forum Murder Mystery (for lack of a better title...) // Private rp

Started July 20, 2019 by @ElderGod-kirky group

tune

@thighighcrocs-will-be-spotty-for-a-week
get yo ass over here, it's time to kill some people and give a poor boy a friend

Fuck yeah bitch. Temp?

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Lotta things. Might take me a hot sec

Yeah, it's gonna take me a while to get it all done

Name: Fenris Ruza
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 6'7
Weight: 192-ish
Figure/build: His build s sneither bulky nor thin, but rather a good in-between befitting an agile but powerful assassin
Skin color: Fair
Hair color: Dark silver leaning towards black at roots. See here for more detail. And yes, I'm aware that it's a girl's hair, but finding male hair is difficult and I'm lazy.
Hairstyle: Think typical anime-type hair that falls into the guys' eyes. See here for more realistic look. Messy but super soft.
Eye color: Metallic silver in non-blind eye, milky white in blind eye
Other Features: His one eye is blind with a sealed "crack" in it from his battle with his rival. The wound healed when he was resurrected, but not enough for him to regain his sight. Sharp edges, narrow eyes, pointed ears.
Tattoos: This Hellhound tat on his inner forearm. And this little gem on his opposite shoulder.
Piercings/jewelry: Dog tag necklace with a moon stamped onto it. It allows him to change between mortal and Hellhound form.
Scars/distinguishing marks: He has a huge scar on his back indicating that he "belonged" to a certain assassin's guild. He also has another prominent scar over his damaged eye. Of course, being an assassin, he has other scars as well.
Preferred style of clothing: I mean, whatever fits him, tbh. He's too tall to be picky, so…sweats?
Personality: Pretty chill dude with a messed up past and a lot of self-loathing. To make up for his mistakes in the past, he tries to help whoever he can in this life. People typically fear Hellhounds—and for good reason—but he is one of the few benevolent hounds that are willing to pop in and help whoever is brave enough to ask. Quiet and reserved, he's generally easy to get along with, as he doesn't clash much with any personality types. Often described as "soft" due to his gentle demeanor but in a good and loveable way.
Background: I already told you, so I don't think that info dump needs to be repeated…
Magic: Hellfire! Basically, when he's in his hound form, he can manipulate hellfire to his will. His hellfire was specifically created by the "Keeper" to slowly and painfully eat through flesh and souls. If it touches you, just…you're dead. There's an extremely slim chance of surviving hellfire, and if you do, then congrats, you're now immune. Is being dead/resurrected a magic ability?

Name: Emilia Voxx
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 5’5
Weight: 100 or so, sometimes less
Figure/build: Underweight, typically looks like she hasn’t eaten a full meal in months. And she kinda hasn’t. When she’s at a healthy weight, she’s still pretty petite, but with slim curves.
Skin color: Lightly tanned. Her brother’s skin is darker, and both of them joke that it has to do with her magic.
Hair color: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/764697211710463835/ Darker black roots, fading out into a light blue and sort of blended here and there.
Hairstyle: Not the one in the pic, first of all. Cut to just below her shoulder blades, and wavy. The waves very quickly turn to untamable curls when she’s not careful. Parted on the right side, and often falls into her face.
Eye color: A light greenish/grey. Like, oddly light.
Other Features: Her tapetum lucidum mirrors that of a cat’s, resulting in red eyes in photographs, and light reflecting weirdly off of them. Her nose is crooked from being broken and not set right.
Tattoos: The Greek symbol of Inguz behind her left ear. A tattoo on her right arm and palm, of a tree with a lot of tangling roots. The leaves span most of her lower palm, and the trunk begins at her wrist, the roots covering her forearm.
Piercings/jewelry: Her lower and upper lobe is pierced on both ears. Has a navel piercing as well.
Scars/distinguishing marks: A lot of scars, mostly smaller ones here and there from all number of things. Herself, accidents, cats, you name it. There’s a set of three long and deep looking clawmarks on her lower back, a result of a run-in with a demon she couldn’t handle.
Preferred style of clothing: Jeans and slightly too loose shirts, either graphic tees/tanks or just solid colors. All of her clothing follows that looser trend, including the zip-up hoodies she wears. Her favorite is a black one with a small Black Widow symbol on the right ‘breast’. Often covered in colorful band aids. A pair of old white-at-one-point converse, that she doodles on when she’s bored. Wears a ring made of silver wire with a rough cut chunk of obsidian on it.
Personality: Bubbly and friendly, almost always smiling or at least looking happy. She’s secretly got a lot of self doubt, about her magic, her weight, and her appearance. This feeds into the eating disorder she has, that causes her to have issues eating full meals, or anything more than a super light snack, honestly. Her brother is the only one who can occasionally get her to eat. Despite her normally very sweet nature, if you cross her or hurt someone she cares about, that’s it. With the former, you’re figuratively dead to her, with the latter, you’re literally dead.
Background: Her home life was decent, if not as filled with love as it should have been. Her parents were constantly arguing and fighting, though it never came to blows, at least. They were just unhappy. Her older brother Caleb often took her out with him and his friends to keep her from having to deal with the negative emotions. Her parents eventually split, her father getting her brother, and her mother getting custody over her.
Feeling responsible for them splitting, Emmy slipped into a not-so-great place, developing a lot of issues herself. She was essentially cut off from her brother, and only reconnected with him five years later, when she was nineteen, and her mother passed away from and overdose. Though both of them had changed, they still had the same bond, especially with him being the only one to know about her magic.
Her father was killed by the person on a murder spree, just a few weeks ago, and it hit her brother hard. She’d been trying hard to reconnect with her father, and things had been going slow but well, so his death was a shock.
Magic: She was born with the ability to see demons, ghosts, any and all paranormal creatures under things like glamours and spells woven for the protection of those without magic. That’s not just it, though. With some effort, and not-so-pretty means, she can control those demons and spirits when needed. It’s a complicated power and this description doesn’t really do it justice, but it probably makes more sense when seen in action.

