<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nathalian James Beaumont||The Gabriel||Champion to the Nevada Fae Territory||Player: Hekate</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>Name</strong>:Nathalian James Beaumont (True Name: Cŵn Annwn; Gabriel or The Gabriel)<br/> <br/><strong>Age</strong>: The glamour he uses is one of a man whose into his early 40's, but his actual age is unknown. He has existed before Arthur the king lived and that can only be a hint of how old he must be.<br/><br/><strong>Race</strong>: Fae. He is associated with the Wild Hunt (Beast Lord) and Spirits. In the Nevada reservation, he has just been appointed <strong>the Champion</strong>, most believe that this has to do with his affinity to Gwyn ap Nudd and the Gray Lords.<br/><br/><strong>Powers (If any)</strong>: The Gabriel commands his own soldiers, like him they all take up the form of hell hounds, their fur is of black or dun colors and their eyes are red. Depending on who sees them, they can either be confused with large dogs or wolfs. Being a Beast Lord, gives him an edge over most fae, he is trained to hunt like a predator and his speed as well agility is quite impressive. He can mask his aura as well as he has the power to change humans into hounds. He can speak to the dead, although he holds no power over them. Gwyn ap Nudd presented him with a war horn whose call brings all of his beast subjects to him, whether they like it or not.<br/><br/><em>Weaknesses</em>: Iron. Blood; brings out the beserker in him. His wife and Child.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Career</strong>: Nathalian, before the declaration of secession, dedicated himself to nothing. Marrying a human socialite gave him the opportunity to not only dedicate to his family life, but to dog breeding, particularly Mastiffs. He continued to be nevertheless the underhand of Gwyn and the Gray Lords, although his justice was barely called on.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>:<br/><br/>The Gabriel is a cold, heartless bastard. He follows his orders to the letter and even if they don't agree with what he believes to be good or bad, he still enacts his justice. He serves, because that is his nature and expected of him; he also serves because of fear of any harm coming to his family. He is very dominant, his patience is very small and his temper is dangerous. He is protective of what is his and most of the time, he makes sure to look after of his charges. He is a predator, a very dangerous predator, but a loving husband and doting father.<br/><br/>Those he chooses to roam with him are either men or women who owed him debts or tortured, corrupted souls. To these warriors and servants, he calls them his children, although he doesn't suffer their deaths like an Alpha would.<br/><br/> <br/><strong>Appearance</strong>:(Please see image). The Gabriel is over six feet tall and five inches, his height and muscled body tends to intimidate his enemies. His hair is kept short and pulled back into a small knot, the color of his hair as well as facial hair is a dark chocolate brown with some rays of blonde. His facial hair has some hints of white in it. His eyes are dark as the night he roams. When outside of the Fae territory he tends to wear suits, but he keeps his glamour intact, when inside the Fae lands he is often riding in a black or white horse that is dress in magic chain mail that does not bring any harm to the Beast Lord. The Gabriel as Champion wears a (magic) knight metal suit that has silver and gold adornments, this suit in particular was given to him as a gift for his service by the Gray Lords.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9c64ecWHN1qgfqclo1_500.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Background History</strong>:<br/><br/>The Gabriel is a Fae of Full Blood. He was born into a fae noble clan and at a tender age, like his father before him, he prepared to became the legendary figure he is now. In truth, he is of Welsh origins, the name he uses just a title to give him prestige. He has survived this long because of his cunning nature and his association with the court of the Gray Lords. When his Lord and Master, emigrated to the New World, he followed dutifully even if he disliked the idea, but he owed Gwyn ap Nudd too much to fight him. Unlike many of the Beast Lords, he wasn't put down, nor put under a sleeping spell, nor held captive in prisons. He was let to his own devices as long as he checked in and kept his loyalties to his Masters.<br/><br/>For a long time he roamed the United States, hiding behind the guise of a traveler, but that changed when he met his spouse. After a long period of courting, he decided to finally let her see the beast within, to his amazement she accepted him and took him on the proposal of marriage. That was a trying time for him, after all his wife had become his number one weakness and the instrument to be use to manipulate him, it all got worse when his wife bear him a child. A half blooded fae daughter, he was gifted with and he made sure to dote on her as much as he could.