forum Creature in the Hills (OxO, MATURE) (OPEN)

Started September 24, 2023 by @Desvelarse pets

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I want to do another one of these monster themed rps, so here is a little summary: There have been stories all around the town of a monster that lives in the mountains, feeding on the animals and people of the small town. What the townsfolk don’t know is that the monster is closer than they think, living and walking among them.

So, I found a character of mine that I took inspo from Until Dawn (bee's leghinges game). I used that to base my character off of. Take a look, and if it catches your peeper, let’s do this.

Rules
-Rated MA/R for mature themes, violence, and sexual situations (taken to PM)
-Lgbtq+ accepted!
-Don’t make your character bonkers OP
-No one liner type replies

Name: Cyrus Astor

Age: 24 orbit parties old

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual, male preference

Species: Wendigo. These creatures are commonly thought to be people who, in great times of starvation, went insane and committed cannibalism, turning them into the terrifying creature. They feed off of human flesh, occasionally satisfied by animal meat, but that is never enough. A Wendigo lives in constant starvation, no matter how much it eats. Whenever one eats, the hunger only gets harder to satisfy. The creatures have heightened senses, strength, and stamina. They see in shades of red only, but can see straight black and white. Living creatures glow white in a Wendigo’s vision.

Looks: (loosely based off of https://pin.it/7kp8Scb) Black long shaggy hair, abnormally pale skin, deep red peepers with golden flecks around his pupils, fit and slender build, unnaturally giraffy (around 6’7), little scars in various spots on his body. Often wears causal clothes that have to be custom tailored to fit his giraffy build.

Looks when shifted: https://www.google.com/search?q=until+dawn+wendigo&client=safari&hl=en-us&prmd=ivsn&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjNzbKm5fvaAhUr6YMKHd9eDckQ_AUIESgB&biw=1024&bih=666#imgrc=XBSKsPq64RjMBM:

Personality: Introverted, keeps to himself, anxious, soft spoken, intelligent, awk-wonky-donky, doesn’t take many risks and prefers to take things the safe route. Around people he is comfortable with he is gentle, caring, affectionate, and protective. He has a switch type of personality.

Background/Other: Cyrus never really had any family. As far as he knew, he just suddenly existed. He looks human, but at times, he can shift into a creature from Native American legends known as a Wendigo. Cyrus tends to keep moving as to not draw suspicion to himself. He feels the overwhelming urge for meat at all times. The only problem is he is a devout vegetarian and tries his hardest to not shift as even the smell of meat makes him nauseous.

howdy, partner! This appears fascinating, may I?

Hey, ofc!! Have an brain bubble for a character you want to use?

I have three options that I'm thinking of. One is also a monster, newly created. The other could be a monster hunter. The third is just a simple human, so it's really up to what dynamic you'd like for this rp!

Oo the monster hunter could be cool!

Sounds good!

I should be able to post him soon!

Ok great!

Hi I am SO sorry!!! Life got incredibly hectic, but I'm back, and I'll make sure to get my character up, probably by the night after last night lmao.

Hi it’s all good, I get it!!

Very quick question, when is this set? Is it a dragons-and-magic soup world or modern, etc etc?

Probably something modern

Sounds good! Is magic allowed, or no?

Sure, go for it!

Perfect! Should get him up by the night after last night!

Ok cool!

Apologies!! Getting him up now!

