forum The Killing Kind (o/o CLOSED, SORRY)

Started April 15, 2020 by @LemonGirl

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Classic Man vs. Beast except larger scale… Which is still pretty classic, but oh well.

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For many, many years, humans believed themselves to be the top of the food chain. They sought comfort in knowing beyond doubt that they were the only ones intelligent enough to live a life pursuing happiness. Any inkling of a world otherwise has been rejected and shunned, chalked up to an overactive imagination or mental instability. Now, however, things are different.

Mythical creatures thought only to have existed in fairytales have begun to flood the streets, picking off humans with little to no effort. Some were eaten, some tortured, some murdered in cold blood, and some still kept captive for nefarious reasons. Not all supernaturals sought destruction, but enough reveled in their newfound power that their image has been severely tainted.

Before long, a full-fledged war broke out, with armies from either side organizing to try and take control back from the other. Massive casualties have been suffered on either side, leading to the world hosting a mere fraction of the previous population, although humans still far outnumber the supernaturals.

Our story focuses on a blooming relationship between a human previously belonging to one such army and a loner supernatural.

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This is a pretty rough idea and I retain every right to alter parts of this, but the main gist is explained pretty well. I'll play the loner supernatural.

For a little more plot guidance, the supernatural is captured by enemy forces who try to make him talk, but fail since he doesn't know anything. Said supernatural is hated by his own kind because he wants peace between the races. The human has been fed up with the war and wants to opt for peace, as well, but no one is listening to them. Feeling for the supernatural, they help him escape and try their hand at living in this post-apocalyptic setting on their lonesomes.

I'd like for this to be romance, either hetero or homo—I have no preference, really.

Let me know if you're interested!

I am absolutely interested

That was quick, okay lol

Do you have any questions, or are you ready for the template?

I think I'm ready for the template, I can probably get it done either tonight or tomorrow morning

Alright, cool! I'll leave this to you with these words: Just know that this is just as much your rp as it is mine. Obviously I don't want to deviate from the main plot/conflict, but if you ever feel like you want to throw in some extras to fight or raise other scenarios, or have the due stumble across interesting landscape/buildings/cities, etc., please do!

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Name:
Age (roughly 19-23ish):
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Clothes:
Personality:
Backstory (optional):
Weapon(s):
Other:

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I'll post mine as soon as he's done!

Name: Aeden Felore
Age (roughly 19-23ish): 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pan
Appearance: About 5’8, fair skinned, with black hair pulled halfway up with the excess left to dangle to the nape of his neck. He has watchful gray eyes and a relatively thin face—objectively attractive in the way ever fae is. He has a slim build, tone only from his months of running. You can tell by looking at him that he’s not very physically strong—which is true. His ears are long and pointed (many mistake him for an elf, to his great dislike).
Clothes: He wears a light gray cloak when he’s on the run or trying to hide, but whenever possible, he much prefers to wear just a normal t-shirt with his slim-fitting khaki-colored pants. He also wears matching converse (he’s a simple fae).
Personality: He’s generally timid most of the time, although he tends to forget this every now and then and is left to suffer the consequences of a quick-moving tongue. He struggles to rely on others, and he’s very slow to trust. He’s loyal, but he often underestimates his ability to be of use to anyone he places his loyalty in. Above all, he hates conflict. Despite all of this, once he’s warmed up to someone he can’t help but share all his thoughts and feelings. (He’s a totally open book.) He’s not-too-secretly very earnest, and if driven to be, protective.

• Basically, his stats would look something like this: Strength - 2/10, Intelligence - 7/10, Wisdom - 8/10, Dexterity - 8/10, Constitution - 4/10, Charisma - 3/10.

Backstory (optional):
Weapon(s): A pocket knife, just in case.
Other: He’s a fae, which is relatively uncommon in this world. Most fae are incredibly strong… Not necessarily him. Overall, he's actually pretty weak. Like, can't-even-pull-back-a-bowstring-weak.

List of powers/abilities:

• Healing - He’s able to heal most physical wounds. The more life-threatening the wound, the harder it is to heal and the more energy it takes to heal it.
• Light - He can wield light energy in small doses. The bigger the blast, the more energy is sapped from himself.
• Hypnosis - Very limited. He can sort of trick the minds of humans into suiting his needs, but this is easily noticed and overpowered. Only incredibly weak-minded individuals will succumb to this.
• Plant Manipulation - He can encourage plant growth from pretty much anywhere. The better the conditions for that plant, the easier it’ll be to manipulate plants in that environment. Also, the bigger the plant, the more energy it takes.
• Illusions - He can cast very simple illusions, mostly for hiding or blending into the shadows. It helps him focus if he holds his breath, but he doesn’t need to in order to cast them. If he moves, however, the illusion will be dropped almost instantly.
• Dream Walking - He can wander into dreams if both he and the dreamer are fast asleep. He cannot harm the dreamer, but he can change the dream’s environment.

