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« on: July 13, 2014, 12:28:26 pm »
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« on: July 11, 2014, 05:48:54 pm »
(Sorry, got a little busy these past few days.)
Alexcs
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Alexcs' frown deepened when Thief didn't reply, only shifting so that he resembled the pose of a guy whom had given up. It was strange to see that, from Thief out of all people - Though he was the youngest of both his family and his group, he didn't seem like the miserable runt and was in fact the loudest, most annoying person hanging around, never one to fall behind. The silence felt even more awkward with the teenager around and the vampire suddenly shifted to the side, the movement giving an invitation for Thief to sit down on the couch. He kept his gaze fixed on the boy, carefully seeing what injuries he had gained and how bad it was. He was definitely no doctor, but maybe he could do something to help.
Well, the first thing he noticed was that the blood wasn't entirely Thief's. A mortal's blood and a Spirit's blood smelled entirely different, and tasted different as well. To him, at least. He quickly focused somewhere else - Having not eaten his fill for more than 4 days was rather stressful, especially when somebody comes lumbering in, absolutely drenched in the drink that he so liked. The boy's face was a mess, covered in dirt and grime with cuts littered all over. His lip was split in two places and his left eye seemed to be nearly swollen shut, his nose just about as crooked as his fingers. From the way he hardly breathed and leaned a little to the side, he could guess that there were multiple cracked ribs. His right side was where most of the blood had leaked from, and without a thought he shifted Thief so he could see better, ignoring the boy's protests. A gunshot wound. Alexcs pursed his lips in thought, humming lightly. That was probably a rather big fight there, enough to disorient Thief and get him so many injuries. But, there wasn't many who could...
The vampire's eyes widened, and he shifted back, turning to the younger male. "Those mortals could see you?" He muttered, stopping himself from rolling his eyes at Thief's blunt reply and suspicious look afterwards. Alexcs scratched his chin again, gaze shifting blankly to the door. "I'm pretty sure that a whole group of mortals wouldn't be... Depressed. Especially when they were experimenting him." He continued, gesturing to the corpse in front of them. "Yet, they could see you."
Thief
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Thief finally glanced up when Alexcs made room, and he quietly walked towards him and sat down on the empty space, shifting to not put pressure on his wounds. He brought a hand up, wiping away both the blood from his nose and his mouth on his already bloodied knuckles. He gave another glance at the vampire when the silence seemed to stretch on, narrowing his eyes when he noticed the other clearly staring at him. He didn't know how the other 'weirdos' - The group of misfits - could handle silence - He couldn't. If anything, it was unbearable. He was sure that if he was locked in a room with nobody for 15 minutes he would lose it and start talking to himself... Though he probably had already done that many times. Thief shook his head, about to reach over and grab the dirtied cloth on the table to wipe his face when a hand suddenly grabbed his arm and shifted him so that his side with the gunshot wound would be facing Alexcs.
"Hey!" He yelled in surpise, jerking away from the vampire and raising a brow. He was unprepared for Alexcs' question and snorted. "Well, of course, dummy." He sneered, looking more directly at the older this time. After Alexcs' little talk of his thoughts the Half-Demon stared at him as though he had grown a second head, then promptly let out a rather obnoxious, sarcastic laugh. "Shut it, Mask-Face. Those mortals are not getting the better of us, even with their fancy machines and whatnot." He snarled, legs lifting to rest on the coffee table in front of them. His denial made no sense and was very weak, but he couldn't simply accept the fact that the humans, the ones who were supposed to be their prey, supposed to be afraid of them, were getting the advantage. He hardly noticed that he was slowly coming back to his old self, though whenever he took a glance at the dead corpse near the door he almost felt like going silent again. Audibly swallowing, he crossed his arms and leaned back, wincing when sharp pain assaulted his chest. "So what if they can see us? I'm way too fast for them." He added quietly in a mumble, though he knew that this would be a huge problem for the vampire, who relied on not being seen and used it many times to his advantage.
