forum will come up w/ a cool title later // OxO, back after almost a year so lets get back to it

Started February 15, 2021 by @Desvelarse pets

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What's poppin, I am back after almost a year hahaha. I think I became inactive in around July? That was due to personal reasons, and just the fact that I lost motivation. But now, after starting college, getting my wisdom teeth out, and gaining my motivation back, I am ready to get back into writing!

So I'm not picky at all on the subject matter of what we write. I'm still fairly experienced, and can work with anyone! Message me here or DM me if you are interested in coming up with a storyline with me.

Note: will probably be 16+ for various reasons

May I?

Hey, of course! Any specific genre you work best with?

Yay! I tend to work with fantasy, romance, sci-fi, anything that's really not 'modern-day' or horror, but I can really work with anything.

ok ok, cool! we can definitely figure something out then. do you have any characters you’d prefer to use?

Eh, nope not really! I tend to just pick a character based on the plot, or summon a new one from my mind for the rp :D If you have any you like, we can work around them, or the other method I use is both of us just throw out as many ideas as we can think of and pick one from there.

Well, I have a couple of characters to base ideas around. I have a mentally ill serial killer with a hero complex, a wild natured cartel heir who doesn't want to be in the place he's in, a reaper with a strained moral compass, a witch who is experiencing something like hauntings, a retired army soldier w a fucked up leg and a sweet service dog, and a character that I haven't developed too much yet, but he's laid back and has a pet snake so that's kind of interesting. Those are the main characters that I work with, but I could come up with anything else, really

Oh gosh, I love them all, but the serial killer, cartel heir, reaper, and soldier stand out the most. Any in particular you prefer?

Hm, I would probably want to use the reaper or the soldier. Any preference?

I do think the reaper is standing out the most, but if it does come to it, we could always start another rp with the soldier if this goes well? Anyway, past that, what are you thinking for plot? And template or no?

Yeah, sure! We can do a template if you want, I already have one made up for my character because there is a decent amount of lore behind reapers. We could do a couple different plots. We could do where the two characters meet randomly and get to know each other that way. We could also do where your character binds (i’ll explain that in the template) the reaper to them to be able to use the reaper to heal or harm people. Or we can do anything else that you think of

Sure! any of the plots sound good to me, it's your choice :) What setting are we using?

Ok I just had an idea. So my character was around during the time when "witches" were being persecuted, and he was captured and the people attempted to burn him at the stake for being a "witch" (the template will explain why it didn't kill him). We could set it right after that happening, and my character takes shelter with yours?

Ooo that sounds really fun! Would my character be a ‘witch’ or just a regular person? Also, romance, yay or nay?

Your character could be either, whichever you prefer! And we can do romance. My character is a male who is pansexual, so he can vibe with anyone

Perfect :D anything else we need to discuss with the plot? Or are characters our next priority?

I think plot is good and we can move onto characters! I already have my characters sheet made up, I have have to find it haha

Ok! I’ll probably wait to get my character up until I see yours, if that’s alright?

Yeah! Here is my character. Because a lot of his history does talk around the time of the witch trials, we can push that back so he had been alive for the number of years before the witch trials, and the things that are listed there are things he would be going through during the rp

Name: Thatcher Wain.
Age: 813 years old, though in human years would be considered about 21-23.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Pansexual, leaning heavily towards being attracted to males.
Race: Caucasian, appears to be of French descent.
Species: Reaper (planning on revealing more about this throughout the RP, but some basics are that he has a tattoo of a scythe that forms into an actual one in a ribbon/shadow like manner. He cannot kill/heal anyone he likes, only those who are deemed sever sinners/“saints” whos names appear on a small piece of paper. He is not immortal, and can be injured by any normal means though death would require drowning or by the same material that his weapon is made of. They are also able to morph into a group of birds to allow them to travel fast to get to targets, but that makes them much more vulnerable and susceptible to any forms of harm and death).
Appearance: (based off of https://www.instagram.com/shane.emmerson/ during the period of when he had his hair dyed white/platinum blonde). Has a scythe tattoo on his upper and inner right forearm, various scars across his skin from past injuries, and most notably, a large group of burn scars on almost his entire back and parts of his sides/ribcage. He stands at around 6'4 with a toned and slender build. Clothing wise, he is usually dressed professionally (as all Reapers are required to do) with a black button down top, black slacks, black dress shoes, and a black trench coat. On a more casual note, he would usually wear any color of sweatshirts and joggers with a pair of sneakers. with both of those outfits, he usually wears various silver rings, silver necklaces/chains, and different earrings. Bird wise, he is able to morph into a murder of crows.
Personality: More on the ambiverted sided of the spectrum. He is easy to talk to when first meeting, and while it takes a bit for him to open up and get deep, after doing so, he can freely be chatty and honest. He tends to be polite to most (except those he is sent to kill) and can almost seem motherly at times, He appears to be intimidating, but it is much more of an act, as he is really a kind hearted and tender individual under the façade he puts up. He tends to be more dominant with most, taking lead of conversation and other things, but under the right circumstances, he is comfortable being more relaxed and submissive with others. He is protective and clingy with his loved ones, and when his loyalty and trust is gained, he tends to be a 'ride or die' type of individual.
Likes: Nature, birds, Nike (more on her below), silver items, close friendships and other relationships, and listening to other's stories.
Dislikes: Deep water, sinners, his 'job', large flames, and car rides.
Hobbies: Running, going on hikes, and reading about history.
Bio: Thatcher first came into existence around 800 years ago. Around 500 years ago, he was caught up in the Witch trials, and because people believed him to be a witch, those people caught him and tried to burn him at the stake (causing the burn wounds on his body). When that didn't work, they attempted to drown him, but he escaped and left to heal from his wounds and trauma. During that time (around 400 years ago), he came across an abandoned, runt of the litter hell hound. He took in the starving pup and raised her until the present. He gave her the name Nike. He found that she could morph into a person (seeming normal and human instead of the hound with three heads). Currently she is considered to be around 13 in human years, and he considers her to be almost a daughter to him. In current times, he resides in the area he was assigned to find and dispose of those who have committed horrifying sins against others around them (ex: mass murders, sex trafficking, and child molesting).
Other: He isn't easily identified by those around him, and seems to be close to human by appearance. On a different note, when Nike is in her hound state, those who would be considered human cannot see her with the naked eye, but she can be seen by all in her human state.

