forum It takes a Monster to Kill Another Monster // One on One // Closed

Started January 13, 2020 by @Knick

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In the lawless world of Abos, it becomes hard to find a person that could be considered good. Even those who claim innocence tend to lie on it. The only ‘civilization’ you’ll truly find in Abos would be groups of people moving about, but even then you’re still at risk from getting killed; be it by another member or by..natural causes.

Despite being a vile world, Abos has its fair share of exciting events. Maybe not that exciting, depending on who you are.

In Abos, the term ‘Wolf’ is used for a person who kills people. But not just plainly killing people; you can only be considered a Wolf if you’ve killed multiple people, and have survived the ‘Talons,’ a term for the people that hunt the Wolves. There is one more thing that both a Wolf and a Talon should fear; an Apex, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

A specific Wolf in general has avoided being hunted multiple times. While his true name remains unknown, many people call him Trophy Hunter, or just Trophy for short. Mostly because of the interesting ‘trophies’ he leaves behind.

While it isn’t very common, another Wolf will sometimes go after another. Rarely do Wolves team up, though I assure you, they would be a force to fear if they did. Sometimes, they hunt each other. Either to eliminate the competition, show power, or for the thrill of the hunt. Sometimes all three.

Perhaps the Trophy Hunter will soon meet his last days.

Or maybe not.

Welcome to another one of my RPs, ItaMtKAm. I’ll go with the usual explanation of it here.

Both person A and person B are what is known as ‘Wolves,’ skilled people that have survived long in Abos and built up such a reputation to earn the title. Both people are trapped in a cycle of hunting each other. It’s kind of like a game..but once you’re dead, you’re pretty much dead forever.
Time’ll tell if anyone dies however, and what’ll happen. If they end up hunting each other in the end.
Here are the rules.

1. For once, romance is not a requirement in my RP. If you want it, I would prefer it to be straight; so keep in mind that Trophy is a man. Otherwise free in terms of choice.
2. A bit of a more mature RP with probably more violence, but we’ll keep it with rules.
3. With that being said, blood is allowed. Swearing is too.
4. In the event of a fight, no auto hitting, but don’t dodge everything either.
5. And keep in mind, while I use the term Wolf, we’re both humans in this RP.
6. Please no one liners.
7. Subject to change.

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Name:
Age: (20-28)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Aliases: (if any)

Appearance:
Personality:
Gear: (Abos does have guns and whatnot, but they’re not as good as the ones that we have in the real world. Keep that in mind if you list your weaponry. The technology of Abos is like..pre-industrialization. Mostly.)
Background: (can be a singular sentence or as long as you want)
Other: (anything else goes here.)

Please oh please let me use this character in a RP………

This looks super interesting…may I?

Of course!

Thanks! I can’t promise a character up for a bit, because I’m at school, but I can get one up later. Quick clarifying question, because I’m apparently unable to compute the things I read, you’re looking for someone to play a female, right?

While I would prefer it, it is your choice when it comes to making characters and I don’t mind in the end

Let me know if I need to change anything!

Name: Koa Teheiura

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: If she bothered to think about it, probably pan. She doesn’t trust herself to get that close to people though.

Aliases: Alaula Kāne, Mele. On occasion, Volcano, because of her temper.

Appearance:
Deep red hair, that catches the light like a fire. It’s wavy, and curls when it gets wet, falling near her shoulders. She keeps it short and tied up out of the way often.
Brown skin, half tanned and half just natural, with freckles smattering her shoulders and back.
Her eyes are an amber-brown, that appear to glow in the sun, but obviously don’t actually. They’re her favorite part of her appearance because of that.
She’s not super tall, only around 5’5, and has a dancer’s physique.
Covered in scars, obviously, most notably the knife wounds on her chest near her heart, the burn scars on her right shoulder and down that arm, including the brand-like marking on her wrist, and small scar over her lip.