I love her, and her magic is perfect for her being able to see Fenris in his hellhound form.

Noice. See you later my dude

The city was sleeping, but he was not. As one of Death's subjects—willing or unwilling was beyond the issue—he was sent to investigate the rising disturbance in the mortal world, which in turn disturbed the underworld. Drucilla, the Judge of Souls, had her hands unusually full, and not because of her typical laziness this time. There was a murderer about, killing by the hour. Two bodies every hour, one body every half-hour. It was madness. But, as a former assassin, he had to applaud the killer's punctuality and efficiency.

Fenris Ruza trotted along the abandoned road, snout in the air and sniffing for any tang of blood. As a hellhound, Fenris was a massive bundle of thick black fur, flesh-tearing teeth and claws, rippling muscle, and sheer, overwhelming size. His large paws left scorch marks wherever they hit the ground thanks to the dark, licking flames coating them. Old and blood-stained bandages wrapped around the lower half of his legs, immune to the flames brushing against the cloth. More flames trailed down his spine like a mane and engulfed the end of his long tail; his eyes were hidden behind mini-flames. Buried in his fur was a dog tag necklace with a full moon stamped on it. From the heated pads of his paws to the very tip of his erected ears, Fenris stood at a menacing height of exactly 7 feet tall.

The regrettably familiar scent of blood drew Fenris's attention, and he turned towards the house it came from. The stench got more and more unbearable the further he walked into the house, and the creaking of the floorboards thanks to his weight was the only sound so far.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. A thick, coppery scent flooded Emilia's senses as she raced down the stairs from the second floor of her father's home, discarding the cleaning rag she's been using on a hallway table as she did. Blood. She'd recognize the scent of blood anywhere, and this wasn't a poltergeist induced reaction, either. This was actual blood, and too much of it to be normal, from something like an accidental cut while cooking.

And that wasn't even the only clue that something bad had happened. Though the ghost of a man about her age followed at her heels(Hino, one of the ghosts that liked to stick around), Emmy could practically taste the figurative cloud of death spreading throughout the house. She had gotten used to the feeling of death, the one that always accompanied the dead, years ago, but this was a cloud she'd only felt in a very specific moment.

It was the cloud that signified a recent death.

Emmy didn't stumble, somehow, as she followed the feeling to the living room. A miracle, really, considering her haste. It was when she hit the doorway that she let out a sound, a strangled and choked off 'dad', preceded by a gasp. The sight before her was gruesome, to say the least, but she'd always had a strong stomach. What hit her first wasn't the blood splattered all over the walls, reaching the ceiling, or the obvious disarray and signs of a struggle in the room. It was the body lying in the middle of it, barely recognizable. That is, to anyone but Emmy.

