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  1. Raven flicked her ear and turned when a door above her shut. She recognized Sideway and wagged her tail in a way of returning his greeting. Time seemed to drag on waiting for this girl. Certainly she had a town to destroy, why was she taking so long? The wolf rose to her feet and huffed in frustration. The rain had soaked her fur and now she was cold. Hancock always poked fun at her unwillingness to commit wholly to living outdoors. While she didn’t like the conefinemnt of a house, she certainly didn’t take well to rain and snow either. Raven made the choice to abandon the stakeout. The girl would be around for her to confront later. Raven headed down the street towards the local flower shop. There was a dog there she had met recently and really liked, not to mention all the flowers that ceaced to facinate her. Hancock lowered the phone from his ear, pondering what Sideway had told him. He wondered if this blackout could be related to him not feeding consistently. Or maybe he had been. The Psuedo-doctor did not tend to dabble in others personal lives, but something like this could be a factor. It was something that might be better broached over text to avoid the possible awkwardness given the connotation of the subject. He certainly did not share his own encounters. After sending him a text, and a follow up inviting Sideway over after he finished up at the office, he continued to think on it as he prepared himself a drink. Maybe it was too early for some, but hey it was noon somewhere. One drink turned into two, and two into three. It eased him enough into a nap. Gabriel after some time finally stirred. She blinked a few times before finally standing up and stretching her wings. Of course no one aside from the pastor or other inhumans could see her, though. The angel made her way back towards the pastor and waited until he finished his conversation. “Thank you,” he said as he took the number gratefully. “I’m sure I will be putting in a call soon enough for our Easter service.” Upon seeing Gabriel up and awake, he politely waved goodbye on her way out. “Always a delight to see you, Reverend. Thank you for opening up your church to me.” “Likewise, Gabriel. Thank you for continuing to keep us safe and doing the Lord’s work.” The angel headed out into the rain, heading for Hancock’s cabin.
  2. Old money sounds great! I like that concept. I’m thinking we should start bringing together the ultimate plot. A big baddie. Any ideas?
  3. The town is about 55 Miles away. If he maintained a speed of 45 mph it’d take him an hour and 13 minutes to get there (the speed limit is 55, usually slower at spots due to curvy mountain roads).
  4. She asked in “drive time” in her comment at least I think it was drive? It came out as “dive” so I’m not sure.
  5. Ok! I’ll let you know if I have any questions. The next nearest town is about 45 minutes to an hour away.
  6. Church is more colonial. I drew up the rough sketch of Hancock’s house and part of the town that has been talked about so far (besides the publishing). It’s not very proportional but I’m sure you can fix it up. I’ll PM them to you later. Edit: I’ll leave it up to you, I think personally the Fenrir killing Odin and Thor would prove to be interesting.
  7. That’s awesome pad! I’ll see if I have a time to draw some up. They’d be pretty basic but I hope they’d be enough. I’ll send them to you when if I get them. Thanks for the offer Well I never thought to put that much thought into it actually. If anything I would say it’s Protestant. It seems more fitting for Gabe and the overall town. But like I said initially, it’s a pretty open church but the pastor is a Protestant Christian. I was never raised religiously (besides an ocassional LDS Sunday service with my grandparents) so I’m kind of out of the loop with it all. I won’t be able to reply to the RP until later today, but I’ll be around to answer other questions.
  8. Humans generally are the only ones who cannot see past the glamour (except a given few, i.e. Donna). And then there's those that allow them to be seen without glamour (like Gabe and the pastor). Sure thing, pad. It used to be so easy with the old forum to find the right grey you could still read...
  9. Hancock pulled up to his cabin, the gravel underneath his tires making a satisfying crunching noise. The cabin itself was a fairly standard place. Upon walking inside there was a small closet to the left. The same wall made up part of the kitchen's which was across from the living room and fire place. To the right, on either side of the fireplace, were two bedrooms. Or rather one spare bedroom and one he used for his office. Across from his office was a hallway that backed up against the kitchen wall and housed the bathroom and at the end, his bedroom. Generally in poor weather, Raven would stay in the spare bedroom (which she believed was her room). Clothes of hers had been strewn across the floor, the bed was unmade, the blinds were broken from her ill attempts at trying to work them, and random trinkets decorated the desk. Mostly the trinkets were 'cool rocks', a few were well intact skulls of animals she had found. Attached to his cabin by a patio cover was his garage. It housed more of the mechanical parts and pieces of swords or armor he had been collecting. Behind the cabin there was a shed which he used for his chemistry and natural sciences. John walked up to the door and went to insert his keys when he saw a white pile of seemingly mush. He picked it up gingerly with a face of disgust and studied it. It was hard to read but he could still make out the business card of Robert Sideway. On the back was scribbled 'call me <3 Sideway'. "Huh." Hancock unlocked the door and went inside, tossing the wad of wet paper onto his kitchen table. Now he was really worried about Sideway's well being. Surely if he was in big trouble he would have called sooner. The man went off to find his phone which he had left on his nightstand by his bed. Unlike Raven's room (and the rest of the house) his bedroom was incredibly neat. Finding his phone was not an issue, however, the phone was dead. With a grunt of irritation he plugged the phone in and went back to the living room while it charged. Usually when she was around, Gabriel would clean and tidy up the house. In her absence over time, books and papers had accumulated in random places such as all over the couch, across the coffee table, even around the bathroom sink. With nothing better to do for the time being, Hancock started to organize the mess and move stuff back into his office. "I should hire an interior decorator." He mumbled as he looked around at his very outdated house. The retro curtains had long since passed out of fashion, and no longer matched the ugly shades of green, browns, and dark red of his pillows. The couch itself too needed an update, it having seen so much blood, sweat and tears over the years. At least my walls are cool. Along the walls swords were meticulously hung up, broken up with the occasional standard cabin picture or old map of some sort. Swords and daggers even resided on the few bookcases on various walls in the living room. Hancock did not really have a TV. It was there, one of those now ancient tube TVs with the bunny ear antennae, but he could not even remember the last time it had been turned on. If he needed info, he had his laptop, phone, or books. Raven had begged him to get a flat screen and a blu-ray player but he shot the argument down with the fact she is almost never here anyways. Satisfied (read: bored) with his cleaning, the man sat down and looked out the window facing the nearby lake. I should really go fishing one of these days. The rain was coming down now and he wondered if the lake would overfill. Raven will probably come in tonight stinking up the house