Fantasy The Hunted

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Please include a writing sample from a recent RP so I may gauge how well people may mesh together.

As you can see, I'm not a fancy coder and I do not expect you to be one, either. So long as you have the basics of what I want and it is well written and shows that you put thought into it, you will be fine. Feel free to move around and combine some of the aspects I have listed. However, each character sheet should have a place for all the aspects within the "Basic" slide and a writing sample.


Note that the characters should be somewhere between their late twenties to early fifties, with the exception of the nephilim, the half-demons, and the vampires as they are somewhat immortal and can be older. The RP will begin with characters arriving for a summit to discuss what is happening; they are experienced hunters that may or may not have been specifically chosen by their species to do so. They should be level-headed, reasonable, and embody what each species would deem important. Of course, some may be showing up because they have been personally affected by the crisis, but they must still be reasonable. Hunters that are explosive and more than a little impulsive would not last very long in a world where everyone and everything is trying to kill you.


Use your best judgement when deciding what your character is like is the point.





This is not first come first serve. I will be accepting people based on how well-thought out their characters are and if I think they would be a good fit for the RP. A like means that you have been accepted and after I have accepted one character from you, you may create another.


I will be taking on at least one character from each of the main species.


Sign-ups will be open until: March 19th (tentative)
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Elizabeth Pauling​

Basics

Age: 29


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Asexual demiromantic


Species: Human


Ethnicity: Half-Chinese, Half-German

In-Depth

Personality: Within hunter circles, Elizabeth has been known for her great skill in wielding many weapons from her trusty handgun to her blunt words. She uses her words to cut wounds in creatures as deep as the ones she may inflict with knives and bullets and has no use for minced speech. She can take it as much as she can dish it and few insults faze her anymore. Her blunt attitude is coupled with a loud voice that even some humans claim can be heard from miles away. Many older hunters deem her rude and somewhat of an upstart, having never truly learned when to keep quiet and let those older than her speak. Her sharp words are not always warranted and her interjections are never quiet welcome, no matter how sincere the initial intention.


Beneath the sharp tongue and rough exterior is a loyal soul that few ever get close to these days. Too many deaths and too many losses have made Elizabeth a bitter and jaded hunter. As a result, her tongue and tone have become nothing but sharper and her attitude has grown sour.


Likes:


Sour candy


Dislikes:


Baked goods


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Appearance

Eye Color: Brown


Hair Color: Black


Height: 6'


Weight: 162 pounds


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Family:


Insaf Pauling- mother, deceased at 28. A former hunter that wanted out, ignoring the consequences of her actions. A deadly hunter before she turned her back, she put too much faith in the mortal world to act as a ward against the creatures she had killed.


Rambert Pauling- father, age 59. A good doctor in Elizabeth's own words but a bad father. Disturbed by the violence that resulted in his wife's death, Rambert desperately searched for answers though he found none. The more he asked, the stranger the rabbit hole got, and eventually he turned a blind eye to it, hoping to keep his sanity. The result of his descent still lingers, however, though only a few know to what extent.

Writing Sample

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Yong had not had enough coffee by the time he had walked into the station, the exhaustion from the previous nights of staying up far too late to sort through poor quality video feeds and pictures weighing on him. He was tempted to push it off on one of his co-workers that he knew was going to bed at a decent time, but he had taken up the responsibility and was determined to see it through.


He swallowed down a mouthful of nearly-scalding black coffee and made his way into the meeting room for the group designated to hunt down the drug ring that was passing out a club drug simply known as "Dionysus' piss". Yong hadn't found the name amusing, unlike some of his other colleagues that still snickered about it. However, even they were failing to find the humor in the situation anymore as more and more people were dying from it and they were becoming more and more lost.


So far, the only thing they had managed to conclude was that the base was heroine and that it was dulled down through some chemical lacing process. Yong had thought that someone had perhaps manipulated the structure of marijuana to make it into a powder form, perhaps buying large amounts of marijuana pills to crush in and mix with the rest of the drug. While it was plausible, a scan of the local drug dealers revealed no spike or crash in the amount of marijuana they were selling.


Which was perhaps the most frustrating part.


Nothing was out of the ordinary. Yes, they had managed to catch low-level dealers but that was it and more often than not, they had no clue where the drug had originated, only that they got it through a seller. Who the seller was, they never knew as they usually had the drug dropped off at their place of residence or a designated area. While some of the police wanted to haul them in and question them, Yong highly doubted that the scrawny looking twenty-somethings that they dragged in did anymore than their own stash.


"You look alive," one officer commented as Yong dropped his large bag onto the front table with a dull thunk.


"Better than Haley Witman and Klaire Ostra," Yong responded, pulling out one of his large manila folders.


"Being alive versus being dead due to a drug overdose is, I suppose, something to be thankful for," a sergeant told him.


"Sergeant Illiad," Yong said, chugging down the rest of his drink and tossing it in the trash, wincing at the burn. "The two other bodies we found the other day are confirmed addicts. I got the autopsy the other night and a scan of the footage where they were found behind the restaurant suggests that they had gone there after buying the drug and doing it."


Out of the folder, he pulled out screenshots he had printed out in black and white of two individuals sitting in the back alley, their faces turned towards one another and some white powder in a bag between them. There were some showing them preparing the drug and then injecting it and a few showing the effect; they appeared to be jittery, standing up and sitting down rapidly. The next few pictures showed them returning to their stash several times to inject more and eventually, showed the two bodies as the restaurant owner had found them. The bag was gone by that point, having been either blown or taken away in the missing footage.