Eirinn
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She shrugged at Fithel's words, choosing to keep silent again, moving to lean against the crate, facing the opposite side. Her grey eyes searched the streets, randomly stopping on empty spots as though she was actually looking at something. At least, that was what it looked like to most people. Though they would probably see a completely empty area, Eirinn could see a few dead, ghost-like mortals wandering around aimlessly, though she wasn't sure what they were doing. Her gaze stopped on each and every one of them, though it quickly moved away - until she finally settled on staring at one lone soul, who was openly staring back at her, standing still with his arms flopping by his side, as though he was waiting for her. He had bags under his eyes and only had one leg, but was still somehow standing without any support. It took a moment before she realised who he was exactly - A random guy she had met on the streets, who had managed to see her even as a mortal and had begged her for death. She had ignored him then, but he still ended up dead anyway. Eirinn raised a brow, then made a dismissive gesture with a wave of her hand, to which the dead human scowled at.
She didn't bother to see if he had left or not and instead turned back to Fithel, suddenly replying to his words after that brief moment of silence. "You never know what they might be doing." She murmured, a hand shifting to rest on the crate, fingers lightly tapping a gentle rhythm as she directed her gaze to the ground.
Alexcs
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Alexcs' frown deepened when Thief didn't reply, only shifting so that he resembled the pose of a guy whom had given up. It was strange to see that, from Thief out of all people - Though he was the youngest of both his family and his group, he didn't seem like the miserable runt and was in fact the loudest, most annoying person hanging around, never one to fall behind. The silence felt even more awkward with the teenager around and the vampire suddenly shifted to the side, the movement giving an invitation for Thief to sit down on the couch. He kept his gaze fixed on the boy, carefully seeing what injuries he had gained and how bad it was. He was definitely no doctor, but maybe he could do something to help.
Well, the first thing he noticed was that the blood wasn't entirely Thief's. A mortal's blood and a Spirit's blood smelled entirely different, and tasted different as well. To him, at least. He quickly focused somewhere else - Having not eaten his fill for more than 4 days was rather stressful, especially when somebody comes lumbering in, absolutely drenched in the drink that he so liked. The boy's face was a mess, covered in dirt and grime with cuts littered all over. His lip was split in two places and his left eye seemed to be nearly swollen shut, his nose just about as crooked as his fingers. From the way he hardly breathed and leaned a little to the side, he could guess that there were multiple cracked ribs. His right side was where most of the blood had leaked from, and without a thought he shifted Thief so he could see better, ignoring the boy's protests. A gunshot wound. Alexcs pursed his lips in thought, humming lightly. That was probably a rather big fight there, enough to disorient Thief and get him so many injuries. But, there wasn't many who could...
The vampire's eyes widened, and he shifted back, turning to the younger male. "Those mortals could see you?" He muttered, stopping himself from rolling his eyes at Thief's blunt reply and suspicious look afterwards. Alexcs scratched his chin again, gaze shifting blankly to the door. "I'm pretty sure that a whole group of mortals wouldn't be... Depressed. Especially when they were experimenting him." He continued, gesturing to the corpse in front of them. "Yet, they could see you."
Thief
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Thief finally glanced up when Alexcs made room, and he quietly walked towards him and sat down on the empty space, shifting to not put pressure on his wounds. He brought a hand up, wiping away both the blood from his nose and his mouth on his already bloodied knuckles. He gave another glance at the vampire when the silence seemed to stretch on, narrowing his eyes when he noticed the other clearly staring at him. He didn't know how the other 'weirdos' - The group of misfits - could handle silence - He couldn't. If anything, it was unbearable. He was sure that if he was locked in a room with nobody for 15 minutes he would lose it and start talking to himself... Though he probably had already done that many times. Thief shook his head, about to reach over and grab the dirtied cloth on the table to wipe his face when a hand suddenly grabbed his arm and shifted him so that his side with the gunshot wound would be facing Alexcs.
