forum When the Going Gets Tough...Guess We'll Just Go with the Flow ((CLOSED))

Started May 31, 2019 by @Dragoncita group

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We have an idea of what we are doing

A vague one, but an idea nonetheless.

Do we want a temp? I don't quite have any characters that fit super well already, so I'll have to make one

An idea is an idea

I may be able to post a temp of a main charrie I have an idea I wish to use. As I will most likely add many more later on in the RP

Do you want me to grab one in that case, or did you mean you had your own temp, chara attached?

Entirely up to you if you wish to post one. The main male I plan on using:

Name: Magnum
Age: Human form appears to be in his mid 20's, actual age is somewhere in his 800's
Gender: Male
Species: Hellbeast - Brute Class
Powers/Abilities: Is able to take a human form, breath hellfire
Is able to roll himself into a tight ball and grow bone spikes from his form, creating a 'spike ball'
As a hellbeast, Magnum possesses some demonic abilities
Other Info: Has a younger, adopted brother
Appearance:
Human Form -

Hellbeast Form -

Name: Castielle “Cass” Delvaux
Age: 19, almost 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Hair such a dark black that it’s almost blue under certain lighting to around her shoulders. It’s choppily cut, looking very much like it was done at home with kitchen scissors, and has a handful of small braids scattered throughout, with colorful beads and the occasional feather.
Her eyes are…odd, to say the least. One of them is a dark, inky violet, reminiscent of a night sky without stars. The other is a brilliant, striking gold, like the color of the setting sun. When she’s angry, they almost seem to slit, just a bit, like a cat’s.
Her skin is on the darker side of tan naturally, and spending time in the sun just makes it darker. She’s not all that tall, standing at 5’6, and is more curvy than anything, though she’s got a decent amount of muscle underneath it all.
She has an intricate mark on the back of her neck, visible when her hair’s up, that looks somewhat like dragon wings curved into a circle, a small flame in the center.
Her body is littered with various scars, most notably a thin jagged one trailing from the corner of her right eye and curving toward her mouth, though it looks like whatever made it was stopped before it could get there.
Usual Clothing/Style: Darker clothes. A pair of black skinny jeans tucked into black ankle boots and a long sleeved cropped shirt, in the same color, when she’s not working. When she is working, an old, oil-stained pair of cargo pants tucked into beat up old combat boots, and a black tank top. She keeps her hair back with a purple bandana while working, and a pair of fingerless black gloves complete the outfit.
Species: Thinks she’s human, but later finds out she’s half Drakonrai, a species of demon-like creatures that have a human form and dragon-like form. Descended from witches, which doesn’t show itself much.
Power/Abilities: Accessing her other form, easier when she’s mad. Is impervious to high temperatures, and it takes a lot to burn her. Pyrokinesis, easier to access when in her other form. Her witch ancestry shows itself in being incredibly persuasive when she wants to be, and an affinity for animals.
Other: Once she began tapping into her magic, her appearance began to change slightly. A patch of black scales showed up on the back of her right hand, spreading up her forearm a few inches. Another patch appeared on her left ankle, and she guesses more will continue to appear.

It's really shitty and not too informative about certain things, but I'm working on it

Skelly looks fine ^^
My own is simplistic compared to yours

Ha, that's 'cause she's a new character. I like to try and flesh them out.

So! Starting? Would you like to, or do you want me to?

You are more than welcome to start if you want
Or I can post a starter, doesn't really matter

Hmm…I'll start, to sorta set the scene I have in mind

Sounds like a plan

Loud. The nightclub was loud. Of course, it had been loud since Cass got there, so she wasn't quite sure why it was bugging her now. Maybe she was just tired. You're always tired. That's what happens when you don't sleep. The friendly little voice in the back of her head reminded her, and she mentally flipped it off. Alright, it was official. She was going insane. Why couldn't she just leave?

