forum Rain in the City-Villains Group RP (4/5)(Open)

Started September 19, 2020 by @InstaOnly

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The rain fell, and through it the caravan continued across the dirt road. Forest rose on either side of the horse-drawn carriages, the members of the caravan trudging beside or riding in the wagons. Towards the front of the caravan, a certain wagon stood out amongst the others, the carriage covered in black cloth instead of a patchwork of material.

Inside the darkness, a figure sat. There was little to no light, till a soft rustle caused the enshrouded one to move. A pair of soft, red orbs glowed in the shadows, pupils round. There was little to no glow in those red eyes, a weakened state. The figure seemed to lift their head, looking towards the hole that led outside.

Standing just outside of the carriage, another figure, this one clad in fearsome armor from head to toe. Though, there was also a feminine appearance to this one, albeit menacing and tall. Hushed words seemed to be exchanged between the armored one, and whoever was inside that dark carriage. With an unheard command, the armored one nodded, stepping back.

They looked back, barking orders, sweeping their arm towards the nearby greenery of the forest. Instantly, the caravan headed into the depths, seeking out an encampment area just outside of those great city walls of the kingdom. As the wagons settled in, both men, women, and children started making themselves at home as best they could.

All the while, the black carriage took its place in the center of it all. A protective circle of the rest surrounding it on all sides. Though they may seem as nothing more than simple refugees, the leader was anything but stupid. These 'refugees' were nothing more than loyal followers to their Lord, followers willing to sacrifice themselves for the Lord's cause and life.

As for this 'Lord' he remained settled in the darkness of his carriage, body enwrapped. Though it was partially true, of him being weakened, there was still some tremendous power within that 'feeble' frame. It had only been a few months ago he had escaped his imprisonment, came to the surface world, and managed to enthrall some unfortunate souls for his purpose.

A soft knock sounded on the side of the wagon, once again making him lift his hooded head. No one appeared, but he knew very well who was waiting outside.

"My dear Tiaphene, is something troubling you?"

There was silence for several moments, then a muffled voice came from nearby, "It is not in my right place to question you m'lord, but do you figure it to be safe to try and seek the masters of this kingdom? Do you think word of who you are, and that your freedom has not traveled this far yet?"

A soft chuckle sounded inside, "Ah, my sweet foal, worry not. We have gone far past the boundaries where we were once widely known. It is quite doubtful word of myself or my brethren has reached this far."

A pale hand suddenly reached out from the darkness of the wagon, cupping lightly beneath the helm of the armored female nearby, lightly lifting that head so she peered into the darkness, eyes gazing upon the dull red orbs of the dark figure.

"If any do know who I am…why, that is what you are for, are you not? You will protect me, won't you?"

The armored figure felt her heart flutter for a moment. So blind she was, she swiftly answered, "Of course my Lord, no harm shall befall you while I still draw breath. As is the duty of all your faithful Generals."

The figure drew their hand back into the darkness, chuckling softly, "Excellent my dear. Now then, if you could please, we go into the walls of this kingdom, and seek out those willing to join my cause, and perhaps seek out an audience with this Kingdom's masters yes?"

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A strange duo entered the streets of the kingdom. The rain that had once been falling had let up, leaving the cobblestones wet. Though, the appearance of this pair, a heavily armor clad figure walking down the street, a cloaked figure seemingly wrapped in a blanket cradled in their arms. The figure in the armored ones arms seemed weak, brittle almost, but despite that, there was also an overwhelming sense of dread surrounding them.

Citizens swiftly scrambled out of the way of the strange duo. Any who seemed to linger too long, were met with an unseen, cold glare, which instantly set them running. Other than the sound of echoing boots, there was only silence between the pair.

The armored figure came to a standstill, looking down at the wrapped figure cradled in their arms. A covered arm moved from the cradled one, pointing in a certain direction, which the armored one followed with their gaze. A sign; 'King's'. A simple enough name, but it seemed to be a point of interest. There were others there, others who would most likely know this area better than either of them.

The armored figure gave their silent nod, proceeding towards the shop. As they entered, the armored one had to duck slightly to get inside, all the while being careful with their precious cargo still cradled in their arms. Hidden eyes swiftly scanned the area, searching for any immediate threats.

There were none, there was hardly anyone currently around actually upon closer inspection. Well, that was just fine, it would still serve as a place to sit and rest for the time being. Once again, the cloaked figure in the protector's arms motioned towards a table and chairs. Silently, the protector moved, boots thudding on the floor.

With expert movement, the armored figure carefully, gently set the cloaked one into the chair. They then moved, taking a protective position behind them. Now for the waiting game, listen to what others had to say, and if it came down to it, approach and work with them that way.

Human, do we trust this… Doctor? it said, as the two walked down the street. Octavia avoided a puddle, contemplating the whole thing.

