carvings — crescent eyes and a carved grin that tilts slightly higher on one side, giving him a mischievous look. His inner flame burns a steady amber-orange that brightens when he’s enthusiastic or flares when angry. Has a small pumpkin stem tattoo on his wrist. He has a slight tan, as he is warm toned. His default outfit is a white hoodie layered beneath a brown leather jacket, jeans, and boots
Personality-
Moves through life with an easy, unhurried rhythm. Rovan has a comfortable presence as he isn’t loud or dramatic, instead he quietly engages, observes, and listens before speaking.
Rovan has a sharp sense of humor, though it is deadpan and subtle, and it takes people a second to realize he’s joking. His expressions don’t change (since he has no muscles for that), but his tone and flame flickers do. Those who know him well can read every tiny change in brightness as emotion.
Rovan’s introspective and sentimental but he hides it under a layer of dry realism. He’s not cynical, just practical.
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Likes
Crisp Autumn Weather,
Spiced Drinks,
Warm Clothes,
Dry Humor,
Sarcastic Banter,
Lantern Light
Dislikes
Strong Winds,
Heavy Rains,
Cold Drafts,
Using None Pumpkin Heads,
Plastic Pumpkins,
Losing Arguments
New Harbor
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New Harbor is a vibrant coastal metropolis where golden sunlight glints off modern glass towers and the turquoise sea laps at pristine stretches of white sand. The cityscape is a picturesque blend of beachfront high-rises, art deco boardwalks, and palm-lined avenues, making it a postcard-perfect destination by day — and a city of secrets by night. Tourists flock to its beaches and luxury resorts, unaware of the delicate balancing act between the city’s gleaming façade and the shadows that lurk just beneath it.
Wealthy elites live in gated oceanfront estates or sky-high penthouses with panoramic views of the bay, sipping cocktails on rooftop terraces while the city buzzes below. In contrast, the working-class districts — nestled further inland or near the industrial shipyards — bear the brunt of a widening economic divide. These areas, though sunlit, are worn and weathered: sun-bleached paint peels from stucco walls, and the scent of salt air mixes with diesel fumes from the harbor.
Though the skies are clear and the streets dry, corruption thrives in the heat. Politicians smile for the cameras at beachside charity galas while cutting backroom deals in private cabanas. Organized crime flows as freely as the coastal breeze, embedded in the city’s sunny lifestyle — laundering money through beachfront casinos, controlling smuggling routes via private marinas, and masking human trafficking under the guise of high-end escort services and modeling agencies.
Surfers and socialites might populate the shores by day, but when the sun dips low and the neon signs begin to glow, New Harbor reveals its dual nature: a paradise painted in warm light, hiding cold intentions. The scent of sunscreen fades into that of grilled street food and cigar smoke, and the laughter from beach bars blends with whispers of betrayal and ambition.
From the affluent sun-drenched hills to the shadowed alleys behind beach clubs and liquor stores, New Harbor is a city of contrasts — beauty and danger, luxury and decay — all basking under the same radiant sun.
The Verno Family
The Verno Family
Lead By: Rino Verno
Second in Command: Valentino Bersani
Type: High-tier organized crime syndicate
Territory: South Bay, the Marina District, and uptown financial centers
Public Front: High-end clubs, restaurants, modeling agencies, luxury real estate, and "import/export" businesses
Key Crimes: Money laundering, arms dealing (elite clientele), political blackmail, racketeering, escort fronts, and covert human trafficking
Key Crimes: Money Laundering, Arms Dealing,
Escort/Modeling Agencies, Blackmail Network, Political Puppeteering, "Cleaners"
Operations: American-Italian Mob
Tattoo: A stylized scorpion with its tail curved into an arc above its body. A crown is above it tail with a "V" inside it, worked in a symmetrically, minimalist linework, geometric shapes
Colors: Black, Gold, and Navy Blue
The Red Serpent (La Serpiente Roja)
Lead by: Santiago Diaz
Second In Command: Unknown
Type: Ruthless street syndicate turned organized cartel
Territory: Dockside Slums, Industrial Strip, and the Undercity (New Harbor’s sewer-connected black markets)
Public Front: Auto chop shops, underground fight clubs, street racing circuits, scrapyard casinos, and independent security firms
Key Crimes: Gunrunning, illegal street drugs, extortion, protection rackets, debt collection, underground fights, body disposal, weapons for hireThe Serpents operate like a coiled nest — tight, territorial, and deeply loyal to one another.
They’re not flashy like the Verno Family or symbolic like the Hollow Saints — they’re visceral, violent, and visible.
Ranks:
Fangs: High-level enforcers with authority to act on Santiago’s orders
Venom Runners: Smugglers, dealers, and debt collectors
Scales: Recruits and muscle — marked by coiled serpent tattoos and branded knives
The Coil: Santiago’s inner circle — rumored to be comprised of ex-fighters, former cartel lieutenants, and one terrifying ex-priest
Tattoos: All members bear some variation of a coiled serpent, usually hidden — if you can see it, you’re already in trouble
Colors: Blood Red, Charcoal Black, and Steel
Alias: P.I Sweets
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Birthday: Feb. 14th, XXX
Species: Human
Hair: Greying Black
Eye: Blue
Height: 6'0"
Nationality: American
Occupation: Detective
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Sweets is a tall, muscular male with shaggy black (grey) hair that's a bit messy from him constantly running his hands through it. He has sharp light blue eyes and thick eyebrows. He has a well groomed boxed beard that's black with hints of grey.