like wet dog. He figured at this point his phone would have enough juice to make a call so back he went to his bedroom. Hancock picked up the phone and pulled up Robert's number and dialed. Gabriel seemed somewhat surprised by the presence of another aside from the pastor. "Good morning, Reverend Gould. I didn't realize you have company." The oddest thing was that the young girl seemed to recognize her. The angel sensed now that she was not entirely human, which made sense as to why she could see through her glamour. "Good morning." She dipped her head politely and started to head towards the front of where all the pews were. "If you'll kindly excuse me, I need to rest some. I have had a long journey." As she made her way towards the front row of pews she stopped upon spotting the girl sweeping. This girl had the brightest aura that she had ever seen. Now she was torn between her curiosity and her exhaustion. She will be there when you wake up. The angel told herself. Nonetheless, she was captivated. Gabriel had to drag herself along to a pew to keep herself from asking. She finally sat down and bowed her head. It was not exactly a prayer but rather she let herself slip from her 'mortal form' and float freely in the realm between the Kingdom and the mortal world. In this state, her mortal body would rest itself while her essence roamed freely. At all times she could still hear and sense her body, but for the most part her mortal form was in a catatonic state that seemed like sleep. It was now Gabriel settled down and began to try to recenter herself and ease the tension that had gripped her for so long.
  10. ((Raven wouldn't know it that extensively, she just is making faulty connections and finding someone to blame. This is really her right now. I knew only about Loki from the MCU after creating a character based of Skoll. I didn't know Fenrir actually killed them in Ragnarok.)) Hancock was deep in thought and really craving a drink. "I'll see you later, Donna." He pulled out a wad of cash (how Hancock made his money no one really knew, Raven always claims he is a male gigilo but in reality he buys/sells swords on eBay) and left money for the food and a generous tip. "Heyo kids, stay outta trouble." The man said as he walked by the two chatting on his way out. Even if they didn't know him, they surely would soon enough. Everyone eventually came to him for one thing or another. Usually it was after they stumble into town half dead, scared, and trying to hide. The other reason that was fairly common was they were having issues controlling their powers and a mix of the first. Such was the case of his friend Robert Sideway, of whom he met after he wandered into town when he was only twenty-three. It had been some time since he had heard from Sideway and as Hancock headed home he made a mental note to call him up and check up on him. His articles were still appearing in "The Weekly Goodneighbor" so surely he couldn't have been too bad off. Opting to drive given his lack of superhuman amenities, John climbed into his almost bare, red, 1990 YJ and started her up. Or at least tried... The Jeep was reliable, but it did not start on the first try. Or the second. Or the third. "I really need to stop putting off getting that new carburetor." After a few more tries, he finally got it to start and not die on him. Once she got running, she stayed running thankfully. Even if it didn't, John loved that Jeep to a fault and would poor countless hours and money to keep her up and running. "There we go." He said as he rubbed the dash. "I knew you weren't going to let me down." It was just as he put it in gear and started to drive away did it begin to rain. Raven watched Hancock leave. Despite the seriousness of her 'stakeout' she could not help but laugh some at Hancock's efforts to start his POS Jeep. He left the air smelling of gas and the distinct smell of which he referred to as 'the Jeep smell'. She knew the smell of that damn Jeep anywhere. Turning back to the diner door, she set her chin down on her paws and sighed. The rain began to fall, soaking her fur and washing away the smells that had permeated the air. Her mind began to wander. Memories came and went before finally settling on a fairly older one. It was the first time she met Gabriel. It had been just like any other day the way she remembered it. Hancock had been on her case about therapy when she stormed out into the forest for hours on end. While she had been out there, the whole atmosphere of the town seemed to have shifted. All of a sudden everything was heavy, dark, and almost outright evil. Frightened by the sudden and overwhelming change, Raven headed back to Hancock's house anger abandoned. As she approached the steps she saw the most beautiful and gentle glow being emitted from blotches smeared on the patio, the door, and around the house outside. It smelled unlike anything she ever smelled before. Moving forward and through the open front door to Hancock's cabin she found the source of the mysterious blotches. There, on Hancock's couch was a sight never before beheld by anyone. An angel lay on the brink of death. the golden substance was her blood. Her eyes tore from the bloody sight up to Hancock who for the first time in a long time was dumbfounded on what to do. The nervousness had pulled his face tight and the usual joking demeanor had given way to a frightening seriousness. Books and papers had been scattered around the living room, all smeared with the same golden blood. Luminescent, silver armor littered the floor looking as if someone had taken a can opener to them. The metal had been torn and frayed by something that had to be frighteningly more powerful than an angel's armor. "I don't know what to do." Raven turned back to Hancock. She changed to her human form and went beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Sure you do. Stop the bleeding." "But how! She's a friggin angel. Are they anything like humans!? I don't-" "If you don't do anything, she will die." Raven said evenly looking back to the angel. She was stunningly beautiful, just like anyone would ever expect an angel to be. The scars and fresh cuts that crossed the expansion of her skin added a hardness to her soft features. "Hancock," the shifter urged. "You have to do something." Finally, something seemed to click as he went to work silently and efficiently. He gathered supplies and began to pack wounds, or sew them depending on the severity. He worked for hours, unsure if the angel would even make it. Raven stayed be their sides throughout the night. Come morning, the angel woke up with a scream and clutched Raven's arm, startling her awake. The angel's eyes were a piercing silver, filled with confusion, anger, and pain. They almost seemed to bore into her very soul. Then just as suddenly her grip relaxed and she fell back onto the couch. "Who are you?" Raven whispered, still shaken. "My name is... Gabriel." It had been a long past few months. All she wanted to do now was go back to Goodneighbor and center herself. Her first stop would be the church to get some sleep. Though angels did not really need sleep, the exhaustion of not over the last few months had began to take its toll. Her large wings beat the air at regular intervals as she was able to catch some of the thermal drafts and glide. It was not long before the town came into sight, the telltale signs of the glamour surrounding it becoming visible. She felt bad that she would not be visiting Raven and Hancock first thing but she really needed to sit down and catch her breath. The church was closer to the edge of town. She alighted down and looked up at its familiarity. All churches seemed to have the same air of solace, making her feel closer to Him despite the fact she was not in the Kingdom. The archangel tucked her wings to her back and headed through the doors.
