forum HeroxVillain OxO with @Ghost-of-a-Fenrir (Closed, 15+)

Started November 10, 2021 by Deleted user

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I'm guessing you're interested in doing this if you're here. Either that, or you just want to stalk, which is alright with me. Either way, welcome!

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Rules

-Please be active more than once or twice a day.

-Please don't give 1-sentence responses.

-andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply.

-Cursing allowed, no excessively violent/profane stuff though.

-Violence is allowed. No sexual assault themes.

-Please be kind as yourself; characters being assholes is fine. Unless, of course, the character is you, then feel free to be an ass. Just don't go overboard.

-Anything explicit goes to PMs, for the sake of any stalkers under 15.

-Please be willing to make an LGBTQ+ character.

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Plot

Any situation that the hero or villain has been in, they've never had to deal with this. One of them has shown up, beaten, bloody, and dazed; drugged. The hero or villain decides to help the injured one, and find who did this, because the victim's memory is hazy. It's up to the one to help save the other. The only question is: what will they find along their way?

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Obviously this is meant to be a romance RP. I don't care if the character you create is male, female, both, neither or in between. I'd prefer to be the villain, so yeah. It doesn't matter who shows up on whos doorstep, just make sure it happens in a dramatic way, lol! I'll probably post a starter as soon as the second person's sheet is posted.

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Character Sheet

Name:

Hero/Villain name/Nicknames:

Gender:

Age:

Sexuality:

Physical Appearance:

Hero Costume:

Power(s):

Personality:

Background:

Other:

Hello! I'd be interested in this!

Okay! Who would you rather be? Villain or hero? I'd prefer villain, but I'm fine with either.

Thank you for letting me join! I'm fine with being the hero. Forgot to mention I don't do smut at all but I'm a-okay with any pairing you have in mind

No problem! Just post the character, and I'll be good, besides posting mine. Also, that's good. I forgot to mention that in the rules, lol!

I'll post my character by tomorrow morning hopefully since I'm a bit busy rn, apologies for the wait!

Okay! That's fine.

Name: Serra Summer

Hero/Villain name/Nicknames: Nightshade

Gender: Female.

Age: 18

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Physical Appearance: She has blond hair, with natural black streaks in it. She has black-blue-purple-red eyes, with long eyelashes and high, arched eyebrows. She has an angular, pale face, usually accented by purples, pinks, blues, reds, blacks and greys. She has a slightly curved figure, accentuated by black thigh-high socks, a skirt, a sleeveless/short sleeved t-shirt and black boots. She has 3 ear piercings on one ear and two on the other. She usually just puts safety pins in them, to keep them from closing. Her skin is naturally pale. She usually has black, pink, purple, red and blue.

Villain Costume: Her villain costume is a black jumpsuit, with pink, purple, red and blue designs on it. She has a mask that covers everything besides her eyes and hair. There's also a cloak with a hood that she uses to hide her hair and keep her figure a little anonymous. She wears combat boots with her villain costume.

Power(s): She has the unusual ability to conjure up illusions and spectres of whatever a person fears the most, or whatever brings them the most joy. She can use her words to charm people into doing whatever she wants. It's more effective if it's something they want to do.

Personality: She's not a bad person. She just wants the world to be better, and has no problems with using her powers to manipulate those in power into making that happen. She's a quiet girl, and usually minds her own business, unless she sees someone being rude or mean to someone who doesn't deserve it. Then, she'll just walk up behind them, tap them on the shoulder and say Boo quietly, and the bully quickly leaves. She's kind, unless you've made her mad or messed with her family or friends. She's soft and doesn't like killing, but has been known to give permanent injuries to those who've tried to stop her from her goals.

Background: She was raised in an average middle-class family. She's had barely enough her whole life, and got sick of it. She accidentally discovered her powers at age 12. She discovered them when she told someone to go jump off a bridge because they were being an ass, and they did it that afternoon. That traumatized her, and made her aware of her powers. She vowed to never again use her power like that. So, she resolved that she would never have to. Slowly, starting at age 15, which is when her full power emerged and she gained full control of it, she started infiltrating county governments, whispering in ears and pulling strings. She was only noticed when a governor who was notoriously against LGBTQ+ rights suddenly had a "change of heart". She's slowly gained more and more influence in the state of California, which is her home, and soon plans on moving her sights to the next state over: Nevada. There's not much work to be done there, so she'll quickly move on after that, to Arizona.