"Hey!" He yelled in surpise, jerking away from the vampire and raising a brow. He was unprepared for Alexcs' question and snorted. "Well, of course, dummy." He sneered, looking more directly at the older this time. After Alexcs' little talk of his thoughts the Half-Demon stared at him as though he had grown a second head, then promptly let out a rather obnoxious, sarcastic laugh. "Shut it, Mask-Face. Those mortals are not getting the better of us, even with their fancy machines and whatnot." He snarled, legs lifting to rest on the coffee table in front of them. His denial made no sense and was very weak, but he couldn't simply accept the fact that the humans, the ones who were supposed to be their prey, supposed to be afraid of them, were getting the advantage. He hardly noticed that he was slowly coming back to his old self, though whenever he took a glance at the dead corpse near the door he almost felt like going silent again. Audibly swallowing, he crossed his arms and leaned back, wincing when sharp pain assaulted his chest. "So what if they can see us? I'm way too fast for them." He added quietly in a mumble, though he knew that this would be a huge problem for the vampire, who relied on not being seen and used it many times to his advantage.
Eirinn
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She shrugged at Fithel's words, choosing to keep silent again, moving to lean against the crate, facing the opposite side. Her grey eyes searched the streets, randomly stopping on empty spots as though she was actually looking at something. At least, that was what it looked like to most people. Though they would probably see a completely empty area, Eirinn could see a few dead, ghost-like mortals wandering around aimlessly, though she wasn't sure what they were doing. Her gaze stopped on each and every one of them, though it quickly moved away - until she finally settled on staring at one lone soul, who was openly staring back at her, standing still with his arms flopping by his side, as though he was waiting for her. He had bags under his eyes and only had one leg, but was still somehow standing without any support. It took a moment before she realised who he was exactly - A random guy she had met on the streets, who had managed to see her even as a mortal and had begged her for death. She had ignored him then, but he still ended up dead anyway. Eirinn raised a brow, then made a dismissive gesture with a wave of her hand, to which the dead human scowled at.
She didn't bother to see if he had left or not and instead turned back to Fithel, suddenly replying to his words after that brief moment of silence. "You never know what they might be doing." She murmured, a hand shifting to rest on the crate, fingers lightly tapping a gentle rhythm as she directed her gaze to the ground.
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays /
« on: July 08, 2014, 01:25:26 am »
(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
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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
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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
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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.
Alexcs
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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
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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
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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.
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays /
« on: July 07, 2014, 01:36:38 pm »
Welcome, guys! Thanks so much for joining. c: You guys can just start the roleplay anytime you want!
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays /
« on: July 07, 2014, 07:54:11 am »Name
Goes by the name 'Alexcs'.
Age
357 Years. He's around 29 in mortal age.
Gender
Male
Type of 'Spirit'
Vampire
Personality
Alexcs is a generally quiet, calm, smart, cunning and patient man. His silence tends to mislead others into thinking that he's one of those quiet, out-of-the-group person who follows others when he's actually just an indepedent guy who prefers the silence instead of loudness (It helps him to think). However, he isn't always serious and is at least as sarcastic and arrogant as his companion, Theif. He enjoys teasing others with a smug look on his face when bored and even going to the trouble of doing something to scare others, though unlike Theif he knows when he's going too far with a joke. Alexcs hates fighting head-on and prefers sneaking around and taking out an enemy with a single hit.
