[crystwolf]

(Welcome to the Roleplay, guys! Thanks for joining, I didn't expect this many people.~ Just hop in the Roleplay whenever you're ready. c: )

Alexcs
Stats

Health: 20/20
Problems/Injuries: Nothing, just a little hungry.

The vampire sighed as he leaned forwards, fingers pressing lightly on his temples and elbows resting on his knees, shoulders tensed. He scolded himself mentally for what seemed like the hundredth time, quietly muttering a curse as he set his dull grey gaze on the dusty and cracked floor, booted feet tapping restlessly against the surface, the soft 'thudding' sounds echoing throughout the empty room. Nobody was in here with him - Fithel had disappeared to who knows where and a few minutes later Eirinn had left as well, not answering Thief's question of where she was going. Then afterwards the boy had gotten into a rather heated fight with the oldest of the four, and he left as well in a fit of rage. Except, unlike Fi and Eirinn, Alexcs knew what the youngest was going to do and was a little too late to stop him from continuing. And now here he was, stuck sitting on the tattered and worn couch with a bad feeling in his gut.

He absentmindedly scratched his chin as he lifted his gaze, meeting the small mirror at the corner of the room. Alexcs was slightly startled at his reflection - it was pretty obvious what he was feeling, his grey eyes filled to the brim with worry and wrinkles above his eyes, thanks to his furrowed brows. Releasing another heavy sigh, he attempted to relax, leaning back slightly  and letting his hands fall to his lap, fingers still twitching nervously. The vampire bit his tongue gently, about to stand up and begin pacing again when he suddenly froze, gaze immediately darting up to the door, perking up slightly at the familiar sounds of steps. Well, they were slightly different. More... dragged, as though the person walking was tired. There was also something else, like scraping. He narrowed his eyes when he realized what it was, and could already guess what had happened.

Soon enough, after a quiet shuffling noise outside, the door banged open, and in came a teenager, nearly soaked with blood, and behind him he dragged... Well, Alexcs's suspicions were confirmed then. He frowned heavily, shifting his feet to stand up, but was stopped midway by the teenager, who held up one hand - fingers not how they were supposed to be - and simply uttered a word. "Don't." The vampire kept silent, eyes watching carefully as the younger pulled in the body with a little struggle in order to let the door creak shut. He stared for a moment longer before sitting back down, letting a sigh escape.  "I told you it was useless, Thief."




Thief
Stats

Health: 12/20
Problems/Injuries: Severely injured from a recent fight.

The young boy pressed himself against the wall, gritting his teeth in pain and trying to calm his heaving chest as he kept his pale green eyes fixed on the entrance of the alleyway, watching intently as multiple shadows moved quickly about, accompanied with confused shouts and curses. His legs shivered slightly with tension, fingers tightening their grip on the fabric of the jacket his companion was wearing... Well, it was more of a corpse now than his friend. Thief waited until the shadows disappeared and the voices faded away before pushing himself off the wall, stumbling a little and letting out a small hiss when his broken arm was jostled harshly. Steadying himself, he got a better grip on the body before making his way out of the dark corner and into the streets, starting to limp back to the old apartment that the group was now living in.

He regretted not listening to Alexcs, though he'd never admit it. The oldest of the group - The one he was currently dragging - was as good as dead when he didn't return after 5 days, Alexcs had said when they were arguing before, and the bloody vampire was right. Thief, of course, didn't believe him and had ran out with the intention and getting their lost companion back after yelling at Alexcs and calling him some rather rude names, and after nearly an hour finally managed to know where to go. However, the eldest member was still alive, but barely, and Thief stubbornly held hope for him. With that, he had decided to try and save the oldest from the mortal's strange contraptions but only managed to get into a fight with a lot of them, which led to him being outnumbered, and had now left him here - littered with bruises and wounds, dragging both himself and the already dead group member back to the old apartment. He could've won the fight, had it not been for one of the mortals stabbing him with something that was definitely poisoned, which had immediately dampened his powers, leaving him with nothing but a metal pole and only managing to create small, tiny flames relevant to that of a candle's by the end of the fight. To make it worse, his companion had been alive when he had escaped, but some time when they had finally found a place to hide, Thief checked his companion and found another group member dead. He felt guilty to leave the body in a stupid alleyway and so decided to make his way back with extra weight.