List of weaknesses (common knowledge among humans):

• Silver - Burns.
• Iron - Renders him powerless.
• Cream - Makes him drunk.
• Lemons/Limes - Poisonous.
• Sugar/Salt - Less of a weakness, more of an annoyance. He gets a nearly irresistible urge to count every grain if it’s poured in front of him. It can be ignored, but it’s like a cat with a laser beam… He just…really…wants…to count them…

Note: The time period is undecided, but modern-day weapons will exist, so feel free to give your character a gun if you so desire.

Note 2: I've constructed a starter which, as you'll see when we begin, is probably way too long, but it provides at least some necessary info. Your role in the very beginning will be a guard meant to make sure Aeden doesn't escape, but other than that, your character is entirely your own. I figure this way the two can interact, maybe build up some trust, and eventually, they can both make their escape.

Alright, sorry that I couldn't get a character up yet.

No problem—take your time :)

Name: Ace Sullivan
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Appearance: Ace is 5'4, with pale skin and short brown hair. She has a small nose, freckles and electric blue eyes. Ace has long arms and legs and a thin rectangle body shape.
Clothes: Ace usually wears a plain white shirt with black leggings and tall brown combat boots. If it's cold, she wears a brown bomber jacket. She has a belt with a few pockets hanging off of it and a sheath for her knife.
Personality: Ace is reckless and bold, with a desire to help others. She's loyal and determined, but has trust issues.
Backstory (optional): Ace was born to a poor family, and was taken to become a soldier when she was ten. After three years, she escaped the training camp, and has been devoted to stopping the war ever since. Her motivation to end the fighting is unknown.
Weapon(s): Ace uses a knife. She's had hers since she was about thirteen, and it has sentimental value.
Other:

She's awesome and I love her! She and Aeden will clash so well personality-wise ahhhh

Are we ready to begin? I'll post the starter if you are!

I'm ready!

It was late at night and Aeden had been walking for what felt like ages. After being chased out of what was supposed to be a neutral inn by his own kind, he truly had nowhere else to go. He hadn’t slept for more than a couple hours in three days, and lack of sleep was really beginning to take a toll on him.

In light of that, it really shouldn’t have been a surprise when he bumped into a patrol of humans armed to the teeth with military-grade weapons, neck deep in their territory.

“Um, e…excuse me,” Aeden stuttered, fidgeting with his fingers nervously and avoiding eye contact with anyone in the group. “Can I help you?”

Without warning, one of the men stepped into his little circle of space. Aeden flinched back and moved to grab his pocket knife, but a solid hand on his wrist stopped him. Someone flashed a light in their direction while the other hand yanked off his hood. The man quickly called to his friends, “We’ve got another one!”

The fae’s free hand flew to his ears, fluttering uselessly as if to hide them. Fear paralyzed him up until the first fist sank into his gut.

Aeden staggered back, throwing a hand out to shield himself from the next blows, but was caught off guard when something blunt hit the back of his head. He cried out as he fell to his knees, trying his best to scramble to his feet. Distantly he recalled how strong he was supposed to be, and acting on pure instinct, again tried to raise his hand. This time a bright light, strong enough to overpower the flimsy flashlight the humans had, began to spill from his fingertips.

Before he could direct the power, the same blunt object from before slammed into him again, this time hitting his temple. The light dissipated and his body collapsed to the ground, but Aeden clung stubbornly to consciousness. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he sobbed quietly, curling his arms protectively around his head. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again! Please,” he begged, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Knock him out.”

The last thing Aeden heard before the world went black was, “Try not to kill this one.”

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When the fae came to, everything was sore and his arms were strung up, attached to a pole in the center of what he presumed to be the humans’ camp.

His face and ribs throbbed, which worried him. As far as he remembered, he hadn’t been struck in either of those places during his altercation with the humans. What else had been done to him while he was out?

Heart hammering, he slowly raised his head to survey his surroundings. Only a couple people were around, two of them sitting outside nearby tents. Guards, he realized, shifting uncomfortably. Which means the humans want something from me… What happens if I don’t have it? What if I do?

Pushing past the panic, he looked at the sky. It was a gloomy gray, meaning it was probably early dawn and he hadn’t been unconscious for that long. A couple hours at most, he guessed.

He redirected his eyes at the camp, noting how small it was. It couldn't have been an official army base—there were only a couple dozen tents that he could see, and the few people out and about (besides the guards) were dressed in regular clothes. Most didn't even appear to be armed… It might be a refugee camp, he thought.

Next, he tried reaching for his power. He didn’t have very high hopes, but it left him disheartened all the same when his wounds refused to heal. Cuffs must be made of iron. Tears sprang to his eyes, but he blinked them away. Now wasn’t the time.

He jumped as one of the guards wordlessly stood up and ambled over to a tent, leaving just the one, less scary guard in charge of him.

Aeden took a deep breath, dragging his legs inward in a protective manner, and called out softly to her. “Uh…um, do you have any…” He swallowed, wincing at the way his voice had cracked. “Any water?” he finished sheepishly, ducking his head and biting his lip, bracing himself for the worst.

