forum Monsters and Mortals (0/1 dark fantasy rp)

Started September 19, 2022 by Deleted user

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Vampires haven’t been around for about a hundred years. They’re pretty much ancient history at this point. Or are they?

Your character hunts down sirens, the spirits of dead women cheated by men, generally near large bodies of water, out for vengeance. They hear reports of a siren near the red light districts conveniently enough by the side of the bay. But this one seems different the moment the two lock eyes.

Anyways this could be an enemies to lovers, could be a buddy comedy. My character is a vampire, yours a monster hunter. Some events I have planned out force them to team up to save the world, and eventually they become at least friends. Maybe more. Who knows?

Now for some ground rules. This rp will contain some more mature themes and dark content so read at your own caution. Anything explicit/smutty specifically goes to dms if it happens at all because I can’t write smut well and I get embarrassed reading it (yes this is virgin behavior leave me alone). Swearing is fine but keep it to a medium minimum, I’m not a prude but too much cussing reads weird to me except in specific situations where it would be in character. I’m not picky who I rp with but I’m generally not online from 7:30 to 2:30-ish as I have school so you’ll need to be fine with that. And most importantly, have a great time! I want this to be fun for everyone involved.

Hello! This sounds really fun, would it be alright if I joined?

Of course!!

Awesome, thanks!
Do you have a template/outline you want me to follow for making my character?

Honestly only if you want one. I have a few different templates prepared based on how detailed you want our characters to be.

Ok! I'll probably make my character in a few hours or tomorrow

Ok. I’ll get a sheet up then!

Here's my character, should I add more details or is this enough?

Name: Phoenix Quintero
Age: 22
Gender: Trans man
Pronouns: He/Him
Orientation: Panromantic Asexual
Appearance: 5'6", has short wavy wine-red hair, medium skin tone, dark brown eyes, lean and slightly muscular, not necessarily handsome but also not offensive on the eyes either
Personality: Ambivert, clever, sarcastic, loyal, compassionate, observant, fair, loyal, gets angry/annoyed easily when sleep deprived or stressed
Likes: Coffee, chocolate, reading, nighttime/stars, animals, food, jokes and puns
Dislikes: Monsters, waking up early, bugs, dishonest/disloyal people, deep bodies of water

I think that’s okay! I’ll get a character up soon I just will be over at my moms house and might not have time to so yeah lol

Lol it's all good

Name: Bacchus Eleutherios, Elle for short (vampire names work in reverse similar to how many East Asian names work. Surname first, first name last.)
Age: 602, appears to be around his mid-twenties.
Gender: Cis man
Pronouns: He/him
Orientation: Unlabled
Appearance: Elle is the type of man you just can’t stop staring at, his beauty overwhelms you. He’s tall, broad shouldered and muscular, with dark skin, braids to his mid back, and deep dark eyes that keep you transfixed for hours. In another life, he could have worked for the Devil as an Incubus. He has butterfly wings tattooed on his back, and typically wears very revealing outfits always featuring some sort of blood red. His nose is curved down and hooked slightly.
Personality: Elle lives for drama, or shall we say undeads? Anyways, he’s dramatic in a swishy, movement filled kind of way, always trying to take up space. Like Heather Chandler, Elle is a mythic bitch. He is snippy, sarcastic, and above all else cold. Completely disconnected from humanity, Elle just doesn’t. Feel sympathy or compassion, although he is very good with empathy and knowing how others are feeling and using that to his advantage.
Powers: Vampires serve the Devil, so they have many demonic powers, as well as the blood drinking allowing for eternal youth and beauty. Elle can read minds of people whose blood he’s tasted, can shapeshift into various animals, can fly in the night, and can use mind control if someone has consumed his blood, as well as can use telekinesis during nighttime. Basically, all his powers are either stronger or exclusive to nighttime.
Weaknesses: The sun burns him, a stake through the heart will kill him, and he is greatly weakened during the day.
Backstory: Elle has existed since the ancient times, but his memory of those times is all but gone. He was turned by the first vampire, and was his thrall for a while before separating after being left for dead to the hands of some angry peasants. When the Great Vampire Extermination happened, he laid low for a while until things got better. Now in modern day, Elle is trying to bring back vampires one bite at a time.
Other: Elle is very fond of snakes, and likes to abuse religious Christian imagery to be edgy since it doesn’t affect him.

