forum The Hunt (CLOSED - Stalkers welcome)

Started October 25, 2018 by @PeaceWillWin-FearWillLose

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Name: Ivy Ballow
Species: Vampire
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Deep purple hair that looks black at a quick glance, deep blue eyes, deathly pale skin.
Powers/skills/abilities: Control/Read minds
Personality type: She's like an angsty teenager. Hates people and doesn't talk to anyone. But deep down she's actually really caring and sweet, she just doesn't like looking like a softy.
Motivations: Bloodline pride
Backstory: Her family is very well known for being rich. Her sister, Lily, is extremely popular and her brother, Liam is a popular male model but being she's the youngest, she gets ignored. Everything she does is in hope that her family will finally acknowledge her and be proud of her.
Other: You will often find her with her headphones on and her hood flipped up. She really doesn't like talking to people unless she has to.

Name: Ivy Ballow
Species: Vampire
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Deep purple hair that looks black at a quick glance, deep blue eyes, deathly pale skin.
Powers/skills/abilities: Control/Read minds
Personality type: She's like an angsty teenager. Hates people and doesn't talk to anyone. But deep down she's actually really caring and sweet, she just doesn't like looking like a softy.
Motivations: Bloodline pride
Backstory: Her family is very well known for being rich. Her sister, Lily, is extremely popular and her brother, Liam is a popular male model but being she's the youngest, she gets ignored. Everything she does is in hope that her family will finally acknowledge her and be proud of her.
Other: You will often find her with her headphones on and her hood flipped up. She really doesn't like talking to people unless she has to.

((This character is well and good. Yve (my character) works for the rich vampires as a tradesman so there is an off chance that they probably know each other. Otherwise, I give this character a thumbs up but if you would like the approval of the other admin, J @PeaceWillWin-FearWillLose , then just give a wait. If not, jump in where you’d like. If you want a catch up I’ll tell you but if not just read everything.

(Why thank you! It's been a while since I've been a beginner in a roleplay, this is so unusual for me. But I think I get the gist of it, thanks!)
Ivy was sat, perched in a tree, watching her katana shimmer in the moonlight. Other than her pale skin, she was noticeable in the darkness. She hadn't moved since this entire thing had begun. She wasn't like that. She didn't even want to do this but she had to because her family forced her to. "You have to go, you have to win, it's for the good of the family." She mocked her mother's voice to herself. She sighed heavily. This was pointless.

Yve was not planning to stick around and be burn to death. He curled behind the Dragonpyre as best he could and slipped outside, away from the flames he was trying to cool. He runs out into the woods, still invisible, the only things giving him away was the scent of smoke and the crunching of leaves under foot. He carries his cane and wipes down his suit, pouting. He flexes his sore broken leg and finally stops under a tree, leaning against it to support himself. He grumbles loudly about his pains, this also giving him away. He looks up across the path and notices a shimmering blade. He coughs and reveals himself with the five taps of a cane.

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She simply dragged her eyes away from her katana to look at him. She didn't smell the typical human scent so he must have been one of the other vampires. "Aren't you a bit old to be doing this?" She asked, returning her attention to her blade.

Fiona smiled and started walking back towards the town, sure that the fight was over by now. She started to jog, and then broke out into a run, her feet silently flying across the leaves and she raced between the trees, anxious to find a place to hide before night fell.

She simply dragged her eyes away from her katana to look at him. She didn't smell the typical human scent so he must have been one of the other vampires. "Aren't you a bit old to be doing this?" She asked, returning her attention to her blade.

His jaw drops.
“I’m am in my twenties!” he snaps, crossing his arms. He rolls his eyes and focuses on the faulty joint. Eventually he fixes the issue and flexes the leg. It does as it is supposed to and he looks at her again.

Aisha's ears perked up, and she smiled, baring her teeth. Poor guy… he has no idea who's coming. She ran through the bushes, searching eagerly for the sound of his voice. She hid in some bushes as she saw him and a girl in a tree, her sleek cat body blending in with the dark shadows.

She didn't react, just twirling her blade in her hand. "Sorry, the mechanical leg and the cane threw me off."

Fiona continued to run and soon neared the town. She stopped at the edge of the woods and quickly looked around before running to the side of a building (near Kailani and Ianthe) and stopping to plan where to go next.

Kailani paused. "I hear someone…" she told Ianthe as she paused. She drew her daggers. What if it was that reptilian vampire? They'd have to be ready, the crippled one wasn't there to save them again.

Fiona stuck her head arround the corner of the building and saw two girls. She quickly sucked in a breath and pulled her head back, not wanting to give herself away.

She didn't react, just twirling her blade in her hand. "Sorry, the mechanical leg and the cane threw me off."

The not-old cripple vampire raised his eyebrows. “Anyone can be physically handicapped, brat.” He grumbles softly, glaring at her. “I should also ask, aren’t you a bit young to be doing this? Don’t you have better things to do with your life.” He says, raising an eyebrow quizzically and looking at the tree she is in. He’s not sure if he could ever get up into s tree like that.

"I have to. Family honor or some crap like that." She gripped the handle of her katana tighter.

"I have to. Family honor or some crap like that." She gripped the handle of her katana tighter.

“Huh.” He says. “I understand that. Why do you do as they say anyway?” He asks, “You Are Your own person.” He smiles and builds a pillar of ice up to the tree so he can get off the ground, and not be yelling up a tree to speak to her. He sits nearby not not no the same branch.

"Because I have to protect the Ballow name. I'm the youngest, I have to carry on the legacy in all I do."

Kailani paused. "I hear someone…" she told Ianthe as she paused. She drew her daggers. What if it was that reptilian vampire? They'd have to be ready, the crippled one wasn't there to save them again.

Ianthe glances around, then slowly begins to walk towards the building where Fiona is hiding. The eye-shaped rune on the back of her neck appears again.

Good, here's my chance. "Sounds like bullshit," Aisha said out loud, de-morphing and turning into a human. She gave a deep bow, pink lips twisting into a mocking smile. "Aisha Jemini, at your service."

Eventually, the other's scent became more faint, most likely moving away from the burning inferno that was Sosdovah's flames. The male's body remained enflamed as the fire consumed whatever it touched. He finally came to stand just in the doorframe. He heard a loud creak as the doorframe above started to burn, crumbling downwards. Instinctively, his wings moved, creating a makeshift shield around himself. Once the few flaming debris passed, his wings folded back.
From a distance, he looked demonic, the horns upon his head and the tail behind him creating an ominous silhouette against the orange flames. He turned his head, forked tongue slipping past his lips. Sos opened his jaws slightly, allowing for better scent collection. Eventually, he sorted the scents, focusing on the main pair; those 2 girls.
"Ah, there's your scent little sheep."
Once out in the open, his wings flared out behind him. Sosdovah flapped his wings a few times, stretching. He crouched low, then leapt upwards. In several wingbeats, he was airborne. Sosdovah lifted upwards, circling once overhead of his large fire, then taking off across in the air. His wings beat the air, flying low. He was a black shadow gliding across open world above the town. He had the scent, being swift to follow it.