She hadn't even really wanted to come in the first place. But Gage and Ryland had given her those damn puppy eyes the both of them were so good at, and she caved a little too quick. "A night out would be good for you!" "You never go out anymore, not for fun. Just one night? Dylan's band is playing!" All incredibly great points from her best friends. And what made it even better was the email she'd received from a contact of hers, offering to meet her to trade information. And that had been the biggest deciding factor.

Cass had been fighting for information on her mother's death for years, ever since she'd first been introduced to the wide wide world of Supes. It was hard to come by though, especially when she couldn't do all that much more than talk online. It's not like she could chat with any of the shady ass people she bought from and sold to, since they weren't exactly a prime source for anything except rare plants, and the occasional bat wing, or snake skin. Whatever was needed to help Alana do her witchy thing when it came to healing.

So far, all she knew was that the circumstances, and everything following were weird. And beyond that, she was alone, with nothing but vague memories and knowledge of nothing more than what had happened to herself. She'd been sent of to live with her uncle, and the rest had been history. Well, not quite. Since she obviously couldn't help but stick her nose where it didn't belong. Her thought process was cut short abruptly as an odd shiver ran down her spine, the feeling she usually got when someone was watching her. Turning to peer around in the writhing mass of a sweaty crowd, she spotted a man leaning against the far wall. And his eyes were directly on her.

His red eyes watched her every move. That scent, it was just so…he couldn't describe it…it called to him. The female's every move, elegant, the supple curves of her body…that striking throat. The male shook his head, no, he couldn't let all of that distract him. He needed to remain calm, to not let his more bestial nature take control. Being a vampire could be such a pain, especially when hunger struck out of nowhere, and there just so happened to be a lovely woman whom had an unknown blood, which was starting to drive him crazy.
It wasn't long, before her eyes suddenly met his. A slight smirk crossed his features, his glowing red orbs staring directly into her own. Ah, so she finally noticed him, very good. Mm, now to just get a taste of that precious blood. The dark male slowly pushed himself off the wall he had currently been leaning on, standing. The male seemed to move with ease through the dancing crowd. Humans, they were so easily distracted and such easy prey. No wonder they always ended up dead…
It wasn't long before he suddenly pulled up a chair near the table the girl sat at, giving her a charming smile, "Well hello beautiful. What brings a lovely thing such as yourself to a club like this?"
Mm, perhaps if he tried a 'welcoming' approach, he could get closer, just to get a taste…
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"Bruh, you seen some of the chicks here? I mean like ddaaayyyyuuummm."
Two males were currently sitting at another table further away from the great crowd in the club. One of the males, one with unnaturally silver white hair only sighed. He ran a hand through his hand, to only be slightly jolted as the other male next to him hit his shoulder.
"C'mon, loosen up! You hardly get a break from your job at the MPD. All the shit you get done for them, you'd think they'd give you more time to relax."
The white haired male looked toward the other who seemed lightly younger, "Ciaran, I would've much preferred being back at home and reading a book."
The blonde haired male smirked. He leaned on the table, hand wrapped around a glass, "Oh c'mon bro, just trying to help you here. It'll do you some good to visit places that aren't 'work-related' for ya."

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He was coming towards her now. That was slightly startling. While most of Cass's senses warned her that this was exactly how girls ended up found dead in a ditch, or with very unpleasant surprises in their drinks, another part of her seemed oddly…drawn to the man. Her eyes followed him as he sat down next to her, giving him a small smile in greeting.

"Here to see the band." She said, in answer to his question and just loud enough to be heard over the noise, as she gestured to the stage. The lead singer, a man with a guitar strap slung over one shoulder and bright blue hair, seemed incredibly into performing. She was surprised Dylan still was still bouncing around and singing passionately into the mic, considering he'd been performing for over an hour now. "Some friends and I came to support them, first gig in a few months." She turned once more to look at the man, taking in the unnatural color of his eyes, though she wasn't much one to talk, without making direct eye contact.