Like Heather Chandler, Elle is a mythic bitch.

I absolutely love that description lmao, I love your character!

Thank you so much!! Shall we begin?

Sure!

(Tw for some derogatory language and mentalities from Elle here, mostly sexist but also a little bit entitled and assault-y if you squint. This is why I find the really bad villains hard to write starters for haha.)

Elle had standards. Maybe that didn’t make sense for a vampire, but he preferred to create new vampires who would admire him, not fear him. He could manipulate a few idiots into trusting him, then turn and make them serve as thralls for a few years until they paid him enough that he could release them from their service. Payment didn’t even have to be money. Mostly it was jobs. Create a certain quota of vampires, kill a few powerful enemies, go after some high profile monster hunters that would catch on quickly if not exterminated… the list went on. Elle especially liked turning women. They trusted men who gave them positive attention, and typically the women he turned had tragic enough lives to need the help. He didn’t dabble in pity, he avoided it in fact. Elle simply preferred to bring power to the powerless, and in that trick them into giving up everything they’d ever known. It was funny to him, a game.

Tonight, he was focusing on feeding, then going to visit one of his favorite of the whores in this part of town. He had to look his best, so he put on a light bit of makeup with lips the color of rubies or blood, and then made his way to his closet. He didn’t live permanently here, Elle had a variety of residences hidden enough from the world that he could disappear into them as needed. He chose a fluffy, puffy pink jacket, high heels that he’d stolen off of a corpse a while back (not one of his own but conveniently his shoe size) and some tight, tight short-shorts that showed off his assets well. He chose a red bralette to go underneath the jacket, figuring if he looked enough like one of the prostitutes on this patch of land he’d be able to slip in and out of places without anyone batting so much of an eye, and it made his pecs look good.

The sun had set, and it was time to go out. Elle walked down the piers and around the houses propped up above the water or above the shoreline that often flooded. He got a sense he was being followed. Not a power of his, more of an intuition.

(Lol it's perfectly fine, I understand that.)

Phoenix was not in the best of moods tonight. For weeks he'd been hearing variations of reports saying that a siren was spotted near the shore of this small town, and yet every time he came to investigate, he'd found nothing. He almost didn't bother coming back, thinking that the reports were a prank, but the promise of being paid double for his troubles made him reluctantly agree to return.

He shivered a bit at the cool breeze as he walked along the piers, pulling his black wool-lined cloak tighter around his lean frame. He was glad that he opted to wear his water-resistant shirt and pants, along with his new pair of combat boots. The tread on them was definitely helping him maintain his balance on the wooden platform of the pier, made slick by the spray of water that was all around him. Phoenix patted the side of his pants and sighed in relief when he felt the hilt of his serrated silver dagger sticking out of its sheath, strapped securely to his belt. He didn't forget it this time, thankfully. The weapon obviously wouldn't do anything against a siren, but he didn't want to take the chance that someone or something else would attack him. Better to be safe than sorry.

Phoenix scanned the darkening waters with watchful eyes, searching for even a glimpse of the creature that supposedly lurked beneath its depths. To be completely honest, he felt sorry for sirens. They didn't deserve the fate they were given, being betrayed by men they trusted and then turned into monsters. But every time he approached one they tried to kill him, so he couldn't necessarily feel bad on their behalf for long.

After a few minutes of walking quietly down the pier, Phoenix saw a figure out of the corner of his eye, walking way ahead of him. It looked humanoid, but he couldn't quite tell if it was human or not. Sirens, or powerful ones at least, had the ability to walk on land amongst people for short periods of time. Phoenix hated it when sirens did that because it made it a very difficult scene to describe to the people watching when he discovered the creature's identity and tried to kill it. It was even worse if law enforcement officers were around to witness the unique spectacle.

He made sure to walk even more quietly than he already was and kept a safe distance from the figure, loosening the thick cloak around him so he could move easier.

