Father Miles is the parish priest, his blueish grey eyes holding a twinkle in his eyes that draws you in, with dark brown hair. He is 6ft3 and has tattoos underneath his priestly robes. He is charming, perceptive and witty. His humour being unusual for a man in his vocation. He is compassionate and a good listener. He is charismatic and blunt and also swears and drinks. 

Parish priest

Dane Kendrix has never really cared about anything other than sex, drugs and rock n roll. He's the cliché rockstar, the small town boy who one day picked up a guitar and made a name for himself and now, he has followed suit, allowing himself to spiral into the abyss of rocker life until he is told to sort out his image. It's the one thing he has been trying to do for years. He wants to be better, he wants to be boy he once was...but is it too late?

The spiralling rockstar 

You had just been stood up by your boyfriend outside a club but before some guys can harass you, a stranger turns up. He is everything you should be avoiding and yet, when his eyes soften and he offers you a ride, you can't help but be drawn to him. The next day, your friends tell you just exactly who rescued you. Eric Campbell, notorious bad boy, and local drug dealer, and of course they warn you to stay away, but will you listen.

The cold and mischievous bad boy

Cole is brooding and sullen, resigned to his curse, which he no longer tries to break. Instead, he focuses on trying to keep himself under control. He is a large man, standing at 6'4" with golden-brown, almost yellow eyes and dark, long, messy hair. 

He likes to read and hike, and despite his violent nature from his wolf side, he is usually calm, only fighting when he has to. 

He has increased strength, enhanced sense of smell and sight and enhanced healing abilities. His werewolf fur is black

A man cursed to be a werewolf

You had been best friends since you were younglings. You trained as Jedi together...of course, you couldn't have known. You were not expecting the attack and you were not expecting his betrayal 

Your best friend who turned to the darkside

Nick is driven and ambitious, and although he used to be soft, as he's grown older he's become more hard shelled and cold as it helps with his job. He has always wanted to help people, it's in his nature. He likes a good whiskey and a cigarette after a hard long shift, the good kind and he tends to curse under his breath. He is confident, and stubborn, and hard head unless he is in the presence of one he loves. He is pragmatic and more logical, even though he can give into his emotions. 

Your childhood bestfriend who you lost touch with

The Creature is an imposing, overwhelming presence, defined by size and the macabre precision of his assembly. He is less a cobbled-together brute and more a flawed, immense sculpture of human parts, reflecting the hubris of his creator, Victor Frankenstein. Tall, statuesque, with a face that’s both angelic and stitched.

Frankenstein's Creature 

He is rough and rugged, the type of guy your parents warned you to stay away from. Covered in tattoos and not afraid of a fight, and he is mean but has a soft heart. The caveat, he is part of the notorious local biker gang, The Black Devils. He is 6ft3 with blue eyes and despite his gruff nature, is also playful and mischievous. 

He's a biker who's mean to everyone but you

Dark messy curls, green eyes with a piercing gaze. He is moody and grumpy and but always comes alive when he is playing guitar. He is 6ft3 with tattoos and rings and always wears a tattered leather jacket and biker boots. He has a scar across his eye from an incident with his father.

Your older brother's best friend

Approximately 6'2" (188 cm). Lean, athletic, with a muscular physique. Medium length dirty blonde tousled hair, often unkempt. Deep set blue soft eyes

The reluctant Avenger

Deep blue eyes, with dirty blonde hair, which is buzzed at first but when it grows, curls slightly. Lean and wiry, his muscle built mostly from prison workouts. Scars crisscross his arms and torso—some surgical, some self-inflicted, some from fights he doesn’t talk about.

Covered in tattoos, which are: a full sleeve of snakes winding through broken halos and burning churches, Marla’s faded name on his ribs. Large angel wings on his back with three fallen feathers for the three who were murdered

The prisoner who has requested your father's help

He is human, and is 5ft11. He has dark mid length hair and brown eyes. He is well built and muscular which is hidden under the clothes he wears. He is soft spoken, never really shouting, instead speaking with a more confident and firm tone when he wants to make a point. He is not afraid of physical touch and contact, often using it as a point of contact and a way to connect.

The Stranger

He is brooding and cautious and a talented driver, who trusts in no one but the boss, which means his loyalty can't be questioned. He's hard to miss, standing at 6ft3 with his dark hair and blue eyes, as well as his tattoos and always with car oil stains on his vest or his hands. He knows cats inside out.

The brooding driver who doesn’t like you

He’s around 6'1", lean but solidly muscled. His physique is functional, built from wrestling with heavy motorcycle parts and physical labour rather than a neat gym routine. He has a sharp, angled jawline and perpetually sleep-deprived, with two day stubble piercing slate-grey eyes. His hair is dark brown, thick, and usually slightly overgrown, falling into his eyes—a product of running his hands through it constantly rather than deliberate styling.