Personality: Angry. That’s like, her main trait. She flip flops, though, between incredibly angry and rash, to guilty, and scared of herself. Wants to do good, but errs on the side of ‘morally ambiguous’, because right or wrong had no place in her childhood. Would do anything for someone she cares about, and is more than willing to risk her life to save someone. Kills for a mix of revenge and reason, and does sometimes accept payed kills. Only if they’re for someone worthy of murder.

Gear: Hands down a knife child. Serrated blades are her favorite, though. Will make use of anything around her, though she’s got horrible aim if it’s not with a throwing knife.

Background: Was born to wealthy parents, who got rid of her as soon as her temper showed itself. Meaning, at the age of seven, she found herself in the foster care system, with only dancing and fighting as a release for her anger. Suffered through quite a few horrible things, and tried to run multiple times. When she was eighteen and kicked out, she found lodging in a jail cell after defending herself from an attack one night, and in her escape attempt, killed the guard. With three kills on her ledger now, one an incident during her childhood, she was forced to run, and decided all that was left for her was murder, at this point.

Other: Wants a cat, but doesn’t think she can handle one. Terrified of dark and cramped spaces.

Name: Kesha Luchok
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: It’s a bit complicated. He doesn’t seem to have much of a preference, on one hand; on the other hand he very rarely shows any sense of attraction, due to the nature of..his habits. Maybe it’s possible for him, no one really knows though. A firm and final answer would probably be pan.
Aliases: Trophy, Trophy Hunter. Quill (a lesser known name of his)

Appearance: No one really knows what Kesha really looks like. As far as anyone’s seen, he most likely has hair on the shorter side, olive skin. Dark brown eyes that are almost black, but it’s easier to see the brown in the light. If you’re able to view them, that is. Kesha is around 5’11 in height, with a lightly athletic build.
He’s covered head to toe in what seems to be a mixture of furs and leather, dark brown in colour. He sort of wears what seems to be a furred cloak, but it’s hard to tell; it could be just a jacket. Wears boots too. Most clothing he wears is generally durable.
He presents a charcoal grey mask upon his face, hiding his identity away for multiple reasons.
On his left shoulder, what seems to be some sort of quills (porcupine?) stick from it, almost like a decoration.

Personality: Kesha is very distant, even for Abos standards. He’s got this warped view of the world, with little to no people knowing how he works. Those that know of the Trophy Hunter either try to hunt him, find out what makes him ‘tick’, or stay as far away as possible. Kesha is extremely patient and persistent as well. He’s calm.
Kesha takes any sort of attempt to kill him seriously, however; also adding onto his persistence. He remembers different things for long times.
Despite all of that, Kesha does respect some people. He knows when to back off.
A bad thing about him overall is his resistance to refusing to stop hunting someone or something. Often, it becomes more of a chore than a ‘thrill’ at that point, and when that’s happened, he’s generally lost his patience.

Gear: All sorts of sharp, small tools. He carries a rifle, but guns in Abos aren’t that good sometimes, so he uses it only in certain situations. Poisons he also carries, as well as their antidotes. Most poisons he has don’t really kill, just weaken the senses a bit (or a lot.)

Background: In Kesha’s opinion, some weren’t meant to be born in Abos. Kesha never specified if he was meant to be born in Abos, either.
Originally, Kesha was born in a small group up in the Northern mountains. It was quite cold up there. The group travelled often, sometimes settling down for a few days, only to take off again. Kesha grew used to having to move often. There isn’t much to say about ‘what happened’ in his past that made him switch to a weird mentality, given he had decent parents and siblings. Or maybe he had that viewpoint all along.
When the group was making their way down the mountain, a rare experience happened; two Wolves (one of which ended up betraying the other later on) attacked the group. Surprisingly, a lot of them survived. Unfortunately, some of Kesha’s younger siblings did not. With that going on, Kesha began to think almost differently. He thought of those Wolves that he saw.
And when he was older, he eventually left his group without a word, into the night. To track down the remaining Wolf that came along all those years ago, if they were even alive. And of course, they were. A battle was not easy, especially since it was Kesha’s first, but he used his surroundings to his advantage, and came out on top. Kesha could return to the group; he knew where they were..but he did not.
It would be a few more months until Kesha could be considered a Wolf after that.