  11. The bell tinkled aggressively, drawing Raven’s nervous eyes to the door. A man walked in and headed to the counter and sat down, asking for a steak. Her nose twitched and she turned back to Hancock who hadn’t even lifted his eyes from the paper. He was immersed in an article that had been written by Sideway on some interesting artifacts that had been recovered by the nearby town. “Fascinating.” “Hm?” Raven turned to him, head cocked. The bell rang again and her head snapped to the door. Her eyes went from the face of the girl entering to the mark on her throat. Something in her stirred and she couldn’t stop a low growl from erupting in her throat. It was now that Hancock looked up, first to Raven and then to the girl that she had locked onto. While he perceived no threat, Raven certainly seemed to be unsettled by her entrance. Donna emerged from the kitchen and set down the steak and malt before the oddly still man. She had learned to not ask questions by now, but it didn’t stop them from ocassionally coming up in her head. The strange inhabitants did not frighten her, but she did worry with the ocassinal one. “Here you go, hon.” The waitress then turned and started to refill the coffee of other humans at the bar. They were all but ignorant of the out-of-place dinees. A girl entered, no more strange to her than Hancock or Raven. “Mornin’. What can I get you?” The lights of the diner glinted off the coins in her hand and she raised a brow but didnt say anything. “What’s wrong, Rave?” The young woman didn’t move and instead muttered something. “What?” ”Fenrir.” His brow furrowed at the foreign name. Before he could inquire further, the shifter stood up and abruptly headed to the back exit. Hancock sighed heavily and rubbed his brow. The coffee he had been drinking suddenly lost its appeal. What was he to do? He wished there was a way he could better help her but her refusal and noncompliance with most of his suggestions made it impossible. Sighing he waved hello to the girl who had entered and then stood up and carried his plate and coffee to the counter for Donna before sitting down. “I don’t know how to help help her.” He said aloud defeatedly. “I wish Gabriel was back.” Maybe it was just a ‘chick thing’ but Gabriel was the only one who could ever get through to Raven. Raven stomped out behind the diner shaking her head. She had heard stories of the legendary Fenrir and his sons Hati and Sköll from the werewolf packs she’d once been apart of. They were bad news. The girl from the diner’s marks related her in some way to them. She wasn’t sure how exactly, but surely she couldn’t be good. The shifter was quick to pass judgement simply based on association. It’s how she survived. Doctors and scientists, cops and the governemnt, hospitals and torture. Maybe it was a little far fetched to the normal person, but to her it made perfect sense. She growled again, this time in frustration. An idea came to her; maybe she was the ‘something’ that was coming. Maybe she was going to bring Them to Goodneighbor and- she couldn’t bear to think further on it. It was then she decided that she would stop her before she could do any damage. Not at the diner though. No, she would wait until the girl came back out. Shifting to her wolf form, the canine headed around the side of the building and laid in wait. ((I picture Raven being kind of a tin hat conspiracy therorist sometimes. I might go back and edit this when I get home, I feel like I missed some stuff. Still not what I wanted but I won’t have time to reply for a little while so it’ll have to do. I still have to bring in Gabriel too. Hmm.))
  12. Alright everyone's characters should be on there now, including your newest one Pad. I've been waiting to move forward and introduce Gabe until everyone else starts their characters.
  13. Indeed a good question. I’m not doing any other RPs as of right now so I shouldn’t be dropping it. I have time here and there to read and see what going on but not always to reply . Accepted and welcome back. I still haven’t had a chance to sit down at a computer and add character forms but after my meet today I should.
  14. The way I picture it is there’s a small church where a pastor lives, but he’s open to everyone and just wants to help. Very friendly and understanding. ((I almost want to make him more than just an NPC now...))
  15. Yep! Come on in. I’ll add your characters later when I have access to a computer.
  16. Alright! You two are accepted so feel free to start whenever. I'm thinking we need a big underlying plot to keep the RP interesting and alive. I also think we need some more people. and someone to play the baddie (if it connects to Raven's backstory like in the original I feel like I might unconsciously be more biased? But I'm pretty sure I could do it fine).