Fenris slowed to a walk, but that was only because it was hard to maneuver through the house thanks to his size. He followed the scent towards the living room, and what caught his attention first was not the body, but the splattered blood and obvious signs of struggle in the room. It reminded him of the first and only time he returned to his old home after he had died…

He visibly shook off the memory and went back to the task at hand. He vaguely registered the poor girl that ran in to find her father like this, but she wasn't important to him at the moment. He ducked his head and attempted to squeeze through the frame, teeth gnawing at the frame in annoyance as if that would solve all of his problems. He finally got through and huffed an annoyed breath at the frame, glaring hatefully in its direction.

Emmy's phone was in her shaking hands before she'd even registered the other creature squeezing in through the door on the other side of the room, hitting her brother's contact and letting the ringing draw her back from the haze of panic in her mind. It rang three times before going to voicemail, as she watched the creature across the room. Any normal person would have immediately assumed that the hulking canine-creature was responsible, but Emmy had never worked that way.

It was quick to discredit, when one looked at the fact that it was coming in, and that the creature had no blood on it, which wouldn't be possible with the gruesome mess around her. And that's what she did. "Caleb, I need you to call me back, soon." She said, eyes still on the creature as she left the voicemail. Maybe some part of her hoped that by the time she looked, her father's body would be gone, and she'd hear him bustling about the kitchen and singing along to Billy Joel. It was foolish, but wasn't she allowed to be in shock? "Excuse me. I don't think now's really a good time." Her voice was calm and steady. Too calm, like when the air stopped and the skies got quiet, right before a tornado or thunderstorm. Like she was barely managing not to fall apart. Hino's hand rested on her shoulder, offering the most comfort he really could, as he eyed the creature in the room warily, as though ready to yank Emmy back as soon as it moved.

Fenris flicked his one ear in her direction, acknowledging her words and dismissing them in the same beat. No mortal saw him in this form, and besides, she wasn't necessary for his assessment of the crime scene. He padded around the body, head lowered so he could sniff and nudge. The flames on his body died down until they were nothing, letting him walk around without accidentally setting something on fire. He tilted his head this way and that, making deductions based off of his own training as an assassin.

From the looks of it, however calculative the killer was when it came to his timing, they didn't put the same amount of thought in the actual murder itself. A classic hack and slash, as he called it, where the killer just swung wildly until the victim was nothing more than shredded flesh and broken bones and a pool of blood. Fenris had taken to poisons and quick, painless deaths that could never be traced back to him. A dust of white powder mixed with salt; a drop of strophanthus in a bottle of wine; a quick slash of curare coated daggers across the throat. This…this was just unnecessary brutality. Whoever it was enjoyed the thrill of the kill.

Emmy let her eyes drop to the body on the floor, and Hino moved his hand as she took a small step forward. She was still shaking, mostly in her hands, and her eyes couldn't seem to stay still, flickering from the body, to the creature, and to the blood spatter on the walls. If she focused on one thing too long, the feelings began to crawl up into her throat, choking her and making it hard to breathe. But she had to pay attention. She needed to figure out what had happened beyond the-murder.

"He's not here. Nothing left but blood, so much blood." She whispered to herself, and to Hino, as she closed the distance to the body and crouched. There was blood on her feet now. She reached out, before pulling her hand back, taking in a shaky breath and trying to shove away the tendrils of grief and horror rising up. No point in checking for a pulse, at this point, especially when she could barely even tell where his neck, his arms, anything was. Why him? Why him, and not me, even though I was just upstairs? I was upstairs, I should have heard it. Should have heard it and gotten down here in time to help or to stop it or at least to die instead or with him-why didn't I hear anything, see anything or feel anything I should have I should have I could have DONE something-

Fenris finally looked at the girl as she approached the body, and he stopped his circling to sit on the opposite side of her. She had spoken to him, he realized, which meant she could see him. And that ghost over there… For some reason, this mortal could see the hidden supernaturals. Perhaps she could be of use after all.

He lowered his head slowly so that he looked as unthreatening as a hellhound could possibly look. She seemed distressed, and rightfully so. He leaned over to her and gently nudged his snout against her shoulder, being as careful and slow as he could to show her that he meant her no harm. "You couldn't have done anything to help him," Fenris said softly, his lips moving with the words like that of a human's.

Emmy's thoughts skidded to a halt as she felt something against her shoulder, not cold like a ghost's touch, but warm. Her hand reached up without thought, grasping loosely at her throat as the panic withdrew somewhat, fleeing even faster as she looked to the creature across from her. He-she assumed it was a he-had spoken. That meant she definitely wasn't just seeing things(though, that was kind of what she did). Either that, or she was going fully crazy.