Other: She has PTSD due to her involvement with another kid's suicide. She's kinda goth, and isn't afraid to show it. She's going to college at Stanford University.

Name: Ferris Glass

Hero Nicknames: Reaper's daughter

Gender: Female she/her

Age: 18

Sexuality: bisexual

Physical Appearance: ferris has short half brown, half white hair, loosley curled. Honey brown eyes rimmed typically with a colorful eyeliner. She had nicely tanned skin with freckles across her cheeks. Her face is oval in shape with soft features. She has a slim figure, nothing too outstanding. Her usual clothes are loose fitting blouses and crop tops accompanied by skinny jeans or long flowing skirts. If it's colder, she'll opt for a sweater. Shoes are mostly hightop conversation or the always reliable combat boots. Has miniature tattoos of stars and hearts around her arms and back

Hero Costume: ways carries a change of leggings and a t-shirt in her bag along with her signature overcoat in case her aide is needed. While she doesn't really believe in 'protect your identity first, then help later' she does want some sense of normality in her everyday life so she reluctantly carries the others around with her just in case.

Power(s): can see specters of dead beings, whether that be animals or people and call upon them for assistance if need be. While she doesn't particularly like seeing dead things everywhere, she had learned to make friends with ghosts and even come to appreciate them and the lessons they all have to share with her. (While not a power, she's particularly fmgood with blades, though she tries not to use them much either.)

Personality: carefree for the most part. She's your optimist, happy go lucky, cup always half full, always room for improvement and opportunity kinda girl. She prefers to see the best in people dispute how they may actually towards ferris. She wants to see everyone around her succeed even if it's to her own detriment sometimes. Some would call her naieve, and while she can admit that she can be over the top sometimes, she silently knows when someone is manipulating her. She loves everyone who comes into her life immensely, not matter how long or short their stay is. When alone or suing the part of the hero, she tends to be a bit more reserved and focused on the task at hand.

Background: lived a pretty average childhood with both her parents and younger brother up until the age of 14 when her brother died of an illness and she discovered her abilities to talk to ghosts. When she tried to find comfort by explaining what she could do to her parents, both brushed her off as insensitive and insisted they she not speak of her brother as if he were still there. When she kept trying to tell them he was, they threatened to kick her out of the home. While the threat did quiet her protests, it also caused her and her parents to drift apart until she moved out at 18 to her own apartment. From then she learned to keep her ability a secret from anyone who met her unless she genuinely thought they'd believe her most don't.

Other: doesn't have pets but claims to be followed around by a golden retriever named doodle. Doodle has now become her ghost brother's companion

(All set! So sorry for the wait!! Hope she's okay!)

(Here we go! Let's get this started.)

Hospitals were not safe… her house obviously wasn't… she was taken from there, and drugged. She remembers hardly anything. Just flashes, a blurry face… a flash of noise made her jump; a cat. She was limping… she thought she had a sprained ankle, definitely a few cracked ribs. She could feel her breath rattling, every gasp sending a spike of pain through her chest and body, every step an effort, like walking through jello on another planet. She ccould feel blood running from a gash on her face, and some other cuts and scrapes on her wrists, elbows, palms, knees… she had been through hell. And looked like it too. Her hair was tangled and matted with blood, her clothes torn and bloody; in the areas where her clothes had been torn, multiple bruises, cuts and scrapes could be seen. There was a bruise on her neck, like she'd been choked.

Serra's mind moves sluggishly, pain dominating her totally. She can barely think. There's only one place she can think of that's safe. Quite suddenly, she reaches her destination: a specific house, a single light on in a bedroom. She trips on the steps, and can't get up. She crawls up to the door, and, with the last of her flagging energy, knocks.

Quietly, she gasps out the words, "Please… please be here… please help me…" her voice sounding rough and hoarse.