  17. ((I'm going to go ahead and start now since I have the time. That way as more people join they can jump in.)) Hancock. Goodneighbor Cafe. 8:30 A.M. It was a dreary morning. Clouds blanketed the sky, an angry purplish-grey that promised storms in the afternoon with an occasional rumble of thunder for emphasis. Fog filled the streets. Hancock sat sipping his morning coffee in the town's little cafe as he awaited for his order. A few locals sat at the counter, drinking coffee and quietly chatting. The diner was otherwise empty except for him. "Can I get you a refill, John?" Donna, the cafe's waitress asked with the hint of a southern drawl. "That'd be lovely, thank you." He set the paper down and folded his hands under his chin, watching as she poured. "Who was it this time?" She asked, gesturing to the paper between them as she set down the coffee pot. The front page read in big bold letters: BIGFOOT. IS HE AMONG US? followed by a grainy black and white picture of an upright form hidden in foliage. Hancock sighed defeatedly. "Raven again, eh?" "I keep telling her she needs to be more careful but she won't listen." He shook his head. "She claimed it to be apart of her 'healing process'." Donna chuckled. "At least she isn't drinking every night now. It's an improvement." "I suppose." He pushed the paper away and took up his coffee. "Your order should be up in just a minute." She said with a smile before picking the coffee pot back up and walking back to the kitchen. A shadow moving down the main street caught his eye before disappearing behind him out of sight. The bell on the door of the cafe then tinkled, announcing the new arrival. "Speak of the devil." Hancock muttered over the rim of his coffee. Raven. Somewhere outside of Goodneighbor. 8:00 A.M. It felt good to run. A dark shape flowed through the forest like water. Each leap and bound it made seemed like it was just floating. An obsidian wolf was at a dead run through the trees. It then suddenly skidded to a stop and cocked its head. For a few seconds it was motionless and then it sprung to the side. A scream broke the silence of the forest as a rabbit scurried from it's hiding place, the wolf on its heels. They moved in tandem through the foliage until the wolf put a small spring into its step and closed in on the rabbit. The death was swift as she slammed a paw down at the base of its neck, snapping it. Panting, the wolf stood a few moments catching its breath before it began to devour the rabbit. It didn't take long and once it was satisfied, it turned and headed for the town. 8:30 A.M. Upon reaching the edge of the town, the wolf stopped and shook the dew from its fur. The change came easy to her today. Fur gave way to clothes, nails shrunk and turned from black back to a translucent pink, a snout turned back to a nose and mouth. A shiver ran through her and the young woman pulled the hood up around her face. Her eyes darted around nervously but eventually she decided to move on. She hadn't been too far outside of town and it wasn't long before she was at the door of the town's single diner. As she pushed open the door, the bell tingled. "Ah, Raven." She heard a familiar voice call her name and dropped her hood before turning to see no other than Hancock. "Howdy." "Have a nice run this morning?" Her face was smeared with dirt and blood, as was her hands. "You have something a little... all over." Hancock pointed to his face. Raven cocked a brow and self-consciously pulled her hood tighter around herself before standing and ducking into the bathroom. She came back out a few minutes later looking more like a normal girl before sitting down across from Hancock just as Donna came with Hancock's order. "I got an Eggs Benedict here for ya with biscuits and gravy on the side just like you like it." She set the order down before Hancock along with silverware. "Thanks, Donna." "Sure thing, hon. What about you, Raven? You want anything?" "I'm good. I already ate, thanks." Donna nodded and gave them a farewell before she went off to serve other customers. "So care to explain this?" Hancock slid the paper over towards her. Raven didn't make eye contact and only shrugged. "You can't keep doing this. There's more than just you living here. Humans may be ignorant, but they aren't stupid, Raven." She only shrugged again. "You really have to be more careful." "Sure." "Raven, I mean it. You can't keep joking around like this. If this 'evidence' keeps coming up, it's going to put us on the map. If we get put on the map, we are going to start being investigated. You know what happens if they dig too deep? They show up and-" "I know, ok!" She snarled, curling her lip back in a very wolf-like way. A few of the people at the counter turned their heads for a few seconds but didn't pay much attention otherwise. "We all have to be more careful." Hancock said calmly, watching with hidden concern as Raven seethed across from him. "Something's coming soon."