History
Alexcs wasn't a human-turned-vampire. He was conjured by a powerful witch to do the deed of killing his master's enemy, as she was too weak to do it herself. He was part of the little army that the Witch had made and they went to war with another powerful Spirit, and the enemy was killed permenantly - but so was the witch. Alexcs and the other conjured entities were supposed to disappear forever as they were simply summoned for the sole purpose of killing the foe, but the Witch was dead forever (due to a little accident during the fight, she couldn't return like any other spirits) and something broke the little bond they had to her. With that, he and the few others that were still alive became more than conjured entities and were free to walk about like any other spirits. Alexcs cleverly led the path of a sly vampire, leisurely killing mortals with a swift bite to a major artery and sometimes even turning them into one of his own when he was bored, though he rarely did so. As he wasn't one of those 'horribly disfigured spirits' and only had odd sharp teeth, he decided to easily take on the disguise of a human, just for amusement. With that, he chose the job of a killer, hired by somebody to get rid of a few wanted people. It benefitted him, as it was an easy way to kill others and feed on them without always having to be invisible to the mortals.
However, the downside was that his boss had decided to place him in a group to work along with ten other people who were also trained killers. He thought he was working with mortals until one night when he decided to bite one of them and that one unfortunate person decided to sprout fur and sharp claws - then only did he realize that his team was a bunch of spirits with unknown reasons as to why they were disguised as mortals and working to kill. Afterwards, the 11 of them got to know each other well even if there were still many secrets hidden. All of them were still rather tense and awkward around each other but worked well to do their job. Alexcs spent most of his time away from the group and by himself, where it was hard to find him. However, when all spirits became weakened, more than half of the group was killed quickly - They were completely reckless and not used to staying dead, so it was easy for the mortals to gain advantage. Alexcs was clever and stayed indoors, sticking to the only ones left to the group and mainly Eirinn, as he believed the only female in the group to not be as dumb as the others.
Description
A tall guy with short black hair, usually slicked back and away from his face. His eyes are a dull grey, unnaturally outlined with silver colors. His mouth is full of sharp teeth but is usually covered by a mask that looks to be made out of metal parts. Wears a long-sleeved grey top and black jeans, together with a leather jacket draped over his shoulders. He has a strange mark under his ear, though it is usually blocked, either by the mask or his hair. His voice is rather smooth and calming.
Powers
?He can turn invisible (To both humans and spirits), but only for a period of time.
?He can see a little into the future, but not that far. (For example, if a flowerpot were about to drop on his head he would see it for a split second before it actually happened and would have a few seconds to avoid it.)
?He has sharp eyesight and hearing.
Others
?He can be seen by humans, but only when he wants to be/when he's attacking them.
?It is unknown as to why he bothers wearing the mask, but his voice is somehow still clear as day when he speaks.
?He's with Thief, Eirinn and Fithel, and all four of them belong to the Group mentioned in his History.
Name
Nobody knows his actual name, so he goes by the simple title of 'Thief'.
Age
109 Years. Around 18 in mortal age.
Gender
Male
Type of 'Spirit'
Half-Demon
Personality
Thief is mostly described as an annoying, impolite and arrogant teenager who has a rather sharp tongue that he mostly uses for no good. He tends to be rude and cocky, hardly showing any manners to anybody he meets, with the exception of some people. He is a proud guy who would never bow down to anybody, but most of the time his pride can put him in further trouble and might be a little self-harming. Thief is mostly sarcastic and likes to act tougher than he is, though he claims that it's a habit from childhood. He's usually impatient and active, always restless and never seemingly able to stand still for 5 minutes. However, he can be quite intelligent when given the chance to slow down and think.
History
Thief was once a human, before he got dragged into this mess. He was born in the town and at the age of 6 was cursed with bad luck and fear (By a rather mischievous Grim Reaper), whereas he was ignored by others save for his family and plagued with nightmares every night. He had a large family, with 8 older brothers and only a single mother to take care of them. Quite the mama's boy, he helped her maintain the poor family despite being the youngest of the family. Due to his curse he had a lot of problems in his childhood which led to him becoming the loud and active boy he is, as an act to push away the bad thoughts. As he grew he also had a short-temper and resorted to violence each time, a trait he and his brothers shared. They always got into fights with another gang in the neighbourhood. Thief soon found that he was rather weak and so trained himself in running so that he would be too fast and could confuse the enemy easily. It also helped in his little self-hired job, becoming a thief.
