Fantasy Runaway - 1x1 Wyosch & Beauty_Belle

[Wyosch]

RUNAWAY
OC1 is a demon prince on the run. Son of satan himself, due to take over one day. But he doesn’t want that, so he ran away to earth. He’s been on the run for a long time, and one day, his running brings him to a small town where he hopes to blend in. OC2 lives in this town. She’s a normal human girl— so she thinks. OC1 can sense that there is something different about her. As he tries to investigate, the tracker demons catch up to him, and he’s forced to grab OC2 and go back on the run. How will they deal with each other?​

 

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Ashley Benson
22
5'3​

 

[Wyosch]

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DAMON MORT
25

human appearance

Tall - 6'1
Well-Built
Green Eyes
Dark Blonde/Dirty Blonde Hair

Demon Appearance

8'2
Dark Blue-Purple Skin
Silver Symbols on Chest & Arms
Long Horns
Huge, bat-like wings
Glowing white Eyes (however in human form his eyes sometimes appear entirely black instead of white - when choosing to use his demonic powers, else his eyes are green - because he's depowered)

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Arianna

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"It's been a long fucking night." Arianna snatched the broom and dustpan from the corner in the kitchen, heading right back out of the door and to her section. She'd never hated sweeping carpet until she had this job. But everyone's wants for wood flooring went unheard by the manager, who was cheap and didn't want to spend more money than he had to. So they were all stuck sweeping french fries and napkins off of the carpet in the meantime. Groaning a little to herself as she realized she was going to have to move the entire table, she sighed and set the broom and dustpan aside to do so.

She was ready to go. She had been at the bar/restaurant since it opened at ten that morning, and it was going on ten PM. Working doubles wasn't an uncommon thing here, especially since people called out so often. But Arianna didn't mind, she was usually the first person called when someone dipped out on a shift. She took them 99% of the time, needing the money to pay for her run down apartment in the ghetto ass neighborhood that she called home.

Some thirty minutes or so later, she had finally gotten her tips for the night and cleaned her section completely. She double counted her money before stuffing it into her apron, grabbing her light jacket from her locker. She walked through the bar, not saying a word to anybody as she exited the front doors to the outside world. Shivering, she pulled her jacket on, though it was a bit colder outside than she'd originally thought it would be. Starting off on the walk towards her neighborhood, she hugged herself, hunched over slightly to protect herself from the wind.

Her work clothes consisted of a pair of khaki pants and a black wifebeater tank with the bars logo (11:11) emblazoned on it. A pair of tennis shoes and her jacket completed the outfit, along with her typical work messy bun. She glanced around as she walked, hoping that she could make the walk quickly tonight.

Tags: Wyosch

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[Wyosch]

DAMON MORT

Being a demon was great. Being the son of the one and only devil himself, Satan - also known as Lucifer - was even better!
It was amazing how everyone thought Satan was the bad one, and that hell was so bad. Obviously how the bible and other legends and myths portrayed demons made their image worst.
All in all they weren't all too bad though.

Then again, who was Damon kidding?
Demons were the rudest assholes he'd ever met, and especially his father wasn't a saint. Obviously though-
Hell sucked, too. All those demons doing whatever they wanted, killing and abusing just for the sake of it - those weren't thing Damon was incredibly fond of.
After his father had mentioned Damon having to take over Hell after his 25th birthday, the latter hadn't thought long about his decision to flee.
A runaway.

His father wouldn't mourn, he wasn't even able to, and he'd probably have found a new heir to the throne in no time.
That's what Damon had hoped.

His father however did mourn, and he would find Damon even if it'd be the last thing to do.
Thus Lucifer had send down Tracker Demons to Earth to hunt Damon down.
Satan's son had been able to send them into all the wrong directions, but there somehow was always one able to find him, and even though Damon usually got rid of them pretty quickly so they wouldn't be able to tell the other trackers about his location - he had a feeling it wouldn't take long anymore before they'd all know where to look for him.


Damon had been wandering the streets of a little village, trying not to attract too much attention to himself - especially since his clothes were ragged and his entire body was wounded, especially his face looked extremely bad - from an earlier encounter with one of the demon trackers. Even though most of his wounds healed themselves out of nowhere, there were always some that needed to be looked at as they were too deep for his demon abilities to take care off.
Human obviously didn't really believe in demons, excepting some really religious ones, or those that watched too many of those lame horror movies/shows - and they all weren't too fond of seeing other humans bleeding. Now with Damon having to hide in plain sight, thus having to take on his human form, he had to make sure nobody would see him wandering around like this - or else they might get the stupid idea to try and help him.

This particular night, Damon had been feeling strange all evening.
And not only because of the encounter with the tracker demon, but mainly because his demon senses were acting quite weird, as if trying to warn him for something. Perhaps they were trying to tell him something important, but in all honesty Damon just decided to ignore his gut as he didn't want to get into trouble.
Getting into trouble meant attracting attention, and that was something he really didn't want to do.

Sorry my reply isn't as fancy as yours, I suck at coding! Hope you don't mind​

 

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Arianna

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Arianna drew her jacket tighter around her chest as she walked, wondering how the weather could be so deceivingly warm during the day and unforgivingly cold at night. She kept her head mostly down, although looked up and around every so often, wanting to know who or what might be around. The walk was usually a quiet one, and tonight shouldn't be any different.

The blonde rounded a corner, happening to look up and spot a figure not too far from her. Her steps faltered, though not because of him alone-- it was because of his appearance. It was obvious he'd been through hell and back, and her first instinct was to run to protect herself. There was no telling what kind of danger or threat he posed. Realizing she'd stopped walking, she glanced around, noticing that there wasn't anyone else around.

Her eyes fell back onto the figure, but her feet wouldn't cooperate and start moving again. He was approaching, getting closer and closer, and she was just standing there like an idiot. The closer he got, the worse he looked. Cuts and bruises and dried blood, all wrapped up into one, especially on his face.

"Are you okay?" The words escaped her lips before she could stop them, and she mentally cursed at herself. What if he's a killer? She snapped, forcing herself to remain where she was and not run and give him an excuse to give chase.

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