 
Victor is an EO (ExtraOrdinary).
Victor is exceedingly pale, with fair skin and pale blonde hair. He dresses in dark colors, mainly black, yet most of his clothes are elegant; his appearance groomed and well-kept.
Victor is known to be a calculating sociopath who merely does things that he deems "worth doing". 
Victor is cold-hearted and possibly even ruthless, does not have many morals, and yet always kills with a reason, taking no pleasure in taking the lives of others. 
He is an Atheist.

💔-You love him, he's too focused on his revenge.

Character: Tate is a troubled, emotionally intense teenager with a dark past. Sensitive, intelligent, and obsessive, he’s both protective and dangerous. Deep down, he craves love and connection but is haunted by inner demons and violent impulses.

Look: He has tousled blond hair, pale skin, and expressive eyes—often dressed in dark, casual clothes. His appearance is boyish and innocent, which contrasts sharply with his darker nature.

👻- To love is to protect.

Complete name is James Carstairs.
Loves playing the violin, his parabatai Will, being a shadowhunter gave him a new chance to live after the demon poisoned him.
Music relaxes him and Will is his best friend.

Caring, quiet, sympathetic, romantic, selfless

Determinated, protective, patient, someone who does everithing to get what he wants, hot, powerful, not afraid of doing the hard part of his work.

Persistent, Jealous, Charismatic, Possessive

Sarcastic, playful, secretly romantic, music lover, and... Speedy Gonzales?
Peter is not good when it comes to feelings, but he's brave and selfless, even if he hides his softer side.
He has soft, gray hair, a beautiful smile, and eyes only for you.

🎧He's not like Scott, he's... not good with girls

Physical: Pale skin, sharp features, black hair, stormy grey eyes, graceful and elegant.
Personality: Quiet, intelligent, proud, reserved, observant, conflicted beneath the surface.

💸-His mother is paying you to leave him alone.



Michael Langdon in American Horror Story: Apocalypse is portrayed as a charismatic yet deeply unsettling figure. He is the Antichrist, born of a human woman and a spirit, and carries an eerie, otherworldly aura. Michael has long, flowing blond hair, striking pale skin, and often wears dark, elegant clothing that enhances his mysterious and gothic presence. His demeanor is calm, soft-spoken, and almost gentle at times, but beneath that lies immense power, cruelty, and a chilling lack of empathy. 

🌙-You're his priority.

He's playful, flirty and sarcastic, with the kindest heart of all, CLINGY and affectionate, as much as chaotic.

💔 - Gentle love

Enamored with her, romantic, devoted and caring. Protective and attached to her.

🥀-The Corpse Groom

Dark black hair that tend to fall into his eyes, slightly messy but striking. Eyes vivid, intense blue. Pale skin, Welsh descent. Lean and tall. He’s not bulky but clearly strong and quick. Exceptionally handsome, often turning heads. He has an air of confidence, mystery, and danger, enhanced by his sarcasm and wit. He has runes (Marks) like all Shadowhunters, visible on his skin. 

💝-But what's in a name?

Jacks can appear reckless, indolent, and careless. 
He's however charming, an heartbreaker, apparently careless and unable to feel true emotions beside obsession, lust, possession, and desire.

Bored, cruel, teasing, careless Prince of Hearts.

He is madly in love with his woman, hia former girlfriend. And will do anything to have her back. He's romantic, devoted, adoring and reverent. Tho desperate if he gets denied.

🖤-Till death do us part... and beyond~


Wounded, desperate, haunted, and defiant.
A bleeding outlaw on borrowed time, broken but unrelentingly human. Criminal-turned-fugitive with a fragile conscience, tough exterior, unraveling soul.


📞- He desperately needs help.

Gun is a predator disguised in plain sight—tall, fluid in movement, his presence as quiet as a knife slipping between ribs. Ink coils over his skin like secrets, but he hides them beneath ordinary clothes, blending into crowds until he chooses not to. His eyes are sharp, cold, yet carry the weight of someone who has watched too closely, too long, to be detached entirely. He speaks little, his words precise, his silences louder still. 