"you're such a worrywart." Ferris giggled at her brother, the spector lingering in the corner with his arms crossed. Ferris rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh and lifted her shirt to show her brother, Theron, he healing stitches. "See? I'm okay. I haven't done much fighting in the past few days anyways." She reassured, Theron a gentle smile. "I'm okay, little brother." She repeated, voice softer. "I'll see you tomorrow okay? Give Doodle some good scratches to from me, kay? I live you little brother." She stood from her couch and stretched her arms above her head as she headed to her bedroom.
After changing into comfortable PJs, Ferris curled up in her bed with her laptop, typing up some reports of her earlier jobs as a hero as well as to enjoy a movie before going to bed. About halfway through the movie, long enough for Ferris to lightly fall, she was jerked awake by the sound of knocking at the door. She shit up out if bed and grabbed her closest weapon, a lomg knife on her bedrmside table. She quickly and quetoy made her way downstairs, lights now off due to her brother and checked each room first before moving towards the main entrance. He tucked the blade behind her thigh and took a deep breath before slowly opening the door, beyond surprised to find Serra at her door, injured and nearly passed out. Without thinking, she dropped the blade and crouched down on the ground, hands shakily grazing Serra's shoulder, unsure of what had been done to the hmgirk or how she was going to help. "What happened, Serr?" Ferris asked in a frantic whisper, pulling herself together and as gently as possible looping her arms around Serra's waist and under her arms to haul her into up. Instead if setting her down on the couch, Ferris brought the girl to her room, shoving aside the heavy comforters and laptop aside. "Here, lay down and don't move. I'll be right back." She promised, disappearing into the living room to find a first aide kit

She let out a moan when Reaper picked her up, then nearly passed out.

"I… I… d-don't kn-know…" Serra could barely speak, as bad as she was shaking and as badly hurt as she was. She goes silent, shaking as she lays on the bed, looking up at the hazy figure of Reaper. Serra feels a flash of confusion, suddenly forgetting where she was. She feels very light-headed, and very heavy.

"P-please… help…" was the only other thing she managed to say before falling unconscious.

Ferris came back with said first aid kit and as well as some warm water, food, tea and an extra set of clothes for when Serra awoke. She sighed and settled down beside Serra on the bed and started to dab away at the blood. "I've tried telling you it's dangerous but no you'd rather keep doing all this wreckless shit (wait can I swear…?)" Ferris shook her head agrily and flares down at the unconscious girl in her bed. "You're so glad I'm a good person and care about you, else you would have…would have…" She couldn't even say what was on her mind, she took a shakey breath and started to carefully clean all the wounds on serra's body, at least those that she could find without removing clothes. She did tentatively lift Serra's shirt to get to her stomach and sides but other than that, nothing else was moved. After refilling the water a few times and disinfecting all the wounds she could find, Ferris readied herself to stitch up the larger gashes and place gauze and cream over the smaller ones to keep them from getting infected. Nearly 3 hours later, Ferris was done with patching Serra up as much as she could. She barely had the energy to clean up but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until everything was put away. She covered Serra with the comforters for warmth and headed to the living room with an extra blanket and pillow to sleep on the couch

(Yeah, cursing is allowed just don't go the full 9 yards with it, lol!)

Serra startles awake, confused as to where she is. Then she remembers, and her eyes start to tear up. She feels more alert now than she did. They must have used morphine or something, whoever "they" were.

"I-I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have come here to you…I-I've put you in danger…" she says, getting up, crying out as soon as she put weight on her leg.

"I-I'm so sorry…" she whispers, collapsing onto the bed, sweating, a dazed look in her eyes. "I-I think I've been hit in the head…"

She touches her forehead, and, sure enough, she feels an extreme pain lance through her skull; she screams with the pain of it.

"I-I'm so sorry, I-I'm not trying to be annoying. I…" her words fail her for once. "I just had nowhere else to go. I can't go to a hospital, and I can't go home. My parents kicked me out as soon as I started college, and I can't go back… I'm so, so sorry for coming here…"

She keeps apologizing because she knows that whoever took her from her house can find Reaper's place. And for some reason, this makes Serra feel angry. But the only way she can deal with it right now is by crying, so that's what she does: she cries.

