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✓ Siobhan Xapham Leslie
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  • ✓ Isaac Jophiel Albert
  • ✓ Alise Wilmington
  • ✓ Scott Southern
  • ✓ Benjamin Vaughn
  • ✓ Svetlana Vasilyev
  • ✓ Dyllann Schuster
  • ✓ Clarissa Lailah Bradford
  • ✓ Valentine Dimitreu
  • ✓ Arwyn Valkyrie
  • ✓ Adam Lee
  • ✓ Aeryn Zephon Constantine
  • ✓ Cora Ailward
  • ✓ Dominic Howlett
  • ✓ Carter Nichols

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Hunting in the wrong place (Dominic and Siobhan)

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The Lost Nephilim(Siobhan and Isaac)

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Studio Drama (Erin and Siobhan)

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Trespasser (Siobhan and Arwyn)

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----- If I disappeared into thin air would you notice I was gone? -----

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Nicknames/Alias: Sibie, Little Bird, Baby Bird, Spidey, Shivy
Faceclaim: Lili Reinhart
Age:  18 | Real 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Date/place of birth: Unsure/ From a family of nomads
Current place of resisdence: Evermore City, Colorado
Nationality/Species: Pure Nephilim
Occupation (Only if applies): Assistant to Isaac Albert
Relationship: None Currently


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Build: five foot two inches, Hour-glass figure

Hair colour: Blonde 
Eye colour: Bluish Green (Purple Tint)
Distinguishing marks:  Scars on her palms from her nails, Dark scars where wings come from.handwriting-fonts

“You see, Siobhan?”
“That, daddy?”
“Indeed. It will all be yours some day..”
“All of it?”
“All of it”

Siobhan tightened her grip around her father's forehead as she sat upon his shoulders, both of them enjoying the pleasant sunset over the fields of crop and farm land they had only recently acquired, the first seedlings sprouting to life above the soil as specks of green against the earth.

“Sweetheart, if you are to be apart of this family you need to work for your food and your shelter, as I have done and my father before me and his father before him. It is simply the way we thrive, you understand?”, her father explained, ending with a question that no one could expect an 8 year old to answer. “I understand”, Siobhan responded simply, her small child eyes gazing over the field, “I want to help anyway I can daddy”. Her maturity for a young girl was surprising to anyone she met, however it was simply a side affect of being brought up the way she had.

Before their home on the edge of Evermore city, the Leslie family traveled across the country, living off the land and off the grid, never once turning to the modernization of the world for assistance in their own lives. Their family had done so for generations, choosing to distance themselves from the progression of the world and it’s newly found technological wonders over the past centuries. However, living like this was not without it’s downfalls.

Siobhan spent her life being home schooled, when she was not studying the set work criteria from her parents she would be learning from and helping her father with foraging food for dinner and constructing shelters for the family to utilize. It may sound like a dull, boring way of life, but to Siobhan and her family, it was just their way of seeing the world. Even though their family had these outlooks Siobhan's mother expected her daughter to be perfect, Siobhan took this to heart and would punish herself when she was not perfect, she would dig her nails into her palms resulting in scars now. They were not extremists, never using their dislike for technology to attack or degrade others, merely choosing to live their lives as they choose fit. 

After living the first decade of her life moving around, her father finally found the suitable location beside Evermore to settle down, a place that wasn’t too close to society and just far enough away for them to build their own home and farm their own land. This gave her brother, who had been born five years prior to herself, and Siobhan the opportunity to grow as individuals, rather than dedicating all their time to study, food scavenging and building new shelters everyday; Now they used this new found time for developing their own set of skills, each choosing to delve deeper into particular areas of their family's ideals.

Siobhan chose to practise her construction, using the method of trial and error to self teach herself when her father was too busy farming or tending to their home. She became quite good at it rather quickly, learning new skills such as proper build planning, how to assess an area for it’s quality as a foundation for new builds, strong frame construction and much, much more in terms of carpentry. By her mid teenage years Siobhan had become something of a prodigy within her family, not only for her work in construction but also due to the fact that she was something of a boyish rogue.

Siobhan often enjoyed spending time outside in her childhood or reading the comic books her brother brought back from the city when he snuck off, most would assume a girl of her age to be inside playing dress up or brushing a doll's hair, but not Siobhan; She prefered the mud on her clothes and the wind through her hair. She would often waste away the afternoons with her brother, chasing one another through the nearby woods, building tree forts and having ‘sword’ fights with sticks from the forest bed. Siobhan was happier here in Evermore than she had ever been, but being at your highest point in life meant there was only one way for you to go. 