(Tw for gore. Not super descriptive but no less graphic.)

Elle eventually got to the bustling alleyways along the Diamond Strip, named ironically after the thieves, liars, and cheats who’d bring your wallet to ruin as soon as bat their eyes at you. Elle was careful in these places. Eventually he slipped into the crowds and away from his stalker. He found his way into a graciously empty alleyway and flew up to the rooftops in a blur of shadow and pink.

His feet danced across the rooftops as he traversed them, eventually he found his way to where a young couple were shoving their tongues down each other’s throats quite unceremoniously below. Elle cringed inwardly for the sake of the young men, but outwardly smiled. He slipped down silently, the two not even noticing him until he showed his glimmery fangs and claws. “I suggest you not run. It only makes it more inconvenient for me when you die screaming.”

“Siren!” one shouted, running. The other stood frozen. Elle chose the frozen one. He pounced upon him with such grace and fury and violence as to bring nightmares to the hearts of grown men at the sight, especially through what came next. He pierced flesh, stood for a minute letting the blood flow and eventually lapped up what oozed out of the wound. Contrary to popular belief, blood was only half of the spell. The hunt, and the subsequent kill, was what was really needed to achieve eternal youth and beauty. Elle could consume as much blood as he liked, but if the victim survived it was all in vain.

He speared his hand into the young man’s stomach and tore out his organs, then ran back up the walls and up to the rooftops once more, shifting into a cat with splattered tortoiseshell patterning as to not be too conspicuous.

He ran until he was caught up with the running one, the young man who had unfortunately ruined his fun. That one had to die as well, so he couldn’t ruin Elle’s little setup here in Fishtown. He landed on the man and startled him, shifting back in another blur of movement and speared his brains with the surprisingly tough heel. He then kicked the body into the water below, and assumed cat form once more, strolling along the piers and making his way into a brothel.

Phoenix frowned when he lost sight of the myterious figure. It must've dissolved into the crowds; sirens had a tendency to do that to avoid hunters like himself. He noticed an older-looking man a few feet away giving him a wide grin, the pale green eyes of the stranger eyeing him like he was prey. Phoenix returned the smile, casually pushing his cloak to the side to reveal the dagger at his side, its intricate silver hilt gleaming when a ray of moonlight hit it. The would-be thief's eyes widened, the smile quickly dropping from his face. He held out a hand in an apologetic wave before slipping away into the crowd, going the opposite direction.

Phoenix wove his way through the throng of people easily, sighing with relief when the alleyways started to become less crowded. He almost made the mistake of starting to relax when he suddenly heard someone shout "Siren!" and a young man bolt past him out of another alleyway with a look of sheer terror on his face. Phoenix immediately tensed up and crept closer to the backstreet the man had come from, keeping close to the shadowed walls to blend in. He held in his breath, cringing when he heard something being crunched, followed by the sound of something being torn out gruesomely. He waited a few more moments before taking the risk and peeking his head into the alleyway, his dagger already in hand.

It took a great amount of self-control to refrain from dropping the blade onto the ground in shock. Phoenix stared at the disembodied form of the human in front of him, mind clouded and body paralyzed with horror.
"Shit," he cursed, shaking himself from his stupor. One of the first rules when dealing with monsters was to never let fear take control of you. Ever.
He forced himself to walk closer to the broken body. He tentatively crouched down next to the man, his heart hammering into his chest. He'd never seen a siren do this before. That's because a siren couldn't do sometime like this. They could only kill in water. And even then, Phoenix had never seen a victim slaughtered as ruthlessly or as grisly as this. He hasn't heard any reports about another monster being in town…but how could a human have caused this? And so quickly and effectively too?

He got up after a few moments of silence, glancing around. He needed to leave. He couldn't explain this to the cops if they came by here. Feeling horrible while doing so, Phoenix left the body behind, hoping that the man who ran away at least got somewhere safe. He put the hood of his cloak over his head, keeping his head low whenever he saw someone approach his general direction. He walked quickly, practically to the point of jogging and almost laughed in relief when he saw the blackened waters and the piers once more. He slowed down his pace and took his hood off, relishing the cool breeze and the spray of salt water as it hit his face.