"Of course not. But, he may be a fun plaything and besides, if worst comes to worst this doctor fellow will just become another meal. You know how hungry I get. We get." he said.

He turned the corner, coming up to yet another puddle he decided to splash in. Sometimes, it was just the little things, and this one was something he could appreciate.

You're getting our coat wet, Human. This is leather, it stains you know. the being growled.

"Oh, stop being such a pisspoor excuse for a madness god and just let me have some nice, chaotic fun. Besides, we're here." he said, opening the door to King's and walking inside, scanning the room. So many delicious looking people, but that was not what he was here for. He would have to be patient.

(Thank you so much for getting your starter up! There will be a longer period before I check in about posting now that everyone can get started :))
Dr.Havel took a sip of his coffee before acknowledging the others' presence. As he set down the drink, he didn't give much of a reaction, though the slight raise in his eyebrows complimented an unamused expression. Given how the man across from him sat down with such certainty, he could only assume this was one who was interested in his offer. The fact that he was younger was quite obvious sitting across from the doctor- who would perpetually appear to be in his late thirties. Taking in the other's appearance, it'd be lying to not mention the distaste Dr.Havel felt at him showing up with blood on himself.
"You couldn't have cleaned up a bit? I mean honestly," Dr.Havel scolded, tossing the napkin he had towards the man in front of him, "wipe that smear off your face before the staff comes to interrogate us. This meeting isn't meant to draw attention."
As he finished the quick remark he let his eyes wander. Currently, this man was the only one to sit down. Several others were within the warmly-lit walls of the shop. One, in particular, seeming to look around after entering. There weren't crowds by any means that would be waiting for someone, so if he had any business other here other than grabbing a coffee it was for the meeting. There was another odd figure as well that sat armored and with a person hidden in a cloak, though Dr. Havel ignored them for now. He settled for lifting his coffee towards the man looking around as a way of signaling him over, looking back to the one already sitting as he took another sip of the drink.
"Anyways, I take it you're still interested in a place to stay that will tolerate… less legal habits. You showed up after all."

He took out a wipe not using the napkin thrown to him and wiped the smear blood off his face, having no actual reaction besides that.
He was a very quiet man, only speaking for business and such, his eyes were emotionless and cold, holding nothing but a storm quietly raging.
"..Apologises. I did not notice it." He Spoke in a monotone low voice, he took in the appearance of the older man before him, Noticing his distasteful scowl and how he scolded sirus like a child. It made him want to grind his teeth.
He watched as the mans eyes wondered through out the tavern.
He internally sighed.
"Yes. I did show up, didn't i?" obviously rehtorical question, he fought the urge to roll his eyes.

The strange duo remained in their place, having chosen a table away from many of the others. A soft click of metal against metal, the armored head moving back and forth, sweeping through the patrons. Though hidden, the feeling of cold eyes beneath the metal plate was lurking.

Yet, the armored one's gaze and presence paled in comparison to their cloaked partner. Despite looking so feeble and weak, the cloaked figure seemed to hold some hidden power, a terrible, foreboding presence that would overshadow any joy and light. Hell, it seemed that 'weak' figure held a more powerful aura than the one hovering just behind it.

One of the tenders of the company seemed to finally muster up enough courage to approach the duo. The man must've made a sudden movement, as the armored figured behind suddenly appeared before the tender, a great lance in their hands. The bladed end was mere inches from the other's throat, causing them to freeze in place.

"Now, now…my dear, please, we refrain from weapon usage yes? The poor man only wanted to serve us."

The armored figure remained in place for several moments, but eventually the weapon in their grasp lowered. The lance was returned to the armored one's back, slowly stepping to the side, but remaining close to the cloaked one's side.

As for the tender who was once going to serve them, the poor man looked about ready to pass out on the spot from fright. He was only brought back from such an event by a soft chuckle from the depths of the dark cloak. Fearful eyes watched as a pale hand reached out, nails curved into claws, beckoning him forth.

"You will have to forgive my General good sir. She is quite protective of me, but alas, considering as we are naught but poor refugees, I their humble leader, have recently fled our homeland from the catastrophe that took so many of my kinsmen lives."

He would start small, the cloaked figure. Start here, let word of 'poor' refugees slip through the streets. Unfortunate souls driven from their rightful land, ah but that was beyond the truth…for the most part. See, there was a little truth to cloaked figure's words, they had been driven out, escaping with their lives. However, the reasons were far from 'noble'.

The frightened man managed to utter a swift apology. He pulled out a small book and pen, mumbling under his breath to the pair.

"My dear Sir, please, anything warm would be welcomed. As for my companion, she may not be as interested."

The cloaked one motioned back to the great, tall armored figure hovering nearby. Hidden, piercing eyes glared towards the man who once again cowered before them. He only gave a swift nod, quickly disappearing into the back. Most likely would ask for someone else to serve that frightening duo.