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_{(The camp is a relatively small, disorganized bunch of ex-soldiers, soldiers and regular civilians alike, just for clarification. Also, sorry for the length, lol. My responses after this will be more bite-sized—I promise!)}

"Alright. They're gone." Ace glanced around before pulling a key out of her pocket. "Got this from the guy who put you up there." Ace stepped forward and unlocked the cuffs, letting Aeden sink to the ground. "Are you hurt badly? Here." She handed him a canteen, filled with water.

Aeden watched her with wide eyes, not daring to speak yet. What's going on?

He silently rubbed the blood back into his wrists, wincing at the dull pain encircling them and never taking his eyes off of the women.

He shook his head in response to her question, meekly receiving the canteen and uncapping it. He sniffed the contents, doing his best not to look as suspicious as he felt (it wouldn't be the first time someone tried poisoning him with lemon water). Deeming it safe, he let out one single, quiet, "Thank you," before tipping a good portion of the canteen down his throat. He made sure to save enough for her and quickly handed it back.

He hesitated, just barely suppressing the urge to scramble off into the sunrise. Surely this was some sort of trick? Why would the humans go to such an effort to capture him and then let him go? It didn't make sense. He could try and attack, but that didn't exactly bode well for him and, besides, he really meant it when he told everyone that he wanted peace between the races. Resigning himself to a probably stupid decision, he waited for her to speak or move first.

"We've gotta move pretty soon. They'll notice that you're gone." Ace held out her hand, offering to help him up. "Do you need anything else before we go? Chances are, I can get some from the camp."

"Notice that I'm…" he trailed off, then shook his head, looking much more determined. "I don't need anything," he assured her, almost feverent. He could salvage food from somewhere else—that, at least, hadn't been much of a problem for him.

He hesitantly took her offered hand, using his other to help prop him up against the pole he'd been bound to. Having reached his feet again, he hastily dropped her hand and pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, effectively hiding his pointed ears. "Where's the entrance?" he asked, keeping his voice lowered and almost submissive-sounding.

"Follow me. It's pretty close. Until we're far enough from the camp, you're a new recruit." Ace's voice was almost a whisper. She took off in a brisk walk towards the exit. "Anyway, newbie," Ace started, her voice much louder and upbeat. "That's the camp, now I'll show you where we're gonna be on patrol."

"R-Recruit?" Aeden stammered, eyes darting this way and that. He hurried after her, habitually slouching into himself and looking a lot like a lost puppy might.

She said something else he didn't quite understand before it all suddenly clicked. The fae faltered slightly but forced himself to keep following, realizing this was part of a ploy to get them both out safely. But why is she helping me? a small part of him couldn't help but continue asking.

"Hey, you two! Stop for a second!" a voice suddenly called out.

Aeden froze, arms locked at his sides.

"Turn around and state your purpose," the soldier said, and Aeden was relieved they seemed to have remained undiscovered.

He slowly turned, doing his best to look non-threatening in the process.

"Wait—before that, take off your hood, sir, and show me your face."

His heart raced as he obliged, acting quickly to cast a wordless illusion that would hide his ears. He held his breath. As long as I don't move…

The soldier hummed in acknowledgment, then turned his attention to the girl. "I don't recognize him, but you look familiar. Did I hear you call him newbie a moment ago?" the man asked.

Ace nodded. "Yeah, he's a newbie. Got here a short while ago. I was showin' him around before our patrol starts. We were just on our way, actually. We shouldn't be late, the other guys are coming back and we might miss something."

"Understood. Watch yourself newbie, and make sure you two are finished by noon—Boss wants as many of us present as possible when we interrogate the fae. You know he's supposed to be pretty weak? Blake says he cried like a baby when they caught him. Kinda pathetic if you ask me," the man said, shaking his head as he turned to walk away. "Careful out there. See you later."

Aeden's knees were weak as he exhaled, letting the illusion drop and pulling the hood securely over his head again. He felt a little bit sick and a little-lot humiliated, but he whispered a small, "Thank you," to the women nevertheless. He was terrified she'd betray him, but for whatever reason, she really did appear to be helping him. He did his best to suppress the trembling in his fingers and pushed onward.

As the duo left the camp, Ace turned around. "I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? I'm Ace, and I'm gonna end the war."

"End the war?" I really need to stop repeating everything she says, he realized, averting his eyes once more. "I… I mean, that's a great…goal…to have, but I've been trying that for years. All it got me was the brand of a traitor," he responded somewhat bitterly, pulling back the collar of his shirt to reveal the mark at the base of his neck.

The core of the brand was circular, and from the outside circumference, thirteen spokes branch out. Each branch was geometric in design—too intricate to have been accidental—and altogether embodied the symbol that many of the supernatural perceived to mean 'bad luck'. In order for the brand to scar, the fae had been imprisoned and rendered powerless long enough for the burn to heal on its own.

Noticing he'd been stuck in his thoughts for far too long, he released his shirt collar and forced a weak grin. "Um, but it is nice to meet you!" he said hurriedly. "My name's Aeden, and I, uh… I really appreciate you getting me out of there."

He paused, uncertain, then said, "If you have a plan to end the war… Can… Can I hear it?"