Ah, there we are, yes, ease into the conversation. This was just like the rest, ease them into a false security. Make them feel comfortable, and at ease. Though it was no surprise as he gave off a rather intimidating, cold air. His red eyes glanced towards her. He took note of her features, as well as the behavior. He noticed the unnatural color of her eyes. Yes, a very distinct feature that made it clear this one wasn't a full human…but then what was she that made her scent so…maddening.
He lightly traced a few lines along the table with a finger, red eyes remaining settled on her. Only for a moment, did the male's eyes shift towards the stage at the band. However, he wasn't the least bit interested in them…only her.
"Ah, I see I see. They are performing quite well."
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. The male still held his charming smile, though there was something…else behind the façade he was putting on, there always was…
"Oh how rude of me beautiful, the name's Naberius."
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As time passed, Ciaran was seeming to enjoy every moment of the energy of the club. However, unlike his more brash, and energetic adopted brother, Magnum didn't seem to be enjoying it as much. He sat back in his chair, watching as the crowd swayed back and forth to the music that blasted throughout the building. It was a bit too loud in his opinion, but then again, he did have higher, more evolved senses compared to a dull human's.
"Yo, I'm gonna go get more drinks," Ciaran had appeared, a woman currently clinging to his arm. She appeared to have perhaps a bit too much to drink as she swayed, being barely able to stand as she leaned against the blonde male, "Anything in particular you want bro?"
Magnum sighed, "Just get me a Doctor's Order…gods know I'm gonna need real ones by the time morning comes."

When the man's eyes flickered to the stage, Cass felt the odd fog threatening to overtake her mind still, dissipating enough for her to regather her thoughts. Something was up, that was for sure. She just couldn't figure out what. And then he was speaking again, mentioning the band almost disinterestedly, and giving his name. "An interesting name. Most people call me Cass." She knew better than to give her actual name, and even the correct nickname might've been pushing it a bit. "You here for any specific reason? Band, booze, anything inbetween?"

Mm, why did he come here? Well, he couldn't just full out tell her. Naberius often prowled the dark streets at night where most of the club or bar activity took place. It was much easier to hunt…find and acquaint himself with some individual that either came stumbling out the door, or finding them inside. There were, of course, the few that managed to get away, but very few did escape.
Naberius remained leaned back, arms resting one over the other on his lap. His tongue slipped out, licking his upper lip, showing the barely hint of an unnaturally sharp fang. His red eyes never left her as he spoke.
"Pleasure miss Cass," he smiled a bit wider to her, "As for my reason being here, just one of the few places I stop by. Mostly come for the drinks."
That wasn't entirely a lie. He did drink 'normal' and eat 'normal', but nothing would sustain him. He needed the sustenance any living creature needed to live; blood. It was much easier to blend in with the crowd when you 'acted' like the humans. Made things less suspicious, even if he was deathly pale with red eyes. No one ever suspected a thing, for the most part that is.
"So, you looking to do anything this evening?"
If perhaps he could learn the possible outcome of where she would go or be next, it could help in the future. Taste, he just wanted a taste…
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It wasn't long before Ciaran soon returned, setting a glass in front of his brother, the girl still clinging to his arm. Magnum took the drink, downing it without a second thought. He set the cup on the table, now completely empty.
Ciaran scooted into the booth, wrapping his arm around the girl's shoulder as she leaned into him. The male had a slight grin as he noted his brother down the alcohol, "Jeez, is getting out in place this that shitty for ya? Remind me to get you out more."
The silver haired male shot a glare to the other, "I should've never let you convince me to go in the first place."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "If I disappear, I headed home."
Ciaran seemed to shrug, raising one of his hands, "Alright bro, I won't make you stay any longer if you don't want to, but it wouldn't kill you to stick around."

The question seemed just a tad off, and Cass wasn't sure she liked the way his eyes refused to leave her. She kept her smile in place though, wondering where Gage and Rhyland had disappeared to. Probably each with some toy for the night. "There isn't much by way of food here, so I'll probably go out to grab something." She said, the lie slipping easily off her tongue. Better to lie than to regret telling the truth.

