Fantasy Mythological Flatmates VS Mythological Hunters (Closed)

[Cryobionic]

Mythological creatures are disappearing, rumors of danger have arisen in the form of quiet whispers, as a not quite human being, blending in with the rest of the world is becoming more and more difficult as each day passes but the rest of the supernatural population seem to be too busy fighting with each other over territory and minor squabbles to take notice of any one individual.


In the midst of this, two outcasts have quietly managed to rent an old, large Victorian house on the very outskirts of your city. Nothing out of the ordinary, nobody bats an eye. It all seems perfectly normal.


After a short discussion, it is decided that they will search for more people. People like them. Lonely mythological creatures just trying to survive in a world overrun by humans. To offer safety, company. A sanctuary.


It is entirely up to you if you accept their invitation or not, and although the top hat-wearing weirdo might seem a little pushy, you are free to decline.


But of course, if you chose not to, there will be many an interesting and adventurous situation ahead once you move in! You might find a pack, a place to call your own. A family. Just be sure to mind your manners once moved in, or you might find yourself scolded by the old ghost who owns the place. She can be quite stern.

Spoiler

Hello! Nice to see ya taking an interest.

First of all, this RP will be run by two people, the lovely @Tryss and myself! Anyway! Basically, this RP will focus around seven people, five of which are mythological creatures living together as roommates in the old house, trying to get along and live out each day the best they can. The other two will be hunters, trying their best to clear the city of any 'monsters' as they call them, as well as dealing with their own lives. Each individual has a background explaining why they might find themselves in this situation. It can be anything, really! It's up to you!
As it stands now, this is the list of the characters accepted:


Mythological Creatures:


1. Aleksander (Sasha) Ivkin (Warlock)


2. Nero Montgomery (Alp)


3. Vera Rahgot (Centaur)


4. Auriga Vassily (Fey)


5. Walter Pilot (Siren)


Hunters:


1. Sable Herd (Human)


2. Bell (Draugr)


If you would like to apply, please fill out this form and post it below! Either myself or @Tryss will go through it and seeing as we're both on quite frequently, we'll notify you as soon as possible if you're in or not.


Name:


Species (or hunter):


Age (Both how long your character has been on the Earth and the age your character’s body is):


Sexual Orientation:


Current relationship status:


Appearance:


Employment:


Personality:


Background:


Other:


Writing sample: (Must not be an introduction sample)






- For this RP to work, it will require you write quite a lot. (But that's half the fun, no? ^^) We have a minimum of three paragraphs.


- We're keeping it kind of organized. So if you would like to be a supernatural creature, please chose one that already exists!


- Replies once every other day would be appreciated, though it is perfectly understandable if you sometimes can't. Just give us a heads up about it, so that we don't think you've dropped us.


- If you chose to be a hunter, he or she may be any species you like. ^^


- Triggers are kind of important, and the last thing we want to do is make people uncomfortable. So we ask that you please respect each other, and contact one of the GM's with any troubles and/or topics you would like excluded from the story.


- Providng a writing sample to either myself or @Tryss is necisarry in order to be accepted.


Hope to see you around! ^^

 

[Zylvia]

This sounds really cool Are you guys still accepting?

 

[Cryobionic]

@Zylvia We are, we are. ^^

 

[StoneWolf18]

Seeing as you are accepting, here's my CS

Spoiler

Put. The saddle. Down. Vera

no slide

Appearance

Height


6 ft (2 for the torso, 4 for her lower half)


Weight


850 lbs


General Appearance


Vera's torso holds a thin yet muscular build, angular features, long ebony hued hair, a pale complexion, and soft blue eyes. Her horse half is that of an American Quarter Horse, a solid brown coat with pale hooves and a tail similar to her hair color.

Personal

Personality


Vera's personality is a bit muddled. More often than not, she’s exceedingly intellectual. Having knowledge on subjects she can’t remember learning about yet wouldn’t think twice about correcting you. Not so much for the learning opportunity, yet for the pure humor of comical reactions. Vera is also quite serious, yet that doesn’t mean she hates sarcasm. Trust me, it’s used often.