One fateful afternoon while Siobhan had grudgingly agreed to stay home and help her mother cook dinner, her brother and father went out hunting for tomorrow's meals. It was like any other day for the Leslie family, only this time neither brother nor father returned home that night, causing both Siobhan and her mother to worry, yet her mother insisted that they would return sooner or later, that they were probably having trouble tracking a skittish prey. But being the rebellious lass she is, Siobhan refused to just sit down and wait for the men to come; So while her mother was busy doing this or that, she slung her bow and quiver over her shoulder and left out the back exit and using her own tracking skills to follow the path her family had left on their way out to hunt.

It was not a long walk, only taking her to the edge of the woods close to home. The scene she found would be carved into her memories forevermore; Her brother and father’s bodies lay before her, mauled by what appeared to be an animal of sorts. Siobhan could feel the walls of her emotions crashing down like cinder blocks inside of her, with every passing moment she looked upon them felt like a crash of lightning against the side of her skull. After several moments of shock, the tears came, gushing down her cheeks as she dropped to her hands and knees, fingers digging into the soft earth beneath her touch.

Twigs crackling amongst the treeline caused her head to twitch upwards at the sign of something close, as if the predator that had attacked her family was stalking the scene of its crime. Siobhans eyes scanned the darkness through her matted tears, seeking any sign of physical danger, simply daring the threat to come out and face her. The challenge sent a bolt of excitement through her. Though that excitement swiftly turned to fear as she spotted the source of the nearby presence. A pair of white iris’ hung at eye level to herself just beyond the trees, glowing against the moonlight.

In a flash, Siobhans instincts reacted and her dominant hand had already drawn her bow, arrow pulled back with the bowstring; The eyes blinked and vanished the second she had done so. Without hesitation she let the arrow fly to its target, hearing the yelp of an animal as she surely at least scathed the beast. Jumping to her feet, Siobhan rushed forward and quickly found drops of blood besides a set of paw tracks, although these tracks were far too large to belong to your average wolf… It had to be something more than that.

Siobhan ran after the tracks and trail of blood droplets, she could hear the pounding of the creature running from her just meters ahead of her in the darkness. All sense had left her, it didn’t matter if she died, it didn’t matter if she would never see home again, all that she could think of was killing it. A hot fiery rage fueled her actions like the animal she was in pursuit of. After a few minutes of sprinting the creature had seemingly lost interest in the chase, turning on it’s heels Siobhan was suddenly faced with the piercing gaze of it’s white Iris, as well as a better view of what it actually was.

It was huge, at least when compared to a regular wolf; It appeared to a black shaggy wolf the size of a small bear. Without giving Siobhan any time to stop, the creature had already pounced at her, without having enough time to plan a counter attack she simply kept her forward momentum and dropped to her knees to slide underneath the wolf’s lunge. As she slid Siobhan drew another arrow, arching her back as she closed one eye, her breathing slowing somewhat as she aimed up her shot at the beast while it leapt through the air; She released her grip on the arrows’ fletching.

The sound of a something heavy could be heard hitting the ground behind her as she straightened back up in her slide, coming to a stop after just a few feet. Her senses had kicked into overdrive, unbeknownst to herself this entire ordeal had awakened the Nephilim abilities she always had sleeping inside of her since birth. Without getting to her feet, Siobhan drew another arrow into the bowstring, her torso rotating 90° to point the arrow tip in the direction of the beast. But what she saw was somewhat shocking. Her previous arrow had pierced the underside of its jaw line, going right up through the apex of its skull; It had died before it had even hit the ground.

Siobhan slowly got to her feet, keeping her bow drawn and ready to fire just in case it stirred, she began to creep over towards the motionless body, using a foot to nudge its side. The young woman was about to lower her draw when she felt a flash of anger, remembering what this thing had done to her; In rapid succession she unloaded the remaining dozen arrows she had in her quiver right into its limp body, simply for the satisfaction.

Her hot breathe rose in puffs of vapor from her lips, the anger and rage finally seeping away and slowly being replaced with an inkling of guilt for the harm she had caused on this creature for killing her family; But that fact is exactly what allowed Siobhan to brush away the guilt with ease. A flash of light suddenly swept over the area of a very short moment, Siobhan reacted by ducking behind a tree and peering out from behind it, her eyes looking in the direction from which it had came, the same direction she had been running after the wolf.
A moment later, another flash of light illuminated the area from beyond the treeline ahead of her. What kind of magic could be causing such a phenomenon? She thought to herself. Curious to find out, keeping her bow at the ready of course, Siobhan crept onwards, hearing what sounded like the rumbling of a dozen growling lions fading in and out of earshot. It was most unusual for her, hearing what most would immediately identify as cars traveling down a road.

She soon found the edge of the treeline, before her was something of wonder to someone like herself, who had spent her life away from the the ever developing technological wonders of the world. Siobhan had emerged from the woods to cast her gaze upon the skyline of Evermore, the lights and sounds of the bustling city could be heard even from her current position. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, she knew immediately that she wanted more.

