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  1. Alright guys, I've added all the forms in. Go for it. All your villain ideas are welcome, but I think one main, singular villain at a time might be better. Or maybe two villains getting into it and then uniting? If you're going to be the villain and you have a goal (which is probably a necessity), please either post it or PM me (if you want it kept secret).
  2. Ok! That's what I was pretty much planning on. The farthest it reaches is about a mile and a half (boo metric system ).
  3. That would be super great! I don't know if others were thinking about doing it as well, but we could always have more than one.
  4. 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. Upon approaching the base of a large oak tree, the shape then changed to the form of a bare young woman. She reached into the tangle of roots at the base of the tree and pulled a black backpack out from which she then pulled clothing. After dressing herself she pulled the hood up, slung the backpack over her shoulder and headed into town towards the cafe. "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. "Because you have something a little... all over." Hancock pointed to his face. Raven cocked a brow and self consciously pulled her hood up before 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 only shrugged. "You can't keep doing this. There's more than just you living here. Humans may be stupid, but they aren't that 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. What if They find this place?" "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."
  5. Not really, no. I mean if they are pretty old (40+) and the majority are younger, they might have a hard time keeping up. If they are younger (>18), they might be left out of the fight by older chars a lot to keep them safe. Edit: I have a lot of spare time right now and won't the next few days so I'm going to go ahead and start now so you guys can get on without me later.
  6. I'm just going to post my form here. ^.^ Name: Ruvaak (Raven) Gender: Female Breed: Wolf Dragon Approx age: 520 years Size: As large as a Chevy Tahoe Power: Weather manipulation (often reflected in her emotions) Personality: Ruva is a fairly solitary dragon. She doesn't appreciate company, and is pretty rough around the edges. Once she warms up to someone though, they see a whole other much softer side to her. The only time she is always friendly is if it's a fairly young dragon which she will then take under her wing. Mate: N/A Crush: N/A Hatchlings: N/A History: As a hatchling, Ruva was separated from her mother in a storm. Little did she know, her mother had purposely conjured the storm to protect Ruva as she fought off a group of humans trying to kill her. Ruva later that night discovered her gravely injured mother, who gave her an amulet before dying. Since then, she's been on her own. Looks: Here, but she's black furred.
  7. Yep! Feel free to start adding your characters. Once the majority has them in, we will probably start. My next few days are kind of busy with practice and events, so my replies might be sparing.
  8. Here's the Goodneighbor OOC to address questions and recaps. Recaps It's currently raining/ storming. Thirteen has arrived in Goodneighbor. Updated on 11/9 @ 9:55 PM (PST) or 12:55 AM (EST) Fotein, Duren, Corr Sterling, and Malice are in the cafe Cyan, Honey, and Theo are in the art store Namina and spectre dude are at Hancock's house along with Skinner and Hancock Dameon is dead/reforming. Gabriel is outside the cafe where he died. Zaren is walking towards the cafe and got bummped into by Zoey Jovanus and Idra are waiting somewhere??? Eleusis and Winter are watching Thirteen and Phinx Thirteen and Phinx is outside in the street, along with Raven
  9. Are you looking for just a 1x1? Or would you be willing to maybe do a 1x3?
  10. Will our badges change? I orginally chose to infect on accident, and now I have a virus badge and was wondering if I contributed enough points to the cure if I'd be able to switch sides.
  11. 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. Username: RavenWolf1010 Name: Raven Gender: Female Age: Late 20s Appearance: Like this, but not as... happy. Also like this. Species/Powers/Ect.: Wolf Shifter 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 after a nasty battle 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: RavenWolf Name: Dameon (the Damned) Velussi Gender: Male Age: ??? Appears to be in his early thirties Appearance: Here. Species/Powers/Ect.: Demon. His powers include: - Teleportation (of himself and objects connected to him) - Accelerated Healing - Telepathy Dameon is one of the few demons who has his original body, rather than possessing someone. His very existence is linked to his remains. His coplanar form can be damaged enough that he 'dies', however after some time he can come back. The only way to permanently kill him is to burn his bones. However, only he knows where he is buried (though that information is accessible with diligent digging and investigating). Personality: Dameon is an hole. He's manipulative, sarcastic, and sometimes outright cruel. He wasn't always this way, of course (see history). Deeply buried under defensive layers lives the man he used to be. Sometimes, that man is reachable but more often than not it's like he doesn't exist. History: Dameon was sent to the Americas as a child from Northern Europe in the 1920s to live with a alcoholic uncle by his parents, they hoping that it would be better than the poverty they currently lived in. They couldn't have been more mistaken. His uncle made him work to the bone. Many days were filled with hard, and sometimes nearly deadly labor in factories. He was the only source of income for the household and what money didn't go to bills, went to alcohol for his uncle. The young boy often went hungry for days until he started stealing wallets, foods, or watches; whatever he could to survive. The time he was caught and the police brought him home, his uncle went into a drunken rage and nearly ended up killing him. After