Then we have a bit of a difference. Vera can be immature, having to making that joke at the wrong time. Sarcastic, as mentioned above. Not often, but when needed she won’t hold back a retort in this manner. A tad antisocial. Not wanting to get involved with unnecessary social interactions. But, once she has warmed up to one you will be sure to have numerous discussions on diverse topics. This make Vera a bit harder to “get used to” than others. Learning how to deal with Vera is a taxing process, although more than one person has succeeded in this.


Background


Vera had an interesting childhood. Firsr with being the child of a single mother due to the current push upon the extermination of anything that doesn't seem remotely human. And when you have the ass of a horse, that's kinda hard. And after constantly moving around and having lost her mother due to a hunting accident (cause it's not bright to be in the woods during deer hunting season) she soon got the invitation to join a few others in a the mannor, she gladly accepted.

Other

Vera dislikes when people try to ride her, it happens more often then one would think.

Writing Sample

Dysis was glad to have started down the hall due to the group asking for Dhalion. Something medical related must’ve been needed but at least they didn’t see her and had no need to follow.


The hall is until, yet she doesn’t want to take any chances by turning on the lanturn. Windows lined the sides of the wall but the cities night lights weren’t doing her any favors. Speaking of which, Dysis realized she had no idea what time it was or how much had passed. But with the constant action, excitement, and doses of adrenaline, she didn’t feel the heavy weight of fatigue or hunger just yet.


Then as she thought the hall could possibly be endless, music. Entering another open room, the motion of bodies as well as tunes so loud it was quite hard to believe that she hadn’t heard it before hand. Brood, winged or not sang joyously. As if trying to overcome one another’s voice with their own, yet despite all odd mix, it was harmonic in a way. The rhythms of many different pieces complementing one another in ways that the fledgling didn’t think possible with the large variety of songs.


But what bothered her was why this was here in the first place. Dysis didn’t really feel a need for celebrating at the moment, if that's what they were doing. Was if for the amount of fledglings they were bringing in? It still amazed her how all the other fledglings were so gullible. Yeah you get eternal youth, wings, possibly magic, and greatly improved physical well being but something of that price is going to have to cost you. And to the brood, that was apparently your humanity as well as freedom. Bloody lovely, aint it? Being a slave to some mysterious being you can’t even see let alone know that they even exist in the first place. But, being here most likely meant you had no choice so….was this really a better option than her old life?


Blinking herself out of an internal rant, Dysis scanned the room and realised she didn’t see a single girl that she recognized. Odd… but there was an exit upon the other side so she decided to enter the room. The planks and beams swayed dangerously under the pressure they were put under though those lost in song held to mind to it as they continued with their song. They did however pay attention to the newcomer.


Trying to drag her in, Dysis tried to continue on her trek, through her mind began to numb. The song’s hypnotic ring embedding itself deep into her mind, the flawless motion of bodies seeming to pull her in the opposite direction. A battle between her will and their merrymaking


The music still rang out clear in her skull as the fledgling lost the war that she had stumbled into.

 

[Tryss]

@StoneWolf18


In this RP these creatures are unknown to the human race, and trying to blend in. Does your character have a way of cloaking herself so people won't notice that she's a centaur?

 

[StoneWolf18]

@StoneWolf18
In this RP these creatures are unknown to the human race, and trying to blend in. Does your character have a way of cloaking herself so people won't notice that she's a centaur?

Hmmm...would the use of magic be allowed?

 

[Tryss]

@StoneWolf18


Absolutely. Sasha could even help her out with that.


If you want to throw around ideas send me a pm


I'm positive we can fit her in, and she may provide a fantastic point of conflict! It'll be very interesting to see where she can take this.

 

[Zylvia]

Name: Auriga Vassily


Species: Fey


Age: Strictly speaking, Auriga is over a century old. Even she herself is unsure as to what the exact number is. After all, keeping count gets tiresome after the first hundred. She grew up in the Winter Court and has only been on Earth for the last seven years. Relative to the human lifespan, Auriga would be in her early twenties.


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Current relationship status: Single (and ready to mingle)


Appearance:


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Auriga's glamour resembles her almost to a T. The only modifications she has made have been to her hair colour, changing it from wispy white to a warm gold. She always wears a crown of flowers. They were a rarity in the Winter Court, a luxury that a third princess could hardly afford.