As the other left, a low sigh came from under the cloak, pulling the cloth tighter around their form. They paused, taking a moment to look towards their companion, whom appeared to be staring intently down towards them, head slightly tilted.

"Oh, I am fine my dear. Though I wish you weren't so quick to jump to your blade. It can make a bad impression. I would prefer to keep it to peaceful negotiations, than let steel talk. You know I have my ways with words."
A chuckle followed the cloaked one's words…there was clearly a deeper meaning to what they had said…

Picking up on the cue there was no response given to the question. Reaching into his coat pocket the doctor pulled out a small item. It was a small chain with a key, nothing interesting at first glance, but held a faint sense of power to it.
"This is one of the keys to my place. It's also a memory charm; without it, the seals and protections on my home will have you forget its location and how to get in."
He didn't hand it over quite yet. If he was to let someone stay at his home he needed assurance on a few things first. Having let the man see the charm it was placed next to himself as he considered the next step. No one else had sat to discuss with them, so there was room for a one-on-one conversation.
"You'll get to keep it once I get some information. The first being your name, as I didn't ask before." He stated, "There are, of course, some other basics to cover. Mainly I need to know your work, as well as any accommodations you may need for it. Aside from that, there should be no trouble in this deal, so long as there's no attempt to harm me."
A flash of metal caught his eye. His attention was abruptly brought again to the odd figures as they frightened the staff. He noted them rather aggressive for what he had previously assumed to be just guards passing through. He'd have to stop and chat with them on the way out–having managed to catch the word 'refugee' and wanting to know more.

Name/Nicknames: Lainey Ramirez, but goes by the name of Lady Apathy to anyone but those closest to her, which can be shortened to just Lady or Apathy and she'll respond
Age: 20
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Lainey has long, nearly waist-length chocolate brown hair that falls in curls, which she ties up when she is in her villain persona. She has hazel eyes which can look golden when she is using her emotion control (more on that later). Lainey is covered in freckles and has a slight tooth gap between her front teeth, and for the most part when she's in civilian form, she just looks like a beautiful young woman. She has a curvy body type and stands at 5' 4". Lainey also has multiple ear piercings. She always dresses to the nines, especially when she's trying to look more villain-y. Her usual look is her hair put into a high ponytail with a black half-mask and a black minidress. She matches this with thigh high black boots and long black gloves that hit between her elbows and shoulders. She doesn't get cold easily, but on colder days she'll wear a longer black dress with a slit up one of the sides.
Personality: Lainey seems somewhat normal at first, able to blend into different groups fairly well. She seems warm and witty on the outside, if a bit abrasive and sarcastic as well, but she is a master of manipulation. She can act childish sometimes, especially since she is young compared to many other villains. However, it would be foolish to underestimate her, since that is what she wants anyway. She has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor and likes to tease the heroes or people she is fighting, because what fun is an easy victory? Lainey plays game upon game with her victims, making it nearly impossible to tell whether she is telling the truth or not. A bit of a compulsive liar, Lainey is difficult to read and even more difficult to try to understand. She is a bit on the crazy side, but can have startling clarity when one least expects it. She can also be quite flirtatious, as one of her favorite tactics is to get her enemies to fall in love with her and then stab them in the back.
Background(Optional): I'm working on it, and will probably update this when I get farther, it that's all right.
Flaws: Lainey has a hard time trusting others due to her believing everyone is as psychotic as she is. She also has a habit of creating games for herself to play involving the people she is working with, often having a hidden agenda of her own. She also is not the most sane person, and therefore sometimes has issues with her mental health and sanity. Lainey is stubborn, and doesn't like to admit she lost, not giving up on something until she has no other choice. Her sanity can get even worse if she attempts to overwork herself with her powers.
Quirks(Habits, triggers, or odd facts): She always uses a perfume that smells like vanilla coconut, and takes really good care of her physical appearance most of the time. She also gets angry when people don't react to something like she expects them to, with her powers giving her a good indication most of the time.
Any Weapons or Magic: Lainey always keeps at least one knife on hand, usually in her shoe or in a sheath on her thigh in case of trouble as well as her magic abilities. She is an empath, which is an odd power for a villain, but Lainey is an odd person. Her abilities include being able to feel the emotions of those around her, which can be draining in large group situations, and being able to influence the emotions of others. Her ease of these powers depends on how strong of a mental wall the person is putting up and how much strength Lainey has left in her (the more she uses her ability to influence emotions, the more drained she gets). Emotion reading comes naturally to her like breathing, and she has to work to turn it off, but it is possible to block her with a strong mental wall, though she could try harder to get at the emotions, which is dangerous to both her mental state and that of her victim. As for influencing emotions, the more Lainey does it past her limit, the worse her sanity gets and the weaker she gets physically.
Open to shipping?: Absolutely, though it would be difficult to get her to develop real feelings for someone because of her mental and emotional state.
Other(Optional) (Pets, titles, family, etc.):

Does she work?