that, he turned to make a deal with the devil. He got his deal. His uncle was murdered, and Dameon became a very wealthy man through trade. However the deal didn't come without its price. When the Great Depression hit in 1929 he again became poor, the deal forgotten, he took his life. Yet instead of dying like he had hoped, he instead became one of the many demons that roam the Earth. Originally he was a lowly demon who had to possess in order to 'exist'. Yet through working his way up the ladder, he eventually earned his spot and power, and his own body. He and Gabriel have ran into each other numerous times and are enemies. Other: His text is maroon. Username: shadow2345 Name: Shadow Gender: Male Age: 19 Appearance: Human Species/Powers/Ect.: Shape Shifter Personality: Shadow has always been a light hearted type of guy. He welcomes everyone with open arms, he loves to give hugs, he loves to make people smile and he often uses his powers to do just that. But this isn't all that he is. He goes out of his way to help people be happy because he knows what it's like to hurt. He tries to befriend everyone because he knows what it's like to be all alone. He wants to make people smile because he knows how precious each smile is. Shadow is a person who uses his pain to help others. He doesn't stand for bullies, he doesn't stand for people being needlessly hurt. Some call him pure in that sense, but no. He isn't pure. He'd kill in a heart beat if he thought it would keep his friends safe. He'd hunt someone down to the ends of the world if he thought it would make the world better. History: Shadow was born to a family of shifters in a land far away. From an early age his parents knew he would be powerful. He was already shifting forms at a younger age than his peers and his forms were nearly perfect. After a few years when he was still young something happened. He can't remember what and people don't talk about it. Asking about it brought instant suspision onto people since only shifters would care to ask. He had to leave his home, his country. He didn't know what happened, but he knew he was alone. All his family, his friends, dead. He had night mares about if for years on end. Now, Shadow was 19, his powers were at their peak. He could shift seamlessly for dozens of forms and he used this when he needed to attack. Fighting a shifter was hard, especially one like shadow where he gained the abilities of the things he shifted into. Even though the powers he gained were weaker than the original, it still let him fool guards into thinking he was someone he wasn't. And now, shadow was following rumors of a place where he just might find a new home at last. Other: Username: shadow2345 Name: Imshael Alour Gender: Male Age: 17 Appearance: Here Species/Powers/Ect.: Imshael has two powers really. He's a teleporter and he has an ability to enhance his body to give him better speed, strength, etc. Personality: Imshael Alour had always been an oddball. He was the first one to laugh and the last one to stop playing a game. Everyone thought he was weird, but in a good way. That was until he was seen as just crazy, a lunatic, a psycho. Now he hides it somewhat better, but still, the gleam in his eyes never leaves. History: Imshael Alour had many friends when he was a kid. As said, people thought he was weird but they thought it was cute. Then, one day they found him playing with a knife. He was just tossin it up and down, giggling to himself. People were horrified though. Why? Well, it didn't help that he was nearly covered in blood. It turned out that two kids had attacked him. One of them drew a knife on him, but it got stuck in Imashael's forearm, deep in the bone. While laughing Imshael took the knife and proceeded to cut the kids. When the bodies were found, each had no less than a hundred cuts. Imshael was sent to a home shortly after. A few years in there and his gift awakened and he teleported out. He's been lazily exploring ever since, occasionally leaving a few corpses behind. Other: 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. She can also brighten her own soul, 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. Here she got the clothes 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 man killed the really kind 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. Her other powers she found by accident in the process. In all this time, she never lost faith in her belief that it could all become right, that it could all become peaceful, that she'd never have to make victims again... Other: This is just my first character. I may add more. Username: Felixr2 Name: Corr Lapidris Gender: Male Age: 46 Appearance: He looks extremely bulky, standing at 237 cm with a body shape that gives the impression that even his muscles have muscles. (This has never been researched, so it might actually be the case.) His skin is a very dark grey and deep blue crystal points out in small lines on his arms, torso and legs. He always covers the crystal lines with his clothes. His head is completely devoid of hair - just like the rest of his body - and his face has an angry expression that seems to be set in stone. The only kind of smile he has ever shown is one that gives the impression he's about to eat you whole and alive. Species/Powers/Ect.: Oroç (based on the Oroç race from Dawn of the Dragons, but slightly different, and with holes in the canon information filled up). Besides his physical power - which is significantly greater than even the power a human of his proportions would have - he also has a great condition and nearly flawless nightvision. He also has the ability to recogize and memorize differences between different locations in cave systems, and he can stay alive by feeding on rocks and crystal, rather than normal food, although he can eat that as well. He can also take hits very well, but all the weight of his body does slow him down. 9 km/h is his top running speed. Personality: He's not very fond of talking. He'd rather punch a unicorn in the face than have a conversation that lasts longer than 15 minutes. But then again, he really