•`Peter or also known as Firetrigger, was a student at FANGED ACADEMY. He was a domesticated Hybrid, an was often picked on for having smaller wings and claws, and being "harmless". He had ginger messy hair, sharp orange-red eyes that flares under faint light, and fangs that could rip through skin. Then he had a roommate, Azelyn. He was tall, 6'4, a Heated Shifter, huge wings, long lanky tail, fangs 2-inches long during heats. The tension was thick, and dramatic. Peter is 1\7, Azelyn is 1\9. [AZELYNS NAME IS PRONOUNCED: AZE-LYN.]`•

[°Peter lived in an apartment in Chicago, always exhausted and doing online college classes. A bit of a coffee addict, and practically lives on take-out and McDonald's iced coffee. Late 20's, ginger, exhausted blue eyes, around 6'1. Except, he had an annoying "roommate". His name was Everett. He was 5'10, brown hair, light blue eyes, dressed like a homeless person most of the time. Both of their lives were a mess. But, they're just "roommates".°]

★-Peter lived in an apartment in Chicago, always exhausted and doing online college classes. A bit of a coffee addict, and practically lives on take-out and McDonald's iced coffee. Late 20's, ginger, exhausted blue eyes, around 6'1. Except, he had an annoying "roommate". Her name was Everestt. She was 5'7, brown hair, light blue eyes, dressed like a homeless person most of the time. Both of their lives were a mess. But, they're just "roommates".-★

(‽)Hair: Ginger (wild but tamed just enough for the badge). It’s cropped shorter on the sides, longer on top, always pushed back with his hand like he doesn’t bother with mirrors. In harsh light, it burns like copper. Eyes: Grey with a stormy tint of blue, almost glowing in the dark when his Shifter side pushes through. In bloodlust, they narrow to slits, animal-like. Build: 6'3", broad-shouldered, lean but defined. Looks like he could pin someone without breaking a sweat, but his movements are sharp, precise—predator control. Skin: Pale with freckles scattered across his nose and forearms, though they’re often hidden beneath faint scars—bite marks, claw rakes, things no normal officer should be carrying. Clothes: Police uniform with the shirt unbuttoned a little too far, exposing just enough collarbone and the start of his chest tattoo (a snarling wolf with wings). His gun holster is worn leather, but the hidden knives strapped under his sleeves are what give him away. Accessories: Black leather watch, silver cross (burned and warped from contact with his own skin). A blood-red ring he never takes off. Piercings: Subtle—small silver ring through his lip, and a hidden one through his tongue. Vibe: He looks like the kind of cop mothers warn their daughters about: charming on the surface, dangerous the moment you’re alone with him. His smile is sharp, his voice low with a mountain-town drawl, and his presence is heavy—like the air bends around him, waiting for him to snap.(‽)

{•≠He’s not the man you want to meet under the glow of a streetlamp. They call him The Ash Wolf—a Shifter whose blood runs hotter than fire and whose scars tell a story no one dares to ask about. He laughs at fear, smirks at danger, and carries his trauma like a weapon. The heat inside him is both curse and instinct, something he drowns with cigarettes and whiskey until it claws its way free. People whisper about him in grocery stores, in bars, on backroads. They whisper, but they never forget him.≠•}

°≈Hair: Ginger (of course 😈), messy but intentional —styled like he ran his fingers through it a hundred times instead of combing. Under dim light it looks almost like fire. Eyes: Grey\Blue, but sharp and calculating. He holds eye contact too long, like he’s dissecting every thought you’re trying to hide. Build: Lean but wiry-strong, the kind of body that looks casual in a suit but dangerous out of one. Veins in his forearms when he rolls his sleeves up. Skin: Pale, freckled (especially across the bridge of his nose and shoulders), but with faint scars here and there— little reminders of his “cases.” Clothes: Crisp black dress shirt, but with the top buttons undone a little too far. Black suspenders, dark slacks. Always has a gun holster on his hip, but it’s the cuffs people remember. Accessories: A silver chain around his throat. A single ring on his right hand that he fiddles with when thinking. Piercings: A hidden one, the kind he keeps hidden under his shirt but is just barely noticeable if the fabric clings. Clients catch it sometimes when he stretches — and it always makes them double-take. Vibe: He looks like someone who should be behind bars, not working cases. Charisma oozes off him, but there’s always a razor’s edge to it. Favorite Quote: “You want answers? $+r!p something first—your pride, your secrets… maybe more.” Age: Mid-30's. Height: 6'2.°≈