"Do we know what the pockets of missing footage are?" Illiad asked Yong.


"From 0045 to 0107, 0137 to 0156, 0243 to 0249, 0311 to 0452, and from 0500 to 0505," Yong responded.


"Did you stare at these all last night?" the sergeant asked, sounding slightly irritated.


Yong only blinked in response.


The sergeant only sighed and shook his head, knowing that trying to talk the younger man into getting sleep and taking time off was a pointless venture. Yong was insistent on helping close the case but Illiad honestly worried that it might kill him, in the end.


Another officer poked their head in and turned their wide eyes on each of the people in the room, before settling on Yong.


"The captain wants to see you guys outside," they said solemnly before ducking out.


Frowning, Yong followed the officer out, wondering what could possibly be so important so early in the morning.









Oliver Spadding stared blearily ahead through the dashboard, blinking the tiredness out of his eyes while also trying to shield them from the blinding light. He was still wearing the wrinkled suit from the other night, having gone out per usual to see if he couldn't find his way into a warmer bed for a night. He hadn't and instead of going home, he had drank to himself and the entertainment of a few others.


His mother had marched into the room that morning, the room that she repeatedly told him that she paid for (which wasn't a lie, given that Emily Spadding had rented out the apartment for her younger son), and demanded he get up and make use of himself. When he had vomited on her shoes in response, Emily had demanded a few other men enter and pack up all his things.


Oliver had never thought his mother would kick him out onto the street, but was satisfied that that was what was happening and hadn't really given it much thought. If he was to be kicked out onto the streets, he'd simply have to deal with it like he dealt with everything; drink and hope for the best.


It turned out, however, that Emily had other plans. Hauling him bodily out of the apartment and into the car, Emily had told Oliver that things were changing.


"You've had your time to party and play," Emily had said as she drove Oliver out, all his items packed into boxes and loaded into a moving truck that trailed behind. "You have to be responsible now."


"Have you met me?" Oliver asked, squinting at his mother out of pain. "I'm not responsible."


"Thank goodness this person is," Emily had muttered back.


"Who?" Oliver asked, his mind struggling to sort out what was happening through the haze. His head still felt as though it was encased in cotton and his mouth was dry.


"A lovely lady that actually has her life together," Emily responded.


Oliver frowned at her response and said nothing more as they drove along the street, finally pulling up to a quaint looking home on the edge of the city. It was not nearly as large as his own family's mansion but it was not small by anyone's standards.


"Why are we here?" Oliver asked cautiously, glancing at the truck following them, a few things clicking into place in his still hungover mind.


"This will be your new home," Emily said nonchalantly, driving up to the garage and stepping out. Oliver only stared at her. "You'll be living here with someone else."


Oliver finally managed to wrangle open the door and tumble out, staring at his mother blearily.


"Who else?"


"You fiance."


"What?!"









"I've heard worse," Oliver offered Alice and Emily bristled only slightly. Oliver glanced over at his mother, frowning sharply. Emily had not been the most accepting person when it came to Oliver's sexuality. It was the first "disappointment" for her. He couldn't be the glorious son that Jefferson was because Oliver liked more than just women. For Emily, that was something of an unforgivable offense.


It was also the first time Jefferson had really pushed against Emily. It was the first time Oliver really got to see his mother crack and change, under pressure from her husband and her elder son. They had both been half-livid when they heard her murmured comments. She was supposed to love him, they told her. She was supposed toaccept him, to help him, through thick and thin. She had carried him for nine months, raised him for sixteen. Couldn't she find it in her to care for him?


In the end, she had changed. In the end, she came to see it as a part of him, a facet that was different than others but still just a facet.


Some days, Oliver wondered if she saw it as a facet to how disappointing he was.


"You'll be supplied with two cars as well," Emily said after clearing her throat, driving them back to the matter at hand. "One for the each of you. And I'm sure now would be a good time to move all your things in."


On cue, a few men entered, carrying with them the pathetic five boxes of Oliver's items that they had taken from his (former) apartment. He was sure most of them were clothes.


They placed the boxes on the ground and left as swiftly as they came, as if afraid to linger longer.


"There's no food here or clothes," Emily continued, "but there are toiletries and appliances and the bare minimum of furniture. You'll have to change things up how you want to."

 

[Pyromaniac]

Narkissa Ambrose

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Basics

Name:


Narkissa "Kisa" Ambrose


Age:


Appears to be around 25.


In actuality, she is 91 years old, having been born in 1925


Gender:


Female


Sexuality:


Heterosexual


Species:


Vampire


Ethnicity:


Hispanic
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In Depth

Personality:


At first glance, she seems like any mundane with a fashion sense, but with 91 years of experience on her back, one would call Kisa an old soul. She takes much identity from her name itself: dark, the immortal fruit. Weird, but she is both dark and holds a bit of immunity of her. A temptress at best, she often manipulates people just because she feels like doing it. Kisa is fiercely independent. She is able to accomplish anything she puts her mind to and she won't give up. She is perfectly suited to being on her own. She is not a social butterfly like some other creatures and actually prefers to live on her own that way there is never any issue of who controls what at home. She loves to be in control, so when things don't work in her way, she'll probably leave the group. Kisa is extremely ambitious, persistent and determined which is shown through a power hungry, controlling attitude. Not in a stubborn sense however, because she will work for what she wants and controls will justified reasons. This is obvious to any onlooker. Kisa never gives up, as she is so determined to reach her goal. The key to this success is her flexibility. She is able to re-survey a situation and take a different approach if necessary. This makes her very adaptable and versatile. She is a very fierce competitor, combined with her powers of observation and her excellent memory, she will recall facts and when necessary, bring them to the table at the time of need. She will win justly, with proper facts and arguments to support her thoughts and opinions. Kisa is excellent at restoring order to a chaotic situation and she is just as capable of manipulating for her own greed and benefit. Combined with her temper, Kisa is a very dangerous person because she uses her powers to benefit only herself and step on other people in order to satisfy her own greed.