likes fighting. Fighting actually is the only thing that at least gets him kind of excited. He's absolutely not likely to bond with people, but if you let him fight enough he will stay on your side. History: He never really talks, and if he does, his history would be the last thing he'd talk about. If he, for some reason, decides to see you as something one might describe as someone who's sort-of close to almost being a friend-like person, he might let you know he was driven out of his land of birth, but that's it. Other: Diddly Username: Felixr2 Name: Doesn't have one. Gender: Genderless. Likes to be male, so he/him pronouns. Age: Centuries. Appearance: In his true form, you can only vaguely recognize a dimm transparent blue shade, but he can make himself appear as any person he has seen. However, this never changes the ethereal composure of his body. When "disguised", his appearance may also flicker a bit from time to time. Species/Powers/Ect.: He's an ethereal (plural: ethereal). A species that is hardly known because it's impossible to see an (undisguised) ethereal if you don't know what to look for. Besides the disguising powers and the pros (and cons) that obviously come with being ethereal, the species also excells at the use of arcane magic, and many ethereal are also fairly skilled in elemental magic. However, it is essentially impossible for ethereal to learn any other kind of magic (holy, runic, black, totemic, voodo, spiritual, astral, etc.). This specific ethereal is not the best at arcane magic, but makes up for that with his power in fire magic and ice magic. Just like all ethereals he is able to "speak" using arcane magic, although his words do not come with something recognisable a voice. The ethereal are unable to move through precious metals. Personality: I'll RP this one out. History: For now all you need to know is that someone accidentally captured him in a titanium safe, and when he could escape again the ethereal he used to travel with were gone and he was lost. He went into that safe to destroy a dangerous artifact. Other: The ethereal, while quite resistant to most types of magic, they are incredibly weak to black magic, holy magic, runic magic and alchemy(if performed well). I also want to specify that I did NOT create this character solely to give Skinner something else to geek out about although it certainly did have a little influence on my decision. I mostly just wanted to create a third character and this was what I managed to come up with. Username: shadow_claw Name: Namina Waltz Gender: Female Age: appears mid to late twenties, is presumably much older. Appearance: Namina is very tall for a woman, reaching easilly at six-and-a-half feet. Her hair is also unusually long. Smooth and shiny, Mina's black hair is always braided and tossed over one shoulder. Her skin is a dark olive, and her eyes are a deep emerald. Her thick, pouty lips and sloped nose give her an unusual-but by no means unattractive-complexion. Her clothes vary, but usually it's some combination of jeans, sneakers, and a tee shirt. Most striking on her face are two diamond-shaped marks. Below each eye and angled towards her nose, they almost look like another set of eyes. Almost. Species/Powers/Ect.: Namina is a shape-shifter, and is well gifted in her species. She can adopt any form she has seen, and temporarily takes their abilities as well. The more powerful the being, however, the more taxing it is for her to remain in that form. If she steals the soul of a living creature (killing them is the easiest way to do this), she can take on that form without any negative effects. Personality: Namina is a callous, sarcastic woman with a grudge against the world. She couldn't care less about who you are and what you're like, unless she can use it aginst you. Truly, she seems to be someone the world chewed up and spit out. Look in her eyes and you see something feral; you see a wild animal with a human figure. History: Mina refuses to speak of her past. At least, she hates talking about the details. Those who hang around her learn a few things: - she hates her father - she has sibling (presumably dead) - she's had her hands in crime and smuggling for a very, very long time. Other: Mina is a smuggler and thief, commonly dealing in magical goods. People and monsters alike have passed through her hands in the past. If you want it, she'll get it for you...for a price. She also carries weapons on he: a red-tinted blade(which can take the form of various bladed weapons), and two handguns. Username: hjy213 Name: Jovanus A. Maunus (Jovanaldironus) Gender: Male Age: 28 Appearance: Jovanus appears to be a very business-friendly man, always wearing expensive suits, watches, loafers, and sunglasses. He looks like this, with light brown hair and green eyes. Jovanus is almost always seen with a smile, and despite what others may say, it is always genuine. Species/Powers/Ect.: Jovanus is a half-human half-earth nymph hybrid and so has some minimal power in controlling earth and plant-life. He mostly relies on information as an information broker, as well as the people he employs, like Idra, though he isn’t completely inept, as he knows his limits and acts accordingly. Personality: To be revealed in rp. History: Jovanus is a man of many mysteries, and usually only reveals the fact that his mother is an earth nymph because it’s easy to deduce. He doesn’t necessarily keep it secret, as he does allow people to buy the information from him, though he often manages to convince whoever is asking that the information is pretty worthless, as he personally believes it gives no advantage. Other: Username: hjy213 Name: Idra Gender: Female Age: 27 Appearance: Idra often wears short-sleeved shirts and black leggings, occasionally wearing a baggy sweatshirt over this. When asked to be “business-like”, Idra wears a pantsuit provided by Jovanus. She looks like this, with light brown hair and green eyes. Her expressions and mannerisms vary wildly, but most often has a listless expression on her face, appearing to be staring off into space. Species/Powers/Ect.: Idra is an