It stayed like that, him being the runt of the family and strealing for a living when after another nightmare full of horrors he awoke only to find the little nightmare true - his family's apartment was burning, with yells and screams of his worried mother and brothers. He quickly awoke and ran out, tried to help his siblings and mother but eventually failed as the whole building collapsed. He was the only one who escaped with completely no injuries, despite having remembered fire burning him. After realizing that 6 of his brothers had died, leaving only the two oldest and his mother alive, he grieved for quite some time. While his remaining family was in the hospital he went to visit them, but to his dismay and confusion neither of them could see him. It was the same with everybody else, they would look past him even when he talked. (Though he was sure that sometimes his mother, brothers or strangers would see him, but soon realized it was only because they had a weak will then.)
Not knowing what to do, he decided to finally leave the only remaining members of his family and soon found himself in both dangerous and strange situations, whereas only some people could see him and he would randomly cause fire to erupt in front of him. He met another spirit (Was a little more than frightened and cautious) which explained that he was a half-fire demon. He was then left to accept the facts. He wandered the streets for a few more years until he finally came back to his loud, arrogant self, and got into fights again, this time with spirits instead of humans. Through that, he learnt to gain control over his powers and soon became comfortable with being half demon. One night he got into a fight with a rather big group of ten, because he was apparently ambushed by them. Fast but outnumbered, he was slowly losing when the fight abruptly stopped, and one of the people in the group decided to come forwards and offered him to join them. He was suspicious and confused but after a while of thinking, decided that he had absolutely nothing else to do and joined. The demon was the youngest in the group but had no problem killing others easily, and lived a relaxing life until the disaster came. He was one of the members who was hit pretty hard by the quick loss of their members, and instead decided to stay close to Alexcs, one of the survivors.
Description
Looks a little younger than he is, a tall teenager with pale skin and messy black hair atop his head. He has pale green eyes and has a lean build, though he's still pretty skinny. Usually wears a dark red or black shirt and loose jeans with grey sneakers. Has a necklace around his neck with a simple circle pendant on it and strangely, his hands are always gloved. Thief's voice is slightly rough around the edges.
Power
?He can run faster than any mortal can and has the ability to jump up at a great height.
?He's a fire demon, so his powers mainly lie in the Fire element.
?He also has telekenisis, but it only works on objects and not living beings.
Others
?He mainly cannot be seen by mortals unless he chooses to, but if any human has low Will/Faith, is depressed or weak, they will be able to see him.
?Though he can jump rather high, he still can be injured by falling.
?He's 68% Fire demon and 32% Human.
?He has a little bit of Claustrophobia and Nyctophobia. (Fear of enclosed spaces and fear of the dark.)
?He's with Alexcs, Eirinn and Fithel, and all four of them belong to the Group mentioned in his History.
Name
Eirinn
Age
324 Years. Seems 25 in mortal age.
Gender
Female
Type of 'Spirit'
A Necromancer.
Personality
Eirinn is mostly silent and serious, though she has no problems with inserting her own opinion on things. She doesn't beat around the bush and cuts straight to the chase, and mainly doesn't seem to care about other's feelings towards her. The Necromancer doesn't show much expression either and shows laughter in the form of an amused smirk or a raised eyebrow. However, anybody who claims that she doesn't care about anything is a liar. Eirinn is one of the most dangerous spirits and like Alexcs, thinks first before doing anything else. Though she's silent, when she talks her words are either sarcastic or hurtful, depending on who she's talking to. She does have a soft and rather protective side, though.