  18. Here's the OOC for forms, recaps and questions.
  19. Characters Username: RavenWolf1010 Name: John 'Hancock' Schnider (sh-ny-der) Gender: Male Age: Mid-30s Appearance: Here. He's 6'3" with a lanky but muscly build. Often wears a black canvas trench coat, jeans, and boots. Species/Powers/Ect.: Chemist of sorts. Works with magic and spells. Has a limited sense of premonition. Personality: Hancock is a very charismatic and easygoing guy. He is generally diplomatic and acts as the town mediator and unofficial leader. In times of strife, he's the guy to crack an awful joke to try and lighten the mood. Under his jovial exterior though is a very intelligent man who, when the time comes, can be serious. On occasion, he might find his way to the bottom of a liquor bottle at which point either EVERYONE is his friend, or he seals himself in his house and struggles with old memories. History: His history is usually shrouded in mystery, and he never even mentions it unless there's liquor in him. The most that is known is that he had a very rough childhood. Other: He has a thing for ancient swords (Gabriel brings him them). Also is the town's local deputy. Username: RavenWolf1010 Name: Raven Gender: Female Age: Early 20s Appearance: Like this. Also like this. Species/Powers/Ect.: Wolf Shifter. Her werewolf abilities allow for self-healing (quicker during the full moon), increased strength/ senses in human form, and susceptibility to silver/wolfsbane (wounds inflicted will take longer to heal, silver that is lodged in her skin will prevent her from healing). Personality: RP'd History: Raven comes from a secret government facility that was originally experimenting with genetically modifying the human genome in order to create the 'perfect soldier'. Taking acquired werewolf DNA, they fabricated their own artificial shifter that is (mostly) unaffected by lunar cycles, and able to shift at anytime. After escaping, she sought solace with werewolf packs however, because she was created by humans, she was cast out and shunned. She was eighteen when she stumbled onto Goodneighbor and with the help of Hancock, has since taken up residence in the forest at the base of the mountain outside of town. Other: She suffers from a few mental illnesses including BPD and PTSD. Often she's plagued by nightmares and flashbacks, all exacerbated by drinking. Username: RavenWolf1010 Name: Gabriel Gender: Female Age: Very old Appearance: Like this, but with much larger wings. Wing size reference/ "Straight out of Heaven" Species/Powers/Ect.: Archcangel. Her powers include: - Healing (Reviving the dead is forbidden, but she can coax souls back into their bodies). - Resurrection (Her mortal form can be injured/ killed, but her Essence would remain. However it's possible with the right weapon for that to be destroyed as well.) - Manifesting armor/ her weapon - Dimension walking/ spirit walking - Manipulation of perceived reality (Limited and rarely used) Personality: RP'd History: Gabriel has been around for thousands of years. She's fought Holy Wars, demons, and the likes, making her a well rounded combatant and fairly level headed. In her recent history she had a nasty encounter with a group of demons. Using weapons specially forged to kill angels, she was gravely injured and forced into retreat. That's when she stumbled half-dead into Goodneighbor. There, she was nursed back to health by Hancock and Raven, whom she bonded tightly with. However, as soon as she was well she was called back to Heaven for another mission. Between missions or in times of great turmoil, she returns to Goodneighbor. Other: Her text is gray. Username: RW Name: Garrett Gender: Male Age: Late 30s Appearance: WIP Species/ Power/ Etc.: Human Personality: Rp'd History: Secret. Other: Coming soon. Username: RW Name: ???? Gender: Female Age: Early 40s Appearance: WIP Species/ Power/ Etc.: Human Personality: Rp'd History: Secret. Other: Coming soon. -------------------- Username: Felixr2 Name: Fotein Psychi Gender: Female Age: 36 Appearance: A 1,86 meters tall, pale woman with natural golden highlights in her long, brown, waving hair. She has capturing hazel eyes set in a beautiful, round face. Her long, delicate white dress has detailed patterns of various flowers on the chest area and sleeves. On her neck is a golden necklace with a set of smooth, shiny white stones ordened to depict a lotus. Species/Powers/Ect.: She can brighten souls, making a person less eager to act in selfish ways. The stronger the willpower of the brightened person, the shorter and less notable the effect is. She can also use more extreme measurements and burn one's soul away, most likely killing them, but she will only go that far when she loses control over herself. Doing this will also make her lose most of her energy and she'll turn back to her normal self. When struck with great kindness, her own soul brightens, releasing a faint glow and a bit of extra warmth from her body. Personality: She is very loving and will never seek to do harm to anyone. Her ideology is a world where everybody can live together in peace and she believes that that's something that can be achieved. Her strong faith in this belief is what she considers her most important possession. If someone manages to make her lose this faith - momentarily - she will get infuriated and lose control over herself, most likely getting rid of the burst of energy by burning the unfortunate soul that pushed her over the line of sanity. She is fully aware that this can happen to her and frightened by it, although she will only think about it when someone is actively disagreeing with her beliefs. She will then immediately continue to warn people. History: She was born in a quite normal family in a religious town. In her teens she went to serve in the town's church, where she found out about the corrupt business going on there. This was the first time she lost control. Some of her classmates saw her loudly screaming with a furious glare in her eyes while the pastor, screaming in agony, crumbled down towards the floor. The story spread and in less than a day time she went from loved to feared and she had to run away from home. The town where she settled had a church that was a lot nicer than the one in her hometown. The pastor there gave her the dress and necklace she's still wearing today. For many years it all seemed nice and well, but when she was 30, the town got assaulted. When a bandit killed the pastor in front of her eyes, she lost control again. Once again, she ran. Time and time again, she ran to another town, stayed for a while, lost control, and ran again. When she started to notice the pattern in this herself, she tried to counteract it. That went better than she had expected. In time, she noticed how she could affect other people's behavior, though she still doesn't quite understand how it works. In all this time, she never lost faith in her belief that it could all become right, that it could all become peaceful, that there would be a time that she'd never have to make any victims again... Username: Felixr2 Name: Dagny Brinjardottir Gender: Female Age: 