earth nymph, and has control over earth and plant-life. Her limbs can elongate and morph into branches, and regenerate as long as they’re not burned. Personality: To be revealed in rp. History: Like with Jovanus, Idra’s history is largely kept secret, a circumstance purposely created by Jovanus. It’s worthless to ask her about it, as she refuses to speak of it, but Jovanus does offer it at a price, except much higher than the price for his own history. The usual answer given for this spike in price is that it’s “just that valuable”, though she herself will often say it’s nothing of importance. Other: Username: CharonDusk Name: Duren Charon Gender: Male Age: Early 20’s Appearance: Approximately 6 feet in height, Duren is an elegant, willowy figure with a sharply featured face possessing thin lips, high cheekbones and almond-shaped amber eyes, the left of which is slightly paler in hue than the other and has a faint scar running underneath it, and straight black hair reaching his shoulders. His hair is usually either down or, on rare occasions, loosely tied back with a red ribbon. Most of the time, Duren tends to wear a very simple ensemble, consisting of a white t-shirt and black jeans, while he wears a golden choker necklace, a single red stone set in the centre just against his throat. Species/Powers/Ect.: Duren was born a dragon (seen here) and uses magic contained within his necklace in order to take on a human form. He prefers to avoid switching forms as much as possible, as activating the spell takes a fair portion of energy, and in both forms can use a few basic spells, specialising in healing magic. Personality: The oldest of the “triplets”, Duren is a sweet, cheerful individual. Always ready to brighten your day with a smile and kind words, occasionally a bad joke or two, he would happily give you the shirt off of his back if you needed it. He clearly loves his younger brothers and takes every opportunity to talk about how proud of them he is, usually to their embarrassment. However, close attention reveals that Duren has next to no confidence in himself; rarely does he speak of himself in any positive way, always belittling and criticising and mocking anything he does. History: The twins came from a relatively normal background; their parents had passed away before they had hatched, and were raised by their extended family, namely several uncles. Duren was always the more restless of the pair, constantly wanting to go on adventures and explorations, often accompanied by his less-than-willing brother, and many times did they find themselves in precarious situations due to Duren’s insatiable curiosity. When they finally became adults, the pair left to travel the world in search of a place to call their own, but it was during one of their many explorations that Duren found something completely unexpected; whilst combing through the crumbled remains of an old church, they realised they were not alone and, despite Zaren’s reservations, Duren sought out the entity. What he found was beyond his wildest imaginations; the shadow demon, Malice, severely weakened after years of solitude without a living host. Sorrowed by the demon’s plight, Duren happily agreed to become the host, resulting in the “twins” turning into “triplets”. Other: Duren's left eye is partially blind, due to a childhood mishap, and makes him skittish about anything or anyone approaching him unannounced. Username: CharonDusk Name: Zaren Charon Gender: Male Age: Early 20’s Appearance: Zaren is considerably similar in appearance to Duren, with the same sharp features, almond eyes and tall, thin build. However, there are still blatant differences; Zaren’s eyes are a vibrant blue shade, while his black hair is much longer, almost to his waist, and is almost always in a braid that rests over his shoulder. He is also noticeably thinner and of a paler complexion. He usually wears a black turtleneck over a white shirt, with black slacks and shoes, with a similar choker, this time in silver with a blue stone. Species/Powers/Ect.: Zaren was born a dragon (seen here) and uses magic contained within his necklace in order to take on a human form. What Zaren lacks in physical strength he makes up for in magic; he does not feel the strain of changing forms like his brother does, and can manipulate any form of electricity, though this does cause some exhaustion depending on the source. Personality: The middle brother, Zaren would describe himself as a calm and quiet person, whilst most other people, including his brothers, would call him distant and cold. It is uncommon for him to say more than a few words to someone he doesn’t know, with those few words often being abrupt and curt. To put it bluntly, Zaren is cold, condescending and sometimes outright cruel to almost everyone, viewing social interaction as a waste of his precious time and won’t hesitate to tell you exactly that, preferring to use his barbed tongue to wound rather than his fists. The only people he acts differently towards is his brothers, especially Duren, who he treats with an affection bordering on worship. He is over-protective of his older brother, and causing anything he views as harm to Duren (even if not meant in a harmful way) will cause Zaren to react violently. History: The twins came from a relatively normal background; their parents had passed away before they had hatched, and were raised by their extended family, namely several uncles. Even as a child, Zaren was the colder brother, always acting as the voice of reason whenever Duren’s wanderlust got the pair into trouble. When they finally became adults, the pair left to travel the world in search of a place to call their own, but it was during one of their many explorations that Duren found something completely unexpected; whilst combing through the crumbled remains of an old church, they realised they were not alone and, despite Zaren’s reservations, Duren sought out the entity. What he found was beyond his wildest imaginations; the shadow demon, Malice, severely weakened after weeks of solitude without a living host. Sorrowed by the demon’s