forum ✧ modern magic ✧ | closed, but stalkers are welcome

Started May 14, 2018 by @quietquirks

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// Okay dudes, the RP is closeddd. SO as soon as you've figured out your character and whatever, you can begin! I'll add my own characters later.

p.s. I'm looking for writing buddies help me

(Raven doesn't currently have an occupation. He's 14 ¯_(ツ)_/¯ )

wait whaaat? you submitted a 6 month old dragon, Aiya, but not a 14 yr old dude

(Frick wrong rp lmao. She doesn't have an occupation either. I'm in too many roleplays…)

//lmaoooo
Aiya’s great tho

Name: Jamie Luella
Age: 24
Ethnicity: Italian, his parents immigrated from Italy
Gender: Male (cis)
Religion: Atheist
Sexuality: Gay
Race: Demon
Looks: Pale skin, dark brown curly hair, red eyes, really small horns that he covers with a hat, 5'9, skinny, always stands up straight
Personality: Cunning, can be rude, sarcastic, great at loopholes and making deals, loves to play pranks, he has nightmares though he's gotten used to them
Job: He doesn't have a steady job, he's known to take illegal jobs

cool character! can he not be a demon though? I might allow a trickster type, but not really a full-on demon.

(Okay, I'm going to make him a mage then)

((OOC: If I need to change anything, let me know))

He walked silently along the sidewalk. The male's hands were in the pockets of his long, black jacket, a pair of shades covering his eyes. Hm, a lot had changed since he had last been awake. Could get a bit annoying when what was to be an hour long nap turns into several thousand years later. Oh well, it wasn't anything new to him. The male was used to it for the most part by now.
His covered eyes shifted, observing the busy streets around him. A forked tongue suddenly flicked past his lips, testing the air. It was swift, only the sharpest of eyes would've caught the strange movement. Luckily though, most of the individuals around appeared to be focused on their own lives. Either way, the scents were quite different. There were only a few he recognized anymore.
The stranger sighed softly, muttering under his breath, "So much for my basking area. Guess it's what I get for taking a nap."
His eyes shifted to the side, continuing to take in his 'new' surroundings. Last time this place was pretty much clean, not a building in sight, but now, there was a large city. Being what he was, he preferred the areas by the ocean. Though land was nice now and then. The male's gaze glanced upwards, seeing a small sign that led into a café.
Without a second thought, he entered the building. A small bell chimed as he opened the door. A few heads turned, watching him, then simply returned to what they were doing. As for the man, he continued, finding a small table by a window. His gaze shifted, taking in everything inside the café. Once again a forked tongue flicked from his mouth, testing the air.
"Well, this will be an interesting experience once again to see how much has changed."

A sharp ringing was all Cyrus could hear. His whole body ached, and the surface under him was hard and cold. He couldn’t exactly remember what happened. There had been a terrible hunger clawing at his stomach the past few days. The Wendigo. It was getting restless and hungry. He remembered giving in, letting himself mentally collapse into the comforting black. But now, his stomach churned and he was filled with regret.

Cyrus’ sickly yellow eyes fluttered open, going back to their normal red and gold mix. He groaned sharply and tilted his aching head up. The taste of blood was still on his tongue as he brought his hand up to wipe a smear of blood away from around his mouth. That didn’t work too well. He finally concentrated on his surroundings, confused by where he was. He was behind some smaller building he didn’t recognize, sprawled out on the ground. Pushing himself up, he looked down at himself. His shirt was stained with blood, and his eyes widened a tad.

Then he noticed it. The human body nearby, in pieces, being practically torn open and ripped apart like it was mutilated brutally by an animal. He gagged sharply, feeling like he would be sick. He didn’t like killing people. He didn’t like meat in general. He always had a light stomach, so he had become a vegan. Gods, that was such a hopeless attempt at controlling his hunger.

Tony was hungry. Starving in fact. He hadn't had blood in who knows how many moons. He felt sick, weak and he needed the red liquid that would help him live. He hated killing. He hated sucking others blood from them. But he was so hungry. He stumbles a bit, clinging to the wall that would support them. He was so, so thirsty. He needed blood, and he needed it fast.
He exited his home, a fairly nice 2 story building, much to big for his own taste and stumbled along, feeling weaker and weaker. Finally, he saw the perfect victim. A young female. His stomach growls lowly. He sighs, but the hunger came over his moral. He pounced, the female tried to scream, but was cut off sharply but his hand covering her mouth. He sunk his teeth into her neck, releasing a bit of poison so he could take her somewhere more quiet, just in case there were someone walking around. He dragged the body into an alleyway and began to drink. He pulled away as quickly as his bone thin body would let him and he pulls back, blood dripping from his mouth. He hated hurting people, but it was his only choice. There was nothing else he could do. Animal blood poisoned him, and his stomach churned when he had human food. Blood was his only source. He stands, skillfully hiding away the body then running hom, using his speed. He locked himself in his room and lay on the bed, feeling sick to his stomach.