The half-demon blinked and glanced up, catching sight of the old door to the house they shared. He quickened his pace as best as he could, pausing outside for a moment to adjust his grip again, before kicking the door open with his feet and limping in, gaze resting on the familiar, expensive-looking shoes nearby that belonged to none other than Alexcs. When they shifted to stand, he held up a hand to stop the vampire. "Don't." The teenager mumbled, making sure that the older didn't move closer before pulling the corpse fully into the room, letting the door slowly swing shut on it's own, the creaks filling the silence. Thief let our another heavy breath, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest that followed the movement as he released his hold, letting the upper half of his dead teammate fall limply to the ground with a light thud, allowing more blood to stain the floor. Alexcs' next words filled the air and the teenager let his fingers curl into a fist, glaring at the floor and not looking at the older. His mouth opened to return a snark retort but nothing came out - He didn't have the energy to bother fighting back. Instead he bit his lip, fist slowly uncurling, tense shoulders finally slumping in defeat.




Eirinn
Stats

Health: 20/20
Problems/Injuries: None.

Eirinn raised a brow slightly as she silently watched the scaly figure leaning on a wooden crate alone, head tilted up and gaze searching the sky. The Necromancer shifted her position slightly, standing straighter instead of leaning against the brick wall and slumping like a depressed man. She gave a quick glance to the sky herself, noticing the many stars for a moment. She could never know what the Haitaille was thinking, but her best guess would be that he was currently wandering off into his own mind or actually liked stargazing. Either way, Eirinn had finished what she came out to do and was currently bored - Not quite sure whether to return to the group, especially after she had passed by and heard the rather loud argument the two boys were having. It was lucky that they resided in an abandoned street. She pursed her lips in thought, then finally pushed herself fully off the wall and slowly walked over to Fithel, steps light and making no sound as she came to a halt behind the crate, turning her gaze to the sky again.

"It isn't wise to be outside, you know." She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as her own gaze shifted from star to star, though she found nothing interesting about them - It was just the sky and a source of light in the black sky. She looked over to the full moon at the side, staring at it for a while longer before finally looking back at the Haitaille, waiting to see if he would even bother replying or not.

[AbbyJoyce]

Max Fairfield


"Miss?"

It was with all the power in Max's body that she struggled to not ignore the raspy voice. Her head weighed itself down with lethargy and confusion as she hesitantly lifted it from the dewy grass with less than graceful movements. She remembered little aside from being attacked and passing out. Her eyes pinched closed in the radiating light of the overhead street lamp as the figure towering above her leaned over, blocking the light.

"Miss? Are you okay? You're bleeding.."

Max had little reaction aside from staring the man down with a furrowed brow and lethargic glare. "Here, let me see." The man added, his hand extending towards Max's neck with ease. She moved in a blur, her own hand smacking the man's away and standing. She appeared at a stop behind him, her lips parted as heavy breaths escaped her chest. The man offered little more than a gasp as fear consumed his cold gaze. Once so friendly and caring, he stared at Max with little more than hatred and disgust. "You're one of them.." He breathed in angst.

"One of them?" Max questioned in equal whisper, her chest heaving as her head grew heavier. Sounds echoed within her cranium; A party four blocks away, a man yelling at his wife at a nearby house, a bird whistling in a tree two blocks away. A shaky hand lifted to press into her temple as she struggled to ignore the pain. "You're a spirit.." The man's voice sprung anger from within Max's chest. A heat of judgement. "No, I just passed out." She hissed in reply, continuing to hold her head. "You're one of them beasts." He barked louder. "No I'm not" Max yelled back, her lips parting to reveal her teeth. Normal, seemingly. Aside from two elongated, sharp canines that slipped out from her gums with ease. A veil of fear and disgust crossed the man's expression. "You're a monster."

She broke. It was an instant reaction of fear and anger that Max sped forward, bending the mans head aside with a handfull of hair and sinking her teeth into his neck. The warm, comforting drink filled her mouth, cusping at her lips before spilling over onto her chin in waves of heated liquid. She ripped her mouth away, allowing the man to fall to the ground with a gurgle of desperation. A deep exhale escaped Max as she gazed down at the man, with first no expression, then suddenly guilt. "I'm sorry." She muttered, kneeling beside him and hesitantly reaching for his neck. With a forced push, he shoved her backwards, before rolling his back to her. Max watched with shock and guilt. Slowly, her hand reached up to glide to extended fingers along her lips, pulling away to reveal the warm blood covering their tips. "Oh god..I'm so sorry." She muttered. Max pushed herself to her feet, shaking her head desperately, "I'm sorry."

She struggled to remember how she did it. How she ran so quickly, but nevertheless, she attempted it again. It lasted only moments before exhaustion consumed her. Abruptly, Max came to a stop, her hand grasping a stop sign at a darkly lit corner for support as she palmed her forehead in lethargy. Her chest heaved with anxiety and fear as the noises grew louder. A scream echoed down the roads, and she knew. Someone foundat the man's body. With another gasp, she collapsed to her knees, gripping her hair in excruciating pain. Her fangs bared themselves from the waves of powerful emotions that swept through her.

"It was a spirit!"

"They're getting bold."

"Come on, round up the others. We need to find it. now."

