forum The Hunt

Started June 18, 2019 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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The house that the address pointed to was quite impressive, clearly belonging to a noble. The home itself was part of a cul-de-sac with other equally large homes with well-kept yards and fountains of various urinating angels and small children. Guinevere had never seen anything like this before, the fountains seeming especially strange. The huntress warily walked down the cobblestone path of the center house, painted bright blue and four stories tall.

Who even needs something this big? Who needs a peeing child fountain?! she thought as she reached for the doorbell.

The door flew open before her finger touched the button. "HELLOO THERE!" someone bellowed from within. Guinevere nearly fell off of the porch with fright. A slight man in a three-piece tuxedo ran to the opened door and extended his hand. "You must be looking for the job, yes?" he asked.

"Um… Yes?" she replied as more of a question than a statement, taking the small man's hand within hers and shaking it slightly.

"Ooh, strong grip! I like it!" the eccentric fellow marveled.

I barely grabbed your hand! the huntress thought to herself while plastering on a smile she hoped didn't look too nervous. He wasn't a dead fish, but it was like trying to shake the hand of a small cat without hurting it.

"Please, please. Come out of the rain!" the man said, leading her along. The front door was opened by a manservant who was standing behind it. "Jameson! Please take the young woman's umbrella!"

A pale-faced gorilla of a man gingerly received the wet umbrella and placed it within a can by the door. He was also wearing a suit, but it didn't have nearly as many frills on the shirt. There was a small scar on his cheek and a glower in his face that suggested he had to deal this this man every day. He silently followed behind Guinevere and the man as she was lead into a massive, velvet-covered living room with a roaring fireplace.

"Please, sit!" the man implored, pointing to an overstuffed couch about ten feet away from the fireplace. As she sat down, the wood groaned under her weight as she sank into the plush cushion. Fortunately, the noise was disguised under the louder groan as Jameson scooted a gigantic, overstuffed, velvet-covered armchair that clearly was designed to fit someone like him. As the man sat, he laces his fingers together and leaned forwards.

"My name is Sir Arthur Jackson GELL-der," he said, emphasizing the pronunciation of his last name. "About this job…"

((Sorry, took a little too long (´；ω；`) ))

Name: Asawin “Asa” Nirankarn

Age: Physical appearance of someone in his twenties but has lived through at least five centuries

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bi

Shipping?: Sure, why not?

Appearance: He has three main forms; one humanoid, one not even close to being humanoid and one which is a mix of both.

1. His humanoid form
   He’s 5’11”. He often wears a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt inside. He has silver colored eyes and shiny white, messy hair. He has a scar down the left side of his face to which it ends at his neck. He wears eye glasses because of his eye sight problems. He wears pants with flat fronts most of the time and finally, black leather shoes.
2. His semi-humanoid form
   He would still have the clothing mentioned in his human form, but with the additions of metallic scales, silver bladed wings, a tail with a sharp end which is two and a half meters long, a set of metal-like teeth that replaced his normal ones and finally, his left arm would become a giant blade. Of course, his right arm is still normal, thankfully.
3. His ‘no longer human’ form
   When his clothes rip, his scales will enlarge and will cover most of his body to where only his head remains… somewhat human. He can now grow up to three tails. His wings will become sharp enough to basically cut a human in half as if they were butter through a hot knife. His chest would have looked like a dragon’s head by this point and his eyes would turn from silver to crimson; the darker the crimson, the more powerful he will be. He will now be immune to magic based attacks and will only receive damage from physical based attacks. His left hand would now have become a dragon head shaped cannon and his right hand would be a claw which was still usable as a hand.

Personality: Asawin basically enjoys everything in life. He’s pure but he’s not naive. He’s optimistic but not overoptimistic. He likes to listen to other people’s stories and spend quality time with those who he likes. He enjoys snuggles… very much. Though this doesn’t mean he won’t kill anyone, he was indeed born to kill. He will kill for three reasons only; one, they hurt someone he likes, two, they hurt him and/or three, they’ve sinned to the point where hell was one step away from them.

Race: Phantom (and somewhat a Cyborg-Dragon hybrid), he will explain what is a Phantom if someone asked him

Weapon of Choice: A Sword or a Lance. This varies depending on which form he is in; if he’s in his humanoid form, he would wield a lance, in the other forms, he would wield a sword.