plight, Duren happily agreed to become the host, resulting in the “twins” turning into “triplets”. Other: Zaren has a disturbingly wide knowledge of poisons, and is always looking for ways to "test" new ones he has discovered. Username: CharonDusk Name: Malice Gender: Male Age: Early 20’s Appearance: Once again, Malice possesses the same sharp features and tall build, though Mal is slightly more muscular. His eyes are a deep red shade and his black hair is slightly curly and is not as long as Zaren’s but longer than Duren’s, down to his midback and is always worn down. Mal wears a black full-bodysuit, covered with a heavy black hooded cloak depending on the weather, and is usually barefoot unless forced to wear shoes. His only accessory is a pair of sunglasses or, occasionally, black goggles. Species/Powers/Ect.: Malice is a type of shadow demon; in order to exist in the mortal plane, he needs a mortal host in who’s shadow he can reside, taking a similar physical form as theirs. He CAN live without a host, so long as there are sufficient dark areas for him to hide in, but not for longer than a few months and he is much weaker in this state. He as the ability to manipulate shadows, giving them a physical form with which to attack, and can himself turn into an incorporeal shadow. However, his shadow-manipulation takes a great deal of energy, and his shadow form is extremely photosensitive, so both are used only when necessary. Personality: This guy can be summed up in one word; jerk. He is loud, brash, so foul-mouthed he would make a sailor blush and, above all, loves pulling pranks on people and laughing at their expense, though these pranks are rarely designed to do more than slightly embarrass the target. Always happy to start a fight – usually between two other people, - numerous are the time the trio have wound up in a mass bar-room brawl because of Mal’s antics. However, he isn’t 100% evil, just a bit of an a-hole. He can be very sweet when he wants to be (which is rare) and despises bullies, with them usually being the reason he gets into so many fights, while if he thinks he has truly hurt someone with a prank, becomes apologetic and will do anything to make up for it. He loves his older brothers, though he’d rather be tarred and feathered than admit it. History: Little is known about Malice’s past before meeting his brothers, as it is something he wishes to not discuss, even with them. Other: Malice is naturally photosensitive, with strong sunlight causing a great deal of pain and making it difficult for him to see. As a result, he rarely ventures out during the day unless heavily protected. Username: Dalek Raptor (Okay, fine, it's Raptor of Dragons) Name: Zoey Smith Gender: Female Age: Presumably 25 Appearance: Zoey stand about five foot five with short brown hair and emerald eyes. She has three distinctive parallel scars on her face, one narrowly missing her left eye. She wears a camouflaged outfit completely with camouflaged boots. Species/Powers/Ect.: Zoey has the power to turn into a Velociraptor. In this form, her claws are black and the feathers that it seemed that she once had are burnt off. The scar marks shift across her muzzle. Across her body she has an orange line (much like the raptors of Jurassic World). She can also make great weapons in this form as she finds it easier then her clumsy human form. Personality: Zoey has a carefree attitude that she doesn't really care for anyone. The only time she'll care for someone is if they're her client and wants there money. She has almost like a rebellious attitude to authority and will try to get away with as much as she can. History: Zoey doesn't really talk much about her past unless she's working in her forge and chatters away into that topic. What she will tell people is that her dad was a blacksmith and she used to do very risky antics that often times she did it just for a thrill, often times ending up in handcuffs. Other: Username: Dalek Raptor (must I? Raptor of Dragons) Name: Theo Shade Gender: Male Age: 20 Appearance: Theo is sort of a tall and lanky guy standing at six feet seven with pale skin, scruffy looking black hair, and sapphire eyes. He usually wears a black T-shirt with an equally black vest over it, his parents however are blue jeans, with blank sandals. He wears black leather gloves over his hands. Species/Powers/Ect.: Theo has the power to turn invisible and can hold it until he wills himself to be visible again. When doing this, he slows down a bit and can't really hurt anyone when invisible. Personality: Theo hardly utters a word, when he does, it's usually because he can't dodge a question or someone trying to talk to him. He will help people sometimes if he really feels the need to do so, but otherwise he'll mind his own business History: Theo hardly utters a word about his past. One would have to tear down his walls to truly know him. Sometimes this could be done if you can get to figure out what he likes to do, eat, etc. Other: Username: Padfoot Name:Luke Skinner Gender: Male Age: 35 Appearance: Skinner is built like a scarecrow, standing at 6'2" and weighing 150 soaking wet. He has a head of deep red hair that he tries (And often fails) to keep tidy and often keeps it covered with a old leather wide brimmed hat. His eyes are green with the milky film of a caterac in his left eye (accident when he was a teenager when he tried to artificially give himself heterochromia). Unless you caught him on a day where he is trying to look nice he has the stubble of a beard on his chin. His right arm is covered in keloid scars and his back is a mess of burn scars that came from when the Catholic Church burned his house down. Species/Powers/Ect.:Human. Vocal and Rune based magic Inventory: one (1) aged cigarette holder one (1) heavily repaired hockey stick one (1) alchemy pad (rolled with a piece of twine and slung across his back when not in use) A worn leather black duster jacket that belonged to his father a hip satchel containing: three (3) pieces of chalk in white pink, and blue a pair of brass knuckles four (4) small glass vials (2 empty, one 1/3 