The voices meant little to Max now. The world felt so cold, so useless and different as she held back the tears from her desperate struggle of pain. "What the hell is happening?" She groaned between gasps.

[Spottedbears]

interacting with:

Elrick Sadover, Jane Doe (hopefully haha), wanted to start off interacting so it wouldn't get boring

Jeaniene

As they swung around into a bar, the spirit headed in with a swagger in their step. They were, currently, feeling female, so they sported a nice curly undercut with shining red lipstick. The locks of hair twirled down onto their face before Jeaniene, with a small thought, had them shrink down to a nicer size. They took a seat at the bar, next to quite the dapper man, with wavy blond hair. Hopefully he wouldn't stare at her with that "up and down" sort of disgusted look. They did get that a lot, however, being a spirit. They looked him up and down before the bartender strutted over and asked if Jeaniene would like a drink. Probably thinking they looked a little young to be in a bar -- but they were a spirit, so it wouldn't matter how old they looked. Although she looked nice, they could tell she had fear in her eyes. " 'Spose I would love one, thanks," they replied with a smile. "Not too toxic if you please." As the drink was delivered the spirit took a swig. Now there was quite a clear circle around them, as clear as could be that they were different and weird. No matter, this happened quite often and it didn't bother them at all. Hopefully the surfer-like blond kid (as those described on the Internet looked quite like him) wouldn't leave. Hoping there was a chance he wouldn't, they reached into the magical center of their soul and got a better look at his aura. It was a grey-ish colour with a tinge of more darkness. Jeaniene could tell that it had something to do with death and lost souls, but they didn't want him to notice their reaching, for sometimes the other creature could detect the spirit's wandering "eyes and ears," if you please. "So, surfer boy," she began to inquire, "how be you on this fine.. er, eve'?"

[Jane-Doe]

Elrick Sadover

"From the moment we are born, we start dying. So this isn't life, this is death."

Interacting With Jeaniene

Elrick glanced in their direction as they walked over, his brown eyes flickering over them in one swift, quick movement. It was just to identify the person as a whole, not to judge or pry at intentions. He could feel them prying, too, but made no exterior movement of discomfort or disgust at them doing so. It was only natural to be curious, right? The young lad adjusted his dark jacket, made out of some rough-looking material, not really interesting in starting a conversation at the moment. One hand was placed on his bronze bottle, which was running low on rum, and the other drumming against his jean clad thighs.

The Reaper perked up as they addressed him as "surfer boy." Boy, did that win them a large, heavily amused smile. He tilted his head towards them, arching an eyebrow in an interested manner. Finally, a conversation he could work with. "Well, surfer boy here is doing just grand. And how about yourself?" He shot the question back, his voice holding a sense of knowledge and wit as if he was much, much older than his appearance led on. He lifted the bottle from the laquer counter, letting the last drops of the rum slide down his throat in a hurry- as if there were to be a rum-drought soon. He places the empty bronze bottle on the counter with a small "Ah."

[glaceon24]

[May I join?]

{Human form}

{'Spirit' form}
Name Tyler Jones
Age {Mortal} 18/ {spirit} 118
Gender Female
Type of 'Spirit' Venoter
A Venoter is a half human, half reptile hybrid. They can Control electricity and put small drops of venom in the volts. They can change into a flying reptile when threatened.  They have scales run up the bridge of their nose and sharp nails that the keep cut to hide themselves. It is also very hard for them to control their power.
Personality (Optional) Quite (cant think)
History (Optional) {wip}
Description (Optional)
Powers electricity
Venom {at times}
Others

[Wolfie_Lover]

((Sorry if my role-playing style seems weird to you, I'm trying out a different style that I like. uwu))