Likes:


- the taste of fresh blood, not one month blood stuffed away in the freezer


- Freshly made horchata


- The smell in the air after it rains


- The feeling of silk on skin


- Sunlight, one of the worst things about being a vampire for Kisa is the inability to enjoy the sun


- Alternative Rock for some reason


- The feeling she gets when she's running quickly


- Blood for obvious reasons


Dislikes:


- Not being able to enjoy the sunlight


- The curse of being vampire; Kisa watched as many of her loved ones died before her.


- A few of the hunters. She won't state who, but some really piss her off


- Being sterile. She's always wanted kids


- Coconut Juice


- Iron for obvious reasons


- The taste of old blood


History/Backstory:


The year was 1925 when little Kisa was born in a small village on the border of Spain and Portugal. She grew up as a farmer's daughter and life seemed great. All until World War II. When she was just 19, her brother was recruited to become a part of the guerilla attacks against the opposing side, but was killed in battle. Soon after, it seemed as though her entire family was invested in the war. Kisa's family were known to oppose Mussolini's ideas, but in order to protect their children, they put a pretense that followed his every move, thus sending their sons to war. However, when Kisa's elder brother died, enough was enough for the parents. In order to protect their eldest daughter, they married Kisa off at a ripe age of 20 years to a man who was captain of the Spanish guard. Everyone thought it was a high honor, but Kisa never truly loved the man. However, this man kept a dark secret about his military success. He was in fact a vampire, thus his ability to be a very strong captain. Kisa found out when she found packets of blood. In return, her husband converted Kisa five years into their marriage. Their marriage lasted for about five more years until Kisa's husband died to lack of blood.


From 1955 to 2000, Kisa stayed in hiding, only going out to hunt for animal blood. When her parents died, Kisa inherited most of their land and passed off as a simple farmer, but kept a few animals for her own pleasure drinking. She made good money and finally went to college, earning a degree in psychology.


Kisa eventually joined the hunters when she was almost caught drinking animal's blood. She took shelter there and has been living underground ever since.


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Appearance

Eye Color:


Brown


Hair Color:


Dark Brown


Height:


5'7"


Weight:


114 lbs


Overall Appearance:


Kisa from the beginning was a very attractive woman. She has a slender like body shape with hair that reaches her waist. Her eyes appear to be brown ish with a few specks of a lighter brown that gives it an allusion of gold flakes. Like most vampires, her canine teeth are more pointed than humans and her skin has lost it's normal caramel like shimmer, making her a bit more pale. On certain parts of her body, her veins have become more prevalent and her face appears to be thinner. She has somewhat prominent cheekbones and full lips. She has pretty long legs and her body is pretty proportional.



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Extras

Quirks:


- Anytime she's nervous, she'll start tapping a body part


- Everytime she kills an animal, she does a small prayer thanking them for their sacrifice, a routine her father used to do at his farm


- She keeps her wedding ring on but has found a way to remove any traces of iron in it. However, she keeps it on her right ring finger to show that she is no longer married


Skills:


- She has a master's degree in psychology and can become a certified psychiatrist if she wants. However she chooses to simply keep this skill to herself


- She knows how to salsa pretty darn well


- She isn't the best fighter, but she can be defensive. In fights, she'll probably find a way to sneak past the person, but she isn't the most violent person


Family:


Unknown Father | Deceased | 1900 - 1955 | Born as a farmer's boy, Kisa's father carried on his father's legacy as a farmer. Was known to not support Mussolini's ideology, but to protect his children, made people assume they followed his ideas by sending his son into the guerilla attacks and marrying his daughter to the Spanish captain of guard.


Unknown Mother | Deceased | 1901 - 1935 | Much like Kisa, her mother was married at a very early age and gave birth quickly. She didn't do much work and not much is known about her relationship with Kisa


Unknown Brother | Deceased | 1923 - 1944 | All we know about Kisa's brother was that he was elder to her and died in the guerilla fights against Spain's opposing enemy during World War II


Weapons:


To be determined in the role play


Contacts:


To be determined in the role play

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Writing Sample

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Was it really her? Was it really him? It was only a faint memory of each other. A bright flame finally bringing light to their dim memories. A song of native people, her hair swaying and lighting up like the fire in the middle. His face glowing up as she asked him to dance. How long had it been? How long had they needed to wait, to suffer through the sins of others? It had been ages since the fall of Egypt and the fall of their love. Their deaths were deemed a love suicide, never being able to be separated. She, an angel sent from above, and he a demon sent from Hell to rip her wings down. But it was only later when he wanted to be part of her wings, to write her a symphony of his love.


And just for a second, they were back in that one moment, when they knew their love was true. When their gazes met one another, they knew that they were soulmates. And that was beauty in itself. Never in a billion years would she expect to believe she’d be reunited with her true love; in all her rebirths, she had wished for this feeling. He never thought he’d be able to relive the moment, the only thing keeping him back this time was the guilt of his past sins. The Nile shone brighter than before, and all their senses had been heightened. She could still smell the ashes of the fire, the feeling of the fire following her every move. He could still feel the disapproving stares from his emperor and the people. But nothing mattered in that moment.