full of mercury, one full of a viscous lavender fluid) one (1) tattered infinite pack of Lucky Strike brand cigarettes two (2) keys carved from oak a swiss army knife a leather bound notebook Personality: (optional) History:his official job title is an Exotic Matter Researcher and a doctor (although he does not have an official licence for medical practice). Technically he would be a considered a wizard or mage, do not let him catch you calling him that.He is the son of Bryce and Amellia Skinner. His father is known as the leading authority on fae relations and his mother is a rune translator and potion professor at the University of Gallia. That being said Skinner does not have a great relationship with his parents since they disapprove of his rejection or his magical talent. After a recent situation in his last base of operation, Skinner made a living as magical informant for the police. Since then he is in need of a place to lay low. He is still able to pay his bills doing odd jobs, magical or otherwise. Every so often, he recieves a job request in the form of a envelope slipped under his door. Skinner often uses his gifts for illegal requests for the right price. Other: Username: padfoot Name: Jean Petro Gender: male Age: 50's Appearance: Petro is a average height muscular build with heavily graying hair. He had a jagged scar on the left side of his neck. Species/Powers/Ect.:human Personality: rped History: Has never been to Goodneighbor and is the CEO of Dawkens plumbing and sewage Other: Username: you know who I am Name: Thirteen Gender: agender Age:old Appearance: Here. Species/Powers/Ect.: rped (Pretty soon but he likes to fight) Personality: (optional) History: rped (There's a lot) Other: works with Dawkens Sewage Username: Padfoot Name: Zeke Santa Gender: male Age: 22 Appearance: Zeke is a tall Native American with long black hair and peircing black eyes. He is a lean build and thearea around his eyes and forehead is in a constant state of blackout by soot. He has a intrecate series of tattoos covering his neck, face, arms and torso. He always has a pair of shackles loked to his wrists Species/Powers/Ect.: Skinwalker. Zeke has the ability to shift into whatever pelt he happens to be wearing. His favorite forms are a wolf, a hawk, a bear, a crow, a middle aged asian female, and a man named Steven Mailman. After shifting, he has accelerated regeneratio of damaged tissue. Zeke can mimic the voice and cries of any sample he hears with minor difficulties. The voice and ries of pelts he owns comes much easier. Personality: (optional) rped History: Zeke has been in goodneighbor for about two months and is mostly a drifter. Not seeming to want to settle down, Zeke lives in the woods that surround Goodneighbor. Other: He ded. Username: Silverphoenixx Name: Eleusis or "Canary" Gender: Female Age: ...looks young? Appearance: As a canary, she looks like a small puffball of soft yellow feathers, complete with an endearing expression of annoyance. When she takes her human form, she has bright golden eyes and long blond hair flowing down to her waist. Her hair is such a rich shade of blond that it looks almost dyed, yet the variations in it seem too natural to be the product of hair dye. She stands at a rather short 5' with a skinny build and delicate features. Species/Powers/Ect.: Phoenix Hybrid - still technically a phoenix but her bloodline has been mixed. - Teleportation: Can teleport decent distances, but longer distances are more tiring. Also cannot rapid fire teleport. - Rebirth: Will disintegrate into ashes when taking lethal damage, but will reform after anywhere from a few days to a few years. Usually takes a few weeks, but it depends on the state her previous body was in. - Bird Shifting: Can morph into any species of bird or gain the wings of that bird while in human form. - Fire Resistance: Can walk through normal fire unharmed, but will still feel heat and be burned by hotter fires. - Magical Affinity: Can utilize magic to create various effects, most commonly elemental attacks. Personality: Eleusis is spirited, stubborn, and reckless. Her natural ability to rebirth herself makes her rather uncaring of current situations to the point where she has done several risky things "just for fun". However, she is also incredibly lazy when her interest isn't piqued. Though her nature combined with her diminutive stature can be endearing to some people, others find her immaturity and lack of foresight irritating. History: When she was young, she was raised by her parents who taught her about her abilities. After her first rebirth, she was left to fend on her own in the traditional phoenix way. While most creatures disliked being separated from their parents, phoenixes usually didn't mind as they tended to live flighty lifestyles. For a while, she simply traveled where the wind brought her until she stumbled upon two brothers and a demon. When she discovered they had brought delicious food with them and were quite entertaining, she decided to follow them around (and steal their food). Eventually, she became Zaren's pet of sorts, though she has never revealed her human form to them. Other: "Hey! Who're you calling a simple bird!?! I'll have you know I was descended from a phoenix!" Username: Chrysophylox Name: Qingxuan "Cyan" Lie (just call him Cyan) Gender: Demiboy (prefers he/him) Age: 16 Appearance: Cyan has flaming red hair in a shoulder length bob that covers his right eye. His eyes are onyx, with a spot of peacock blue eyeliner on the inner corners of his eyes. His outer corners are outlined with bright yellow eyeliner. Cyan is very pale, and his resting face always looks very melancholy and despondent, which leads to many people wondering what upset him. Species/Powers/Ect.: Cyan's not fully human; he's a mix of nameless ink creatures and various other beings. He's basically made of ink, so all his bodily fluids (blood, sweat, tears, etc.) are ink. His magic is art-based, and anything he draws can come to life if he wills it. He can use any materials he wants, but the higher quality they are, the less energy it takes for him to