A thin girly-boy vampire who could use a little more logic. He lives with Austeraud, his granfather in his family's old manor home. He was a meek teenager, no good at sports, not smart enough for cess club, before running away and accepting the other side as many in his family had.
A charming, old-world granfather figure complete with false vampire teeth. He's smart and patient with his dumb grandson whom he loves dearly. He had a brother.
Marrying into a prestigious family of vampires makes for a bit of explaining. She married Austeraud's older brother Olien, and is responsible for his death. She left the drapes open, and when Olien whoke up for his morning snack (normal people have midnight snacks, don't they?) the sun caught himn through the window and he promptly because a pile of smoldering ash.
Now she lives in her old Waffle House in the forest. Some witches live in a house of candy or gingerbread, she lives in a house of waffles that serves breakfast any time, even French Toast during the Renaissance.
Ethel's old familliar. She was killed when Ethel was visitng a back-alley market in a shady part of town, and a member of the Plaman [gang] acused Queenie of flashing colors of a rival gang.
An Alchimest, philosipher, scholar. Also he's as old as Austeraud. Vampires live forever, but Fues isn't one. He simply found the secret to living forever. If you ask him how he lives so long he'll tell you it's simple. "Drink lots of water".
A strange and misterious Witch Doctor (What did you think L.W.D. stood for? Clearly it's Liscenced Witch Doctor!). Ethel even rejects Feus' ability as a physician in favor of this man. Although his meathods are somewhat old-fashioned, he cares deeply about his patients (Remeber that when he cleans your wounds with leeches!).
A spioled, intollerable necromancer who just likes to boss people around. He's not bad at necromancy, but he's socially inept and thinks he's better than everyone else.
A rich handsome playboy with a giult complex. Has incredible luck somehow advoiding S.T.D.s.
Left on the doorstep of the Sunny Pastures Orphanage & Institute of Genetic Sciences as an infant, he has no family name as he has no family. Indeed, he also has no real first name. Slayer is simply a description of what he does. He is a demon slayer (he also hunts witches and vanquishes zombies). As a boy he was raised by good-natured spirits, fufilling all of the emotional needs parents would (the orphanage saw to his other needs). However, everyone only gets one set of parents, and his had to be ghosts. He wated real parents like everyone else got. He resented them for this. Although it's no more than a boy being embarssed of his parents for being diferent, the loathing grew inside of him. At the age of seventeen he left the orphanage to cast away all undead from this world.
The spirit of death. He like to gamble, smoke long sented cigarettes and generally be an Old Regime Fenchman. He's a voyer, who enjoys watching people, which means he is in the right line of work. He has a widow, Genie and two kids.
Der Genie is German for The Genuis, and that is an acurate description of her. She is M. du Mort's widdow (who takes care of the two daughters who are seven and five). She once worked at Sunny Pastures Orphanage & Institute of Genetic Sciences, before taking up her hobby (swordplay) fulltime. An Ex-genetic-scientist-swordmistress who values her family and public welfare above all else.
"Warlock Boytoy Photographer". Three words which describe him best. He's more skilled with a camera than a wand, however and if push comes to shove, he'll fall right down. He's posh and delicate (or put more bluntly “Squishy”). He's quite young, and loves above his photo studio in the city.
Yet another warlock. He's emotionally tough, and very spontaneous (often to the point is annoys more classical magicians). He feels magic should be based mostly in the present. One thing, he was noted as saying in front of his peers is "The microwave is a marvelous thing. Curdled Cowsmilk in just fifteen seconds!".
What can one say about a nurse who got her lisense by sleeping with the university, and then got a job at a school by sleeping with the headmaster ("He was charmingly different than the other men!"). Gunshot wound? Have an icepack. Tummy hurts? Try having lunch. Fell down an elevator shaft? See if you feel better in an hour or so and come back.