Together, they felt the love course through their veins, and after centuries of being separated, their hands touched one another and electricity sparked. It felt right. No villain could push them away from each other. The heat rose, but it didn’t make it stuffy in any way. Grasping each other’s hands, they swayed to the beat of the native music, the very music that once led them to their very first death together. The cycle had been broken and there would be no more death, no more blood. The Nile would run clear once more, clearer than they’d ever see again. Was this the sacred Elysium that the Greek philosophers talked about in her classes? Was this the very Heaven he was taught in many of his lives? Either way, they were drunk in love together, and back to the very beginning. The beat slowed down and they didn’t let each other go. Nothing could separate them, not the stars, not the others who had been jealous of their eternal love, nothing. The stars beamed before them, proud that love could actually conquer all.


“Never leave me.”


“Not in another billion years.”

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[Raziel]

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  Age: 25 in appearance, actually a bit over 600.
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  
  Species: Half-Angel
  
  
  Ethnicity: Spaniard & Italian
  
  
  
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  Personality: Damien is a very friendly individual and a hopeless romantic. At first learning what he was confused him and he isolated himself for a while. But it didn't take long for him to come out of his emotional wreckage and emerge a new man. He loves meeting people and helping them if they need his aid. He is never one to back down from confrontation and will fight if absolutely necessary. Damien also refrains from using his divine powers the vast majority of the time, trying to keep his half-angel identity hidden to both protect himself and his friends. Once he reached the age of 100 he gave up that "old & wise" persona that he felt most elders carried. He returned to his jovial and light hearted ways and has remained as such ever since. Despite his "lack of maturity" (as some may put it), he is still very knowledgeable and will not hesitate to quote old texts or persons he has met over the centuries.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  - Travel. Damien loves to wander and learn new things. Though thanks to his age, he knows most things, but his love for meeting new people is worth the eternal journey.
  
  
  - God. Damien is a religious man, practicing his faith in Christian churches. This is also why he loves to visit ancient religious sites, even those of other religions.
  
  
  - Dancing. Damien loves to dance and has become adept in most forms.
  
  
  - Music. Damien loves to listen to music and has even learned how to play many instruments. His favorite is the drums, believing that the drums act as the heart beat of music.
  
  
  - Modern entertainment. Damien loves theater and TV. He has been known by recent friends to quote movies and shows and plays very often.
  
  
  - Quotes. Damien loves to quote.
  
  
  - Martial Arts. He really just finds it a lot of fun to perform and practice, as well as good exercise.
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  - Atheism. Damien does not like the idea of rejecting all possibilities of a higher being, be it God or other religious figures.
  
  
  - Demons. He's half-angel after all. God forgives all of his children for their sins, but a demon was a soul that sought to fight God and Damien has no tolerance for their kind.
  
  
  - Hunted. Damien has only tried to help people, so when the hunters come after him, he finds it extremely disrespectful and ignorant of the hunters.
  
  
  - Pessimism. "Don't be such a Negative Nancy."
  
  
  - Sin. Damien knows that everyone does it, but it doesn't mean he has to like it.
  
  
  History: Damien was born in the year 1,403 A.D. When he reached the age of fifty and noticed that he hadn't aged more than his prime, he became curious. For the early part of his life, he hadn't known of his parental heritage, that one of his parents (his mother) was really an angel. When he asked her about why he hadn't been aging, why wounds seemingly vanished upon his simple command, or why other people were so evil, she revealed her true nature as an Nephilim. She transformed before him and told him that he was half-angel and that he would be graced with amazing gifts. A child of God, destined to be one of His servants around the world as needed.
  
  
  - It took years for Damien to grow comfortable in his new skin. He became known as a wise traveler through southern Europe, but it was when he learned of Christopher Columbus's journey that he realized something: life was meant to be celebrated. After cleaning himself of his rustic life style, he began his genesis as a new man. He wandered the world for centuries genuinely learning various languages, cultures, politics, sciences, martial arts, liberal arts, and more. Some friends he has made may have seen him as negligent, considering he never worked a job, but his charisma bought him the necessities to live amongst normal men. In the present day, however, he is more on the run than just a wanderer. Hunters seek to end his supernatural life, but he is has also been known among the hunters to be quite the chase.
  
  
  
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  Eye Color: Brown
  
  
  Hair Color: Dark Brown
  
  
  Height: 6'1"
  
  
  Weight: 180 lbs.
  
  
  Overall Appearance: He looks a lot like a typical college guy. He is a very attractive male with a fit, muscular body structure. His features are very defined and his hair remains short and cropped. Damien's skin is a light bronze in tone. When he uses his angelic powers, his eyes and hands will normally glow a very subtle white. He has tattooed on his back an antique cross starting at the top of his spine, the cross section connecting his shoulders, and the stem going down to the bottom of his shoulder blades.
  
  
  
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  Quirks:
  
  
  - Dancing. Whenever Damien hears music, he can't help but move to the rhythm.
  
  
  - Singing. Whenever Damien hears a song he knows the words to, he will normally sing along shamelessly.
  
  
  - Quotes. Damien will quote something whenever the opportunity arises.
  
  
  Skills:
  
  
  - Charisma. Damien has gotten by in the world simply through charisma. He hasn't spent a dime in ages and his friendliness is infectious to the point where strangers will grant him his wishes. He is not exploitive and is genuine in his connections.
  