use his magic. In a pinch he can draw on his own skin, although it will hurt when the drawing "rips" off the canvas and comes to life. He mainly uses his magic for defensive purposes, drawing large walls and other objects to block attacks. He draws large animals that will circle around him and ward off threats, preferring to back up Honey as she whacks things around. He can also control ink and paper to some extent, but that's a skill he's still developing. Personality: Cyan is timid and quiet, always looking down when he walks down the street and talks to people. In a situation where he's with Honey, he'll just duck behind her and let her do everything. Honey (and his close friends who don't live in Goodneighbor) is the only person he will open up to, showing her smiles and laughs that he wouldn't show anyone else. History: Cyan grew up by himself, and his only caretakers were a few ink creations left behind by his parents, who were long gone. A person named Honey moved in with him after learning of his conditions, and the two soon grew close as siblings. Cyan was a quiet kid, never talking unless he needed to. He trained himself in his magic whenever he had the time, which was plenty since he never bothered with making new friends. The few friends he had were nonhumans that he had grown up with and known his whole life, introduced to him through Honey and a network of other nonhumans that his parents had been active in. He left his hometown after a few kids at school found out about his identity and started ostracizing him even more. He moved to Goodneighbor with Honey, and he's been happily living there for a good 2 years now, writing letters to his outside friends and using his drawings to deliver them. Other: A small, ink bird sits on his shoulder and is maintained with bits of ink and paper. It's designed after a Japanese long-tailed tit. Username: Chrysophylox Name: Honey Huanxin Hsu Gender: Female-presenting agender (she/her or they/them) Age: 19 Appearance: Honey is a short girl of barely 5 feet, but her personality makes her seem much larger. She's chubby, but all that fat only makes her stronger. She's also a creature of habit. She always keeps her black hair in a ponytail, and she always has a jade pendant around her neck. She almost always wears a white tracksuit that has black stripes down the sleeves and legs, the jacket being much larger than her frame. Underneath her jacket is a black tanktop and a pair of large, mottled brown and white wings. Species/Powers/Ect.: She's some sort of harpy-, angel-esque creature. Her wings are strong enough for flight, and even enough for one other passenger, usually Cyan. Her preferred weapon is a long stick of bamboo, so green that it seems to reflect the sunlight and almost glow. She knows a style of Chinese staff combat that roughly translates to the Dog Beating Method, which she learned and perfected by reading the Kung Fu novels they originated from. Personality: She has a loud, sunny disposition, always clapping people on the back (or as high as she can reach) and cracking jokes. She's fiercely protective of her friends, bristling at even the slightest injury against them, though she can take quite a few hits and insults herself. History: Honey never knew her parents, and she lived with her grandparents until they passed away when she was 11. She grew up in the same neighborhood as Cyan, and since both were nonhumans in a largely human town, they quickly bonded. After her grandparents died, she immediately moved into Cyan's house with no warning, declaring that she would have to take care of him from then on, when really she just couldn't bear to be alone in her house. She left her hometown with Cyan after he started getting bullied for who he was. By that time, her threatening and fighting people no longer had much of an effect, and the two decided that leaving would be a better choice. Other: Username: petewentztheemogod Name: Sterling Guildeforde Gender: Male Age: It's debatable and mostly unknown, but a best guess would be around 400-500. But he doesn't look a day over 24-25. Appearance: kinda like revenge!mikey way (oops) | another reference for appearance | eye reference (kinda like this but the iris is larger) | wing size/look reference Species/Powers/Ect.: Hybrid (angel/human) -Flight (obviously) -Invisibility (only sometimes) -Weak manipulation of emotions other than fear (which he has great power over) -Enhanced strength, speed (both in flight and on the ground), and senses -He has long black claws (usually hidden) that form on his fingertips at will -Naturally has a cloak (kind of a mist-like thing?) of sorts on, keeping his eyes, claws and wings hidden from human's view unless he willingly removes it. This cloak just makes him appear like a normal everyday human. That cloak does not apply to supernatural creatures, however, as they can see right through it. -Has an aura of depression, despair, and hopelessness floating around him almost always. Personality: RP'ed History: If you had to use one word to describe this guy, it would be unholy. Born as a mistake between an angel and a human in around the 1600's England (or somewhere, it's not really known), understandably he had a rough start in life. People shunned him as a little kid, before he got the visible signs of what he was (wings, eyes, etc) because one, even as a child he still let off that strange aura, and two, he could not and would not go into churches for his skin would blister and boil and burn and his insides would feel like they were set on fire. Yeah. Paired with the screams of pure hellish agony it was never pretty. And then when he got his wings and eyes (rather painfully, I may add) it only got worse. He only narrowly avoided the Salem Witch Trials when he was forced to go to America. He wasn't able to keep friends, he wasn't able to stay in touch with family due to his hybrid, unholy status and in turn is often irritable and won't talk about his past much. Angels and demons normally take an immediate disliking towards him due to his appearance and overall feel, making life even more difficult.