Jasmine sat up. 'What time is it? ' She grabbed for a clock. 6:15. She grumbled and got out of bed. She pulled on some clothes and started straightening her wings. They always got crumpled. She finished and grabbed a bagel before leaving for the cafe.

Cyrus thought he heard the sound of a struggle nearby. He hissed in pain as he got up. His ankle throbbed with pain. What did the Wendigo do, jump off a building or something? It felt sprained. He snatched up his jacket that was a few meters away and shrugged it on to cover the blood stained shirt he was wearing. The smell of blood reached his nose. It wasn’t from the man that he had killed when shifted, someone else. He ran in the direction of it, using a bit of his inhuman speed to get there quicker. He arrived in an alleyway, stopping to sniff at the air. The body was there somewhere but he doubted he’d be able to see it. It would be too still.

Tony stands, feeling much stronger and exits his home to properly dispose of the body. He walks down the streets, following his senses. The taste of blood was still on his tongue, and he shivered. His slit like pupils glance around before entering the alley where he had killed and drunken the blood of the female. The thought sickened him still. He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he tries to remember where he hid the body. Ah, right. Over there, behind a brick wall. He walks to the wall, trying to find the pressure point. The wall swings open after a moment to reveal the paled body of the female. He sighs sadly.

Cyrus was standing in a shadowed corner when he saw a figure approach. His crimson eyes narrowed as he shifted closer to a wall. He watched the man reveal the hiding space. A woman’s body. That’s what he was smelling. It made him feel sick again, and a shudder ran through his body. But he stayed completely silent as he watched. He listened for the man’s heartbeat, but for some reason couldn’t find it. There was a glowing white around the man, something that his vision gave living things so he could locate them better. He squinted at the white as it flickered in and out of his vision, the man vanishing from sight when he stayed still.

Tony kneels placing a hand on the woman's forehead. "Rest…" he mutters before standing again. He carefully lifts her bridal style, before glancing around. His fangs could be seen, glinting in the light. He sighs and runs. Luckily the cemetery was close by. Holding his hand out, his focuses, making a large chunk hover in the air. He carefully buries her, staring at the grave for a moment before glancing around. The sun was starting to come out, but he wasn't fazed. The sun to him only stung a small bit, and he wore clothes that covered most of his skin.

Cyrus had followed the man at a decent pace, crouching behind a taller tombstone so it was more difficult to see him. That man had fangs, and he didn’t have a heartbeat. What could he be? Definetly not human. For protection, just in case, his claws slid out from under his nails with a sickening crack. He grimaced. Maybe it was just him having sensitive hearing, but the cracks sounded loud. He still stayed quiet as he listened, not looking out from behind the headstone.

Tony tenses, hearing a noise. He turns around, his eyes scanning the area. "Is someone there?" He calls, his fangs glinting. "Who's there?" He could smell blood. It was faint, yes. But he could smell it. His sky blue eyes glance around nervously, his fists curling.

Cyrus didn’t respond at first. He didn’t think that he should speak. Yes, he was inhuman too, but that didn’t mean he was friendly. His jaw clenched as he decided to show himself. The claws slid back into his fingers with a crack, normal nails going back into place. He stood now, going to his full, towering height. “What are you?” He asked as he stared the man down.

Tony starts when the person reveals themselves. He smelled different from the rest, looked different too. He growls in the back of his throat, his eyes darting around the graveyard. "My name is Tony." He says, glaring at the other. An inhuman… by the looks of him. "As for what I am, that is none of your business."

“I think it is if you’re killing people,” Cyrus said, an animal like hiss in his tone. “Why’d you kill that woman?” He questioned, eyes narrowing slightly. He was generally friendly, but he was in a terrible mood.

Tony starts and looks down, sighing softly, "I'm a vampire, okay?! It's not like I wanted to kill her!" He mutters. He rubs his temples, shaking his head. He bites his lip, a little of his own dark blood dripping from it. He didn't notice, he was to scared, to concerned about what might happen. He looks towards the male, "You smell different than a normal human. You're covered in what I assume is blood, so what exactly are you?" he asks, raising a brow.

(Is it an issue that I'm starting to ship these guys and we barely started?)