Naberius seemed to give a slight nod, acknowledging her words. Hm, she sounded convincing, but being around for as long as he has been, the vampiric male knew there was something not entirely true about her words. It was only instinct to try and hide one's true intentions, hell, he was doing the same thing. Not that he could blame her, or anyone he had come across before. It was better to remain on guard around an unknown individual.
The male suddenly stood. He stepped to the side, pushing the chair he had pulled up back to its rightful place. Naberius wrapped his long, black coat around his body. He turned his head to Cass, giving a slight bow of his head, then straightening again. The charming smile once again crossed his features, but there was something else. There was almost a glint of something in his eye, the glint of a predator that had just found its new prey.
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Cass. Perhaps our paths will cross again sometime."
No, their paths would most certainly cross again. Though he wouldn't let her know that. Naberius then pivoted, starting to walk away, soon disappearing amongst the crowd of members in the club.
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Magnum was still sitting, a fourth glass, now empty, settled on the table. His pale grey eyes looked over to Ciaran who was currently talking and joking with the girl he had with him. Magnum, though adopted by Ciaran's family, had always been quiet, withdrawn. It was hard to explain, usually creatures like him were always bent on destroying and rampaging through everything and everyone. However, Magnum seemed to be the complete opposite.
He never had the real urge to go on a murderous rampage. Magnum was content simply remaining in a relaxed state. Though, perhaps his job at working at the MPD took the edge off of his demonic nature. Being tasked with the more dangerous cases, which occasionally did turn to bloodshed.

Cass watched him stand, an eyebrow arching slightly. She gave him a small smile, and didn't move until he'd disappeared completely and she'd lost sight of him. It was an….odd encounter, to say the least. And that was saying something, coming from someone who dealt with nonhuman beings multiple times a week.

It wasn't even one minute after the strange man had disappeared, that the chair next to her was being pulled out and flipped around, a grinning redhead plopping down into it. "Damn. Is our little Cass gettin' her play on?" She noted the fresh hickeys on his neck, and the messiness to his hair, with an amused huff.

"Eh. Not sure he's my type, Ry." Cass knew mentioning the odd vibe from the man would just garner her unnecessary shadows following an 'are you sure?'. She loved her friends, but they were incredibly protective, and at some point, it stopped being cute, and turned to annoying.

"But babe, he's hot. Isn't that what girls look for?" Gage asked as he plopped down in the seat on her other side, his large frame looking kind of comical in the average sized seat. The brunette attached to his arm added to the overall absurdity. Cass just shook her head, successfully diverting the conversation to Dylan's band for a while.

She made it to the end of the band's set, before she couldn't handle it anymore. Luckily, both Gage and Ryland seemed fairly exhausted too. They chatted with Dylan, and the band, a bit, congratulating them, before heading out. "I'll go grab the truck. Stay put." Gage instructed, once they'd made it outside. Cass shrugged and plopped down on the curb, watching Ryland answer his ringing phone before pulling out her own phone to text Alana. She was so wrapped up in the other woman's bubbly text-monologues, that she failed to realize Ryland had wandered off while talking on the phone, just a few feet out of view.

