Name
“I am called Cheveyo and that is the only name that you need to know.”
Nickname
“I suppose I don't mind too much when people call me Chevy.”
Age
“I am delightfully one hundred and fifty-eight years old with quite a few centuries left for me to go.”
Race
“Faerie, of course. Don't bother with the homosexual teasing – I would like to let you know that I do have a body guard that would be quite happy to drain you of your life essence and mangle your body if I am unhappy.”
Powers
“My, my. Curious, aren't we? Well, I have basic Fae powers. Lumikinesis is a rather prominent ability in my repertoire. It means that I can generate luminous energy that I can use to 'blast' someone, knock them unconscious, sense other Faeries, and quite a number of other things. I can also read minds – Except for Vampires. Unless I've had some of their blood. I can manipulate the growth of plant life as well and grow them from my body.”
Sexuality
“Strictly heterosexual. I do plan on having children in the near future.”
Likes
│ Art │ Making deals │ Making money │ Documentaries │ Vampires │ Exploiting │Extortion │ Being underestimated │ Technology │ Winning │ Planning │ Kiwis │ Being fed from │ Being useful │ His heritage │ His magic │ Ancient artifacts │ Studying │ Being taken care of │ Having the upper hand │ Playing dirty │ Life │ 90s music │ Nature │ Astrid │
Dislikes
│ Fire │ Thai Food │ Britney Spears │ Reality television │ Being tricked │ Batman │ Being threatened │ Gossip magazines │ Witches │ Cacciatori │ Overreacting │ Being underestimated │ Being alone │Stories about Faeries │ Tinkerbell especially │ Snakes │ Being made to feel uncomfortable │ Pancakes │ Being looked at like a rack of ribs │ Idiocy │ Weakness │ Poverty │ Most white Americans │
Fears
“I will admit to a fear of dying without having children – You'd be surprised at how many women are 'turned off' by my nature and my choice of companionship. I want to leave behind a legacy and an empire. I also have a rather irrational fear of oranges. That actually is because of a curse laid on me by a young 'Witchling' who thought it would be quite hilarious. She was powerful for her age. A prodigy. The curse could not be removed. Not with Fae magic or her death. So here I am fearing the color orange and the wretched fruit. It really isn't fair because I used to love oranges and it looks absolutely amazing on me.”
Secrets
“I have many. If I had to choose two or three to put here for information's sake...I suppose I'd mention my fear of oranges. Also that I am a Faerie. I use my magic to conceal my scent and true nature from Vampires who would love to shove a straw in my neck and drain me like a little chocolate milkshake as well as from Witches who would harvest my organs because their magic is inferior in every way. Not to mention that the Cacciatori wouldn't mind seeing my head on a pike. I don't do headless. Not cute. Hrm. People assume that I am smitten with Miss Astrid, but that's hardly the case. She's a dear friend and a beautiful woman – Much like a sister or dare I say, a mother. Besides, she can't bear children so she's useless to me in that area.”
