I can't promise any shivers, but here's what I have so far. It took me a long while to realize your character sheet didn't have a personality section - so I was forever trying to use the bio section to explain the personality - making it read like a textbook and not an enjoyable piece of fiction. I really would love to know your thoughts & will do my best to work a more consistent style into it.
Name: Levaith Rachnen (Le-vy-th Rack-nen)
The names are drawn from Levithan & Arachne. They symbol the demon from the sea & spider or spider demon, amongst other meanings.
Race: He is born of Dhemlan parents, his mother shattered and broken upon the spear of her own family.
Appearance: Levaith is tall, standing some 6'2". He bares dark hair that is kept slightly too long for the fashion. His skinned is a dark olive tone. He bares dark brown eyes flecked with silver. When he draws upon his craft, his eyes darken whilst the silvery lines glow. He keeps his nails long, painted in a soft gold color. And will refuse anyone who suggests he paint them otherwise. He dresses in fine black suits, preferring tails & waistcoats. Levaith doesn't shift nor fidget. He remains still, offering endless patience to those he waits upon. His movements are careful and considered. His demeanor is quiet and still. Though when he wants someone, he will make himself present within their focus, allowing them to draw themselves into his presence. He prefer's to patiently allow others to tire themselves before he acts, if he has the time.
Home: Kaleer would seem to be the location of choice- though my limited memory of the territories would draw me towards Little Terreille of Kaleer as his birthplace. He was raised within the territory of Arachna.
Birthright Jewel: Red.
Offering Jewel: Black.
Caste: Warlord Prince. Trained as a Black Widow by an Arachnian.
Sexual Orientation: Poly-sexual. His first desires were held towards an Arachnian, so really it's an open playing field.
Sexual On's: Golden hair is beauty like one might consider art. Sensual touch, physical proximity and contests of power are his choice of foreplay and desire. Ensnaring a love, stealing a kiss or sharing a passion, these are his acts of love. Gentleness has it's place - just as harsher, stronger displays where one is dominant. His preferred mate would indulge and provoke his predatory side, enjoying the sensual danger of it. But she won't forget the boy that lives within him, longing never to be alone, longing to be beside someone always.
Sexual Off's: Weakness, Destruction, Pointless Violence, Abuse... All things that might make his predatory side dangerously angry instead of dangerously playful.
Bio: His mother wore her madness well. Shattered, she had skittered the twisted kingdom as they fled their family home. She took him somewhere safe. Somewhere far. Somewhere alone. She cared for him - feeding him. Bathing him. But even that was a struggle. It wasn't long before he gathered the fruits and he warmed the waters, forcing her to eat. Reminding her to bath. Soon he raised himself, left alone besides his mother's ramblings. It was difficult - though when she spoke of family, he could make sense of it. She had been hurt by them, enough so that they occupied her thoughts often. Enough so that even the half spoken truths and broken futures of the twisted kingdom could be made into a sense. He learned their names and their tastes. Their crimes and their desires. Though often he wondered what it might be like to try such things - he knew so little. Did so little. He was so alone here...
Frustration turned outward, he threw his loneliness upon the winds. His red jewel surging. The webs carried his cry - and the threads answered. His wish to be together brought one. One solitary soul to him. She was a voice at first. Araneus. Sometimes man. Sometimes woman. Araneus came at night, when he drifted into sleep. She opened his dreams before him, giving her company. She showed him the world beyond the watery wall of his island home. She held the form of a woman usually - a small frame, skin glittering like gold with raven eyes and sharp teeth. Though sometimes she was a man - just as sometimes he wasn't. His dreams became her tangled webs. Places, people, sights and sounds - all opening up before him. For moments he could live another. Like a human. Instead of alone.
Araneus had purpose within his dreams. She taught him of people. Of animals. She taught him to hunt, ever so patiently. So carefully. His nights were often longer than the day. She described him unkindly - accurately, but unkindly. But for each displeasure she found within his young mind, she taught him something more. Molding him into the man he was growing into. Impulsiveness became patience. Loudness became subtle. Eagerness became desire. Loneliness became passion. A boy became a widow. Unlocking the webs and casting upon the winds.
Araneus knew of his family. Of his anger. Of his curiosity. She tempered his growing desire and hatred towards them by giving him passion and love. Their lessons became games. Her power became shared. Their nights became passionate. She taught him love. And to make love - as a man... As a woman... With men... and with women... She opened the doors within his young mind. Allowing him to blossoming into the prince she dreamed of. And he took to her elegance. Taming the physical form. Training desire into pleasure. Working craft into control. Tempering her elegance with his own fire.
Araneus knew Leviath could not remain as he was. Boy's must one day grow into men and live their dreams. Dreams must be made flesh, or never lived at all. So she gave him one final gift. A picture of a child. Thin, flat like a boy. But with hair golden and long like a woman's. Like Araneus's. The child wore the clouds for form - white snowy covering it's slender shape. Rays of sunlight stroked down each side. Tall eyes shone like purple starlight against the dark. And yet, despite all this beauty, inside was a lonely void. A numbing void pushed all feeling down too far to reach. Down in the places only spiders dare look. As he reached out towards that face, his hand became fire - burning the threads in the web. It was a slow destruction, the webs snapping and recoiling one by one, collapsing all around the child until that was all that remained. Then it was gone. His gift- and his price. Thankfully he knew her name. It was the name his family bore. It was a name he knew well... It was a name he wanted to burn ever so slowly...
A boy can wish upon the winds, but he cannot live within his dreams forever. Eventually we must make our dreams flesh.