17 Appearance: Standing at 163 cm, she's quite short for her age. The brown rags she wears clash with her long, ashblonde hair and her marine blue eyes. Despite her small size, her sturdy build still gives the impression she can handle her own, although that may not always be true. On the skin of her throat there's a depiction of Thuris, better known as Thor's rune. Species/Powers/Ect.: Her father, Brinjar Bjornson, is a descendant of Thor and Sif, while her mother, Hella Alvadottir, is a descendant of Od and Freyja. They're both from long lost and forgotten bloodlines that seemed to have lost their magic, but their daughter, Dagny, was born with a runemark on her throat. Besides the usual rune usage of the Norse gods - be it that her power is a bit less and she certainly doesn't have a lot of experience - she can also mentally communicate with Odin, Thor's father, who has immortallized himself as an oracle way back in the past. Personality: She can be quite mischeivous, lazy, snarky, annoying, etc., but she'll be serious when she has to. History: Poke her to find out for yourself. Other: Reference for the runes she'll be able to use and what they represent: here. She's mainly based on Runemarks/Runelight lore, so I'm going with that system. In the doc I put screenshots of two pages of the e-book version of Runelight that anyone can watch for free in the preview on Google Books. -------------------- Username: AroaraAngelwolf Name: Asheron Cruze Gender: male Age: 24 Appearance: Here he is 5'4" 137 lbs. Often wears grungy, punk style clothes and has dark shades or a skull face eye patch to cover his eye. He is very pale, easily sunburned and his hair is naturally white with black tips, he just adds the purple in his hair. Species/powers/ect.: is 25% Vampire 25% Demon 50% Fox(kitsune). He can control a small violet flame called Fox fire, that can float away from him five feet before fading out. Excellent hearing and flexibility. Only one eye can see in inferred, in complete darkness, however it's sensitive to light. Is able to jump his body height. Personality: he's overall a kind guy, although he tries to act tough. Mostly watchful. Jokes and diverts attention from himself or his past. History: he doesn't really speak about it. He gets a haunted look whenever someone mentions certain things. Other: he doesn't need blood, just lightly cooked meat. Username: AroaraAngelwolf Name: Jasper Adams Gender: male Age: 26 Appearance: Here he's very tall and slender, around 6'9" and 170lbs. Deeply tanned with white freckles all over and pale sun bleached blond hair often up in a ponytail. As a deer he's a large white tail 24 point stag. Species/powers/ect.: Cervide: a humanoid deer shifter. Personality: skittish and jumpy he's quite shy and doesn't speak much. He never met another cervide and would like to. He is very careful when running around as a deer, tying a bright neon pink ribbon on his horn before shifting to avoid being hunted by the wolves or other human/predator shifters. History: he was orphaned, found by a Hunter in the middle of the woods as a toddler who had a broken leg. He was given to foster care, where he had an array of households in which he stayed, mostly good, some not so much. When he hit high school age he was with a very nice family who wanted to adopt him then his horns started to appear. Up until this point, he hid his tail in his pants, and wore a hat or beenie until his antlers got too big in sophomore year. He painfully cut his antlers until he graduated and that night fled from the home he loved so much fearing their ridicule. He has no idea the family found him and moved to this place to bring him back into the family. Other: he's strictly vegetarian. He'd tolerate meat being eaten in front of him as long as it isn't veal. Username: AroaraAngelwolf Name: Mononoke aka Monoke ( just shortened Mon-no-Kay) she prefers the shortest version. Gender: female Age: 25 Appearance: Human and Wolf 5'4" muscular and makes her own clothing from the animals she kills. Nothing is to be waisted in her community. Species/powers/ect.: A Faoladh- an Irish werewolf that's considered good. They are protectors of children, wounded men, and lost people. They can shift at will. Monoke's saliva as a wolf heals wounds (if there's debris in said wound it would push it out as it heals.) Amount of saliva will depend on how much the wound would heal (if major it would not heal entirely) enhanced strength and senses. She has enhanced healing and immunity to silver, nightshade is her weakness. dangerously allergic to it. and moon flowers. Personality: very protective, kind and generous, she's a typical Irish hot head, with a temper higher than her stature. She doesn't like bullies, people who are blatantly rude or oblivious and those who harm children, the disabled and animals. She's proud of her scars, they were from performing her duties as a guardian. Her accent is quite thick at times when angry, don't tease her for it, she tries to make her speech audible so people can understand her most of the time. Oh, and don't say cow to her, it's a horrible insult to an Irish woman. History: She was born as a Faoladh in a small community in Ireland. When a pair of brothers came to their little hallow, tracking their ancestry they were told of the legends in these parts by the Elder. One of them, the younger one laughed at one of the stories and upset the Elder. She knows now, he never ment any disrespect he just found it amusing. There's no way to remove the curse and she volunteered to keep an eye on the lad so he doesn't freak out and expose the Faoladh to the.... not so supernatural friendly community. Considers Joseph a little brother. Other: she has a wolf dog named Grey also with her in the picture. Username: AroaraAngelwolf Name: Joseph Isador Church Gender: male Age: 20 Appearance: Human and wolf form 6'5 black hair dye fading from his blonde hair and scars from farm equipment. Light blue almost aqua looking eyes. Species/powers/ect.: Faoladh- he was cursed by a old Irish witch for mocking the old stories. Because he was cursed, he doesn't have the gift of healing. He has strength and senses. he heals only slightly faster than a normal person. Personality: He has what some call Aspie. It's a form of autism. It makes simple conversations difficult and maintaining eye contact challenging. He has developed social anxiety and stress induced panic attacks which could leave him frozen in fear or make him flee. He is often spotted with a coloring book, his dog Esther that is his therapy dog to help him in social situations, or in a small tight spot that he finds comfortable. If you engage with a conversation, talk about one of his focuses that are; farming tools and equipment, flowers and their uses/ Victorian meaning/ language, stone meanings/uses/where they are found, Catholic church things(saints, bible verses and meanings), and anything mythology related from Greek to Roman and Egyptian. These will be more comfortable for him to talk about. Otherwise he's very sweet, sometimes blunt but honest to a fault. History: he used to be a farmer until