Other: His voice comes out a lot different due to his mask. It could be some weird voice changer, or just the mask itself, or maybe Kesha talking differently. Maybe a combination of two of those.

(Looks good! Have any questions, and did you want me to start, or did you want to begin first?)

As far as Kesha was concerned, it was an average day.

As usual, he wandered in the forests of Abos. The forests were always an interesting place to hunt. Many hiding places, but it was also a calm place. That most people preferred to stay out of, especially with Wolves like Kesha running around as of recent. On the outer limits, ‘spears’ marked the landscape, skulls planted upon them. Kesha’s trophies which he hunted. He puts them there as a marker, that he was there; or a warning to those entering the area.

Kesha moves slowly. Almost like he’s stalking something, though he’s not. He always walks like this; one foot in front of the other, place down the foot, repeat with the other. Almost everyone did, although Kesha did it as if he was cautious about something. Which he was. Wolves were quite intelligent, and could set traps. Kesha had to be on high alert for that.

Kesha makes his way to a somewhat rotting tree. It’s old, judging by its size, and almost hollowed out, yet still fairly sturdy. He knows a strong storm will change that, though. As far as he’s aware, there isn’t any storm yet. It’s currently cloudy, the sun visible through the grey clouds.

Kesha ducks and maneuvers himself into the hollowed tree. He presses himself into the back of it, almost crouching down; stopping for a break. Or to just quietly clean some of his weapons. Even as a Wolf, Kesha maintains his weaponry. It’s important; it’s not easy to come across good quality stuff such as this.

Koa was hunting.

To be fair, she didn't really tend to stop. Always on the trail of her prey, for whatever reason. Stopping felt like standing still, and standing still was something the fiery Wolf did horribly. When death was just around every turn, what else could one expect from her? If she wasn't one step ahead, she was laying with her throat slashed on the ground. She had to be the smartest, and the most dangerous thing around.

And usually, she was. Koa was good at murder. Good at channeling anger into her blows, into a fight. Her blades sang with it like extensions of her limbs, living and breathing the thrill of a fight. A dance, is what it was to her. At least, that's what a good fight was. And there was only one person who'd ever given her a good fight and lived.

And she was hunting him now. Trophy Hunter. Half an arch-nemesis, half the only person she ever felt sort of understood her. They'd had the briefest meetings, but each time, she felt a certain kinship. That's what being murderers did, apparently.

She was in the woods, now, fiery hair pulled up into a short ponytail, slipping nearly silently along. She looked like a flame. Her skin took on a golden tone in the light that did filter through, hair glowing with it. Death was her patron, and she wielded that power well, fear of the fire in her eyes hand in hand with it. Too bad she was just as afraid of herself.

Contrary to popular belief, none of Kesha’s weaponry; or at least rarely were they stained in blood. He kept them clean, both the weapons and most of the kills he did. It was just keeping them in good condition, to make them last is what he was doing.

He pauses as he hears a bird song. It’s just one bird, not that far from here. Not an oddity in a forest, but in this forest? You didn’t see many songbirds around here. Kesha took note of it. It wasn’t the most important detail of his day. Perhaps it was in one of the untouched areas?

Kesha shortly finishes his work and makes sure each and every one of his things are settled. He stands up, ducking slightly to exit the hollowed tree. The bird is no longer singing. It’s gone, either just a coincidence, or perhaps it saw the Wolf leaving the den.

He sniffs, glancing around. Take a few steps forwards. He hasn’t hunted anything in a while. Wolves did not go long without hunting, generally. Kesha glanced to his left, then to his right again.

It seems he’s thinking of something, but makes a decision when he moves to his left, trekking off from the area. Kesha isn’t loud when he moves. He’s quiet. He doesn’t move fast, but he doesn’t move slow, either. He doesn’t want to lose the Prey just yet, nor does he want to waste energy.

He continues moving on, keeping himself alert.