<br/><br/>Peace had come to him finally, but that peace was disturbed once more when he was called back into the Gray Lords hold. He had to leave his wife and child to go to the Nevada fae territory to fulfill his duty, mainly because he was the Prince's right hand and because the life of both his beloved ones were going to be put in danger if he resisted. He has brought with him once more his hounds and has begun to work on the transition of calling all the fae back and barring the lands from the humans, although that has become a tough challenge.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shannon Jamerson||Fae Civilian||Player: Caela</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Appearance:</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/4221404b-937c-4019-8715-a9d6c2c85aa4_zpsf1d50d67.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Shannon Jamerson<br/><em>True Name:</em> Sinann<br/> <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 3482 <br/><em>Apparent Age:</em> Usually appears as a young blonde of no older than 25<br/><br/><strong>Race:</strong> Fae<br/><br/><strong>Powers:</strong> Shannon was once revered as a Goddess of the River Shannon. As such she has all the powers associated with her connection to fresh waters. She can summon any creature who abides in fresh water, can manipulate water in many fashions (freezing, heating, slowing/increasing currents etc.) and can even become a part of a body of water <em>if</em> it's large enough to hold her mass and can actually clean a body of water of pollutants if it isn't too large.<br/><br/><em>Weaknesses:</em> Iron, sea creatures are beyond her control but she can understand them, salt water is harder for her to manipulate than fresh water, all of her Powers are diminished as Humans have, mostly, forgotten who she once was.<br/><br/><strong>Career:</strong> Works the night shift maintaining the tanks at the Shark Reef Aquarium in the Mandalay Bay hotel (despite the attractions being marine creatures she still finds the connection to so much water soothing in a place as dry as Vegas).<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Shannon is a kind intelligent, seemingly, young woman. She is diligent in her current choice of career, never once calling in sick or missing a night of work. Most that know her have only good things to say, though the will mention that when she loses her temper, it truly goes and that getting on her bad side is not a good idea. Like any older Fae, she lives by rules most Humans would never fully understand, and being as old as she is, she has developed patience and an eye for the long game beyond Human comprehension. She doesn't think this makes her better than Humans, merely that it makes her perspective entirely different than theirs. <br/><br/><strong>Background History:</strong> Most of the Humans she works with believe she was raised somewhere in the Midwest and came to Vegas strictly to work in the Shark Reef, drawn my a love of, and interest in, Marine creatures.<br/><br/>The truth is much longer than that.<br/><br/>A Granddaughter of Lir, human myth says that she sought knowledge from a sacred well without observing the proper rituals, or after being told no, and that the well rebelled and sent it's waters rushing forth to drown her, thus creating the River Shannon and making her the Patron Goddess of that River at the same time. The truth is far enough back in the past that not even she truly knows it anymore but if asked, she would say that it was far more likely she started out as a River Fae and that Human belief and worship, elevated her to something more. <br/><br/>Even her age is an estimate. She counts it from the time she started paying attention to the passing of time, not from an actual date of birth.<br/><br/>Originally she was bound to her River, unable to travel far from it, or the Humans who worshiped her there but as time, and Human memory, waned she found she was able to move further and further from her place of origin and as her worship faded entirely, she became free to roam the world. Her freedom came with a price however as the reach of her Power waned as well. All still there, their scope and reach diminished; she considered it a small price to pay. <br/><br/>For centuries she roamed the Earth, searching, learning, watching kingdoms and empires rise and fall. Initially it was easy enough, simply take a horse and go. A new place, a new name, new customs and languages to learn and plenty of time to learn them. Over the last century however, it had started to become more difficult. Humans gave over the use of natural materials