forum A Beast Of Fire and Flesh (O/O - Closed)

Started January 22, 2020 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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Soooooo
My boy Cole here has been on my mind lately and I think I wanna work with him more. He’s got a lot of lore and world building that comes with him but I love him. Any plot and any idea would be wonderful because I got nothing.

I’m just a little depressed too and need a pick-me-up-RP even if I already have twelve hundred others I’m in rn

Rules are pretty simple:

*Be you
*Have fun
*No hate

Cole is down below.

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Name:

Host Soul/Main: Cole Sparks

Lesser Soul: Shihiro Tanake

Other Names:

Ignitous. A nickname he uses to pay respect to his father

Gender:

Male

Species:

Half-Dragon (Half-human)
Ruddy Widowmaker (Dragon species when in dragon form)

Souls:

Shihiro Tanake: Lesser Soul; The Dragon.

Cole Sparks: Dominate/Host Soul; The Halfa

Family:

Ignitous Sume ~ Father; Dragon Changeling (Deceased) NOTE: Ignitous's last name was revoked from him when he 'betrayed' the dragon kind by falling in love with a human.

Alaina "Andreal" Wilcox ~ Mother; Human (Deceased)

Age:

Cole: When in human form he resembles an 16-year-old but is actually almost 19 years of age - people mistake him for a high schooler often. His younger human age appearance is reflected in his dragon form as well.

Shihiro: He has no idea. Years of being reincarnated will do that to a dragon. All he knows is he witnessed the first dragon king come to be.

Sexuality

He’s working on finding someone who would even look in his direction first.
Cole has no idea what or who he likes but he does label himself as Pansexual sometimes.

Height:

Human form: He's about 6'3 and incredibly lanky.

Dragon form: He is only about 12ft tall when sitting. (Small for a dragon, big for a human)

Weight:

Human Form: 137 Pounds

Dragon Form: 1.7 Tons

Appearance:

Cole is lanky and dark with stunning amber eyes and curly dark brown hair. His nose is long and pointed and his face appears narrow. However, he has a defined jawline and a strong structure despite being lanky.

He has dark red scales that run down his neck, chest, back, shoulders, and throat while he is in his human form. Cole also likes wearing button up T-shirts, jeans, and the occasional Tank-top with scarf. He never wears low-collared shirts without a way to cover his scales.

Bio:

Cole was born of a dragon changeling and a human; an abomination that should not have came to be. The dragon kind were ruthless when it came to keeping their bloodline pure.
And so Cole’s father hid his love for a human, meeting her in secret and taking the form of a handsome male human. It was when Cole was conceived did they realize what could happen to their child.
And so Cole was promoted to the level of Elite by his father when he was just a hatchling, granting him the higher level powers of those dragons who were considered much higher than average.
This angered the Council when the affair came to light. Cole’s father was tried for treason against dragon-kind, and was sentenced to die by execution along with his ‘dirty family.’ They killed Cole’s father the day they sentenced him.
His mother and an old dragon named Shihiro, a family friend, were able to hide for years after the passing of Cole’s father, and they both worked to keep Cole healthy and safe. It was when Cole turned five the Council found him.
The family was ordered to be hunted down and killed. Only Shihiro and Cole made it out alive, Alaina had sacrificed herself so her child could escape.
Shihiro raised Cole in his physical form until his death when Cole was barely eleven. In order to stay with Cole until the day he died, Shihiro bound his soul to Cole’s and became a Lesser Soul to guide and help the young halfling through life.

Personality:

Cole Sparks: Cole tends to be more quiet but he is never timid. Even in the most intimidating of situations he can stay calm. Due to his unnatural abilities, he has had to move a lot. He doesn't like to make friends and will often seem hostile towards anyone but doesn’t like to be rude. He prefers nature to humans. That seems to reflect the more wild dragon side of him. He is the Dominant Soul of his body.

Shihiro Tanake: Shihiro is paranoid. He is persistent in his answer when faced with his own choices. He is often strict and can be rather cunning when faced with those who may harm Cole. Shihiro, though the Lesser Soul, is wiser and has an alarmingly large amount of power. Cole has complete lockdown on him.

Abilities(s)/Power(s):

Transformation/Morphing of Halfa: He is able to transform into either a human, or a small dragon. His dragon form is: Ruddy/Rust-red colored scales and sharp spines that run from the back of his neck all the way down to the base of his tail. He can also shape the scales at the very tip of his tail to create a very sharp weapon used as either a bludgeon or a way to stab and slash. These work not much unlike a cat’s claws

Sight: Can see through Magic Shields and Appearance changes due to magical charms but it is only through a glance.

Weaponry/Defensives: Skilled in hand-to-hand combat but is terrible with any weapon other than his claws and fangs.

Mental/Mind/Spiritual: Ability to communicate telepathically with his Lesser Soul, Shihiro. Lesser Soul's are only given to the Elite dragons of Cole's kind. Shihiro can posses the body of Cole if he is granted permission to.

Spells/witchcraft: Cole uses something called Laws. A human would call them spells, but to a dragon, Laws are much more sacred. They are the incantations that dragon's use to both defend, and attack. Some Laws are used to Bind Lesser Souls to the Host Soul, while others are used to heal. Unfortunately, for whatever Law you cast, there will always be a cost.