Her true form, unglamoured, looks something similar to this:


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Employment: A professional photographer


Personality: Being a fey of the Winter Court, Auriga is naturally drawn towards calm and quiet places such as libraries. Her love of reading only fuels this habit. Although she is a far cry from shy, the young fey enjoys solitude and companionable silence. She is patient; rarely anything ever ruffles her feathers. Her temper, once stirred, burns fierce and strong. A flaw many fey possess expresses itself in Auriga as well. For a mythical species with long memories and even longer lives, she is prone to holding grudges.


The young faery loves learning, and blossoms under a lens. A lifetime spent in the Winter Court has rendered her all but immune to the bitter cold. As such, Auriga’s closet consists of almost solely summer clothes. Despite what others have said about her strange quirks, she is not afraid to express herself and defend what she loves. As a fey, she is highly in tune with nature and the emotions of other creatures – particularly if they are running high. This makes Auriga kinder, more understanding, although she can be bluntly honest – sometimes to a fault. Like a blanket of snow, the young faery tends to hide her true emotions behind a mask. She’s careful with her heart and keeps her own closely guarded secrets.


Background: Auriga was born as the third child of the Winter King, making her the third in line to the throne. However, her whole life, rumours have circulated about her true bloodline. Around every corner, the Court whispered and they laughed and they bowed in mockery. A simple whispered magic had proven her doubts true. She was a bastard, a disgrace among the Court. Her father was not the King at all, but a lowly servant only too eager to please his Queen. Angry and betrayed, the King ordered her banished from the Court else her head be on a silver platter. Since then, Auriga has been hiding away on Earth, glamouring herself to blend in with regular humans. Every day, she grows weaker from exposure to iron poisoning. Every day, she longs to return to the home of her childhood – the Winter Court.


Other: To forever remind her of her mother’s treachery, the King had Auriga branded with a seal. In the Fey Realm, it is universally known as the ‘saorga’. On Earth, it means ‘artificial’.


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Spoiler

Writing Sample:


NB: I usually write and roleplay in third person. This was just a convenient sample of my writing style I had available. If you'd like one in third person, please let me know and I'll whip one up!


Silence stretched between us, endless and infuriating. Unable to hold his gaze, I averted my eyes. Overhead, the stars twinkled. It almost seemed as though they were laughing. Laughing at me. Finding pleasure in my humiliation. The ridiculousness of my own thoughts sent shivers crawling up my spine. “God,” I murmur, closing my eyes to the silent mockery of the heavens. “Say something, Caelan. Turn me down, kiss me, tell me I’m a bloody fool… I don’t care. Just say something.”


One. Two. Three beats of my heart before he stirs. The crunch of autumn leaves underfoot is a cacophony in the hushed quiet of the night. I keep my eyes closed. I don’t think I could bear the brunt of his rejection. Not right now. I know that hearing the words themselves will be enough of a blow to bring me to my knees. As if knowing the incoming onslaught of agony, my body breaks out into shivers, quivering pathetically like a loose leaf in the wind. I willed myself back into stillness and felt the brush of his fingertips against my cheeks like pinpricks of fire in the frigid night.


In the next instant, his lips were upon mine, soft and electric and more gratifying than anything I’d experienced in the last year. My eyes snapped open to find his closed tightly, golden lashes barely brushing the smooth curve of his skin. His lips moved against mine, soft and gentle and coaxing and fierce and demanding and filled with the possibility I’d been denying since forever. It took me precious moments before the shock dissolved into movement and response. I moved with his rhythm, reaching to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His arm, strong and steady, snaked around my slender waist, pulling me into him as though he wanted nothing more than to fold me into him. Heat and desire coursed through me, pooling in my body like lava. It seemed like a lifetime before he parted from the home he’d made in my lips.


In the fragile silver light, with dark eyes and kiss-swollen lips, he looked like something that didn’t belong in this mortal world of ours. I didn’t need a mirror to know I looked much the same. In this moment, there didn’t exist anything but ourselves. A gentle pressure told me his hands still rested on my hips.


Wordlessly, we gazed at each other, caught between disbelief and primal longing. He broke the silence first, and I found small comfort in the fact that he didn’t move away.


“You told me to kiss you.” Amusement twinkled in his eyes, momentarily erasing the haunted look he’d been wearing since this war began. “I’ve never been happier to do something I’ve been told. My parents would be proud.”