and their computers started cataloging people. It was beginning to make simply disappearing and taking to a new land harder...until the Grey Lords outed them all. Oh granted, only the pretty, those who wouldn't frighten the Humans too badly, like herself, but it certainly made moving about easier again. And being able to admit she was Fae had certainly opened up some prospects. <br/><br/>She'd barely had to interview to get the job at the Shark Reef when she'd admitted she was a Fae with an affinity for water. Hell they'd practically fallen over themselves trying to give her, what they considered, a <em>better</em> but she enjoyed working nights, being able to commune with the creatures she worked with, and not having to show off for the Humans.<br/><br/>Of course now they were at War, or at least not on good terms, with the Humans of America and most were contained to their reservations. She had a pass to continue working at her job but only because her nature meant that, if she were forced to remain in the desert, it was likely she would fade. Or so she let everyone believe. Even a small amount of water would sustain her, and human technology (plumbing in particular in her case) certainly allowed for a free enough flow of water that fading wouldn't actually be a problem. She'd become used to her freedom over the centuries however and wasn't willing to give it up simply because some Lord was fool enough not to protect his family properly.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diana Hunter||Fae Civilian|| Player: Callie Del Noire</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>Name</strong>:  Accalia (Diana Hunter)<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 23 (2000+, most of the last 800 years imprisoned.)<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Fae<br/><strong>Powers</strong>: Faerie; One of the last of the 'Beast Lords'. She walks the line between 'Beast Lord' and something closer to the positions that Gray Lords hold. Much of her power has been lost in the passing years since her imprisonment. She was a huntress and patron of the 'shifting kin' or Weres of Europe and the Middle East for centuries and was known to travel far. Her gifts and powers allowed her to assume the form of any beast she whose power she had tasted, a knack that she retains though it is now out of her control (IE. GM decides when/if she can taste the power of any Were).<br/><br/>She recently escaped from the sculpture she was bound in, though she recalls little of who betrayed her or how she came to be in it. She can call forth her weapons, a bow, sword and dagger of Faerie make. Though again, the weapons power is greatly diminished in her time imprisoned. Her senses, physical abilities and skill as a hunter are still beyond that of any human. Her only other power of note is the ability to call any animal to her. (Though Were and other shifters hear her call, they can easily ignore her). She can speak and understand any beast. The forms she misses most are those of the birds as she misses flying.<br/><br/>Her gift for Glamour is more a knack for hiding though she can hide some of her animal traits. (Her eyes, ears and talons)<br/><br/><strong>Career</strong>: 'Diane Hunter' is a well known nature photographer but hasn't been seen publicly since the 'retreat'. <br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Confused by this new world and a bit scared. She is looking for a niche in a world radically different from any that she had imagined before her imprisonment. She is a proud warrior and angry at the loss of her personal power, her followers and her 'debt' to those that freed her. She despises much of the 'New World' and wishes to find a way to return to the Underhill, where she imagines that she could find some clue to her fallen kin and followers. She knows she exists only on the strength of the Morrigan and her past 'services' with them.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong> : She tends towards dark black hair, alabaster skin, with nails tending towards claws and intensely green eyes. She <br/><div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/aab-djc-egagfax|bgibjcah_630x466.jpg)</div><strong>Background History:</strong>Once she was one of the great Beast Lords, a mistress of the Wild Hunt. Her powers over the animals and shifting kin granted her the ability to call forth all manner of creatures and beasts to aid her in the hunting of those she was set to find for the Gray Lords. Then she was betrayed and bound in a sculpture of bronze for centuries. Only recently has the prison's magic diminished enough to let her slip free.