  
  - Mister World Wide. Damien has been everywhere and many people from all around know him or know about him. He knows cultures, languages, religions, and philosophies like the back of his hand.
  
  
  - Survivor. Damien has learned combative arts in order to defend himself and others from harm and has mastered most of these techniques. He also knows what is safe to eat in the wild and what is not. He is also a good cook!
  
  
  - Being an angel. Damien has the magical ability as a half-angel to heal the wounded and possesses supernatural strength. Wounds also inflicted on him are rapidly regenerated.
  
  
  Family:
  
  
  Father (Unknown) - Late 1300s to early 1400s.
  
  
  Mother ("Marian") - Unknown
  
  
  Weapon(s): Cudgel Staff
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Salasar felt Spark leave his shoulder and flutter high into the sky. Show time, he told himself. The countdown was long. The arcane monk rolled his neck making a string of popping noises. He rolled his shoulder and stretched his back. Damien was all too familiar with the sense of being watched on a stage. He had been a gamer on big screens for a couple years now. Now, he actually embraced it. It was an excuse to play a bit extra carefully while being a bit more... well, flashy. The adrenaline was awesome, something he could never tire of.
  
  
  Salasar took Forcebringer off his shoulder and took his hammer just under the head, holding it at his side. The hooded fighter looked at RebelSeven, the one with the plan, and let himself smirk. The child character always had a plan, and granted she was more crafty than one may expect. Of the group, however, Salasar was one of the protectors. Between his Bonds of Force and his Arcane Barrier, he was a reliable source of defensive strength. With the first mentioned ability, Bonds of Force, he prefers to wield with a fellow fighter to both bail them out of a dangerous situation and for sake of giving them both greater survivability. The second, Arcane Barrier, was more than useful for intercepting barrages or protecting ranged damage dealers.
  
  
  Damien found himself trying to be calm. His heart was racing both in and out of game. It was a big match coming. Salasar's eyes closed and his hands, eyes, mouth, and legs began to glow purple. As the players were leveled to the stadium and the match was beginning, he was channeling his Presence of Mind. He could feel his comrades going to engage to the enemies. It was five seconds before his eyes opened. The glow around him became more subtle. His eyes trained on the frozen imp. All sounds hummed out of his hearing. Salasar put one foot forward and dashed straight into a Planar Shift. He came out of the teleportation just above the frozen imp and took up his hammer, bringing the head down onto it. The imp shattered like a glass vase. He looked up at the on coming wave. Game on.
  
  
  

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Rayda Valence

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Basic

Age: 32


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Species: Werewolf


Ethnicity: North American

In-Depth

Personality: Rayda may look like a complete innocent, happy girl, but underneath she is working hard to repay her past a debt. Rayda is always melancholic, pessimistic and will often pretend to be okay by making excited comments and smiling, because she can't bear the thought of throwing her heavy emotional bag at her friends. Once alone, her sorrow, guilt and loneliness will return and make her want to be left alone and in extreme cases, make her depressive.


Rayda, is the one who answers when asked for help. Not only because she likes helping but also because, deep down she feels like by avoiding people to get hurt, she is somewhat making her sins lighter. She knows it can never be fully repaid but, still she does everything she can just to ease her pain a little.


She may not really like violence, but when the life of someone lies in her hands, she'll even kill to keep that person safe, even more when it's someone she cares about. Of course, later she'll feel bad about it, but if she managed to save someone it's all worth it to her.


Likes:

• Kids
  
• Archery
  
• Forests and small towns because, those remind her of home.
  
• Going to restaurants, there was nothing like that where she came from so, she finds it amusing.
  
• watching rain fall, from the window.
  
• Tree climbing.
  

Dislikes:

• Overused violence
  
• Cruelty
  
• Iron, obvious, because it harms her.
  
• Things with a very strong smell. It distracts and annoys her since she has enhanced sense of smell.
  

History/Backstory: Rayda Valence was raised in a very small country town in America, with a simple minded population which was completely unaware of the supernatural. Her parents died when she was a baby so she never got to met them. The only family she ever had was her older brother, Liam Valence and the other inhabitants of the town.


The place was close to both plain terrain and a forest so, it was filled with farmers and hunters, the latter group going often in very long hunt travels. Rayda's brother was one of the hunters and little Rayda looked up to him at the point of wanting to be a hunter as well but, women weren't allowed to do so because it was considered a task too dangerous to them. So, she had to train by herself, in secret.


Everyday morning, Rayda would pick her bow and quiver, go practice deep in the woods and return before nightime. No one really played much attention at where the little girl went so, no one ever realised she wasn't there. Once, however, she got really concentrated on self-training and lost track of time. When she decided to call it a day, it had already got dark and she had no idea how to return home. To make it worse, she heard a growl behind her and when she turned a huge wolf-thing was right there!


Little Rayda attempted shooting an arrow at it. It barely hit and the strange creature sprinted towards her. she ran as fast she could but it was too fast and pounced at her, scratching her shoulder and pushing Rayda at a nearby pit in the process...Rayda was knocked unconscious with the crash.


When she woke up, she was back at the town, surrounded by worried people, including her brother, who was crying beside her. They had noticed she was gone and equipped with torches, settled up a searching party for her. Liam had been the one to find her, covered in scratches, bleeding, dirty and called everyone to help him take her out there.


He made Rayda promise him to never wander out of town again, but she broke it and kept training hidden, extra cautious not to stay up till night this time.