(So, this is taking place during a time similar to the time of the witch trials, right? Just so I can try to find something for Sammyboy to wear?)
Name: Samuel McCoy
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi but very much closeted
Race: Human, plain ol' human
Appearance: Samuel has dark brown, almost black hair that is kept long, just above his shoulders. He usually keeps it tied back against his neck, or in a bun, away from his face. He also has vivid green eyes, and fair skin that's speckled with freckles and scars alike. Sam stands at about 5'11, built lanky and thin with an equally as sharp face. He has a sharp jawline, and a slim nose, and a thin scar right along his jawline.
Personality: Fun and easygoing, Sam is an easy person to befriend. Heavily on the extroverted side, he's usually the life of the party, though he rarely is one to display PDA. In private, he's clingy, and his love language is without a doubt, touch. If he could be constantly touching someone, he'd be more than happy.
Hobbies: Riding, being out in the woods.
Bio: Sam is the oldest of six children, but the only one who currently resides where he lives. His siblings are as follows: Lillian (21), Joseph (19), Emily (19), David (16) and Amelia (14). Both his mother and father are alive, they live up north in a large manor, thanks to his father's career as a merchant. He owns a small shop as well as is a up and coming merchant, though neither job is something he loves. More TBD
Other: Has an irrational fear of frogs, though he won't admit it.

(Also, sorry it took so long, what do you think of him?)

(Sorry this is coming so late today, I had a friend come stay with me for the weekend so I have been very busy! But here is the starter)

Nike was having a bit of a hard time with Thatcher at the moment. The hellhound was trying to tug Thatcher away from where the town had been and away into a field. Everything had happened so fast. People in the town came for them. Thatcher made her hide under the floorboards in a little cubby in their home. He went willingly, not being able to cause any harm to any of the people. That would have gotten him in a lot of trouble with the Counsel. It was better to let the people in the town do what they wanted. They could not kill him- they did not know how. He would have to deal with it for the time being.

Thatcher had been beat, tied to a stake, and had a fire lit under him. After the crowd cleared and there was only a guard or two left to dispose of him- if he had died- Nike could not stand to hide anymore. She had shifted into her three headed, large hell hound form. She attacked the guards, and the men had never seen her coming because they were only human. She had put out the fire and gotten Thatcher down from the stake. He was extremely weak, his back scorched from the flames and covered in burns. He had bruises on various parts of his body, as well as a broken rib or two.

Now, she was growing exhausted. Thatcher was large and heavy, leaning most of his weight against her large body. Nike needed a short break. She stopped walking, Thatcher holding onto her as she sank to a sit. While he was resting on the ground, she went back into her human form. She looked like a young girl, most likely a preteen. She had dark skin and big brown eyes, and long hair that was put into box braids. She wore a black, loose fitting dress that almost looked like sleepwear, and was barefooted. There were tears stained on the girls cheeks and in her eyes. "I just need a little break, I'm sorry," she said, catching her breath as there was a tremble in her voice. Thatcher's pale eyes cracked open to squint at her, and he grunted softly as he tried his best to keep sitting up as his back strung severely.