Ferris shot up and consequently, off the couch, landing on the floor with a heap of blankets and a loud thud. ignoring the pain shooting through her side from the still healing wound, she scrambled upright and half ran half stumbled to her bedroom, an extra knife clutched in her hand. At the threshold she quickly scanned the room, Looking for any intruder. When she saw none, she barely got the chance to relax at seeing Serra crying on the floor. She slowly crouched on the ground and gently pushed aside the girl's hair from her face, wiping away serra's tears with her sleeve. "Hey, hey, hey, you're safe." She cooed, gently pulling Serra into her arms. "You don't have to apologies for needing help or anything. Hell, I'd probably make you feel sorry if you didn't get help." She laughed lightly and pulled the comforter down so it'd wrap around them both to keep them warm. "I'm already in enough danger as it is Serr, I'm a hero remember? There are plenty more people targeting me without you coming into my home, don't worry about it." She reassured, blotting away the rest of her tears

Serra can't help it: she flinches. Then she simply melts into the embrace.

"Th-thank you…" she says, still crying. "I-I appreciate this…"

She huddles close to Ferris, glad that the hero is taking care of her, despite their differences.

Slowly, her heart rate goes down.

"I… I don't remember what happened to me. Is that bad?" she asks, trying her best to not cry.

Ferris gave a small chuckle "wow, are those manner I hear you? She gently teased, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. "You're welcome. Thank you for trusting me enough to come here." She glanced down at Serra. "No, I don't think it is. You're in shock. It's okay, you don't have to talk about whatever happened now." She reassured.
"Let's get you you back up on the bed, okay? It's way more comfortable than the floor, believe me. I'll stay until you fall asleep." She promised, gently nudging Serra up.

Serra grins, and laughs a little, which turns into a groan of pain.

"Okay, ow… ow… ow…" she says, wincing as she gets up. She tests her ankle. The looks at the bed.

"I-I'm not sure I can make it to the bed with my ribs and ankle being the way they are…" she states, looking at Ferris hopefully and awkwardly, sitting back down again. "I-I'm hesitant to ask, but could you please lift me into bed?"

She giggles alittle, which again turns into a moan of pain.

"Why is it so easy to laugh at this entirely not funny situation?" she asks, unable to prevent the giggles that escape her.

"if you think my tiny little self is carrying you up onto the bed, you're dreaming darlin." Ferris laughed softly and shimmied herself out from beneath Serra's weight and the blankets. "Alright, I'll try and lift you up as much as I can while you scooch on the floor and onto the bed, okay?" He asked, standing and readying herself to pull Serra up. "I don't know, but it's better than crying." She offered a smile and looped op arm around Serra's underarm and the other around her waist. "Alright, ready?"

"Okay, fair…" Serra says, laughing and wincing. "Although, it would be funny to see you lifting me."

"Alright. And yeah, I suppose it is." she winces, but grinning, as Ferris wrapped her in her arms.

"Okay. ready. 3, 2, 1… blastoff!" she giggles, scooching over to the bed and up onto it.

Once she gets up on the bed, she stops a bit to catch her breath. Then, she wiggles her way underneath the blankets again, looking down at Ferris. She giggles again.

"I didn't realize you were so small. You always seem so big whenever I see you…" she yawns, and then falls asleep. Not unconscious, just asleep.

"it honestly would be." She laughed along, grounding herself slightly as she adjusted her hold on Ser's abdoment and arms.
She nodded determinedly and, as gently as possible, yanked the girl back onto the bed. "How in the world… did you manage…to drag yourself out if bed…all the way here…but can't get yourself back?" She grunted out, flopping beside Serra once shetjey had made it to bed. She huffed a sigh and watched as the other got comfortable.
"Yeah yeah, I'm small, I can still kick your butt half the time." She rolled her eyes playfully and covered a yawn with her hand, gently nudging Serra over and curling up beside her under the covers. She breathed a laugh, finding Serra already going to sleep by the time she had gotten comfortable. "Always making my life so hard, huh?" She cooed teasingly, brushing aside stay hairs from serra's brow. "Sleep well, my lovely little nightshade. I'll see you in the morning." She hesitantly leaned forwards and kissed the villainess's brow before she could chicken out.