he was cursed. Now his brother Eli runs the family farm. He has a beautiful husky golden mix he lovingly calls Esther Ruth Church. He's terrified about being teased by other people and is socially awkward. He doesn't communicate well. Other: among his tattoos there's a mark in the runes W-o-l-f marking him as cursed. They overlap each other looking like This. They are located on his lower arm he keeps wrapped up to hide it. This is Esther -------------------- Username: Padfoot Name: Jaja Kouy Gender: male Age: 33 Appearance: Jaja Species/Powers/Ect.: Adze. Has three forms: Swarm: When injured or hunting, Adze can dissolve into a swarm of blue fireflies. Human: During the day the spirit of the adze will lie in wait in the body of it's host (usually human) in this form the Adze can be killed by means of a normal human. Most hosts are unable to access the spirit of the adze while in this form Adze: When the spirit of the adze awakens, the host's tissue undergoes a rapid transformation that leaves them a humanoid insect monster. In this form, the adze posses enhanced speed and durability as well as the ability of flight with the aid of six papery black wings. In this form, the adze needs to feed on mammalian blood using a massive proboscis that can be fired from his mandibles at incredible speed. Personality: His human personality will be apparent once I begin rping History: Added as revealed Other: Username:padfoot Name: Robert sideway Gender: male Age: 25 Appearance: Sideway Species/Powers/Ect.: Incubus As an incubus, Sideway requires affection and physical contact in order to feed. While he can kill humans by feeding too much at once, fae and other non-humans only get a hangover and fatigue. If continuous feeding occurs, the subject will fall into a state of obedience and the need to protect Sideway. Personality: will be apparent History: Lately, Sideway has a pretty good handle on what he is and how his lifestyle has had to change but at first, his life was a nightmare. Once he hit puberty is when his powers manifested. At 19, when he lost his virginity, he killed his girlfriend in the back of her car. He didn't know what to do. His parents had kicked him out a year before and there was no way he would be able to get off murder charges on his own so he did the only thing he could. He ran The next few years he wandered around the USA and Canada. Killing people in his strange way every month or so. It wasn't around his twenty third birthday he arrived in Goodneighbor. There he met a man claiming to be a doctor of the usual. After his physical, The man told him what he was and what he needed to survive. With the help of his new friends and neighbors, he has been able to survive happy and healthy. Other: Username: padfoot Name: Poppy Gender: Female Age: 27 Appearance: Poppy Species/ Power/ Etc.: Modified Human. Smoke Physiology; Poppy can evaporate her body into particles of black smoke. Can accumulate external smoke for stronger attacks. Personality: Poppy is a freelancer so naturally she only likes having a boss when she says so. Preferably one that pays well for her...specific job. She isn't loyal to anyone and takes pride in that fact. She takes pride in her work and has yet to meet a job she couldn't complete. History: TBR Other: --------------------------------------- Username: SarkhanVol Name: Zhang 'Wujin' Yu Gender: Male Age: Early-Mid 20s Appearance: Zhang is noted for his rather unusual appearance. Standing at roughly 6'0" with a rather lithe frame, light skin, piercing red eyes, a mop of shoulder length dark grey hair, and an overall handsome face he has an almost inhuman attractiveness to him that seems to rather than charm people, set them on edge from just looking or speaking to him for overtly extended periods of time. Often times he is seen wearing a long dark green coat which reaches his ankles with a grey undershirt, his hands seemingly never in the sleeves of the coat and rather wearing it lazily on his shoulders, dark blue jeans, and a pair of Eastern styled clogs. This however is merely his preferred form and appearance, his true form however is much more grotesque, seeming like little more than a large mass of flesh and eyes resembling what most would think of when reading the depiction of a Shoggoth. Regular/ preferred form Species/Powers/Ect.: Mimic/Doppelganger (True) Shapeshifting: As a (True) Doppelganger/Mimic Yu has the ability to change his physical appearance at whim, unlike most other subspecies of Doppelgangers and Mimics, this doesn't simply extend to pure appearance but if the form is 'borrowed' or copied from an individual that Yu has previously met or encountered he can even replicate their voices and behaviorism. As for their skills, powers, and even memories, even if he had only observed them for a short time he is able to replicate their skills, powers, and memories from upwards to 80% of the original. Replication: As stated above as a (True) Doppelganger/Mimic in addition to appearance and voice, Yu is capable of imitating a targets powers, abilities, skills, and memories from upwards of 80% of the original, which while makes them marginally inferior to the original is offset by the sheer versatility of his own capabilities. Regeneration: Because of the natural formlessness of a Doppelganger and their lack of a 'distinct' physical appearance and their ability to alter their bodies at will, inflicting lasting injury on a True Doppelganger is considered extremely difficult in a physical sense. Longevity: Doppelgangers are not only distinctly known for their shapeshifting but being long-lived and TECHNICALLY speaking, biologically immortal. That isn't to say they are an invulnerable species but rather that without the interference of outside circumstances such as murder or self-termination their bodies do not suffer from 'biological aging' nor are they susceptible to disease, poisons, or other 'natural' influences that would otherwise kill most of beings thus making them 'biologically immortal'. In addition they do not 'require' food to sustain themselves or sleep or rest making them ideal worker castes in the distant past, though current day True Doppelgangers prefer to use their natural longevity for less 'crude' existences. Personality: (optional): RP'd History: Zhang Yu (Styled name: Wujin, combining the Chinese character for 'Wu' for strategy, intellect, and insight with 'Jin' which is the character for 'Rigid, forbidden, or unyielding' to imply a strict adherence to thinking before acting without recklessness) hails from a very long line of Doppelgangers from the Far East. A natural born Doppelganger he lived a lifestyle where in much of his youth he was unable to determine how he wanted his 'default' appearance to be set as which is a sort of requirement among the Doppelganger culture to be considered an 'adult' is to have chosen a form they personally fine aesthetically pleasing before deciding on his current physical appearance in his Coming-of-Age. As of current he is considered prodigious by nature, and even in his 20's he is considered extremely young by True Doppelganger standards.