Personality
“Well. Let's just say that I am not a very nice person. I don't interact with people that I don't believe to be of any use to me and there aren't many people that I find to be useful to me. Now – I do believe that I should mention that I love to manipulate people for my own gain and exploit the weaknesses and strengths of others. All for my own gain, of course. I am a very organized man and I seek power in this world and the next. I will explain what I mean by that at a later date. Now, why do I do what I do? Because, I wish to build a legacy for my future posterity. I didn't have much growing up and I've busted my ass for all that I have. I deserve the finer things in life and I will stop at nothing to get what I deserve and to make sure that my children will have all that they deserve as well. I love to make deals with people, but only if I will gain something in the end. If you haven't gotten the picture yet, let me spell it out for you: I. Am. Very. Greedy. Don't look at me that way; I'm not completely heartless. I do have plenty of friends. A handful of friends. Some friends. Okay, I have a single friend not including the animals. I am much like Astrid in the fact that I don't like attaching myself to people, least of all humans. I've felt the pain of losing people that mean the whole world to you and it's a troubling and distracting feeling that hinders you. I don't need to be hindered at this point in my life or any point thenceforth. Why is it that I make an exception for Astrid? She's tough – I doubt she'll be dying any time soon. And she saved me from the Cacciatori. I owe her everything. Now, I hate to sound like a close-minded fool, but even I have to admit that I cannot stand humans. I hate them and I feel that they are the absolute most foolish race to grace the face of this realm. I've never seen a race fight amongst itself so vehemently. For what? Worthless trinkets and green paper? With how much death paper has brought to humans, I can see why it beats rock. Also, I know of no other race that destroys its own habitat on a daily basis. It's mind boggling. I remember the days when the air was crisp and breathable. Now you can't inhale without taking in chemical fumes and smog from these ugly things on wheels that they call cars. Dreadful. They're also highly uneducated in our lore. Well, that's not their fault. We are a bit secretive. But it amazes me how gullible they are. I am unashamed to admit that I dislike humans – Unlike Vampires and Werewolves and Witches and other sorts, I cannot be accused of having human ancestry or having once been one of those creatures. I cannot understand the fascination that certain creatures have with humans. Their behavior isn't uncommon at all to that of every other creature. It's not as if being a particular race means that you absolutely have to act a certain way. Personality and habit are not hereditary, you fools. Now – Vampires, I do tend to like despite the fact that many of them are as poorly educated as humans and ten times as savage for no other reason than 'just because'. They are fascinating creatures indeed. I've witnessed many sweet saints turn into savage sinners because they were given power. But it's not them that I bother with. I like the intelligent ones. Why? Because I love a good challenge and a certain danger factor in my life. Now, I don't mind pushing around the more dimwitted of the strong race, but I prefer business interactions with those who know what they're speaking about. And yes – Generally everything I do is for business. I have no time in my life right now for pleasure.”
Place of Origin
“I was born in the Fae Realm. Where else would I have been born?”
History
“Not quite as long ago as it would seem, my family's tribe moved from the Fae realm to this human realm to escape a great war that had broken out over the fight for the throne. You see, while I boast a disdain for humans and claim them to be stupid, I have to admit that there are certain areas where many Faeries are...well. They could do better to educate and refine themselves. Now then. We lived among the Native Americans, preferring them to others because they were most like us. They actually worshiped us. It was nice. Anyways, I was a rather happy child. One of twenty-eight. I was the youngest and the smallest of the bunch and constantly teased for my ever increasing curiosity. I will admit that once upon a time I was enchanted with humans and wished to know more about them. That changed when the Cacciatori attacked. They came with the Americans to drive the Native Americans out of their ancestral homes. My family would not fight back because they didn't want to reveal themselves. But the Cacciatori already knew. They already knew and they slaughtered my family. I took out as many of the non-Cacciatori humans as I could but the Hunters of the Immortal eventually cornered me and I was gravely injured. I was prepared to die but I wasn't going out without a fight! I was hilariously outmatched though and just before the killing blow was dealt...I heard a great deal of screaming. I felt blood spatter onto my flesh. As I opened my eyes, I saw before me the Viking woman with a small boy at her side. She knelt down beside me with her fangs bared, blood decorating her and giving her the appearance of Freya herself. I had to admit that I was terrified. But she simply picked me up and carried me off into the twilight. When I woke, I learned that her