Fire/Elemental: Cole can breath fire in either form. If he eats any type of mineral he can produce that fire. Unfortunately, if he doesn't eat enough of the mineral, he will be unable to breath fire or regulate his body temperature. Cole will fall ill, something very different in his kind. Any illness relating to a dragon's fire can cause serious harm to said dragon and may even lead to an early demise.

Name: Mitsune "Mitsu" Oshiro

Gender: Female

Age: 17, nearly 18.

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's because she's got a better heart than him, despite the fact that he's very obviously the more benevolent one.

Hair color: Black, with grey high lights, essentially.

Hairstyle: 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: Pink. Like super fucking light pink.

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. Fucking. Ears and a tail. She has fox ears peaking from her hair, black, with grey tips, and her tail is reminiscent of that. Makes finding clothes a pain, so she's stuck with a lot of low waisted pants.

Tattoos: Japanese kanji along multiple parts of her body, spelling out words and myths and things even she's not fully aware of the meaning of, the latter a tradition of her family. A tattoo on her right arm and palm, of a cherry blossom tree. The leaves and blossoms 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 creature she thought she could handle, but apparently couldn't.

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. Incredibly mischievous, and loves herself a good prank. Will always be paying attention to the things people do, in case it could be of use later.

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, Mitsu 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 years later, 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 able to slightly get her to eat.
Her father was killed a few months ago, by a serial killer who'd been targeting the area, 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's a Kitsune!! Foxy mischief girl!!!! Also has an affinity and control over light, though it can drain her if used too much and too quickly.

Other: Despite having just made her, I've already got ancestry lore can you believe it

(Alrighty! Here it is!)

The busy hustle and bustle of the customers around drove the young Halfa insane. His head swung from side to side; his ears tuned in on many conversations; and his nose worked to pick up each individual scent. It was overwhelming to his senses.

Cole hated the busy days in Black Bean Cafe. He really had nothing against his fellow humans but hell could they be annoying in large amounts. They all smelled different too, adding to his discomfort.

And so here he was, standing behind the counter and looking out at the tables of people in distaste. A sharp pain in his side made him yelp and flip around to find the added annoyance. It was Heather, her pale face and plump body held in a stern position.

“Go out and do your job, Cole, hunny. I know you hate the crowds but you’re not going to be paid for standing around.” She replied sternly, poking at him with her long, red-painted acrylic nails - the source of the pain he felt. Heather kept them long for a reason. As a Jikininki Heather had to keep her nails long. She used them to dig up corpses and then to easily cut up said corpses to store for later.

Cole shivered lightly but nodded, taking a step towards those out and around. Heather pushed him the rest of the way, and he soon found himself in an awkward corner, washing a table he knew was clean.

Mitsune loved people, and hated crowds. They were too noisy, so many different sounds and smells and things for her heightened senses to deal with. It was especially worse considering how bad her day time vision was, lending her to bump into people constantly. But when she needed coffee, she needed coffee. So she would have to manage for now.

The Kitsune's drink came fast, and she was just about to take a sip of the overly sweet liquid when her phone rang. Tana. Why would he call while at work?

It turned out, the reason he would call was a mental breakdown. It took Mitsu a good seven minutes just to calm him to breathe, and another five to get him calmed down somewhat. Which was when the questions started, as they always did. Questions, because she had been the one to find their father's body. Even if it had been nearly unrecognizable. What did he look like—she knew and didn't know. Couldn't get the sight out of her mind, but had only known it was him when she'd seen his shoes—did she see anything out of the ordinary—besides her father in pieces in their living room?—did she see anyone? No. No. she hadn't. But she did know something else.

"It's targeting magical creatures, Tana." She said, stirring the bright pink and caffeinated refresher. "I've been looking into the other deaths, and that's the only visible connection right now. Magical beings who don't conform to human shape completely. And it's killing them."

Cole has nearly given the strange-smelling female a pass over, but her words made him pause. His Lesser Soul, Shihiro, growled at him. ”Leave it be, Cole. You’re hunted as is.”

In annoyance the Halfa threw his rag down onto the table. He glanced around before roughly grabbing the females arm and pulling her aside.

“Who’s killing magical beings?” He asked sternly, the fire in his amber eyes strangely calm for something with a hot head.

Mitsu let out a small yelp as she was dragged from her spot, barely managing to keep her hold on the drink and her phone. She ignored her brother's concerned voice over the phone, meeting the eyes of the boy who's eyes reminded her of the dragons in the illustrated fairy tales she had read as a kid. "Tana, I'm gonna call you back. I spilled my drink all over one of the servers on accident. You know me and crowds." She said, hanging up after a moment.

"Did I say something about someone killing magical beings?" Her pink eyes sparkled with something mischievous as she tilted her head innocently, ears twitching back and forth. She never tried to hide them or her tail, appearing strangely confident in her ability to handle anyone who had a problem with her. "I don't remember saying anything like that."

Fox.

His lips curled back into an apparent snarl, his sharp teeth revealing themselves. He was a relatively skinny creature lacking in the height and strength of his blood species but still muscled.

Cole gave her a once-over before scoffing. "You did. I want to know what's going on." His nostrils flared for a moment as he breathed in the scents of the place around him once more. They made his head swim. "Who is it? What do they want with mythical beings? Do they take up offers?"