<br/>Only the intervention of The Morrigan, the three Gray Lords who were the celt goddesses of war she had served often in the past, kept her from being killed out of hand. Being more 'sensible' than most of the 'Beasts' allowed her to remain alive. She has been given an identity and taught the 'rules' of the modern world as well as English. <br/>With the 'retreat', she has withdrawn into the Underhill but has found it.. galling. She dislikes being 'imprisoned' and 'running', as a result she has become among those who argue that retreating is the wrong movement and has pushed to be allowed to return to the mortal realm. She feels that 'hiding' makes the Fae weak and encourages the forces that allowed a killer to go free. Secretly she feels that the Prince should have called upon the Hunt for vengeance rather than partaking it himself though she respects his strength to do so on his own.</div></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shane Chavez||Half-Fae||Player:Callie Del Noire</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Shane Chavez <br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.freebase.com/api/trans/raw/wikipedia/images/en_id/12654454)</div><br/><strong>Age</strong>: 25<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Half-fae (Mexican-American ethnicity, American Citizen)<br/><strong>Powers</strong>: Metal magic, immense strength, resilience.<br/>-Metal Magic: With a thought he can deform most metals but the most complex alloys with a touch and thought as well as being able to reshape them with concentration. He can manipulate metal devices fairly easy (locks and such) but the more 'modern' options tend to frustrate his powers due to his lack of fine control and/or modern plastics within. He can infuse metal with heat as well.<br/>-Inhuman resilience/strength. His 'metal magic' makes it hard to hurt him with a metallic weapon. Bullets, knives and an aluminum baseball bat have all be used with no harm, but a sideswipe from a pickup had him limping for weeks and wearing a leg brace while his cracked leg healed. He has put  his hand through a car door fairly easy. He can lift up to a half ton with proper preparation and has flipped a fully loaded half ton panel van with great effort. He also is somewhat resilient to intense heat and has handled a red hot horseshoe. <br/><strong>Career</strong>: College student, Blogger/Journalist, Freelance process server, Intern (Las Vegas SD, on suspension)<br/><strong>Personality</strong>: He has a strong sense of justice and desire to be a law officer. His 'indefinite suspension' and the continued interference by 'outside agencies' with his reinstatement with the Las Vegas Sheriff Department has made him feel a bit frustrated and he's taken to his studies, social reform efforts and blogging about the 'half-blood' situation. His physical ability, connections to the community make it easy for him to talk to dozens of people throughout the greater Vegas region. <br/><strong>Appearance</strong> : <br/><strong>Background History</strong>: Shane hadn't met his father when his mother, an anthropology professor died of cancer. She had left him with a lot of questions, a truly epic collection of Jazz records and one of the most extensive collections of Fae lore in the human world. He grew up knowing how to watch for Fae, knowing to not say thank you to them, understanding how the 'Gentry' could not lie but shade the truth. She introduced him to a bunch of the lesser fae over the years. After a while he started to suspect that he was a half-blood but it wasn't till after her death that he found a note and a picture. The picture was a nondescript man with his mother as a social mixer. The note attached to the read a simple phrase: 'The Smith of Capel Ceyln'. He stayed with his grandmother, another scholarly woman in the family. She had been a reporter who covered migrant rights and labor issues before retiring to work in the local university. She took him around the area, and he rapidly learned to 'network' with all manner of folk. <br/>When he turned 18, he came into his power. He got shot in a drive by shooting. Finding that the bullet never even punctured his skin was just the start. He helped the LVSD find the shooters (the shooters had been gunning for a classmate who died in the shooting) and started considering a role in law enforcement. With the revelation of the Fae, he got a scholarship and offers to be a 'Fae consultant' in law enforcement. He is currently studying a dual degree in Fae Studies (mostly history/anthropology) and Law Enforcement at UNLV. With the 'withdraw' of the Fae to the reservations and the impending 'war' his internship with the LVSD has been put on hold ('Indefinite Suspension' due to the change in the program he was interned under). He suspects that someone in CANTRIP shut him out. To cover his school his expenses he's been serving papers for various companies, lawyers and such. He is considering repoing cars using his powers, and has been experimenting in a friend's local junk yard using blank keys and salvaged cars.<br/></div></div>