Background: Asawin is from a group of entities known as The Mythical Warriors from a place he refers to as TSL (guess what that stands for). He will slowly reveal more about himself as the story goes on, maybe he will reveal a thing or two about where he’s from as well.

Other: Fun Fact; Asawin means “Knight” and Nirankarn means “Eternity or Eternal” in the Thai language. So his name’s literal translation is either ”Eternal Knight” or ”Knight of the Eternity”. And yes, even though he is an international character, he speaks fluent English.

Amidst the rain, a shadowy figure clearly in a cloak was away running from three other people behind him. He turned back to fire rays of energy from his arm at them to which they reacted to aggressively. The shadowy figure ended up near a barn, one which seemed almost… ancient to say the least. He spotted no one and sighed under their heavy breathing.
Finally, a good place to hide from these idiots… he thought to himself, pressing down on one of the three men who followed him with his foot until their head broke from their neck. He then set foot towards the seemingly abandoned barn.

Jidhr froze as he heard someone approaching the barn, quickly crouching back inside a small closet, moving a couple large barrels in front of him as there was no door. He drew a couple raindrops in with him, molding them into different shapes and sizes in his hands as he waited.

Asawin examined the exterior of the barn before walking in. He spotted that somethings were moving as if something or someone touched them.
Someone’s still living here? he thought to himself before walking in.
“Hello?” He asked in a relatively loud voice, making sure his voice can be heard anywhere in the barn.

They don't sound too sure of themselves, Jidhr noted, eventually moving a barrel aside and stepping out, the water cradled in his hand. "Who are you?" He asked.

Before anything else, Asawin noticed the water in the man’s hand.
“Just a random magic user like you perhaps?” He said to the water magician in front of him.

"Oh. So…you're not one of the hunters?" Jidhr asked cautiously, looking him over. He could probably kill him in a fight, he knew, but he hoped that wouldn't happen.

“… yes and no. I am a hunter but I hunt the hunters that are hunting people like us. Phew, that was a mouthful” Asawin laughed a little at the last part. Examining the man in front of him, Asawin was afraid that the water magic this man can use might make parts of his body rusty, though that was unlikely.

"Oh. Okay. So you're not going to kill me?" Jidhr asked, raising an eyebrow, his body still tense.

“Why would I? We are on the same side after all” he gave a soft smile pass the cloak to assure the magician in front of him.

Jidhr gave the smallest smile back, relaxing and sitting down again, releasing the water on the ground, where it quickly started to soak into the dirt.

Asawin’s ears raised slightly at the sound of a twig being stepped on behind the water magician. He glanced behind the man to see a cloaked hunter sneaking up behind the man with a knife in his hand. He shook his head, turning his left hand into a small dragon head shaped cannon and fired straight at the hunter’s head.
The hunter fell immediately to the ground with a hole through his forehead.
“Idiot can’t even walk without making a single noise…” he said as his hand turned back to normal. He had a sheathed lance attached to his back which was finally revealed when he took off his cloak.

Jidhr's eyes widened and he quickly whipped around, pausing for a moment before returning his eyes to Asawin. "Who…okay, who are you?"

“If you want a name you can call me by, it’s Asawin, Asawin Nirankarn or you could just call me Asa. I also go by the alias of The Ancient Knight…” the man stated with a smirk as he looked at the corpse behind the water magician.
“Poor him, he just wanted money and got himself killed. They need to be stronger than this if they want those golden pieces” he jokingly said as his hand turned into a small dragon head cannon again, firing at the roof above him. A man fell down from above, landing in front of him.
“As I was saying…”

"Okay. Yeah. Asa." Jidhr nodded, looking around in the worry that there were definitely more of them around. "Thanks…I guess."

“Since we’re kinda at it, your name please?” He asked, stepping down the hunter’s head in front of him. He unsheathed his lance and pierced the corpse in front of him.

Danny suddenly appears in a swirl of light-sucking, black smoke in front of Jidhr and Asa. He has his Scythe in hand and his Cloak on, but the hood down.
"Crap, wrong place." He says, frustrated.
He notices the two people and immediately pulls his hood up before they can get a good look at his face.
"Uh oh, I might have to kill you." He sighs, raising his Scythe menacingly.