Secure in the knowledge that he was safe, Elle made his way up the stairs and into one of the private rooms. He’d booked it specifically for tonight, and as he squeezed himself through the just slightly open door, he pondered to himself if turning this girl was worth it. No, beggars couldn’t be too choosy. Elle would have to make due with training this girl and then quickly getting out of town, leaving her only letters of instruction. He honestly didn’t have anyone here he needed killed that could easily put up a fight, problematic in itself but even more so that this girl was terrified of what would happen to her if she left town.

He shifted back to his original form, lounged back on the bed, and waited. Eventually, someone came out, a pint-size girl barely above fourteen and, whilst beautiful, small and a bit pathetic for Elle’s tastes. Fortunately for them both he wasn’t at all interested in her; too young and not his type as Elle had some standards for lovers, and he preferred them to be at least of what was legally the consenting age and then some among other things.

“Elle, you can’t be here! I have a client coming up any minute!” she said, looking sad and worn in her nightdress where underneath she wore garments too mature for her interests. If Elle felt pity, it would certainly be for her.

“I am he, but fear not my sweet Elizabeth. I have no interest in the trivial, lustful pursuits of mortals. At least, not with mortals like you. Darling, you’re too scrawny and far too young for me. I could easily be your father.” Elle said.

The girl looked slightly miffed now. “I’m… I’m not some helpless child!” she said, tugging at the sleeves of her gown and completely ruining any effect her words might have had. “And anyways, I know you’re not the type to lie with a girl like me. Any girl, really. I’ve seen you with the men of this house.”

Elle’s eye twitched in irritation, but he otherwise remained calm. “Not like it’s any of your business. Now, dear, you look troubled. There’s something on your mind. I can sense it.”

“Well…” she stopped. She didn’t know if she should say more, or leave the subject be.

Phoenix decided to stray off of the pier and go closer to the bay. It wasn't the smartest decision he ever made, given that the rocks of the shoreline were slippery, not to mention that a monster much worse than a siren lurked somewhere close by, but he chose to do it anyway.

Water splashed his legs teasingly as he walked up to the shore. His eyes scanned the murky sea for signs of danger, but the waves were silent.
Or at least, they were until he saw a pair of enchanting, sea blue eyes staring at him from beneath the dark waters. Phoenix immediately tensed up, going for his dagger.

Leave, the siren hissed, it's voice etheral and mesmerizing. Phoenix's mind started to become cloudy, as it normally did when a siren spoke to him. Luckily, the trick to escaping the trance was to think of something you hated, or feared; the opposite of what a siren's voice tempted you with. The disembowled body of the man flashed in his head and the fog trapping his mind immediately cleared.
"Why?" He asked it, his voice low and raspy from disuse. "You're the one who's been terroizing this town." Another idiotic move on his part; engaging in conversation with the monster you were sent to hunt was never a good idea.
Not me, it replied, not unnevered by the fact he could resist its voice, much to Phoenix's surprise. Something else. Evil.
"Like what?" He questioned, intrigued despite his instincts screaming at him to run.
Evil, it repeated. Ancient and powerful. Not safe, even for sirens.
"Okay, but why tell me?" Phoenix demanded, getting slightly annoyed by how vague the creature was being. "Your kind hates people like me."
Yes, but we hate this one more, the siren hissed, revealing its alluring head above the water, narrowing its eyes at him. You're a monster hunter, are you not?
"I am," he responded, wondering if maybe the siren was affecting him after all. He was going to get himself killed if he kept talking to it.
Then kill this one! it ordered. It's presence makes me unable to hunt; I'm starving.
Phoenix was about to say something else but it vanished beneath the waves, effectively ending the conversation.
He frowned. Sirens normally didn't give out warnings. Maybe it was messing around with him, to catch him off guard so it could lure poor unsuspecting victims into its domain.
But then again, it didn't kill him…
Phoenix shook his head. The water was making his thoughts go all over the place. He made his way back to the pier, doing his best to forget what the siren told him.