forum Finally made it homie (Private RP with Dance)

Started September 09, 2019 by Deleted user

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@Dances_with_Shadows-will-be-very-spotty

So, have you see seen the movie Logan? Ya know, old man Wolverine?

I have plans to, but no. I do have a general gist of what happens. I think.

Well, I was gonna use the corporation from that. Essentially they made a bunch of mutants and are killing the rest of the home-grown ones.

Oooo, I like that. Would our characters be the home-grown based ones?

Indeed. Kaz'll just be Wolverine without claws and a lot younger

Okay, I'm not actually home rn, but I'll get my gal up for you to check out when I get there.

Just spent a good 2 and a half hours drawing two cars, so, yeah, just gimme a bit to get reoriented

It's fine, imao

proceeds to sort through my scattered and slightly messy notes (that I somehow understand) to create some semblance of order

Name: Rasha Nassar
Birth Name: Rasha Daher
Uses a fake last name to separate herself from her family for safety reason–both her and her family.
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Sexuality: Meh
Doesn't give two shits about romance/her sexuality. Aka: Pan.
Looks: Short at 5'2 (shamelessly using my height), her skin is ebony black and surprisingly soft. Her narrow and cat-shaped eyes are a brilliant blue that seem to glow, even if they don't. Her long and wavy hair is pure white, falling to just above her hips. Lean muscle and subtle curves. Long and skinny fingers with usually long and pointed nails.
Markings: From the neck down, she's covered in foreign/ancient markings that glow a ghostly green.
Her skin is softer where the markings are.
Piercings: Belly button piercing, as well as some stud piercings running up her ears. One helix piercing in her left ear. Flase snake bite rings on the occasion.
Clothing: Anything with thick fabric and clothes that cover her entire body, save for her face/head. Favors leather.
Thick clothes suppress/hide the glowing patterns along her body.
Personality: Rasha is… Rasha. She's hard to explain. Apathetic 99.9% of the time, but has her own way of caring about things. Super smart, but doesn't brag or show it very much, except when correcting false information she happens to overhear. Her corrections aren't snobbish or said in a way that makes her seem like she thinks she's better than people. She simply sees it as a teaching moment. Somehow a good and patient teacher? Has a thing with secrets, where if she finds out someone's secret, she'll take it to her grave without even needing to be told to not say anything—respects them religiously, I guess.
Background: She is the daughter of the dangerous and deadly Mina Takanashi, also known as Nightmare, and Kasto Daher. Tough upbringing, what with her being the child of a notorious killer. Her mother is incredibly strict, but nothing Rasha couldn't handle. This strict upbringing is probably responsible for her outlook on life and the world around her.
Mina Takanashi can create physical forms of figurative demons. The more nightmares/fears to feed off of, the more powerful she is. Kasto Daher can manipulate light in different ways, but the amount of light available effects his power.
Magic: Ghost Light. By illuminating her body and summoning a ghostly green light, she can call ghouls, spirits, zombies, and minor demons to her aide. The light feeds off of misery/negative emotions, and the more negativity in the air, the stronger the light, stronger her control over the familiars, stronger the familiars are.

I think that's it???

Immaculate, as always. So, should they know each other before they start getting hunted, or no?

I think it'd be more interesting if they ran into each other while on the run. That way Kaz can experience the weirdness that is Rasha from the beginning and sort through it.

(Fair enough)

"Listen, fellas," Kaz said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "You really don't want to do this."

He knew that parking in the bad part of town wasn't a good idea. Everyone knew this. You stay there for too long, you get robbed, raped, or shot. Sometimes a mixture of all three. And, as expected, three guys had lifted his car with a carjack and were in the process of taking off his rear left tire. All of them stopped what they were doing and pulled out various firearms when Kaz spoke.

"Listen, I don't have ti-"

BOOM! Kaz's body dropped to the ground from the shotgun blast and laid still, attempting to catch his breath as the car robbers laughed at each other. Now I'm pissed.

In a flash, he was back of his feet, his sword in hand. The one closest to him didn't even have a chance to lift his gun before his head was separated from body with a single swipe. The rest of him didn't even have a chance to fall to the ground before his buddy with the shot gun was run through. Another boom!. The bullet entered the door of Kaz's car, making him growl with anger.