He had been told what to do…and he wasn't quite happy about it. Then again, how could you blame him for hating the task given to him, when he also hated his master. However, he knew the penalty of trying to turn on his master, having faced the consequences several times before. Not that it really mattered in the end, it never did when you were hard to kill…Even have tried before to end it all, and just nothing could end your miserable life.
The figure watched from his hidden place in an alley. He listened, hearing every word, waiting patiently for the right moment to present itself. Then just as he thought, one of them had wandered away from the group, moving closer to where he sat. It was so much easier to take care of prey when they were alone, easier to overwhelm. Grouped up, it would've been impossible, but seemed he was in luck.
Several shadowy tendrils started to creep outwards from the alley, twitching now and then as the one continued their approach. Oh, they were on their phone? That was even better, so much easier to catch by surprise and subdue. Then like a serpent strike, the tendrils lashed outwards, swiftly making an attempt to wrap around, capture, then drag the male back into the darkness where he waited to deal with that, then move on to the next.
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Magnum had already got up and left some time ago. However, the male hadn't strayed too far. He couldn't help but be slightly worried about his adopted brother. The male knew it would take a lot to make his brother shit-faced, but he would rather make sure Ciaran would make it home without falling over on a curb somewhere.
His eyes shifted to the side, noticing another group having left the club. Seemed many were leaving now, whatever the 'great thing' that was happening must be over. Which in turn, meant his brother would also soon be appearing. Either way, his silver eyes watched the other group as they soon disappeared around a corner. Most likely they didn't go too far, as he could still sense their presence, but there was something else there as well.
The male's form stiffened slightly. There was something…off…call it a hunch. His 'crime' senses were kicking in; danger, possible death, etc.
A low growl seemed to come from him. He shifted a bit, listening intently. There was indeed something wrong.

Cass's head shot up fairly quickly, immediately aware that something wasn't right. Ryland had just been here, she had just been able to hear him talking on the phone. So why couldn't she now? Her friend could be flighty, but he wasn't the kind to just…ditch them. Especially without mentioning it.

Standing, her lips pulled down into a frown as she looked around. The shadows suddenly seemed more foreboding than they had before, and an odd chill ran down her spine. Bad. Something bad was about to happen, and Ryland was definitely in trouble. All this for a night out. Go ahead, pull the white guy in a horror movie. She muttered in her mind, carefully stepping in the direction Ryland had gone. She rounded the corner he had, looking around. Part of her wanted to call out, but another part was well aware that just drew unwanted attention.

Shadows swirled around as a the figure stood, leaning against a wall. Beside him, was the male, entrapped in the shadowy tendrils. Currently, he was twirling a knife between his fingers, passing it back and forth between his hands. Only at the soft footsteps did he lift his hooded head. Yellow eyes met the female's own.
"Oh, well hello there. You must be the master's new obsession."
He flicked the knife to the side, the jagged blade soon coming to rest near her friend's throat. Of course he kept him alive, an 'alive' hostage was more likely to get points across as well as manipulate the one who was so desperately trying to help/save them. If they were dead, it was less likely a reaction he could use to his advantage would present itself.
The shadowy male stretched his hand out towards the woman. The expression he held was almost blank, having little to no emotion.
"So how about we make this easy. You come along with me, of course you will be restrained. However, I will be very gentle…trust me, I'm a lot nicer than my master."
He seemingly muttered the last part about him being 'a lot nicer'. Which was most likely the truth. The male was a reluctant servant to this 'master'; branded, tied down, and forced to follow the 'master' like an obedient hound.
The male sighed, slowly blinking, "Though I have been told to use any force necessary to bring you back in one piece."
He raised the blade, the edge nearly touching the restrained male's throat. One wrong or even sudden move, and there would be no saving them from the cruel blade that threatened to slice through flesh and into the jugular.

Cass froze as her eyes met the strange man's, never leaving his despite the view of Ryland in her peripherals. What the hell was this guy, and what was he doing here? The icy dread in her gut only grew as he spoke, finally moving to Ryland as the knife was pressed to his throat. Gods, Ry, I'm so sorry. This was her fault, obviously. She had to get him out of this, alive, and without alerting Gage. Her friend was definitely more a fists first, think later type.

"Alright." She said, returning her gaze to the man holding her friend captive. "I'll-I'll do whatever you need me t' do. I just want t' make sure you can hold up your end of the deal." She kept her voice even, and, through some miracle, her heart steady, no trace of fear anyway except her eyes, obviously more for Ryland than herself.

Cass took stock of her advantages and disadvantages, despite knowing she wouldn't do anything without definite knowledge her friends would be alright. A knife in her boot, and another in her pocket. The brass knuckles she's slid on before putting on her gloves, as an after thought. And of course, whatever strength she could muster, and her vague skills from fights while in school. None of it mattered. Not without her friends being safe.