Lainey checked the clock by the fridge as she dumped her bag on the small apartment’s couch. Several of her things spilled out including makeup, a compact mirror, a wallet, two different knives, and a napkin smeared with blood. She was glad no one had ever bothered to check her bag at the restaurant or she would have had a lot more work ahead of her. Lainey hummed to herself, taking out the bun that had been hurting her head. Didn’t she have something to do soon? Nothing came to mind except the feeling she was forgetting something, but who knew these days?

She glanced at the clock again, wondering why her brain was nagging her. Then it hit her—right! That meeting with the Dr.Havel man! She’d done nefarious things in her own right, but this seemed like an opportunity to meet like-minded individuals and hopefully get more done than the occasional mind game or murder for fun. Would her passion become work if this ending up happening? Lainey was sure she’d find a way to entertain herself regardless. She finished pulling out the pins from her long hair, running her fingers through it quickly in an effort to look more neat. Should she show up in her full costume, or was that too audacious? She fluttered about the cramped apartment, deciding on a nice, simple, but still fashionable, dress with no mask. It would be doubtful that anyone she knew already would be there, and if they were she could simply make them forget about her—or just kill them, depending on the level of effort she wanted to put in. She giggled, thinking that these people might get the idea she was a bit mad. Oh well. It wasn’t her problem right now.

She ended up on just letting her hair fall loose, the curls a bit messy but almost stylistically, as if that was her goal. Perfect. Lainey slipped on a blood red miniskirt and a black long sleeve (but formfitting) shirt, which was perhaps a bit formal, but casual enough that her choice of attire probably wouldn’t be questioned. Might as well show off some of her assets while she was at it. She paired the dress with thigh high black socks and black shoes, for once not with heels. She glanced in the mirror, fixing a smudge in her makeup quickly. There. Now she looked ready to talk to this man about getting somewhere. Oh, it was so exciting!

Lainey hid a knife in her outfit, one of many she owned, and grabbed a small purse to match as she headed out the door, slamming it behind her in her hurry. She was already late, but at least she could say she was fashionably late now. Another giggle escaped her lips at the idea. She hurried to the place they were supposed to meet—a less popular King’s several minutes from her current location. She made her way through the bustling street largely unnoticed, getting to the coffee shop quickly enough. She noticed as she got closer, the crowds thinned out and the people who were left looking more bedraggled or unsavory. This was the part of town she was looking for.

She opened the door of the shop, noting two men at one table and two—somethings—at another. She wrinkled her nose slightly at their muddied emotions, feeling so different from a human’s. It would take work to actually understand them, something she didn’t particularly care about right now. She picked a table near the two men, sitting down like she were at any other King’s, just grabbing a coffee. This should be interesting. Already her mind was racing with ideas about how she could make things here more interesting.

Picking up on the cue there was no response given to the question. Reaching into his coat pocket the doctor pulled out a small item. It was a small chain with a key, nothing interesting at first glance, but held a faint sense of power to it.
"This is one of the keys to my place. It's also a memory charm; without it, the seals and protections on my home will have you forget its location and how to get in."
He didn't hand it over quite yet. If he was to let someone stay at his home he needed assurance on a few things first. Having let the man see the charm it was placed next to himself as he considered the next step. No one else had sat to discuss with them, so there was room for a one-on-one conversation.
"You'll get to keep it once I get some information. The first being your name, as I didn't ask before." He stated, "There are, of course, some other basics to cover. Mainly I need to know your work, as well as any accommodations you may need for it. Aside from that, there should be no trouble in this deal, so long as there's no attempt to harm me."
A flash of metal caught his eye. His attention was abruptly brought again to the odd figures as they frightened the staff. He noted them rather aggressive for what he had previously assumed to be just guards passing through. He'd have to stop and chat with them on the way out–having managed to catch the word 'refugee' and wanting to know more.

"Sirus Blackwell." He responded, once again having a monotone voice,it being very empty and void of emotions or any tone or que's. He noticed the female enter from the side of his eye and watched a little bit before returning his full attention to the man who scoffed at him like he was a child. He internally sighed once before speaking again.
"My work is experimentation, science. The limits of the human body and their abilities, then to push past those limits. That is my work you could say." He spoke with a low hum in his voice, He thought back to the unfinished experiment he left with scrabble and then thought of scrabble. he wasn't necessarily a pet but he wasn't very much human either.
He paused before speaking, "I will need a lab and equipment. I have a….creation of sorts, i would like to bring with me. I assure you there's no attempt to harm you nor no hostile intentions."