Siobhan ventured into the city, her eyes sparkling from the reflections that the countless beamed down upon her; It was beautiful. She had always had a curiosity for the modern world, although she had never dared to go against her family's beliefs, but that didn’t matter all that much anymore. The young Nephilim wandered for almost an hour, her jaw dropping at every turn. A lot of the people she passed in the streets gave her a funny look, as she was walking through the city without bothering with the dangers of crossing the road at random intervals as well as the absence of footwear, which was apparently something the average Joe frowned upon.

After a while, Siobhan began to start looking from the magnificent skyscrapers to the people down on the ground; Their fashion sense was something of marvel to her. With her eyes now jumping from face to face, a rather tall man passed her and as she laid her eyes on this man Siobhan felt.. Something. It was a warm feeling, her instincts told her that she could trust him. The girl slowed her pace before coming to a stop, glancing over her shoulder at the curious male, her eyes narrowed inquisitively.

She let her eyes follow the man while he walked, noticing now that he was not sporting the same type of fashion as majority of the populous around her had been; He wore a long white lab coat eclipsing his frame. Without contemplating further Siobhan spun on her bare heels and followed him back down the street, keeping her distance as to not raise suspicion.

A few minutes later the man had arrived at his destination; An apartment building. Siobhan saw the man swipe a card through some sort of device attached to the glass door, quickly figuring that this was some sort of lock she sped up and stuck her foot in between the door and the frame just before it slammed shut. Slipping inside she kept her gaze upon the man, following his steps as he stopped short of the elevator door, “You’re not one for stealth, are you?”, came the man's voice, a rich british accent in his words. “What are you?”, Siobhan blurted out, before she could stop herself.

Siobhan Leslie had met Isaac Albert, a Creator for the Nephilim faction of Evermore. If Siobhan expected a journey of discovery when she decided to venture out into the world after her deadly encounter earlier, but she could never have anticipated this level of discovery. Isaac invited the young Nephilim upstairs to his loft where he showed her what he had been working on; As a mad scientist, he had many projects in the works. The wonders inside of his laboratory simply astounded Siobhan, there were magnificent to the eyes a normal person but beyond that for her, who had never laid eyes on technology.

Siobhan was not sure why this man simply let her inside of his home, showing her all these amazing things. Halfway through his little ‘tour’ she realized he had no idea WHY she found all of this so outstanding. And so she began the long story of her life, consisting of about 4.5 pages in Google Docs. The two Nephilims bonded rather fast, resulting in Isaac offering her a job as her assistant; She graciously accepted. However, she informed him that she needed to at least visit her mother first, considering everything that had happened that night.

It did not take Siobhan long to find her way back home once she had reached the forest, the hardest part was navigating the new concept of roads and footpaths that she struggled with. Once home, she found her mother awake in the living room and absolutely worried sick. However, this worry quickly turned to anger as she began berating Siobhan for leaving the way she did. Slowly but surely the berating escalated into something of a screaming match between the two, during which Siobhan spilled everything she had learnt and seen that night, including the deaths of her brother and father.

On top of everything she had already drilled into her mother, Siobhan added the fact that she had decided to live in Evermore, that she would be Isaacs assistant and work towards helping those in need. It is safe to say that the relationship between mother and daughter had diminished greatly throughout the fight, as it ended with Siobhan leaving all of her belongings behind except her fathers necklace and her brothers ring she placed on the necklace. She slamming the door in her mother's face, choosing to go back to Isaac’s home slash laboratory and begin her life in the world of today.

 

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Parents: Father(deceased), Mother (Strained Relationship) 
Siblings: Brother (deceased)
Spouse: None
Current partners: None
Ex partners: None
Friends: Dominic, Erin
Enemies: None

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The Good:  Independent, Fearless, Skillful, Kind Soul

The Bad:  Guarded, Technology Challenged,  Shy, Broken

The Ugly: Siobhan is known for being light hearted with a smile on her face but she has a darkness in her that only shows once she is provoked. 

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Studio Drama (Erin Brix)

Hunting in the wrong place (Dominic Howlett)

The Lost Nephilim (Isaac Albert)

Trespasser (Arwyn Valkyrie)

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At 4:28 on November 19, 2017,
Ailward Guard
✓ Dominic Howlett
said…

Damn straight

At 0:16 on November 18, 2017,
Therian
✓ Arwyn Valkyrie
said…

No problem! Whenever you're free to plot, let me know. I definitely wouldn't mind.

At 4:47 on November 17, 2017,
Ailward Guard
✓ Dominic Howlett
said…

Replied, Lovey, though it may not be in English as my brain was mush. Good luck lol

 
 
 

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