(Quite sorry it took me so long to respond…I have finals coming up in the next week for school, so I've been quite busy studying and making sure I'm ready for those)

Samuel frankly hated witch burnings. Even with a trip to a neighboring city, it was no secret when he returned that there had been one. The smell of burnt hair and skin was in the air, and he was sure it wouldn't dissipate for at least another day. Sighing, he pulled on a smile, waving at a neighbor as he led Argus, his horse, to his shop.

His shop sat near the middle of town, by the town center, and his home was right above, complete with a small stable to keep Argus in the back. They were neat little spaces, tidy and well-loved, but small, though he wasn't complaining. He liked his home, it served as somewhere to go back to at the end of the day, and it held all of his possessions.

He kept a small smile on his face while he walked, winding through the streets as the smell of a fire slowly got more intense. The one downside of his home was how close it was to where burnings took place. He was right around the corner from where the pyre was usually built. After the many years he had lived here though, it didn't bother him much, and so he didn't even wrinkle his nose as he passed the smoking wood, though the lack of a body did make him pause momentarily. Scanning the area, he frowned, but continued on. It wasn't his place to wonder what had happened, and having sympathy for whoever the poor soul was would lead him nowhere except burning as well.

(It's all good, I totally understand! Good luck on the finals!)

After a minute longer of resting, Nike shifted back to her large hound form. She nudged Thatcher up, and continued on. They eventually reached a small, run down barn on the outskirts of the field. She guessed that it belonged to someone in the town, but it looked like no one had been there in a while. She pulled Thatcher inside and set him down towards the back on a thick patch of hay. Thatcher groaned quietly in pain as he rested down, and Nike, shifted to look human once again.

"I need to leave you here for a minute, ok? I need to get us food and water… Maybe I can steal medicine or something," she breathed, her bottom lip trembling. Thatcher simply nodded his head as he rested his eyes shut, feeling exhausted. Reapers had no need for sleep, but he felt like he was overdue for a long nap.

Nike hopped up and hurried in the direction of the town. People did not know she was closely related with Thatcher, so she should be ok to grab some things for him. The smell of burnt flesh let her know that she was close, and her eyes watered a tad. When she emerged into the town, she looked around quickly. She would have to bed for food and water, as she usually did. It was much easier for her to do so because of her being a little girl and all. She did look poor and dirty, and that added onto how people felt pity for the little "orphan" child they saw.

She was startled when a horse almost collided with her when she was not paying attention. She yelped in a way and stumbled backwards, eyes big. She knew the horse could probably sense something malicious with her. All animals could recognize that she was also some sort of animal, and usually acted strange around her. "S-Sorry, mister!" she apologized quickly.

Samuel was only a little ways away from his home when he felt Argus spook, hearing an accompanying yelp from someone. Instantly, his eyes widened and he looked to see who he had almost ran into. Argus snorted and stopped as he did, backing away from a little girl, the person he assumed had almost been ran into.

"Woah, easy," He said, holding his horse still as he looked to the girl. "I'm quite sorry about that," He started, genuine concern on his face, "Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?"

The girl looked homeless, raggedy and dirty, and in desperate need of food. It didn't take Samuel long to decide that he was going to help her. Even if Argus hadn't almost run into her, he would've decided to help her anyway. Maybe she had been a child of one of the burnt witches.

Argus snorted and pawed at the ground as he was forced to stand still, wary of the girl. The large horse seemed scared of her, or at least uneasy, that could be seen just through how he refused to stand still, and how he barely listened to Samuel's command to stay put.

Nike looked up at the male and his large horse from where she stood. The horse was startled by her, for a good reason, and she resisted the urge to growl at it. But this interaction could be good for her and Thatcher- she would just have to ignore the horse the best that she could.

“I’m ok! It didn’t hit me or anything,” she started, her voice high pitched but almost having a sort of growl to it. That could have been mistaken for a sore throat, but considering she was a hell hound, it was how she always sounded.

She looked up at the male on the horse, her eyes big. She had mastered the ‘puppy dog eyes’ look- partly because of how young she was and her being a dog, essentially. “Do you happen to have any spare food or water? I lost my mama, and I haven’t had anything to eat or drink since yesterday morning,” she said in a tone dripping with anxiety and upset. That was a lie. She had caught a rabbit that morning before everything got bad.

Samuel relaxed slightly when he heard that she hadn’t been hurt, nodding in response to her question. “I don’t have anything with me right now…but I live right over there,” He started, pointing to his shop, “I’m heading there now, and I’m sure I can get you something to eat while we try to figure out where your mother is.”

Argus snorted again, stepping away from the girl before Samuel sighed and tugged him still again, adding in with a gentle smile, “Sorry about Argus by the way, usually he’s an incredibly nice horse.” Argus seemed to understand his words, pawing at the ground again as he eyed the girl warily.

Samuel studied the girl carefully, sure that she wasn’t a threat. Even if she was, he would never tell her to go away without food. He had been on the receiving end of situations like this, and he knew just how thankful he had been whenever someone had helped.