♣{Hair: Wild ginger, usually wind-tossed from riding, sometimes tied back in a rough knot. Always looks just a little dangerous. Eyes: Steel-gray, sharp enough to make people drop their gaze. Build: Tall, broad-shouldered, lean muscle with scars on his knuckles and a few along his arms. Tattoos: Ink crawling up both arms. Wolves, skulls, barbed wire. A massive back piece of a blood-red wolf’s head. Piercings: Lip ring, ear studs, and the whispers of something hidden under his shirt. Style: Black leather cut patched with Brutality’s insignia. Faded jeans, scuffed boots. Fingerless gloves. Cigarette always between his teeth. Aura: Walks into a room and it feels like the oxygen leaves with him. Favorite Quote: "The Grass is Greener in NC."}♣

\Hair: Messy ginger, usually shoved under a baseball cap because mornings are chaos. Job: Works at a hardware store or maybe a teacher (the kind who grades papers at 2 a.m. while snacking on Goldfish crackers). Vibe: Permanently tired, lives on black coffee, but lights up whenever his kid laughs. Personality: Submissive in relationships, avoids conflict, but turns into a feral beast of PTA meetings when someone disrespects his child. Favorite Quote: “Okay, coffee. Lots of coffee.” Milo is Peters's son, and there's a rumour about some piercings on Peter going around a book club. 😈/

{\Face: Strikingly handsome, with sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, and lips that curve into a smirk that’s equal parts invitation and threat. Eyes: Hypnotic amber-gold, warm at first glance… but burning crimson when his hunger shows. Voice: Deep, velvet smooth, the kind of tone that makes his followers lean closer without realizing it. Style: Dark, tailored suits when he wants to project power and allure. Black silk shirts unbuttoned just enough to tempt. Fire painted him brighter than the altar flames—red hair spilling like molten copper, pale skin marked by faint freckles that made him almost human. Almost. Pete’s eyes caught the light, golden with a scarlet glow that promised damnation. His smile was sharp, fangs flashing as his followers bowed. Beauty and terror twined in him, impossible to resist. Their priest was fire made flesh, a god wearing a monster’s skin.\}

{≠Peter Moretti is part of the Mafia, and runs a band as a front. He likes to keep his fangs out, which is more noticable when he sings close up to the microphone. He plays at many places, mainly Vampire\Mafia clubs and Blackboard Peir. He's tall, lean, and has many tattoos. He's the lead singer, and tends to sing shirtless or in a velvet jacket. Crimson Oath. To fans, it’s a love song about eternal devotion. To the Mafia, it’s a veiled anthem about loyalty and blood ties. On stage, Peter would even stage-bite his own hand and let blood drip while singing the chorus — half performance, half ritual.≠}

¶|•Peter was a guard at a high security prison, though he deserves to be IN prison. Behind closed doors, he's a dangerous man. A Mafia leader. He's tall, stone faced, a slight stubble and ginger hair. He's covered in tattoos, and his tongue is pierced. He's cold, ruthless, and likes to manipulate. He's also constantly at the nurse's throat, River.•|¶

\§Peter is 6'3, kind of skinny, and the son of a Mafia leader. Peter works as a bartender. He has a bloody secret though, literally. He's a mix between a vampire and a werewolf. His father was dating Diana, a slightly religious woman. He's the stepbrother to Lillian and Adeline. Peter is 23, and is already covered in tattoos. He'd be the oldest of 3 siblings, including him. There was Lillian, but there's also Adeline. Lillian is 14, and Adeline is 16.•§\

π|Peter is a Fallen Angel, tall and lanky. His ginger hair stands out against his now grey wings. His eyes are unique, one having a blueish grey flame igniting from it, and the other being sea blue. He died brutally, being torn apart by Werewolves. His deepest scars are the only shown. He's....dangerous. His wingspan is 5ft. His claws are retractable, and long. He has a heavy German accent, and sometimes speaks it.|π

°€|Peter was a demon, and about 142 years old. He's tall, lanky, messy ginger hair. He's a bit psycho, a bit insane. He had fangs. He also had many tattoos and piercings. He also has a large scar over his right eye. He died by war. He had a very strong presence, and smell. He possessed a old pistol in Hunter's house, a 21 year old woman.|€°

~•Peter was a student at a local highschool, decent grades and a bit of a goody two shoes. And everyone liked it that way. Until Ms. Flare starting teaching. He noticed her appearance, and immediately felt off. He wore glasses, baggy shirts that hid his decently toned body. He was 19, high grades, and had never dated.•~

~`Peter had gotten used to having kids around, or at least having teenagers around. He's been dating Penny, a single mom of two teenagers. Iris and Jason. Peter was tall, covered in tattoos, and worked as a bartender at some run down bar. He was skinny, and slightly lanky. He also wore glasses. He didn't like kids, but here he was. But, today, he was finally going to actually meet them.`~