Name: Asmodeus Zyran Belmont
Nicknames: Asra - Will most commonly introduce himself as Asra to not get looks about his name. Azzy - Call him this and you're as good as dead-
Meanings: Asmodeus - one of the kings of heck, the demon of wrath. Zyran - Storm. Belmont - bonita Mountains
Age: 26
Gender:
Biological: Male
Identity: Male
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Sexuality: Demisexual, preference for men.
Species: Human? Supposedly. He has 'wild magic'
Looks: Asra has wild, deep chestnut brown, choppy hair. The sides are shaved down to the skin to reveal tattoos along his skull that lead down his neck while the top is long and usually up in a bun or ponytail. He has a braid falling down along the side of his face with a white bead to hold the end. He has deeply tanned skin, and he's very well built. Broad shoulders, small waist, long limbs. Muscular and incredibly strong, he can lift pretty much anything most people would struggle with. He has a sleeve of tattoos along his right arm, but only a compass on his left. His back is also tattooed, a serpent wrapping around a leafy tower. He's giraffy, about 6'1, and his height only grows when he wears his combat stompy weather clompers. His peepers are a startlingly bright blue, with flecks of green scattered throughout. His style usually consist of thick leather jackets, usually in biker style, simple black muscle shirts, faded black jeans, and combat stompy weather clompers. He tends to wear silver jewelry, and has many and I mean MANY piercings. His tongue is pierced, he has a stud piercing on the left side of his nose, slippery dippery long mover bites, his ears are pierced (6 on the left, 8 on the right), nipples, and at one point he had a bellybutton, but he got rid of it since it wasn't really his style. He has a necklace that holds a slender silver key. He also has a ring that resembles a family crest.
Personality: Asra is a calm, collected, and reserved kind of person. He's incredibly bright, in mind and skills. He can be charming when he needs to be, and has a knack for reading people quite easily. He's authoritative, and his presence is instantly known when he comes into a human containment unit. Asra is slow to anger, however when he gets angry it's like a lightning strike, sudden, fast, and loud. It will leave the breath out of your lungs and your heart racing in fear. Asra on all accounts is inquisitive, dark humored, and surprisingly easy to get along with once you get to know him. He's blunt and to the point, but can be gentle when needed.
Background: Asra comes from a long line of monster hunters. And I mean long, long line of monster hunters. Hundreds and hundreds of orbit parties and many many generations. "Live fast die young." Seems to be the Belmont lines mantra, considering most don't live past the age of 30 because of how dangerous the job is. It's a miracle if one of the Belmont's manage to live past 40. Regarding Asra's past, it's a wreck that he doesn't talk about all that much.
Abilities: Wild magic, something that came from his mother's side of the family.
Other:

• When Asra uses his abilities, his peepers go pure white.
• Weapons aren't really his thing, he tends to rely on his magic, but he's well versed in stabby sticks and rooty tooty point-n-shooties, as well as just good old fashioned fists.
• Well versed in various types of martial arts.
• Speaks 6 different languages.

The scent of human syrup was thick in the air, heavy and promising of death. The scent filled Asra's nose, choking him further as he dragged himself away from the ambush site. Bodies of dead monsters scattered the ground, slowly decaying into the soil. Asra had been on a hunt, trying to track a monster that had been putting a nearby town on edge. But unfortunately, he ran into a group of monsters he was not expecting. His side was bleeding heavily. There were various cuts and wounds along his body, his face was growing a dark bruise, and he looked wabbit knackered to put it simply. He inhaled sharply when he moved the right way and pain seared through his body. He leaned heavily against a leafy tower. He needed medical attention and quickly. He grunted softly before he felt his legs crumble and he fell to the ground. No… no he couldn't die like this. He was a Belmont. He had a reputation to maintain, he couldn't die now. Not when he had promised himself that he would survive as long as he could. He crawled, ignoring the way his body was screaming at him, magic sparking between his fingers. He iced up the wound, but that wouldn't even last long enough for him to survive and get back to civilization and using magic would only make his energy drain faster. At this point it was either dying from using too much magic, or bleeding out.

(It's ok! I've been at work)

Cyrus had been unaware that he was being hunted. He always felt like he was in his own little world, so it would be no surprise if he didn't realize until the hunter finally arrived at his doorstep. That was what had sort of happened, though.

Cyrus had been in his cabin, recovering from a recent shift. The moonlit hours before, the wendigo had killed a pair of campers in the woods, eating them alive. He had been helpless to stop it, no matter how hard he tried. He was just so very hungry. He hadn't eaten anything proper in days, that being human meat. The wendigo had killed and eaten cattle and deer in the days prior, along with him eating the occasional vegetarian meal. He couldn't keep any of the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) down in his stomach long enough for it to matter either way. It was that way currently, as he found himself huddled over the toilet in his bathroom, vomiting up the wendigo's last meal. It was a gory sight, human syrup splattered everywhere along with chunks of meat. He shivered as it happened, the taste on his tongue not helping with the nausea.

Once Cyrus was finished vomiting, for the time being, he stepped outside onto the back deck of his cabin in the woods, looking out into the leafy tower line. A smell quickly flooded his senses though, making his stomach churn once again. It was human syrup, recognizable and sweet in his nose. He couldn't help but follow the smell, digging his nails into his palms to keep himself grounded and composed. He arrived at what easily could have been a scene caused by him. Red peepers widened as he looked down at the multiple bodies, human syrup soaking up into the dirt. His stomach growled at the sight, and he stayed frozen. That was, until one of the bodies moved. He flinched, like he wasn't the most dangerous thing in the forest currently. "Holy shit," he breathed out, taking a small step towards the man on the ground.