About a week later, Rayda would accidentally transform for the first time and in the middle of her panic, confusion and complete lack of control, kill everyone she knew and destroy the city she grew up into. When she finally realised what she had done, she couldn't do anything but run away.


However, the hunting party returned just minutes before she did so and among them was Liam who managed to grab a running Rayda by the arm, only to receive a cold "Let me go" back. Her brother released her in confusion and, without even looking back at him, Rayda ran without destination in mind.


Months later, Rayda, at the age of 14 that time, managed to find the big city and was introduced to both technology and the supernatural. There she learned more about what she was and all the other supernatural creatures. Afterwards, she searched for a Werebeast help Association, to learn how to control her new abilities.


Despite everything, Rayda never lost her desire to be a hunter, so, when she heard of them, she was interested.


She joined them at the age of 25, was taught archery and fighting, and has been a Hunter to this day.

Appearance

Eye Color: Light blue


Hair Color: Brown


Height: 5 ft and 5 inches


Weight: 101 lbs


Overall Appearance: Despite being 32, Rayda managed to keep her girly appearance through time. She has a medium build, with some curves but not too much. Her light blue eyes can be seemed as silver when in a very illuminated place.


When in full animal form, Rayda is a light brown wolf with a grey stripe on the back and on the top of the head, white muzzle, black nose and black paw pads. The Blue/silver eye thing also happens in her wolf form.

Extra

Quirks:

• When Rayda is impatient, she'll often play with her fingers to keep herself distracted.
  
• She has a soft spot for kids, so is easily manipulated by them.
  
• Sometimes after a very rough mission, Rayda will have nightmares about her home town destruction and/or her brother and wake up terrified.
  

Skills:

• Hand in Hand Combat: Rayda was taught self-defense, Muay Thai and Swordfighting when she joined the Hunters. She is a medium fighter and can defend herself pretty well, but is really bad at swordfighting...
  
• Archery: Rayda has been practicing Archery by herself since she was little. After joining the Hunters she was actually taught it and she turned up to be an excellent archer.
  

Family: Liam Valence>>Older Brother: Rayda left Liam behind when she ran from the village so, it is unknown whether he hates her for what she had done or if he is still searching for her to this day. Rayda however still thinks of him fondly and wishes everyday that things had been different. The thought of meeting her brother again, only to find out he hates her now, is terrifying to the point of Rayda choosing not to search for him at all...


Weapons: Bow and Arrow, pocket knife. (Might add more stuff in the RP)


Contacts: TBD

Writing Sample

Cecilia's Introduction post - AEGIS Training Facility 108 [superpowers RP]


Cecilia was inside the bus and her destination was AEGIS training facility 108. It wasn't easy for her, moving around from one point of Baltimore to another, from one school to another, but she decided to do her best and who knows, maybe sleep during the bus trip.


She took out her cellphone, and checked he e-mail inbox. There was an e-mail from the AEGIS staff about some kind of mysterious test that required gloves... "Shoot! I hope I can borrow a pair on the secretariat or that another student has an extra..." she thought to herself.


As the bus trip went on, Cecilia was looking at the windows and wandering in her thoughts. Her new school was a lot nicer than her last, no one had teased her or called her names... They were actually really nice and she felt like she could make friends with some of them... Well, she could, if she wasn't always worried she might 'blow them away', quite literally.


She remembered the first time she had been at the facility. She had gone there to solve the paperwork on her moving from New York and she had caught a glimpse of the lady's computer and seem part of the file on her:


"Mistral" she sighed as she recalled it. Clearly not a codename she would have chosen herself. Okay, it did sound kinda cool, but it also was a reminder of what a destructive force she could become... Hopefully, this course she was taking on AEGIS was going to help her out with that issue.


After getting out of the bus, Cecilia walked a couple of blocks until she found the facility she was going to study at. It didn't seem THAT inviting from outside, neither looked any normal... And the big AEGIS sign on the front clearly didn't help the vision... "Well, here goes nothing" she said as she entered the building, already thinking about introducing herself on the entrance, so she would get permission to proceed, and using the occasion to ask directions to the secretariat.

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I spent my whole afternoon doing this xD Hope you like it~


I had a difficult time adapting her backstory to fit here >.<

 

[Creek]

Keir Sullivan

*My apologies for this not being a photo. I was having a hard time finding a face claim that I liked and drew one instead.
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  Age: 26
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Sexuality: Asexual
  
  
  Species: Half-demon
  
  
  Ethnicity: Welsh
  
  
  
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  Personality: At first glance, Keir is somewhat impish and carefree, often pulling pranks. He is actually careful and even serious beneath his outer persona, though. Past experiences taught him to be wary and suspicious. He keeps many things to himself, and usually doesn't tell others the whole truth. Unless he's trying to hide this side of himself by grinning and goofing off, he remains distanced from others and tries to avoid getting to know them. However, if others try hard enough to get him to open up, he can be friendly and caring. He works very hard to protect any measure of stability he has in his life, and he acts very sympathetically towards others who are in positions similar to the one he was in.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  • Messing with others - Keir enjoys pulling pranks and teasing others, and doing so helps him uphold his mischievous persona.
    
  • Food - As someone who grew up with very little of it, Keir is always happy to get food.
    
  • Birds - He especially likes crows. He feels like they have a lot in common, as they are both often looking for food and often chased away while less intimidating creatures are fed.
    
  • Being at an elevated place - Since he lived in small, dark alleyways for most of his life, being high above the ground makes him feel free.
    
