forum Mansions, Murder, and Mystery || Multi-Fandom RP || CLOSED || 6/6

Started December 03, 2020 by @Cloudy_is_trying_her_best

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Name: Lancelot "Lance" Harrison
Age: 21
Gender/pronouns: Male, he/him
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Lance is hot, and he knows it. His hair, which is supposed to be brown, was bleached a light blonde, with his original color showing at the roots. He has fairly tanned skin, although it's still kinda pale. His eyes are such a piercing blue they seem to glow, and they look right into you. They turn purple when he's using his ability. He leaves his hair messy and down, although sometimes he puts it up in a ponytail at the back of his neck. He rarely smiles, and instead looks as grumpy as possible, but when he does smile, it makes people, guys and girls alike, weak at the knees. He is incredibly good looking. He has a tattoo of lighting on his left shoulder and bicep, that he likes to show off when he's in the mood. He usually has scratches or bruises on him somewhere, due to picking fights with people all the time, and so when he gets a new one, no one is surprised. He's fit and muscular, and about 5'11''. Usually wears something casual. Although Lance doesn't like to wear formal wear, he will if he has to - he knows how "fabulous" he looks in it. His usual outfit is a snug leather jacket, and a t-shirt, usually blank. He wears jeans, too, and sneakers, but he makes sure they're loose enough to move in. A watch, too, and sometimes a ring if he wants to be badass.
Personality: Lance is… special. He is kind of moody, and doesn't usually like to be around people if he can help it. He's kind of arrogant, though, and cares about how other people view him. His appearance, at least. He's kind introverted, but when he talks to people, he is really funny. He has a super dirty mind, which isn't usually shown, unless he trusts you enough. He doesn't trust many people, and thinks they're a nuisance, but when you do earn his trust, he will kill for you. Maybe not die for you, as he loves his life a lot, but he'll kill for you. Unless you're someone super special. Then he'll die for you.
Powers? Superhuman strength, speed, agility, durability and immunity to most diseases - key word most - as well as lightning. He prefers to use his physical abilities, not his lightning, although he doesn't hesitate to use lightning when he feels like he'll lose a fight. His lightning is purple.

(Well, I'm out of characters I can think of using…sooooo she'll work)
Name: Morrigan/Mor (No last name)
Age: technicallllly she's about 535, but she appears in about her early twenties
Gender/pronouns: Female, she/her
Sexuality(optional): we'll go with Bi, she prefers females though
Appearance(an image will work): this is Morrigan
Personality: The type of friend everyone needs. She doesn't take crap from anyone, and she's the one to hype up everyone else. Can be a bit of a smartass, but overall she's really nice. Radiates an air of 'I'm powerful do not mess with me' at all times.
Powers?: only mentions her ability to winnow (Teleport) and have strong truth powers, but it's also known that she can heal and that she is extremely powerful. She just doesn't use her powers often

Alrighty, I believe we're just waiting for Prince to put their character up before we can start.

Character template:
Name: Belle Hatter
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age: 19
Looks: Red hair that is wavy and goes down to her waist, slender, bright blue eyes, pale, long legs but is only 5'3"
Wears: white short crop top, jean jacket, ripped up tight jeans, and checkers vans
Personality: Trust issues, sarcastic, has a big attitude, sassy, pessimistic

(Here we gooo!!)

Cold. Lost. Wet. Ravio was all of these things, and plenty more. Thankfully, the dim bluish-green glow of his rod helped the moon in illuminating a small portion of the forest. It wasn't a whole lot, though, not by a long shot, And the man knew he didn't have enough magic to last for much longer. Where in Lorule was he, anyway? he wondered. Somehow, he got the feeling that he wasn't where he was supposed to be. "I know we're pretty new to this whole adventuring thing, but this is nuts. Right, Sheerow?" Ravio muttered. A muffled chirp sounded from his scarf, where his tiny feathered friend had buried himself when it started raining. Ravio sighed. "I know, buddy. Hopefully this'll let up, or we can find somewhere to–hey!" Ravio nearly jumped into the air when he saw some kind of light in the distance. "That's gotta be something, right? Let's go check it out," he said, quickening his pace.