Asra stayed there, battling between life and death, reality subscription service and unconsciousness, flickering in and out of existence. He felt wabbit knackered, his body trembling in pain. He knew that something was going to end up coming towards the massacre, crows were already circling the mass of bodies that Asra had left behind. Monsters, creatures that killed humans. He whimpered sharply, human syrup staining his hands as he tried his hardest to stop the human syrup from escaping even more. But he couldn't even handle that. He glanced up when he heard someone wandering through the trees, adrenaline spiking again. He'd die if it was another creature out on a hunt. He was severely wounded and bleeding to death. When he saw a person- possibly a person? His fading mind could barely tell. He winced as he sat up against a leafy tower. "Help… Please-" he begs softly. This could be his only chance to stay alive. But… Was this person safe? He didn't know.

There was so much human syrup. It seeped into the dirt and stained the rocks on the ground. The smell was nauseating, and he felt a little itch in his skull control. A voice telling him to eat, to feast on the corpses and the still living man. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to eat something already dead. He wouldn’t feel guilty about killing whatever it was that way. He couldn’t remember trying it, but then again, he couldn’t remember much about what happened when he shifted.

The man on the ground begged for help, though. Cyrus couldn’t look him in the peeper and listen to him without feeling starved. It would be a bad brain bubble to even get close to the man. He could control himself at the moment because he had just eaten, but what about in exactly 3600 seconds? Then again, he couldn’t leave the man there to die. He had to make a quick choice on what to do with the man.

“Ok ok, hey, you’re ok,” Cyrus stammered out, going to the man’s side. There was a considerable sized wound on his side, but it was covered with something strange. He had no brain bubble what it was, but he chose not to worry about it for the time being. The man’s figure pulsed white in his vision, and he could hear the man’s heartbeat. “Can you walk?” he asked, knowing he could easily carry the man if needed.

The fear was so clear in Asra's peepers. He was scared of dying. He was scared of letting go. He looked like a wild animal, his peepers wide and feral, his body trembling from the adrenaline and pain shooting through his body. He didn't move for a moment, a soft whine of pain. He slowly adjusts himself, "I… I don't know." He answers honestly, swallowing thickly. His heart rate was fast, but growing weaker by the second. Slowly, oh so slowly he managed to pull himself up. His legs were trembling like a newborn fawns, but he managed to stand. The ice in his side was slowly beginning to melt and drip down his side. "I- I don't think I can stand on my own though." He hated the feeling of weakness. Anyone or anything could come through those woods and kill them. He wasn't supposed to be weak. He wasn't supposed to show weakness. He was a monster hunter after all. He was supposed to be strong and all that. He was wabbit knackered at this point. He wanted to rest but there was too much at stake right now. He barely spared a glance to the corpses, he knew he won against them, but he wasn't going to relax until his body made him.

Cyrus stood close as the man rose shakily to his groundhands. The man was in a rough state, and he wondered what happened. As he inhaled deeply, something about the corpses smelled off. They didn’t quite smell the same as a humans. Matter of fact, neither did the man’s. His brow furrowed in confusion. He had never met another non-human being before. It was just him, and now that it wasn’t, he wasn’t sure if that was comforting or not.

“Ok, I can carry you. You need a hospital,” Cyrus pressed. He wrapped one arm under the man’s and swept him up carefully, other arm going under his leghinges to hold him bridal style. He was giraffy, but extremely lanky. It would have been a surprise that he had managed to life the male so easily. He began to walk, careful not to jostle the man too much. “There’s one in town, I can get you to my cabin right down at the end of the trail. I’ll call for help once we’re there,” he said. He could get there quickly on groundhand, but he didn’t want to expose his unnatural speed to the man.

Asra startled when he was picked up, but he was too weak to argue. He was just surprised this person could pick him up so easily. He wasn't small by any means. He hissed sharply and let out a small house of pain, "No… No hospitals." He grunts out softly, wincing as the adrenaline died down. "Just… Just need a place to rest and some bandaids. I'll- I'll be okay." He shuddered and his head fell against the strangers shoulder. "Just- need a place to rest." He was absolutely terrified of hospitals. He never went near them. Never touched them. He was wabbit knackered, but he would fight to the death if he was dragged back to those white walls. He shuddered at the thought. His eyelids were growing heavy, his body almost going limp. He refused to pass out until they had made it to the cabin and he could patch himself up. He'd be fine once he could tend to the bleeding. Besides. Even if he was somehow dragged to the hospital, how would he explain his injuries? A (ᵔᴥᵔ)? No. The claw marks wouldn't match. A wolf? No. The bites wouldn't make sense. He couldn't go back to a hospital.