Heath "Sammy" Samus Velt

A small draft came through the dimmed area; a sleeping body could be seen, though it was curled up like a dog but had feathers like a bird. It shook a little, tossing in its slumber - it was something out of a nightmare, to some, or perhaps a dream, to others. The creature blinked on eye, groggily sprawling on the ground. It sleepily rub both eyes, wrapping all six wings around it. It looked like a male human, though strange tattoos covered his arms and he had an eye on his forhead - it could've been for a religious reason, or maybe it was a personal reason - plus it had six too many wings for a human. His blue eyes looked upwards as if waiting for something, the dark, black whites of his eyes held a tired look. What woke me from my nap? He thought, shaking himself from the hard ground, though it was comfortable in his opinion. He lightly scratched his head, his hardly-natural, but still completely natural, hair flinging with the movement of his hand. It looked messy now, but he shifted it all to one side with a flick of his wrist. He climbed out of his sleeping place, standing and stretching himself out - wings and all. A small, child-like smile clung to his face as his wings were beginning to move into his body, looking quite painful though he didn't really feel anything. The marking of the eye on his forehead seemed to fade into transparency until it was gone - the same happen to his eyes' black whites, atleast until they resorted on a pearly white color. He ran a hand down his smooth face, feeling a little saddened about his reminder - he, unlike the other males, couldn't grow facial hair. It was rare in his species that the male couldn't grow a beard, let alone any facial hair, as the facial hair was normally a signal of dominance and it was a way to get a mate. He felt like he didn't need the facial hair, though, as he wasn't quite ready for a mate - despite his "lovey-dovey" moments with strangers. He thought he was too young for mates.
He left what he called home, but it was basically a scrap pile that some wild animal would use, and decided to go somewhere. He didn't know where, as he had just woken up and hardly had anyone he could consider close to him in the town. Maybe, he could go hop over to the bar. No, last time he went he got too nervous and - literally - jumped out the window, only because he had seen too many cute strangers in the room. The park would be a better place, though didn't normal humans think strangely towards adults who went to parks alone? Despite his thoughts, he was already heading in the direction of the park, still contemplating on whether to go or not. As he soon got to his "destination", he looked around. There was little to no life at the park, especially the playground - and that's to where he went, to swing on the swings.

[Spottedbears]

interacting with:

Elrick Sadover, Jane Doe

Jeaniene

When the male replied to their inquiry, Jeaniene leaned onto the bar counter and lifted their hand to scratch their nose. The surface was cold under their arm, and as they took another sip at the alcoholic drink, they felt a slight buzz in their pocket. They tucked their hand into their pocket and slipped out a touch-screen device. It displayed a small, rounded mailbox shape and some lettering beneath it. Not eager to show off their technologically advanced materials, they slipped it back into their pocket and looked up to resume the beginning of a conversation. "Brilliant. I am feeling just fine at the moment. A little artistic, perhaps. May I ask your name?" they replied with an air of confidence, and a strong tone in the voice. Their ears twitched a bit when the dull roar of the saloon-like place grew louder, and maybe a tiny bit of violence broke out. However, they were not listening and didn't care for the humans' squander, even though they had been one themself.

[IndigoCloud]

Freya Lycanscope

Interacting with: Heath Samus Velt, Wolfie_Lover

The night was cold- Freya could tell by the white mist that escaped her lips every time she exhaled. The trio were following the mortal, laughing and swaying to and fro. They were not actually enjoying themselves, it was just an act to seem like a group of drunken teenagers. Lilliana nudged the two at either side of her and pointed in front of them. The moonlight bounced off of a slightly rippling surface. The beach.

 Freya was on the verge of advancing towards it, like the others had, but a flash of white caught the corner of her eye. She turned her head, in curiosity and a hint of fear. A playground was in view, but at first it seemed deserted. Her grey eyes, now glowing in the darkness (a common Faerie trait) scanned the park. A slight movement caused her to narrow her eyes. There. A figure was sitting alone on a swing. She could tell straight away that this figure was not human, it cast off a different 'glow' than regular mortals. Twirling a stray strand of hair around her finger, Freya opened the metal gate with surprising silence and entered the park. She kept her distance from the creature as some 'Spirits' were hostile and perched with ease on top of the climbing frame. She hesitated before opening her mouth to speak. "Hello." Freya's voice was soft yet guarded, slicing into the silence of the night. It is noticeable to some that she has a hint of an accent, making her sound British, which seems to add to the allure of her words.

 Freya's slim legs dangled down from her seat on top of the frame, her hair slightly shifting in the breeze. It had occurred to her that it was dangerous to be out alone, but she was perfectly able to fend for herself. Her cat-like eyes melted over their surroundings. She could see as well at night as she could in the day, humans seemed to think otherwise and usually attacked at night. It sent a shiver of annoyance over her. Since when did they get to be so cocky and confident? They should be the ones that are afraid.

[Wolfie_Lover]

Heath "Sammy" Samus Velt

Interacting with Freya Lycanscope, Sherlolly.

"Hello." The voice made his head turn upwards, a small frown coated his face until he saw her - it was then replaced with a warm smile. "Ah, hello." He said with a slight dip of his head. His movements might've come off strange, but he was trying to create an air of "I-won't-harm-you-unless-you-harm-me", which even glistened in his eyes. "Beautiful night, huh?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation going, but him with his feet lightly kicking to keep him moving a few inches off the ground - not much, just about three - made him seem child-like and innocent, though he somehow managed to keep the atmosphere that he had established. Something distracted him before he received her reply, his neck swivled backwards to watch a group of adolescent teenagers - probably fourteen or fifteen, seventeen at the oldest. He had a curious look to him, but then he remembered about the woman. He turned back, offering the same smile though his eyebrows furrowed in an apologetic way. "What leads a beautiful lady such as yourself out here~? He asked, blinking a few times.

[keiraxstorm]