History
Eirinn had a simple life. She was born from smoke, her creator being a powerful Grim Reaper. She was raised by him and in return worked for him, helping the other to find mortals who were slowly suffering and beckon them to Death's Door. She was mostly alone her whole life, the only company she had was the Grim Reaper himself and the undead, and so doesn't quite talk as much to others. That was mainly her whole life, working for her creator and no one else. One day a spirit grew rather bold and decided to kill a whole group of mortals. The Grim Reaper was busy the whole day - that event meant more dead souls to collect - but sadly he never returned. Eirinn quickly accepted this fact and after watching over his ashes for a week or two (She easily tracked down where he died) She left to her own path. She stopped tempting others to death - It was no use without a Grim Reaper to finish the job - and instead decided to try out the mortal life, out of curiosity. Since she looked fairly human she merely changed her clothes and face and spent her days in a graveyard, until a man came up to her suddenly.
She immediately knew he wasn't a mortal and listened to what he said instead of scaring him away like she usually did to others, and accepted his suspicious offer of a well-paid job after a while. She was introduced to a group of trained killers and in the end murdered targets along with them, though she worked by herself whenever she could. When the spirits started dying one by one, she stayed hidden for most of it, and when she did decide to come out of hiding only to satisfy her hunger she found out that only three members in the group was left, and agreed to stay with them in an abandoned building.
Description
As a Spirit, her face looks different - It looks as though it was severely burnt before, and one eye is teal while the other is just a murky black. As a mortal, however, she looks rather pretty, with short blond curls and clear grey eyes. Usually wears a black top and long pants. Her voice is firm yet smooth.
Power
?She can communicate with the dead and summon a few if she needs.
?Can teleport short distances, but rarely does so.
Others
?She can be seen by mortals who believes that she's real.
?She acts rather different around Grim Reapers and seems to respect them more.
?He's with Thief, Alexcs and Fithel, and all four of them belong to the Group mentioned in his History.
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« on: July 07, 2014, 07:52:06 am »Characters
Alexcs
Vampire ? Male ? Crystwolf's character ?
Thief
Half-Demon ? Male ? Crystwolf's character ?
Eirinn
Necromancer ? Female ? Crystwolf's character ?
Alexcs
Vampire ? Male ? Crystwolf's character ?
Thief
Half-Demon ? Male ? Crystwolf's character ?
Eirinn
Necromancer ? Female ? Crystwolf's character ?
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« on: July 07, 2014, 07:51:21 am »? Setting ?
You're in a town that's pretty large, almost big enough to call it a city, if it wasn't for the 'oldish-style' and the short amount of vehicles. Many people live in the town together with even more spirits, but the two species don't get along well. The streets are often full of people until you come to the "lower part" of the town, where it is literally filled with dark spirits together with gangsters and the unfortunate poor people. Even though it seems like one of those old towns, they mainly use guns as weapons.
? Dangers/Threats ?
The main danger as of now is the mortals, also known as the humans. A few humans have decided to hunt down and kill the spirits, either to avenge another's death or for their own reason it is unknown, while a few are planning to capture the spirits in order to do tests and experiments.
Recently, the Spirits have began to find out that some of their powers aren't working the way they're supposed to. To make it worser, the humans have started to trade dead spirit's bodies for money and some are even willing to pay if another brings back a dead/alive spirit. As a result, more humans have gone out to hunt.
You're in a town that's pretty large, almost big enough to call it a city, if it wasn't for the 'oldish-style' and the short amount of vehicles. Many people live in the town together with even more spirits, but the two species don't get along well. The streets are often full of people until you come to the "lower part" of the town, where it is literally filled with dark spirits together with gangsters and the unfortunate poor people. Even though it seems like one of those old towns, they mainly use guns as weapons.
? Dangers/Threats ?
The main danger as of now is the mortals, also known as the humans. A few humans have decided to hunt down and kill the spirits, either to avenge another's death or for their own reason it is unknown, while a few are planning to capture the spirits in order to do tests and experiments.
Recently, the Spirits have began to find out that some of their powers aren't working the way they're supposed to. To make it worser, the humans have started to trade dead spirit's bodies for money and some are even willing to pay if another brings back a dead/alive spirit. As a result, more humans have gone out to hunt.