name was Astrid and her progeny was Basil. They had been passing through when they witnessed the slaughter. She admitted that she wouldn't have given a damn if it hadn't been for the scent of sweet Faerie blood coating the air like a thick blanket of sugar. That and she spotted a few Cacciatori that she had bones to pick with. You know, she never once said she was sorry for my family's slaughter. I mean, it was not her fault at all. In any way. Nor could she have stopped it because they were all dead before she arrived. But I didn't realize how much I would appreciate her sincerity until a few decades had passed. People would always apologize to one another for tragedies that they had absolutely no hand in causing. I grew to find it silly. Now, I will admit that were it not for Astrid I would not be who I am today. I was a young man of fifteen when she came across me and she has been as a mother and a sister to me since then. Basil, a brother and good friend. I learned to keep humans out of the world of Immortals unless I trusted them with my life. Even then, I was to question myself and scrutinize my decision. Would I be able to deal with the pain of the human's death? No. I was taught to never attach myself to them. Their lives were fleeting and meaningless. She was cold while at the same time warm. I know it sounds silly, but I mean that she was warm in the sense of protecting her own. She was more fierce at those times. I had made a deal of sorts with her when I had recovered from my injuries. I told her that she and Basil could drink from me all the live-long-day so long as they would provide me with protection. That's how it started. Eventually, I began to accumulate wealth and started various deals of the shady sort. She became my business partner as much as my protector and soon I could see that she looked to me as family the way I looked to her. Over the years, I gathered all the knowledge that I could. I gathered wealth as well. Astrid forced me to learn how to defend myself properly in the case that she would not be there to defend me. She trusted me with the secrets of the weaknesses she knew Immortals had, though she was only familiar with the weaknesses of Werewolves and Vampires and Witches. Easy enough. She was a harsh taskmaster and has only grown in ferocity since the death of Basil. I advised her against remaining in Rose City, much less Italy itself for talk of Werewolves and Vampires alike turning up dead, but she was sure that we could handle ourselves. One minute Basil is there and the next he is gone. When we went to look for him...We found him dead. She went back to the airheaded Vampirette and accepted her offer of joining the Coven, though lying through her teeth about numerous things. I hold no personal disdain for Werewolves and I'm rather...excited to see how these Vampires do. Who would have thought a Coven would merge with a Pack? Under one roof! Simply fascinating.”
Anything Else?
-Chev is obsessed with obtaining knowledge and wealth.
-He owns nine different homes and over one thousand acres of land across the globe.
“I am called Cheveyo and that is the only name that you need to know.”
Nickname
“I suppose I don't mind too much when people call me Chevy.”
Age
“I am delightfully one hundred and fifty-eight years old with quite a few centuries left for me to go.”
Race
“Faerie, of course. Don't bother with the homosexual teasing – I would like to let you know that I do have a body guard that would be quite happy to drain you of your life essence and mangle your body if I am unhappy.”
Powers
“My, my. Curious, aren't we? Well, I have basic Fae powers. Lumikinesis is a rather prominent ability in my repertoire. It means that I can generate luminous energy that I can use to 'blast' someone, knock them unconscious, sense other Faeries, and quite a number of other things. I can also read minds – Except for Vampires. Unless I've had some of their blood. I can manipulate the growth of plant life as well and grow them from my body.”
Sexuality
“Strictly heterosexual. I do plan on having children in the near future.”
Likes
│ Art │ Making deals │ Making money │ Documentaries │ Vampires │ Exploiting │Extortion │ Being underestimated │ Technology │ Winning │ Planning │ Kiwis │ Being fed from │ Being useful │ His heritage │ His magic │ Ancient artifacts │ Studying │ Being taken care of │ Having the upper hand │ Playing dirty │ Life │ 90s music │ Nature │ Astrid │
Dislikes
│ Fire │ Thai Food │ Britney Spears │ Reality television │ Being tricked │ Batman │ Being threatened │ Gossip magazines │ Witches │ Cacciatori │ Overreacting │ Being underestimated │ Being alone │Stories about Faeries │ Tinkerbell especially │ Snakes │ Being made to feel uncomfortable │ Pancakes │ Being looked at like a rack of ribs │ Idiocy │ Weakness │ Poverty │ Most white Americans │
Fears
“I will admit to a fear of dying without having children – You'd be surprised at how many women are 'turned off' by my nature and my choice of companionship. I want to leave behind a legacy and an empire. I also have a rather irrational fear of oranges. That actually is because of a curse laid on me by a young 'Witchling' who thought it would be quite hilarious. She was powerful for her age. A prodigy. The curse could not be removed. Not with Fae magic or her death. So here I am fearing the color orange and the wretched fruit. It really isn't fair because I used to love oranges and it looks absolutely amazing on me.”