"I was upstairs." She said, her voice finally losing it's steadiness and wavering giving out almost completely at the end of her next sentence. "I should have heard-" The grief was returning, threatening to close her off for good. Her hand dropped from her throat to the wrist of her opposite arm, drawing attention to the baggy clothes that didn't quite hide how thin she was on accident, as she dug her nails into her skin.

He stood and nudged her again, pushing her away from the body while simultaneously covering the body from sight with his own. He didn't speak anymore, but he was determined to keep her from breaking down. If she hadn't heard, then that means whoever did it wasn't normal. Something different had done this, which gave Fenris even more reason to solve this mystery as fast as possible. It couldn't be a fellow hellhound—it wasn't the week of the full moon, and almost all of them were chained to the Keeper. The only reason he wasn't was because of Cinthia.

The pain from her nails breaking her skin helped snap Emmy into some focus, momentarily allowing her a clear-ish mind. "How. That's it." She muttered, her eyes bouncing around the room before landing on the creature in front of her. It took her a moment to register that she'd been moved back, after her eyes had narrowed in with an oddly sharp look. "How did I not hear? I always hear, always. No matter what, I hear and it doesn't make sense for me not to hear…" She'd trailed off muttering to herself again, scrambling up off of the floor and wiping her now bloddstained-though, whether hers or the blood from the body, was a slight mystery. Both, probably-palms onto her jeans.

Good gods, this was more difficult than he had anticipated. Fenris bit back a sigh and looked around the living room—or more specifically, the mess the fight had caused. His nostrils flared in an attempt to scent anything besides the overpowering blood. That struck a chord in him, and he rose to his full height and strode over to a wall that didn't have as much blood on it as the others.

Perhaps the mess wasn't from carelessness, but the complete opposite. If they were looking to hide something else from someone with an unnaturally good sense of smell, then the choking tang of blood would be the perfect way to cover that. However, hellhounds had other talents. Fenris pressed his nose against the wall, head bouncing each time he hit the wall as he sniffed. When he caught a possible underlying scent, he parted his lips and licked the wall, smacking his chops to sort through what he tasted afterward.

It was Hino that ultimately stopped Emmy's muttered thought process, pointing out, with confusion, the Hellhound licking the wall. She furrowed her brows, her mind focusing on the odd happenings instead of the thought process she'd been on, that had very quickly begun to spiral into the beginnings of a panic attack she had barely even noticed. "Why-" It took her a moment, as her throat had decided to close up to full on talking, but she finally managed. "What are you doing?"

He was silent for a few heartbeats as he continued to sort through his findings. Not only did Hellhounds have an excellent sense of smell and talent for senseless murder, but they also had extra sensitive tastebuds that could pick out different things such as different magical residues. "The blood was an attempt at covering their tracks," Fenris finally murmured, turning towards the girl. He had to turn his body some more so that he could fully see her, thanks to his blind eye. "You didn't hear anything because there was a sound barrier. Murders such as these tend to attract quite a bit of attention from the screaming alone."

It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have heard him anyway. Emmy's eyes widened slightly, as her shoulders slumped with obvious relief at that. "Magic." She whispered, before her eyes widened even more. "Magic. Magic always leaves a trail." She said, turning to look at Hino. "That's what Maura said, right? And where there's a trail…there's the thing that did this."

Fenris sat quietly, curling his tail around his paws as he flicked his limited gaze back and forth between the girl and the ghost, letting the girl sort through everything on her own. Technically, as Damon's servant, he was obligated to drag the ghost back to the underworld to await trial, but Damon was also known for his leniency when it came to friendly allies. Fenris was a friend of his master's son, so he had more room for disobedience and blind eyes than most did.

"Are you crazy, kid? Going after something that did that is a great way to end up like me." Hino said, shaking his head and crossing his arms. "Maura's off her rocker, anyway."
"If I end up dead, then so be it." Hino opened his mouth with a scowl, but Emmy cut him off, flickering a glance to the Hellhound, before figuring it didn't matter all that much what he overheard. "Hino, I was fixing things. We were both trying to make things better. And now, neither of us can, because he's dead and not here, and I missed my chance. I'm not missing this one." She turned to fully look at the Hellhound watching them, wrapping her arms around herself. "Why exactly are you here, anyway? You showed up right after he…. died, and if I was a bit more suspicious, I'd assume you had something to do with it."