  20. You feel a tap on your shoulder and someone reaching into your pocket. By the time you turn to see who it was, they're gone. As you check your pocket, you find a small folded notes that reads: Feel out of place? Can read minds? Or just very out of the ordinary? Boy do I have the place for you! Goodneighbor. A place for the unordinary. Goodneighbor is a (rarely) quiet, rural town centered in a mountain-hugged valley surrounded by forest. It's safe haven for those who can't find a place to call home. Those specifically being inhuman creatures. While some humans do call Goodneighbor home, most are unaware of their inhuman neighbors. This is an open-world type roleplay. Virtually any kind of OC is welcome. For those characters who would be unable to pass for human/ do not have a human form: it's optional that when needed, they can utilize magic to either shroud themselves or pass for human (either changing forms or a "Glamour" to hide their true forms). Rules 1. All DC forum rules apply. 2. Keep it PG-13. 3. No godmodding (unless pre-approved and is reasonable). 4. No killing characters without permission. 5. The rest should be common sense. Forms You can have as many characters as you can manage (ok no more than maybe five). Please post in the OOC forum. [B]Username:[/B] [B]Name:[/B] [B]Gender:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Appearance:[/B] [B]Species/Powers/Ect.:[/B] [B]Personality:[/B] (optional) [B]History:[/B] [B]Other:[/B]
  21. RavenWolf's Wishlist [WIP] Caveborn Purebred Any gen unless otherwise specified Other Lineages and Hybrids Holiday Caveborn unless specified otherwise
  22. ((Hey guys, I'm going out of town tomorrow and I don't know how my response time is going to be. Feel free to just kind of drag my characters along. I'll do my best to keep up.))
  23. (( Oh dear )) Raven shook out her fur. The older pack members could communicate while in their wolf form. She wasn't sure if she left before they had the chance to teach her or if it was only in their species. Dang. She shifted back and adjusted her hair and clothes so they were acceptable again. "I eat anything and everything. Well, veggies less so. But everyone needs a balanced diet. Oh, I don't do raisins. Other than that I'll eat it." When he asked for the money back she pulled it back out and placed it in his hand with a shrug. "Sounds good to me."
  24. Raven exhaled with relief. Rayne was being fed. She hadn't thought of that. You're so selfish. Again Raven folded her ears to her head ashamed. The she-wolf turned her back on the meat having ate fairly recently. The other members needed it much more than she did. Unsure of what else to do, she paced back and forth in a less densely populated part of the cave. Should she keep watch? She knew the Outcasts were going to be another few days before they kept moving. Carnage wouldn't admit it, but he was getting sick. She could hear it in his voice and they way he tried to hide the stiffness in his joint. May it kill him. Breifly she wondered if his power rendered him some form of immortality. It had been a long while since he'd used it. Most times he couldn't. Dead animals had to be nearby. As a pup, he would kill rabbits and resurrect them for fun. It always terrified Raven. One time, in the dead of night, he killed a baby rabbit and then resurrected it and had it scream its blood-chilling death cry. Raven didn't sleep for days after. She swore the more he used his power, the closer to death himself he came. His "mask" was slowly becoming his real face, and his breath smelled of decay. I wonder if the power the crystal had given him was warped by his evil. If he had been good maybe he could've brought back wolves. Uncorrupted, fully sentient wolves instead of the terrifying half-dead things.. The she-wolf approached the mouth of the cave surprised to see a wolf she hadn't seen before. Of course she didn't know all the Guardians, but this one didn't have the scent of the pack. He smelled only of the outside. Her hackles rose defensively. He wasn't doing much of anything other than keeping watch. I guess he's not a threat? She settled down not too far from him and kept an eye on him. -------- Vokun muttered some disappointment and thought to exert his power but quickly dismissed it. I'm not Carnage. He was grateful for Frost's kindness. Shadows around them giggled at the way Frost appeared to undermine his power like children laughing at another who had been scolded by their mother. Vokun rolled his eyes at them. "Thank you, Frost." A few of the imps appeared, half going to Vokun and the others going towards Frost. If one listened closely and watched, they could just make out their shapes in the dim light and distinguish their giggles from the breeze. One brave one walked up the the he-wolf and pulled a whisker. In an instant it was back with its friends giggling. Vokun snorted in annoyance. "Leave him be," he said as he laid down. If one was unaware of the imps, it would've appeared Vokun was talking to himself.
  25. "Thank you so much." The she wolf was very grateful. Then she saw the blood drip from her mouth. Seeing a horrified Rayne, Raven did her best to comfort the pup. "Come away, let them help your mom." She herded the pup away with her wings, blocking her view. Raven looked back at Storm and the others sadly. She wished she could do something. In her deep thought, she didn't hear Lunar. "I think I know someone who could help." Would they let her though? Would Quinn even help the Guardians? It was worth a shot. "She's a wolf with healing powers like your healers. She has brought back some of our pack members from the brink of death." Old pack members. --------- Carnage snarled back at Frost. "You ungrateful curr! I fed you, defended you, I gave you everything!" Vokun only sighed. "You need a strong pack to kill the Guardians and you are slowly killing your pack. It's no wonder Raven hasn't come back yet." Seeing Frost and Carnage still squaring off, he sent a mass of shadow to sit between them. A deterrent. He didn't need anymore injuries. Now that Quinn was gone, they needed to be more careful. "We've eaten, now we rest. Tomorrow we start pushing after the Guardians." Vokun would have to watch his back. Carnage was short tempered, but he was also patient. They needed him, but he could try and turn on Vokun. It could be tomorrow, it could be a month. There was no telling. "Fine." The wolf growled and stalked off into the treeline. He was outnumbered.