<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/29/71/cf29711ff0c572a633e04e7f84ec9aba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gwendolyn "Gwen" Crooks<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Looks roughly around 24| Is around a century and a half old<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human turned Banshee<br/><strong>Bio:</strong>Gwen hadn't always been a monster, a beacon of death who's ghostly wail signified the passing of yet another soul; she had once been nothing more than a youthful young woman who's future would have been like many in her position. Born in 1850 meant Gwendolyn life revolved around the needs and demands of her family, hard work and expectation making it a rough existence but one that was all she had known. The eldest daughter of a farmer Gwen's household chores consisted of tending to more of the house hold duties as well as caring for her younger siblings, her father and older brothers toiling in the field of their modest crops while she aided her mother in the home. From cooking to cleaning as well as cobbling together clothing Gwen's true art was that in embroidery with the skill passed down by her mother's tooling, a craft that brought a little more coin to the household with flourish requests that the blonde rather enjoyed passing her time with.<br/><br/>Times were indeed hard but to Gwen it was simply life and for a time it was peaceful in the old country aesthetic; until that fateful night where everything changed. The night had been like any other as the sun had long sunk beneath the curtain of night, speckles of stars once luminous now swallowed by the inky darkness of a fearsome storm coming upon the horizon. A low moo of an escaped cattle had woken Gwen from her once peaceful slumber to make the young woman investigate the sound against her better judgement, her line of reasoning falling with not wanting to disturb the rest of her family who seemed pleasantly asleep and undisturbed. Stepping out into the whipping wind and seemingly never ending darkness the fresh faced maiden could barely make out the faint outline of the cattle who was the cause of her awakening, within the distance the steer seemingly twitching until the horrific sound of guttural ripping cracked through the air like thunder. All at once the maiden felt her entire form freeze with the realization of another presence within the damp field she had seemingly been treading through unbeknownst to herself, the center drawing her ever closer against her will until the haunting wail that sprang forth gripped her like a pair of icy tendrils deep into her very being.<br/><br/>The storm itself continued to pound the little farm house as though on a different plane of existence from the dazed Gwen, the inky creature whom had lured her presence to the center of the field encompassing the maiden in her entirety as it filled her body like a flesh doll to take over. All Gwen could remember during it all was her lips parted in a horrific scream as she felt her entire body turn to ice and the very essence of her soul sucked clean, yet the sounds of her screams that had once been her own were twisted into that of a wailing melody of pure hungering sorrow that would become the first true cry of what she had now become. The magnitude of the storm ravished the farm house without mercy as it pounded upon the still slumbering family unknowing of their daughter's anguishing cries, that only when the deathly wail reached their ears was it too late to escape the downfall; the house itself was pulverized into a mass of wood and structure as all those inside were crushed to death in their beds.<br/><br/>Come morning Gwen would wake in a daze within the field with a pounding headache making her eyesight hazy, the still damp gown of her nightgown clinging to her chilled form and yet it didn't seem to phase the young woman. News of the storm that had claimed many lives during the night had reached the neighboring communities within the country, and yet when greeted with the frazzled Gwen they would draw back in gut wrenching horror, her very presence that of discontent and gnawing grief that those who drew close were overcome with fits of agonizing anguish. Gwen would flee from the very home she had all but known her entire life with the heavy weight of pure grief twisting within her very spirit, the sounds of her sadness bringing forth bouts of sudden deaths and sickness until she realization of what she had become came to light. A deathly spirit had forged itself with a new host in order to become the death siren and as a result Gwen as she had once known herself had been lost that night. Everywhere the blonde maiden found herself death would seemingly follow like an old friend to greet her time and time again, the vocalization of her sadness opening up to bring forth chaos as through the years Gwendolyn began to hone in on her cursed existence, leaving the once vibrant youthful maiden to distance herself in order to spare those within her vicinity.<br/><br/>Through the ever growing century Gwen would walk her lonely path and simply exist, nothing more and nothing less. The changing times meant she needed to adapt and yet the ever presence of her curse refused to allow the woman to truly feel, and if she did she would soon find herself doubling back to distance herself. In the modern era the blonde had found herself walking the thin line between life and death, never aging and yet the chasm of pure despair never did become easier. A comfortable job from the meager apartment allowing her to remain at arm's length from society, but there was only one true salvation within her immortal existence that brought Gwen the smallest amount of joy; a brothel that catered to beings like herself, and the only true place she could feel at ease. She's a frequent customer as it isn't often to not see her within the accepting manor four or even five times a week, as it is the only place she can freely feel the comfort of another without the aching fear she does with mortals.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single| Has had a few lovers previously| Engaged once<br/><strong>Gender &amp; Sexual Identity:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Current Patron<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Monster form</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c2/70/45/c270450378028c7407616f1b1c662a25.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/82/7a/09/827a09c5eb3a22beb6a2be93a641d62f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Faust "Eli" Daniels<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Age unknown| Guesses around 5 centuries<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Drude| Demon of nightmares<br/><strong>Bio:</strong>Faust has existed within the known world far longer than he cares to either remember or tell, that even if posed this it would be unlikely he'd answer truthfully. In fact he rather enjoys toying with those around him to some degree whether it amounts in anger, anguish, or even sexual frustration; any reaction in his book is worth the sweet tang of torment. He is a being that thrives off the agony of others and makes no secret of his delight around humans, which was why it was quite strange to have the nightmare demon<em>willing</em>not only step within the brothel, but actually become employed by his own accord. Even now Faust has little idea other than perhaps a bored void within his painfully creeping existence, as awfully<strong>human</strong>such a thought it, though the demon would never admit to such.<br/><br/>A fairly dominant spirit Faust does enjoy watching others attempt to surprise him, his existence certainly allowing him to become quite a student in the art of sensual wrestling. Student that is more than crafty to pass on his teachings to those who request him with fevered energy as his pride more than makes him confident, the demon enjoying the fawning of men and women to sate his boredom.<br/><br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single| Can be greedy<br/><strong>Gender &amp; Sexual Identity:</strong>Pansexual| A lover of all<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Brothel Employee<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Monster form</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/44/ec/1c44ec608765783028ab9cc2f8b4cde4.jpg)</div></div>