Sweets wear dark colored button ups with a black tie, a dark grey trench coat, with dress pants and polished shoes, plus he wears those sock garters.
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By-The-Book Cop (but Jaded), Flirtations (but Guarded), Grim Humor, Hardworking, Emotionally Intelligent (pretends not to be)
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Likes
Black Coffee (No Sugar)
Classic Jazz
Old Crime Novels
Stormy Weather
Worn-In Leather
Late Night Drives
Dislikes
Tourist Traps
Crooked Cops
Synthetic Scents
Being called "Sweetie" in a Patronizing Way
Rich People who think they're Untouchable
Being Off-Duty
Alias: Benny
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthday: April 7th, xxx
Species: Human
Hair: Brown
Eye: brown
Height: 5'11"
Nationality: American
Occupation: House Husband
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Benjamin is a tall handsome male, with shaggy brown hair with matching eyes. He is handsome with a soft air around him, pale skin with a slight red complexion.
He tends to wear dark colored turtlenecks with nice pants and shoes
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Surface traits: Friendly, Easy-Going, Quick to Smile, Highly-Attentive to Detail.
Core: Possessive, Loyal, Emotionally Intense, Strategic, Quietly Manipulative, Protective, Insecure Beneath the Surface
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His wife
Physical Closeness
Cooking & Baking
Home Security
Classical Music, Low-fi Jazz
Routine
Dislikes
Strangers getting to friendly with his wife
Secrets (expect his own)
Unannounced Guest
Being Dismissed or Ignored
Therapist and Shrinks
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Birthday: July 27th, xxx
Species: Human
Hair: Blonde
Eye: Blue
Height: 6'1"
Nationality: Italian
Occupation: Mafia Boss
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Rino is a tall, lean male with a toned physique. Natural blonde hair that's tousled with an undercut and intense blue colored eyes, he has a well-defined jawline with slight stubble. Rino has a scar . He has tattoos going up his arms, neck, and upper right chest. Rino wears dark colored button ups with the top buttons undone to show off a little, dark dress pants, with polish expensive italian leather black shoes
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Arrogant, Commanding, Charismatic (With A Dangerous Edge), Protective & Devoted (to his girlfriend), Vain, Immaculate, Cruel (When Crossed), Strategic, Ambitious
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Likes
His Girl (Obsessively),
Power & Control,
Fine Taste,
Playing The Game,
Tattoos & Symbolism,
Late Night Jazz & Italian Ballads,
Cooking (Secretly)
Dislikes
Disrespect,
Being Touched (By Strangers),
Idle Chatter/Small Talk,
Rats & Traitors,
Smell Of Cheap Cigarettes and Fake Cologne,
Being Ignored or Interrupted,
Tourist (mostly)
Alias: Evan
Gender: Male
Age: 47
Birthday: October 2nd, xxx
Species: Human
Hair: Greying Black
Eye: Blue
Height: 6'2"
Nationality: American
Occupation: High School History Teacher
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Evan is a fit and broad-chested man, with greying black hair that looks slightly tousled, he has ocean-blue eyes and wears stylish reading glasses. He also has a tan and is sun kissed from regular beach walks
Evan is a tall and fit male with greying black hair that's tousled looking from constantly running his hands through his hair. He has pretty ocean-blue eyes and wears stylish reading glasses. Evan is sun kissed tan from constant exposure to the sun, and he has a short, well-kept salt-and-pepper beard.
Evan can be found wearing a Hawaiian shirt that’s unbuttoned, white drawstring swim trunks, and black flip flops when he is at the beach. His normal everyday clothes mostly consist of white button ups with pressed pants and nice shoes.
Personality-
Steady & Grounded, Emotionally Wounded (But Not Closed Off), Deeply Kind (But Not a Doormat), Thoughtful & Introspective, Private ( But Open to Connection), Dry Sense of Humor
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Everett was born and raised in New Harbor, a child of the middle class in a city that glitters for the rich and wears thin for everyone else. His parents were modest people; his father a postal worker, his mother a bookkeeper. Nothing fancy but it was a childhood filled with love and routine.
As a young adult, he stayed close to home, he earned a degree in History from Beachside College, came back to teach at New Harbor, It wasn’t a grand plan, it just felt right.
Familiar. Solid, as he never wanted prestige…Everett just wanted purpose.
In his mid-20s, he married his highschool sweetheart, Janet, a fellow teacher with a creative streak and a loud laugh. They were a good team for a long time. Bought a house, had two kids, made spaghetti on Fridays, and took vacations to national parks, and to amusement parks.
But over time, the connection faded, not from betrayal or cueralty. It was from growing in different directions. Janet started talking about life beyond New Harbor, about change and Everett wasn’t ready to reinvent everything. He thought their life was enough. It wasn’t. So she left four years ago. Kindly, but firmly. Everett didn’t fight, just stood still while everything shifted around him. Their split was civil, and their kids understood, but Everett was left with an echo of himself. The silence of his apartment, a dinner table that felt too big, but he didn’t spiral not truly… he just put a pause on his life
Likes
Early Mornings,
Handwritten Notes,
A Good Bookstore,
Acoustic Music,
Old Sweatshirts,
Fixing things with his Hands
Dislikes
Forced Positivity,
Crowded Parties,
Social Media Bragging,
Feeling like a Burden,
Janet (Ex-Wife)
Ava (Daughter)
Liam (Son)