I laughed. “Maybe I should demand such things more often then.”


His gaze lingered on my lips before he descended, capturing mine like I was the only thing he needed. And in that moment, we forgot the world and the sadness and I let myself believe that I was.

 

[Felicis]

So I have a question: can the species be evil, so to speak? To be more precise, can my character be a basilisk, or a black dog, or other such mythical creatures that are considered evil?

 

[Cryobionic]

@Felicis Yes. You can be whatever species you like as long it is one that already exists, and that has some way of taking on a human appearance.

 

[Felicis]

@Felicis Yes. You can be whatever species you like as long it is one that already exists, and that has some way of taking on a human appearance.

Thanks, I'll be posting my CS in a few minutes

 

[Felicis]

Name: Jace Lester


Species: Siren


Age: 22 Earth years, 100+ Siren years


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.


Current relationship status: Single.


Appearance:

Employment: Musician, usually gives live performances at nightclubs.


Personality: Jace is a generous soul when it comes to love, but don't expect him to stay loyal to you. He is cunning, and is good at convincing others what to do. His personality is flashy and loud - if he's proud of you, he won't hesitate to you off. He likes drawing attention to himself, whether it be good or bad. Jace has a very strong belief that nobody can tell him what's good or not good for him. He likes to be in charge of his life, and that means not playing by the rules. He is very impatient, and hates it when people keep him waiting. His arrogant and selfish nature is masked by his capability to make any woman feel special. He is driven by his love of lust and freedom, and will do anything to experience new pleasures. He is capable of loving a person but will only do so to gain a personal advantage. He doesn't have a kind heart, and when angered, a monster is unleashed. He is stubborn and hates being judged by other people. He is not at all forgiving, and believes himself worth begging for. If a person does not meet his standards, he will simply end up treating them as if they were beneath him.


Background: Jace had a human father and a siren mother. His father left his mother for another woman, and his mother died giving birth to him. Since he was born on a harbor, he was adopted by a merchant who traveled two and fro from Italy to Sicily. Under the apprenticeship of his adoptive father, he learned the ropes and soon became a skilled sailor. On journey across the sea, they came across an island called Anthemoessa. The captain of the ship lost control and their ship crashed into the rocks of the island, killing his father. Jace nearly escaped Death's grasp, and wandered the island for days, grief stricken. He came across a beautiful woman called Molpe, who he soon came to realize was a Siren. Because of Jace's sirenic roots, Molpe was unable to lure him to death with her voice, and instead made him her servant in exchange for sparing his life. Under the pretense of being Molpe's servant, she took him as an apprentice and taught him what he must know to become a true Siren. However, it was against the law to teach anybody who wasn't of pure blood, so Jace was forced to flee his home once he had learnt everything, for the fear of being captured.


Other:


Writing sample:


The wind was crisp, piercing through the fabric of his jacket. The leaves were whipped in the air before settling down, only to be crunched under the feet of the busy population who couldn't afford or avoided using a car. The street was covered in both sides by deciduous trees, their branches bare, a dark contrast against the grayish-white sky of the early winter months. The white vapor released into the air with every exhale of his and the morning's weather report taken in alongside a cup of coffee hinted snow.


He noted the redness on the tips of his fingers as he stuck the key into the lock, shaking it with all his might with his trembling hands. The lock was rusted, it had never been replaced during the stretch of 7 years he had lived in the brick building along with a few others. He heard a satisfying click as the door swung open, and he walked inside, taking in the warmth before hastily shutting the door close for the fear of letting in the chilly air.


He climbed up the concrete steps, his shoes creating a dull thud with every step he took. He was short of breath after climbing the three flights of stairs, and fumbled around his coat pockets looking desperately for a key. His finger groped around miserably in the pockets of the vintage coat until his hand felt the familiar cool metal with the intricate carvings in his inner breast pocket.


Sighing with relief, he jammedthe keys in, and pushed open the door with a kick of his leg, only to find a man, burlap sac on side, with a suit and tie on, holding a warm nozzle of a gun against my forehead.

 

[Idea]

I`d like in. Is there a thread yet or must we just post the sheet here?

 

[Cryobionic]

I`d like in. Is there a thread yet or must we just post the sheet here?

Unfortunately all the spots have already been taken! But thank you for showing your interest.