forum Scandalous Royals | Fantasy Kingdom RP (OPEN)

Started June 12, 2018 by Star Girl

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Name: Zoe Talisi
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Mixed colored eyes, pale-ish skin, with raven black hair that goes past her shoulder.
Race/species: Demigod
Lover: No
Background: You could say shes a robber, a criminal, a poor little child. Others call her insane, mental, and a bit………crazy. Shes known for her wits on the streets and being a ghost. You wouldn't see her coming. Most tell of her beauty, but looks can be deceiving. She was raised as an orphan and had to learn to defend herself. Her father is Hermes, god of mischief and thieves, but you could say she got a blessing from Ares, to be good with any weapon she wields (IDk if this is too op.)
Other: She is skilled with a bow and arrow and is an incredible marksman. Is also fluent in other weapons and shes usually in a disguise, so be careful.

Gah this maid costume sucks. She scolded herself as she took the disguise off and looked around the treasury. There was so many valuables, but she needed to be careful and take what she needed so she scanned around for any traps before proceeding and took what she needed in a sack. So long. She snickered to herself as she put the disguise back on and stashed the valuables in it.

"This life is better than chains." Fawn lifted the dress, revealing cuff scars on her ankles. "I wasn't exactly treated fair before this. If they die, then I will have to go back to my rightful owner, Artemis." Her face became serious. Her act of sarcasm dropped. She never told anyone about her scars and she told a mysterious man, a reaper to make it worse, her problems. Quickly, she changed the subject, putting her jokingly smile back on her face. "Where did you get the three headed mutt?"

Thatcher pursed his lips in thought, glancing over at Nike. “Found her in the woods a few hundred years back. Abandoned, most likely. She happened to be a runt,” he explained, earning what seemed like an affectionate nudge from one of Nike’s three heads.

"She is adorable." Fawn smiled at one of the heads staring at her.

“Her name is Nike,” Thatcher simply stated before adding on. “I said you could pet her if you would like. I don’t think she would attack without my permission.”

"She is pretty protective of you, isn't she?" Fawn said as they turned the corner to the kitchens. "This is it. And do me a favor, don't let the killing get in the food, please. It is the only thing enjoyable about this place." She looked down to her left into a long hallway. "That's strange. There is usually a guard on duty here."

Alex figured it was very suspicious that she knocked out some of the guards. A little snack wouldn't hurt. She thought to herself as she bit into an apple.

Olivia went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. She walked at an even pace plus hung a knife while doing so.

“Very protective,” Thatcher had commented to Fawns words. He stepped into the kitchen, Nike hovering by the doorway. She knew her boundaries. Well, and that he would let her have the corpse as a little snack. His covered tattoo of a scythe glowed a deep red, and suddenly, a tall scythe was in his hand with the sound of scratching metal. His eyes glanced around as some mortals watched the reapers with mixtures of surprise and fear. “Ryan Maxwell,” He said, and a young man’s head snapped up. “You have been chosen for a reaping. Accept it with dignity.”

The man obviously looked hesitant, but he eventually stepped over to the Reaper, eyes wide with fear. Thatcher remembered what Fawn said about not getting anything in the food, so he led the man out into the hallway. He looked at the man with an apologetic gaze for a moment before swinging the large weapon, seeprating the man’s head from his body, and making a deep, gruesome gash across his torso. He heard a woman’s cry from the kitchen, and could feel terrified gazes on him. The scythe vanished and he motioned towards the body. Nike quickly approached and the heads ripped into the body hungrily.

"Pleasant." Fawn stood by the hallway, staring at the starving dog heads. "I found a few guards passed out in the left wing. Thought maybe the mutt could sniff out something. Also, if you don't have another reaping after this, it's something to do." She then broke out into a cheesy sarcastic adventure voice. "Wanna hunt down bad guys in the castle?"

Thatcher arched a brow at Fawn in question. “Sounds interesting, but I hope you know that I can’t kill people as I please. Nike can get a bit carried away if threatened, but I am not allowed to injure others,” he reminded. As he spoke, Nike was too busy tearing at the alreay mangled body, one head chewing on what looked like a femur bone.

Blood from Nike's meal splattered on the white fabric of the dress. Fawn realized again how strange it was that she was talking to a reaper in a wedding dress. She shrugged it off, for both had gotten used to the dress from their first acquaintance. She looked out the window for the last time, longing for the grove. It was like she could feel the stream on her shoes. But as she snapped out of her gaze, she realized it was only blood from the cook. "You don't need to kill anyone. I'm bored. You seem like you are bored. Your dog's gonna be bored after his dinner. I'm just suggesting some fun." Fawn smirked as her nymph-like playfulness rose within her.

Thatcher gave a loose shrug and nodded in agreement. “Let’s do something then,” he said simply. His eyes glanced Fawn over, frowning at the blood staining the white dress. “Er, sorry about the wedding dress, Nike gets messy with her food…”

Fawn laughed. "Do you think I care about this dress?" She trotted down the dark hallway, towards knocked out guards.

(Lol yeah, seeyah)

Thatcher clicked his tongue for Nike to follow, and yeh hound took one last bite of the corpse before leaving it on the floor. He followed after Fawn, falling into step beside her. “I never told you my name. Against most popular beliefs, it’s not reaper. It’s Thatcher.”

"I like Reaper better. So Reaper, where you from? I wouldn't say your family is very supportive of your career." Fawn picked up a sword from one of the unconscious guards.

“Family? No, as far as I know, I have no family. One day I was just here in this land, in an instant. Family ideas just tend to get in the way of my work,” Thatcher hummed, shaking his head slowly as he looked down at Fawn.