  12. If breeding is the 25th to the 31st, is that when the event will start?
  13. 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]
  14. I understand that you can find ingredients for only their specific biome (i.e. Water lily and coast). I was trying to ask if that the first biome you click is the only ingredient will pop up or if it's preset somewhere else (and that just happens to be the biome you click). Is it just coincidence that the ingredient is in the first biome you click?
  15. Didn't see an answer to this so I'll ask again.
  16. Do potion ingredients drop roughly in the same amount of time as the Halloween treats? And does it matter the biome you click on first when searching or is it 'set' for a specific biome when it's time for ingredients to pop up again?
  17. Zeke flipped through the papers as he quickly scanned them. He then slipped them into his jacket (that he wore despite it being mid-summer). "Unfortunately, yes. You still wouldn't be safe her. I'll get into contact with a few old friends and we'll set up a safe house for you two. In another city." ((Cue argument?)) He only smiled as his skin burned away further because behind Dotzrus, a group of angels burst through the door. They were not archangels, but rather Guardians and Lost Ones. "You thought she was gone forever? That her soul hadn't made it?" Coughing Raguel pointed to one of the angels in the back who slowly stepped forward. "Destroying us, means destroying her." His eyes glittered darkly as he observed Dotzrus's reaction. "Then you are blind." She refused to put Malak in the crossfire. Now, outbursts were at random and if he happened to be near... She was afraid to think what would happen. "You may fight for me, but others will be fighting against you. I may be..." Laughing softly, Rain gently cupped his face. "It's a lot harder to kill an archangel. Even if we seem sort of frail."
  18. Raven shook her head and pulled away. "This is different..." The wolf trotted off a few feet then stopped. "I'm not just an angel anymore." Her voice was quiet and melancholy, but her eyes were like stone. ((Aw poor Malak. Raven is being a butt.)) Smiling weakly, she slowly and carefully pulled him into an embrace. "It might have been only a few days, but you'd be surprised just how much I'd be willing to do for you." "You're so very naive. Did you not know we had more halfbreeds among our ranks during that war? Now, if I do remember right, one of them had gotten caught up in a blood rage. Evidently, your precious one got in the way." Power rippled from Dotzrus, making his skin burn. "Do you know just which halfbreed it was? Come on, guess."
  19. ((That would be great, thank you. I would play them kind of like NPCs anyways. I was thinking one older, one newer (to replace the older one). Would something like that be alright?))
  20. ((If no one else makes a beast, I'd be interested in making one or two. Mindless killer is something I've been wanting to do.))
  21. She set the plate down on the coffee table next to her and took his hand gently. "There were a few reasons. One, their corruptedness was not something that I wanted to represent; to be apart of. And two, I had to give it up. For you." Smiling weakly, she rested her head back on the arm of the couch. "I didn't fight it because I accepted my fate, what my choices and actions lead to." Raven looked up at Malak, her eyes growing watery. "It's just... I always thought I belonged. I mean, I know I didn't. But, I had Rain... And now... I lost my-" She stopped short and shook her head. "I was lied to all these years. They never told me. I always knew I didn't belong, but never knew why. Now that my true nature comes to light, Rain turned her back on me."
  22. ((Ok I'm officially back from my hiatus. A lot happened and I wasn't able to get on or devote time to here. Sorry.)) Raven looked back at Madigan. "That very well may be, but it's only because she feels guilty." She then shifted forms and sauntered off into the forest, waiting for Malak. Rain was very grateful for Madigan's help, but remained quiet, feeling still upset by the whole affair with Raven. He wasn't quick enough to evade the form suddenly charging towards him, and was crushed against the wall. The impact was accompanied by a few snaps of bones as well. "If I can recall correctly, it was not our kind, but the kind that you seem to fancy associating yourself with. The halfbreeds." His voice was strained, but still as malicious as ever. "Of course. She'd expect that; we have to move carefully though, and remain undetected by her if you two want to make it until morning." He followed behind them, taking care to mutter a concealing spell to eliminate any sense of his presence or the key's.
  23. ((I've been around. Just unable to reply. I'll try to later tonight.))