On the complete other side of what neither of them knew was a mansion, a certain angel was having an even worse time than the merchant was. The thin, white fabric that made up most of his clothing was soaked and cold and stuck to him just like one would expect wet cloth to, his wings were waterlogged and extremely heavy, he was freezing, it was dark, and to top it all off, Lady Palutena wasn't responding to anything at all! Pit wondered if maybe something was wrong with the wreath that served as his communication with the goddess or if something had happened to her. She could be in danger, and he couldn't make sure she was okay because the stupid thing wasn't working! What was he even doing, anyway? "Argh!" he exclaimed in frustration. Actually… what was he doing? He certainly didn't remember going into any weird, dark woods recently. Come to think of it, how long had he been here? He couldn't really remember what he had been doing before this.

The woods don’t like like you really expect them to. They’re less of an oasis from the more chaotic technological world, more a terrifying mess of strange creatures trying to bite your legs off every chance you get. Really, it’s a hell of a mystery why people would visit them voluntarily. But this… this wasn’t voluntary. One moment I was in my office, arguing with Rita over one of her favorite streams. The next, I was in this freezing hellscape of what I could only assume was a forest. I’d seen pictures, of course, but trees were only around by necessity in Old Town so I didn’t really have much of a chance to see what a real forest was like outside of those old picture books Ben kept around when we were kids. I don’t like thinking about Ben much, but he was the first thing that came to my mind, and that thought was accompanied by some pretty righteous anger over the horrible misinformation given to me. Well, life’s never going to be rainbows and sunshine like in picture books, so why even try? My name’s Juno Steel, and I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be here.

I tramped through the woods for about an hour before coming to an old house of some sorts. It was huge, bigger than my apartment complex in Hyperion, made of something sturdy and rough, presumably trees without the bark, and standing at about as high as one of the taller rides in Polaris Park. Taller than the Andromeda ride, certainly, but shorter than… actually, I can’t think of one that’s shorter. I’ve only seen pictures of the park and the place is probably about five times as big as this house, but that’s pretty big and it made me queasy thinking about how high those stone towers circling it must go. I decided to try and find an entrance, reasoning that it was probably better in there than out here and even if it wasn’t, my life had gone to shit as it was, what’s one more disappointment?

Dorian grumbled as he walked through the woods, pulling his coat close. It wasn’t nearly enough to keep out the cold, and he was disgusted by it. Why, of all places, did he have to end up here? He’d gone for a visit in the countryside, went to find a nice forest to walk about in, and then couldn’t find his way out. Well. That was quite the issue for him, but he was going to do his damn best to get out of here before he caught some sort of nasty cold. If you could even do that, as an immortal.

Belle looked around and wondered where she was. She was annoyed that she would just be put in a random place she didn't even like. She thought if you're going to kidnap me at least get me some food. Belle saw a speck of light and headed towards it. She finally got to a clearing and gasped. There was a huge mansion.

I turned around when I heard a loud cracking… tree thingy. What, we didn’t learn about trees much in school! It isn’t my fault for not knowing what everything is called. I turned around and saw a young woman, a little short… actually, about as tall as me, and I’m just a little short for your average lady. So short. We’ve settled on short. Bright red hair, looked a bit confused. As confused as I was, really. “Hey, do you know where we are?” I called out, but my voice was lost and distorted in the pouring rain.

Ravio gasped upon realizing what the light was and quickened his pace even more, eventually reaching the clearing. Two people were there as well. Maybe they could help somehow? "Hi," he greeted with a small wave as he approached the older one, putting his rod back in its sheath. He didn't want them to think he was threatening them. "I'm guessing this isn't your house, huh? I mean, why would you be outside in this weather if it was?"

Juno shrugged. “I definitely don’t know whose house this is, and even if I did, I probably wouldn’t know why we we brought to it… if the house is where we’re supposed to go, even.” he said, tone a little dark. “But if you want inside, I think I’ve found the door.” he shouted out to the man.

Dorian was at his wit’s end. He’d been trudging through this forest for hours, and now here was a very likely haunted mansion, lights flickering in the distance. He always assumed the worst, it was what he did. He liked making pessimistic assumptions, he was often right.

Belle turned to them, "No I don't know where we are. But I think we should go in. I'm just offended whoever kidnapped me put me in a icky forest instead of that mansion." Belle flipped her hair out of her face. She then sighed and started walking towards the mansion.