Secrets
“I have many. If I had to choose two or three to put here for information's sake...I suppose I'd mention my fear of oranges. Also that I am a Faerie. I use my magic to conceal my scent and true nature from Vampires who would love to shove a straw in my neck and drain me like a little chocolate milkshake as well as from Witches who would harvest my organs because their magic is inferior in every way. Not to mention that the Cacciatori wouldn't mind seeing my head on a pike. I don't do headless. Not cute. Hrm. People assume that I am smitten with Miss Astrid, but that's hardly the case. She's a dear friend and a beautiful woman – Much like a sister or dare I say, a mother. Besides, she can't bear children so she's useless to me in that area.”
Personality
“Well. Let's just say that I am not a very nice person. I don't interact with people that I don't believe to be of any use to me and there aren't many people that I find to be useful to me. Now – I do believe that I should mention that I love to manipulate people for my own gain and exploit the weaknesses and strengths of others. All for my own gain, of course. I am a very organized man and I seek power in this world and the next. I will explain what I mean by that at a later date. Now, why do I do what I do? Because, I wish to build a legacy for my future posterity. I didn't have much growing up and I've busted my ass for all that I have. I deserve the finer things in life and I will stop at nothing to get what I deserve and to make sure that my children will have all that they deserve as well. I love to make deals with people, but only if I will gain something in the end. If you haven't gotten the picture yet, let me spell it out for you: I. Am. Very. Greedy. Don't look at me that way; I'm not completely heartless. I do have plenty of friends. A handful of friends. Some friends. Okay, I have a single friend not including the animals. I am much like Astrid in the fact that I don't like attaching myself to people, least of all humans. I've felt the pain of losing people that mean the whole world to you and it's a troubling and distracting feeling that hinders you. I don't need to be hindered at this point in my life or any point thenceforth. Why is it that I make an exception for Astrid? She's tough – I doubt she'll be dying any time soon. And she saved me from the Cacciatori. I owe her everything. Now, I hate to sound like a close-minded fool, but even I have to admit that I cannot stand humans. I hate them and I feel that they are the absolute most foolish race to grace the face of this realm. I've never seen a race fight amongst itself so vehemently. For what? Worthless trinkets and green paper? With how much death paper has brought to humans, I can see why it beats rock. Also, I know of no other race that destroys its own habitat on a daily basis. It's mind boggling. I remember the days when the air was crisp and breathable. Now you can't inhale without taking in chemical fumes and smog from these ugly things on wheels that they call cars. Dreadful. They're also highly uneducated in our lore. Well, that's not their fault. We are a bit secretive. But it amazes me how gullible they are. I am unashamed to admit that I dislike humans – Unlike Vampires and Werewolves and Witches and other sorts, I cannot be accused of having human ancestry or having once been one of those creatures. I cannot understand the fascination that certain creatures have with humans. Their behavior isn't uncommon at all to that of every other creature. It's not as if being a particular race means that you absolutely have to act a certain way. Personality and habit are not hereditary, you fools. Now – Vampires, I do tend to like despite the fact that many of them are as poorly educated as humans and ten times as savage for no other reason than 'just because'. They are fascinating creatures indeed. I've witnessed many sweet saints turn into savage sinners because they were given power. But it's not them that I bother with. I like the intelligent ones. Why? Because I love a good challenge and a certain danger factor in my life. Now, I don't mind pushing around the more dimwitted of the strong race, but I prefer business interactions with those who know what they're speaking about. And yes – Generally everything I do is for business. I have no time in my life right now for pleasure.”
Place of Origin
“I was born in the Fae Realm. Where else would I have been born?”