Misc. Info: Leviath's nature is heavily influenced by his teacher. She is an Arachnian queen, hence her golden form. He learnt his life within a dream world - so now he has the much more difficult prospect of living it. Now he must truly be the patient predator, situating himself within the home of all he hungers for. Only then can he weave his webs and begin the slow fire to consume them all.
His sense of beauty is not quite human. Nor is the mind of his preferred mate. He doesn't limit himself like humans do. He was opened up to much greater thoughts that those.
When he works his craft, Leviath will normally wear and utilize his birthright red jewel. He withholds his black until it is required. Most won't even know he has the black. Though when he does, he will knot and blend his threads together - employing the human arts of bondage he has learnt to strengthen the webs he casts - just like the way a net can hold so much more than any single thread might.
Name: Ravanna Adara or kindred born/kindred child.
Ravana holds the meaning: Sun child & Demon. Adara holds the meanings: Virgin, Beauty & Prince.
Race: Ravanna is born from a Dhemlan mother & a Tigrelan father. She is mostly Tigrelan in shape but her mind is a mix of animal instincts & Dhemlan insecurities.
Parents: Her mother died within childbirth. Her father has no rights, and probably isn't aware he has a child. Her father is of a wanderer's disposition. She was raised by her cousins.
Appearance: Her skin is like white snow, furred all over. Pale gold sunlight stripes down her back, striping and coming to fine tips about her flanks. They also slash their way down her long slender tail, almost meeting at their tips. Strange slits of eyes shine like purple dusk in the evening light, beneath two twitching feline ears. Golden hair falls almost to her waist - taking long twists and framing her slender form. Her fur obscures much, but if examined one finds her skin tight and her form holds fine muscles beneath. She bears no fat - leaving her hips with more of a muscular curve. Though her chest is beginning to sprout, drawing some notice. A tight black band of leather traps her neck, sealed with her white birthright jewel. A bell tinkles lightly beneath it, dispelling the illusions of humanity & reminding all whom look that she was in fact a kindred born. Sometimes other bells are tied to her tail or body. Though she remains unpierced. Her clothing can range from almost nothing - her slight figure requiring little to be hidden under confining leather straps. Or it can be quite exotic - from flourishing costumes to fine ballgowns. It all depends upon her purpose for the evening. Sometime she even is dressed as other forms of kindred - though she finds the unicorn to be the most difficult to wear. Especially during a race.
Ravanna has no claws, though her teeth are rather sharp. She could live for a few hundred to a few thousand years.
Home: Raised by her cousins, within one of the more 'exotic' bliss houses of Little Terreille. She rarely leaves the house, so knows of little else.
Birthright Jewel: One uncut White Opal. Enviable, remarkable in potential and yet unremarkable in strength.
Offering Jewel: Unknown - her strength to plunge into the depths has yet to be seen.
Caste: As Caste is determined when your born, I'm at a loss. I was hoping this was something that could be determined later, when her personality was settled. My first thought was that of a Prince - which also isn't appropriate. Perhaps a healer? I'm just not sure. Maybe just a witch? Influence and suggestions would be most welcome here.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Personality & scent will hold more attraction than flesh.
Sexual On's: Raised within a bliss house, she finds interest and disgust in both the gentler passions & darker, more painful passions. Animalistic passion, strength & power are all turn ons. As will sexual freedom. Bondage isn't ruled out - especially since Ravanna is used to most restrictive clothing. But the right for bondage would need to be earned. Though, events may alter her disposition to be more submissive - or to actively engage others so they can fight for dominance, before finishing one another within the bedroom.
Sexual Off's: Sexual brutality, torture & anything messy. Physical & psychic scents could replace arousal with aggression or revulsion. They could also enhance her desire.
Bio: Kindred born. A Dehlam child born to a strange inhuman Tigrelan father. Ravanna's birth was dangerous. Her mother burnt her jewels to protect the child. Leaving Ravanna with a name. Just a name, alone. Ravanna was given to her family - who blamed her monstrous shape for taking her mother. They feared the girl, but could not relinquish her. Her name was valuable. Heir to fortune. So they twisted the child into their perverted bliss household. She became the kindred child. Kindred born, a monster pet whom they tamed. And trained. Collared and commanded. Broke and bent.
Ravanna grew up amid the dogs in the kennels. Her birthright jewel sealed the collar about her neck. She learnt to fight for her dinner - growling and hissing, biting their ears with her sharp teeth. She also learnt to perform under the hands of her family. They hung her mother's death about her, using it to trap her into their schemes. She became their circus animal for the stage. She learnt to crawl and walk, climb and claw, mewl and sing, dance and prance, race and debase herself. All for the adoring desires of the crowd. They dressed her in costumes - sometimes human, sometimes inhuman. Though the hardest to wear was the unicorn suit. But even that, she mastered for them. For all she wanted was to earn their forgiveness... Their love.
Ravanna was alone. Her company either came with the harshness of the whips as she was trained. The adoration of the crowds who loved her tricks, washed her within their psychic desires & exultation. The dogs fought her for food and status - and yet, at night they would curl up together for warmth, like family. And then, then she was alone. Either forgotten or left to practice her tricks. But alone. The family would leave the house - but never took her with them. And an emptiness grew within her. A lonely void that she was desperate to fill. She was even jealous of the ones they made scream... To be so wanted... so desired that they must be broken over and over... Ravanna wasn't worthy of even that. She had taken her mother from them... and could never be forgiven...
Sometimes Ravanna wondered what would happen if she left herself fall into that void - where her emotions couldn't reach... Maybe then, then the pain would stop.
Misc. Info: Ravanna's inner strength has been holding out against everything. The first few people to influence her from the outside, they will shape her. Mold her. They might give her love. Perhaps meaning. Perhaps they will finally tame her into something she longs for. Or perhaps, they will help her find some claws.