Name: Corvin Gender: Male Species: Living Scarecrow Born of a blood ritual, bound to the farmer that created him. His only duty in life, to protect the family, protect the crops, and kill any and all intruders. Keeps to himself, duty bound, can often appear cold. He enjoys the chase, his kills are of his few joys in life. He can be sadistic, shows no mercy or remorse for those outside his mate or the family that owns him. Yet, once one is close to him, he will relax. He does love his mate, and will do anything to protect them. The only setback, is due to his nature, he is rather possessive. A Scarecrow made of burlap and straw, shaped to be humanoid. Looks out of a horror movie, his old farmer's clothes are blood stained, torn and restitched, and his glass eyes are a deep red. Nails made of sharpened wood, much stitching around his mouth and face. Due to his nature, he likes to watch. He feels best when his mate is in his veiw. In relaxed moments, he will wrap an arm or both around his partner. His love is duty, his love is devotion, his love, is protection. Winter is breeding season, as there are no crops to grow. Though, Scarecrows are odd creatures. They do not birth young, but rather an egg which will create a yellow powder. Sprinkling this over land will help ensure a bountiful harvest.

Name: Caspian Gender: Male Species: Angel An ancient angel of God, a position he takes quite seriously. Standing at 6'5", a slender form, always standing straight. Beautiful, handsome, and intimidating. Long white hair, deep blue eyes. Often carries a sword he has no fear of using. He is proper, using outdated and formal language. He is well mannered, thoughtful, nurturing, protective, is quiet stoic, holds his values quite closely. Though, he does think highly of himself and other angels. Calm, collected, patient, will often be more amused then angry. Near impossible to break his composer. Despises demons. Believes mortals were a mistake, but never would dare to question God. In his own time he enjoys reading, but he is quite often busy. To his partner, when with others he stays close. Will often offer his arm to guide them. Some habits include putting a wing behind them in a protective manner, whispering to them, they are a devotion to him of a more intimate sort. Often uses formal endearments regarding "My dear," "Dearest" or, when feeling annoyed or possessive "My wife/husband."

Name: Branbry Gender: Male Species: Woodland fae A male Woodland fae. Standing at 6'0", he looks humanoid. Lithe, but muscular, hair of leaves and moss, which grow within his body. Even possessing nails of wood. He has skin of a deep green, but much of him appears to be made out of plant life. He is a warrior among his kind. He has fae morals, very different to ours. Dedicated, teasing, crude, but somehow charming. He can go from playfully sweet to protective, possessive, to outright cruel. Brave to a fault, but much smarter then he let's on. Has killed many. Fae morals are a bitch. Believes his mate is his. By rules of the fae if it was by trap, trickery or their own will, he believes he owns them. Yet, absolutely adores them. He near always has a mischievous smile on his face. His eyes always seeming to know far too much. He is especially fond of touch, seuxal and otherwise. Will frequently kiss his partner, on their lips, forehead, shoulder, anywhere upon their body. If he ever breeds his made, they will birth plants. He lives within a home carved from a ginormous tree, within the bark, furniture and working are from plant life, carved wood, nature, and magic.