  • Seeing new places - Since he never left the city where he grew up until joining the Hunters, he always finds new places interesting.
    
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Being alone - After years of solitude on the city streets, he has come to hate being alone, though it is a fact that he denies.
    
  • Nephilim - Strangers in the city almost always refused to help Keir in the past. Most either ignored him or were scared of him, but Nephilim often made fun of him and even attacked him because he was half-demon, which led to his hatred for them.
    
  • The thought of returning to the streets - He joined the Hunters to escape that life. He has no desire to go back to it.
    
  • Being a half-demon - His lineage has only brought him suffering his entire life, so he's not particularly fond of it. He holds no grudge against other half-demons, though.
    
  • Excessive optimism - People who always have a "glass is half-full" attitude annoy Keir, as he believes that being optimistic only leads to disappointment.
    
  
  
  History/Backstory: For as long as he could remember, Keir had been an orphan living on the city streets. Whether his parents died or simply abandoned him, he couldn't say for sure. Every day was a struggle for survival. Keir could not hope to receive any aid, as even the most benevolent of strangers feared him because he was a half-demon. Some even attacked him. He spent his younger years lurking in alleyways and searching for food, and often watched jealously as passerby took pity on other street children. Keir occasionally made alliances with them, but they quickly broke off, leaving him on his own. The feeling of hunger became normal for him, and he eventually didn't even notice that his ribs were protruding painfully from his thin frame. His discomfort increased in the winter, as his race's susceptibility to cold-related illnesses was debilitating. As he got older, Keir became a talented thief in a variety of fields ranging from pick-pocketing to burglary. This made it slightly easier for him to survive, but it also brought Hunters chasing after him. Throughout his late teenage years and into his twenties, he spent a lot of time dodging those trying to arrest him. Eventually, when he was 23, he was cornered in a part of the city he was less familiar with and thrown in jail. After spending time there, he decided that becoming a Hunter might be the only way to escape his life on the streets and joined them.
  
  
  
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  Eye Color: Black
  
  
  Hair Color: Dark Brown
  
  
  Height: 5' 6''
  
  
  Weight: 105 lbs
  
  
  Overall Appearance: Keir is short and very thin. His skin is pale and his eyes are almost completely black with a few grey specks. His long dark hair is usually pulled back into a ponytail, mostly because he can't be bothered to do anything else with it. His teeth are slightly pointed and he is often grinning.
  
  
  
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  Quirks/Flaws:
  
  
  • Keir will usually sleep with one eye open. It's an old habit from when he was living on the city streets.
    
  • He often takes things without asking, but mostly only small trinkets.
    
  • He has a tendency to be suspicious and will sometimes check food given to him to make sure that it's not poisoned.
    
  • Kier is somewhat anemic and will occasionally feel dizzy, fatigued, or weak.
    
  
  
  Skills:
  
  
  • Thievery - This is a skill that Kier picked up in his earlier years. He can often get away with whatever he gets his hands on.
    
  • Hand to hand combat - Kier taught himself how to fight and is able to use both knives and his fists to defend himself. He is agile and tends to try to avoid attacks.
    
  • Enchanting Metal - As a half-demon, he is able to enchant metal and is fairly skilled at it.
    
  
  
  Family: It is unknown whether or not he has any living family members.
  
  
  Weapons: Knives
  
  
  Contacts: (To be decided)
  
  
  
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  Rowan opened her eyes slowly as she returned to consciousness. She felt as if she hadn’t; around her she could see nothing. Her surroundings were almost completely devoid of light and her eyes almost hurt from the strain of searching it out. A slightly musty smell permeating the air brought her attention to the dampness of the surrounding area. Water could be heard dripping down from somewhere in the gloom above. She leaned back against the wall, her head throbbing painfully. Once it calmed down a bit, Rowan tried to stand, but her shaking legs failed her. She collapsed back onto the ground and curled up against the wall. She hoped that resting would help her recover enough to move around.
  
  
  As she waited, Rowan delved into her memory banks. What had happened to her? She searched through her head, hoping to find some stray clue to answer that question. She remembered chasing her friend through the streets. That friend had run into a part of the city that Rowan wasn’t very familiar with. Something must have happened after that, but she couldn't quite remember what. She had a strange feeling that it wasn't a normal event.
  
  
  Rowan tried to stand again, this time feeling almost giddy with groundless fear. She wanted to get out of there. Fortunately, her legs supported her weight this time and she began to search for a way out. As she ran her hands along the wet walls, she felt a rusted ladder attached to the wall and attempted to climb up, hoping it would take her somewhere with light to see by. As she did, a searing pain shot up her right forearm. Reaching her other hand over to grab it, she felt a warm liquid; blood. She guessed that her arm was covered in it. She briefly wondered how she had failed to notice this before before deciding that she had simply been too confused by her predicament and kept climbing.
  
  
  

 

[The J]

Lorcan Byrne

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Age: 32, bitten when he was 28


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Species: Vampire


Ethnicity: White caucasian (Irish)






Personality: Lorcan is relatively young as vampires go - he hasn't reached the level of maturity yet to be able to drink coconut milk, or even animal blood. This makes him much more voracious for human blood compared to many, as if he doesn't get their blood often enough, he'll starve.


To most people he's a reasonable person. He'll be friendly enough, especially to other vampires, as he can't drink vampire blood. When he's hungry though, he becomes often a bloodthirsty killer, and it will come to a point where he'll throw caution and subtlety to the wind and just bite the next human he sees. This is rare though, as he's sufficiently cautious in picking his targets carefully and regularly that he won't even have to kill them when he feeds, not to mention that he won't be caught.