"For real man?!" he asked, dispatching the last of his attempted robbers with two stabs to the chest.

The entire process was loud as shit, alerting the whole neighborhood and the woods surrounding it.

The air was relatively quiet as Rasha adjusted the straps of her leather jacket, her white hair blindingly bright against her dark skin and black leather getup. As per usual, her entire person was covered with the thick material so as to prevent any light from escaping and marking her as a mutant. She wasn't ashamed of what she was, but apparently, the rest of the world would rather she be nonexistent. Fine by her. She just had to be smarter than them.

Gunshots and shouts caught her attention, and she cocked her head to the side as her leisure stroll turned into a curiously fast-paced walk. There was a possibility of violence, but that only made her all the more curious. She had the capability to escape on her own, so she didn't see what the issue was as she rounded the corner and beheld the utter chaos erupting around a single car.

"Hm," was all Rasha said, face impassive as she leaned against the wall with her arms folded and a foot hooked around the other ankle.

"Motherfuckers!" he growled, his sword suddenly disappearing into thin air. "It's a fucking rental! How am I supposed to tell them what the fuck happened?"

In his anger, Kaz kicked the headless body multiple times, disappointed at how little it did to appease his rage. Well, not really rage, just….extreme frustration. He glanced around to see if there were witnesses, suddenly self-conscious about the buckshot that had sprayed his shirt into rags. His heart dropped when he saw a figure watching him in an incredibly causal pose.

"Listen," he said, putting his hands out, "I can explain what happened."

She rose an indifferent brow. "I'm sure you can, but I'm not interested in the complexities of mass murder—though I'm willing to bet it involved beheading, cursing, and some guns." She tilted her head to the side, blue eyes scanning the scene without an ounce of fear or disgust—or any sort of caring emotion, to be honest. Simply curious, it would seem.

"You better hope you have the money to pay for that car—that, or you can just run and pretend it never happened in the first place," she finally said after analyzing the area, eyes sliding back over to the remaining man, who was treating her like a scared creature in need of calming.

"So……you don't care about the fact I just took a shotgun blast to the chest point blank and aren't even bleeding?" Kas asked, tilting his head and lowering his hands.

The sound of a door opening interrupted their conversation. A large man in a wifebeater walked out with a baseball bat in his hands.

"What's going on?" he asked the two, looking at the dead bodies then back to them. "Did you two do this?"

"Shit," he said under his breath, then spoke loudly. "No, sir, we just got here."

The man eyes him suspiciously. "What happened to your shirt?"

"Fuck," he grumbled to himself. Today was not going well.

Rasha sighed and pushed off of the wall, strolling over to the man in the wifebeater. She looked both bored and disappointed, somehow, as she looked up at the man. "Are you telling me you've never seen a shirt with holes in it? There are plenty of professions out there that aren't exactly clothing friendly."

She gestured to the dead people. "They got into a gunfight and essentially killed themselves. What more do you expect from the people in this place? The crime rate is through the roof here, and murders are as common as pigeons. Honestly, I'm surprised you're making a big deal out of it as if you don't see it every day."

"I….." the attack on his manlihood made the man shrivel up slightly. "I guess you right."

He sulked back into his home, immediately calling the police when the door closed.

"He's gonna call the police," Kaz said to the mysterious new girl. "We're gonna be tracked down as witnesses or suspects." He said it as though it has happened many times before.

"You don't say," Rasha drawled, turning on her heel to face the other man. "I do hope you know that we are perfectly capable of leaving this place. There are no key witnesses to pin you for murder, and I have no fingerprints to leave to even place me at the scene." She held up her gloved hands and wiggled her fingers. "He has no evidence to pin either one of us, basically, and there's no stopping you from walking away."

"What a fucking day," he grumbled, walking over to his car and opening the door. After a moment of deliberation, he glanced over at Rasha. "Do you need a ride?"
Kaz really should be wasting time doing this, but he felt obligated, somehow.

(I'M CRYING)

"Depends on where you're going," Rasha said, raising a curious brow. Technically, she should be continuing on her trip to 'wherever the government isn't' but she's been fine so far. What's the harm in a slight detour?

And if he tries to kill her, then she'd swarm him with ghouls and zombies.