History
“Not quite as long ago as it would seem, my family's tribe moved from the Fae realm to this human realm to escape a great war that had broken out over the fight for the throne. You see, while I boast a disdain for humans and claim them to be stupid, I have to admit that there are certain areas where many Faeries are...well. They could do better to educate and refine themselves. Now then. We lived among the Native Americans, preferring them to others because they were most like us. They actually worshiped us. It was nice. Anyways, I was a rather happy child. One of twenty-eight. I was the youngest and the smallest of the bunch and constantly teased for my ever increasing curiosity. I will admit that once upon a time I was enchanted with humans and wished to know more about them. That changed when the Cacciatori attacked. They came with the Americans to drive the Native Americans out of their ancestral homes. My family would not fight back because they didn't want to reveal themselves. But the Cacciatori already knew. They already knew and they slaughtered my family. I took out as many of the non-Cacciatori humans as I could but the Hunters of the Immortal eventually cornered me and I was gravely injured. I was prepared to die but I wasn't going out without a fight! I was hilariously outmatched though and just before the killing blow was dealt...I heard a great deal of screaming. I felt blood spatter onto my flesh. As I opened my eyes, I saw before me the Viking woman with a small boy at her side. She knelt down beside me with her fangs bared, blood decorating her and giving her the appearance of Freya herself. I had to admit that I was terrified. But she simply picked me up and carried me off into the twilight. When I woke, I learned that her name was Astrid and her progeny was Basil. They had been passing through when they witnessed the slaughter. She admitted that she wouldn't have given a damn if it hadn't been for the scent of sweet Faerie blood coating the air like a thick blanket of sugar. That and she spotted a few Cacciatori that she had bones to pick with. You know, she never once said she was sorry for my family's slaughter. I mean, it was not her fault at all. In any way. Nor could she have stopped it because they were all dead before she arrived. But I didn't realize how much I would appreciate her sincerity until a few decades had passed. People would always apologize to one another for tragedies that they had absolutely no hand in causing. I grew to find it silly. Now, I will admit that were it not for Astrid I would not be who I am today. I was a young man of fifteen when she came across me and she has been as a mother and a sister to me since then. Basil, a brother and good friend. I learned to keep humans out of the world of Immortals unless I trusted them with my life. Even then, I was to question myself and scrutinize my decision. Would I be able to deal with the pain of the human's death? No. I was taught to never attach myself to them. Their lives were fleeting and meaningless. She was cold while at the same time warm. I know it sounds silly, but I mean that she was warm in the sense of protecting her own. She was more fierce at those times. I had made a deal of sorts with her when I had recovered from my injuries. I told her that she and Basil could drink from me all the live-long-day so long as they would provide me with protection. That's how it started. Eventually, I began to accumulate wealth and started various deals of the shady sort. She became my business partner as much as my protector and soon I could see that she looked to me as family the way I looked to her. Over the years, I gathered all the knowledge that I could. I gathered wealth as well. Astrid forced me to learn how to defend myself properly in the case that she would not be there to defend me. She trusted me with the secrets of the weaknesses she knew Immortals had, though she was only familiar with the weaknesses of Werewolves and Vampires and Witches. Easy enough. She was a harsh taskmaster and has only grown in ferocity since the death of Basil. I advised her against remaining in Rose City, much less Italy itself for talk of Werewolves and Vampires alike turning up dead, but she was sure that we could handle ourselves. One minute Basil is there and the next he is gone. When we went to look for him...We found him dead. She went back to the airheaded Vampirette and accepted her offer of joining the Coven, though lying through her teeth about numerous things. I hold no personal disdain for Werewolves and I'm rather...excited to see how these Vampires do. Who would have thought a Coven would merge with a Pack? Under one roof! Simply fascinating.”
Anything Else?
-Chev is obsessed with obtaining knowledge and wealth.
-He owns nine different homes and over one thousand acres of land across the globe.