Though he might be friendly initially, he purposefully avoids relationships with anyone but other vampires to avoid killing them in hunger for blood, or them being repulsed by his habits. This has meant he has been mostly alone for much of his life, seeing as vampires aren't necessarily as social as other races.


Likes:


- Human blood. He can't get enough of the stuff, and it's the only thing he'll drink, even if he feels guilty sometimes


- Reading


- Dubstep, or other heavy bass music


Dislikes:


- Coconut milk


- Animal blood


- Hunters - a fair few have tried to go after him. Some he killed, others he evaded


- Being a vampire. He might well choose to have a cure if it was possible


History/Backstory:


Lorcan was a pretty active guy for most of his human life. He'd be up for most things, always helping out friends from university and joining in with whatever he got invited to. He was, however, pretty directionless in his life. He struggled to hold a job that paid more than minimum wage, he had few prospects and fewer qualifications, and when he wasn't living in low-rent apartments he was couch-surfing. He felt bad about putting himself upon his friends and tried to contribute as much as he could, but he knew it couldn't last forever. People move on, friends grow apart, he noticed he was gradually losing them.


This, and what he saw as a poor life, led to him becoming depressed, gradually shutting himself off from his friends and family, until he decided to take his own life. A great fall, he decided, would be the way to do it. He climbed to the top of the apartment complex he was staying in off of borrowed money, and made his way to the edge. He hesitated, as much as anyone would, at the precipice. He heard something move behind him.


It was a man, in dark clothing, standing there in the dark behind him. He said that he'd been watching him, and wanted to offer him a second chance at life. To try again and to be someone else entirely. Of course he had no idea what the man meant, stepping back in fear. This step made him stumble slightly as his foot touched the edge, but just before he fell out of reach, the man grabbed him with impossibly strong grip, holding him above his death. He begged him to pull him up and he scrambled to safety with the man's aid, and when he managed to stand on the firm floor he knew that he didn't want to die, and he would take the man's offer.


Little did he know, the man was a vampire. His offer was his bite, the new life would be one of vampirism, seclusion, and evasion. It had been nothing but a power trip for the man, to make him feel powerful, controlling life and death. Lorcan put an end to that with a bullet to the head, several weeks after he'd recovered from the excruciating transformation.


He decided he would never again try to take his own life, he had known it wasn't the right thing when he fell. But this new life was hard, it would take a lot of getting used to.


As a novice vampire, Lorcan couldn't stomach anything other than human blood, and it came to the point where he simply couldn't stomach anything else it even after a few years. He soon decided to leave Ireland for the USA, where he could much more easily move in the larger cities without detection, without having to keep moving to the next nearest one to avoid suspicion. Not to mention he reckoned the police were dumber than the garda in Ireland, whether it was true or not.

Eye Color: Green


Hair Color: Dark


Height: 6'0"


Weight: 80kg






Quirks/Flaws:

• Lorcan often messes with his hair, in a way that might look vain, but it's simply a tick for him.
  
• He'll almost solely make friends with other vampires due to his vampiric nature.
  
• He has an impulsive distrust of middle-aged men, soon overcome if they're reasonable. This is due to remembering the appearance of the one who bit him, even if it's subconscious.
  

Skills:

• He's a damn good shot with a pistol. Using one to help you survive and having supernatural powers will do that.
  
• Hand-to-hand - he can scrap and scuffle with the best of them, often finishing it with a heavy bite.
  
• Stalking - not in the sense you'd think. He can stealthily work out who to target, when, and where, to keep himself from being caught, and let himself feed. He often feels awful about it, but he knows that he can't do anything else.
  

Family: He drove himself away from his family a long time ago. Neither knows what has happened with the other.


Weapons: Glock pistol, combat knife


Contacts: To be decided






The Red Order usually had two types of targets; those that had been paid for, and those that the elders decided upon themselves, often to aid the Order. This was to be one of the former, which tended to be a lot more simple. Get the contract, kill the target, receive the payment. Severis mostly preferred these types, though the more political, Order-centric ones did very occasionally have a certain element to them that made it all the more interesting - on most occasions those given to him by elder Eruvis.


For now, though, that didn't matter. The young man was perched atop a ceiling beam, dead above the target at his dinner table. Derrick Forsner, a landlord rival to another who possessed far fewer compunctions over... cut-throat business. As said, simple enough, just kill the man and don't get found, not even a cover-up.


As all good things do, this train of thought swiftly came to an end as he switched his mind to killing the man, dropping silently down, knife reaching around his neck to cut his windpipe and let him die, suffocating on his own blood. There were better ways to go. To be fair, most didn't involve murder.


After reporting back to the elders that the deed was done, a small money purse was given to him, and he decided after washing up that he'd go and see what the commotion was in Eden. The Order was close by, so as to keep good business, but not so close as to attract the wrong kind of attention, such as that of the royal army.


It turned out that, through listening in on conversations in the crowds, lights had appeared above all of the divine weapons. Nobody had a concrete idea of what it meant, but of course the rumour mill was going like the clappers. The divines were angry, a powerful mage was stealing the weapons, heck, even the demon king coming back. He knew well enough to avoid rumours like that; they were all based on guesswork, hearsay, and often just made-up to make someone feel powerful.


Taking a spot to the side, somewhere he could easily get away from, he took his place in the crowd of people around the stage where the hooded figures stood, and waited for them to speak.