forum RP with @Serpentess (OxO closed)

Started Jan 18 by Deleted user

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(Alright. Here it is)

Name: Phalakros Korax (just call him Phalakros)
Age: Many, many millennia old. Still appears quite young
Race/Species: Ahkrethian/Red Raven Strangling (Ahkrethians are carnivorous reptilian humanoid shapeshifters with elven-like faces. Red Ravens are an extinct avian humanoid race with a legendary past. ‘Strangeling’ is the Ahkrethian term for ‘half-breed’)
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black, shoulder-length (he has dark feathers that naturally grow in his hair)
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 265 lbs.
Basic Personality: Nervous wreck with a golden heart. Very loyal, but easy to frighten. Has moments of surprising boldness. He’s also paranoid, and hallucinates.
Other: He is less powerful than most Ahkrethians, and thus lacks some of their natural abilities. He is still a shapeshifter, but he can only morph into a Great Cormorant.
—He was genetically mutated in the past by a parasitic creature, and has a dark alter-ego that absolutely terrifies him as a result. He also has some extra abilities that typically only work while he’s frightened. However, these abilities are involuntary.
—Pic of him from Heroforge. It’s not exact, but it’s close enough.

Name: Sylvia Forest

Age: 23

Race/Species: human

Eye Color: Emerald Green

Hair Color: Black with silvery white streaks

Height: 6’0

Weight: 135 lbs. (idk?)

Basic Personality: She is very outgoing and is very emotional. She usually lets her actions speak louder than her words. At first, she may come off as seductive, villainous, and maybe insane, but she is really childish inside.

Other:

-She lives alone in an abandoned, hidden castle in the forest, that she rarely leaves. She loves collecting and using weapons and loves experimenting with potions.

-Her powers are creating and controlling plants, reading minds (sort of), controlling pain and healing, communicating with snakes, levitating, and can shapeshift into a black cobra with aventurine green spots. Snake Pic

-Pic of Sylvia (both of the girls shown are Sylvia)

-She wears a golden snake collar on her neck, that can become a real snake. (She named him Sylvester.) Snake Collar/Sylvester Pic

-She had to fix her voice after accidentally messing with a potion that made her voice sound high pitched and obnoxious. (Kinda like a female villain from a nickelodeon kids show.) She lived with it for a while but grew tired of people (and snakes) mention it. After getting many treatments and potions, she now has a seductive voice and has an occasional lisp (kinda like a snake hiss, it mainly shows whenever she says something with an "s")

(Sorry if it’s vague. I’m half asleep writing this)

Phalakros wandered through the trees, his eyes flicking around repeatedly. Every noise made him jump, and every corner or crevice seemed to hold more shadows than they should. The moon didn’t even help, instead making things worse.

The sensation of something watching him haunted him. He hated the feeling, but it persisted for seemingly no reason.

He wanted to get out, out of the strange trees, out of the nighttime shadows, out of the terrifying unfamiliarity around him. A whisper in the distance caught his attention and he whimpered. He couldn’t tell if it was real or imagined.

(Don't worry, it's fine. Mine looks pretty rushed too, ngl.)

Sylvia walked through the forest she knew and loved, humming a waltz she heard a while ago. The young lady loved how the moonlight shone eerily through the trees. Suddenly, Sylvie heard a rustling of bushes and twigs snapping a few feet away from her, she turned her head.

She didn't see anyone, but she turned on her magic, "Anyone who is 1,000 yards or less away from me," she whispered to herself. She placed her palm on the first tree she saw; the tree glowed a vibrant green aura as she touched it.

Sylvia then unsheathed her sword and stabbed the tree, anyone 1,000 yards or less away from her would feel as if someone had stabbed them in the stomach internally. She pulled out her sword and stabbed the tree again, for good measure. Then, she levitated a few feet off of the ground and listened carefully for the sound of anyone shouting in pain or even falling to the floor.

(Grin)

A green light caught his attention and Phalakros froze, shaking in terror. Then, piercing agony shot through his gut and he gasped, doubling over. Before he could even recover, the pain hit him again and he whined, collapsing to his knees.

Maroon tears welled in his eyes and he curled up, arms wrapped tightly around his abdomen. He whimpered occasionally.

He didn’t know how, or why, he was in such horrible pain. Nor did he know what to do about it. He was helpless, utterly, utterly helpless. And, it terrified him even more.