forum HVOS with Lynn

Started March 01, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

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@Lynn here's ours.

Hey, sorry.
What kind of pairing are we doing? Are you using the same character from the other one?

You know me, I'm down for gxg or gxb! Yes, my character will be Farah from the other rp.

sounds good :) I'll have someone up in a minute

Perfect, take your time <3

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(No, it's all good)

Name: Chiara Vasquez
Alias: The Scarlet Demon, or simply, Scarlet
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Appearance: Red-dyed, but naturally black hair, almost always worn down and cascading around her broad shoulders in thick waves. She has hazel colored skin, accented by fiery amber eyes and with an unmistakable gleaming grin. She has a heavyset, very curvy physique, and stands at about 5'4", 5'7" in her combat heels. She wears a black corset made of kevlar, a sheer long sleeved shirt underneath, and either crimson shorts or black army joggers. Her outfits are never complete without her platform combat boots and intricate cane, with the head of Aztec god, Tezcatlipoca mounted on top.
Images: https://s3.amazonaws.com/notebook-content-uploads/content/uploads/original/31f68809-1df6-45d5-a659-0f121e3ad69f.jpg?1646346924
Personality: Outwardly cavalier, with a "Fuck the world" mindset and impulsive desires. However, she has a fragile self esteem, and a longing to be understood, burdened by the powers passed on through her bloodline.
Abilities: Tied to the Aztec god, Tezcatlipoca, she can manipulate shadows, create illusions, and temporarily become invisible.

(Perfect~ I'm so excited XD)

Farah awoke with a pounding in her head. She knew she'd come here willingly – of that she had no doubt. But her racing heart and migraine-like pain vibrating her skull made it difficult to remember what exactly had happened before she'd blacked out. What she knew now was that she was sitting in the middle of what appeared to be the main floor of an abandoned warehouse, and she was bound to a folding chair by her wrists and ankles. There was also a gag in her mouth that tasted horrid, so she kept her mouth shut. A sudden feeling tickled the side of her face, and she recognized the scent of blood. She was bleeding from her temple – and now the headache made sense. Okay, if I'm here, Scarlet can't be far behind me. She's the one I'm turning myself in to anyway. I have to protect the city.

Chiara was cloaked beneath the shadows, no doubt at her own command, while she waited for her precious victim to awaken. And, once the Fae had come to her senses, she smiled broadly, igniting her lighter.
"Buenos dias, sleepyhead." She sang, letting the gently glow from the flame be the only light that revealed her dark features.
"I trust you don't remember much, yes? And how is that head of yours? you sure put up a fight, my nena." She laughed, staying hidden in the darkness.

Farah looked around trying to find where the voice was coming from. She didn't turn her head too fast, though. A dizzy feeling was hovering over her, and she didn't want to make it worse. She said nothing because of the filthy gag in her mouth, but her fingers curled into fists. Finally, her eyes settled on the lighter once it clicked on. She glared at it, but she could do nothing more for now.

Chiara laughed again, and with a flick of the wrist, the shadows were sent scattering like wild animals across the walls to where they belonged. She stepped forward, her hips swaying with a silent rhythm she seemed to always be in time with. Her manicured nails stroked the side of Farah's face, then lingered on the gag. She knew it was distasteful, and she hated to make people go through things like this, but it was necessary. "Promise you'll be a good girl, alright?" She teased, toying with the knot that secured the rag in place.

Farah's heart began to race as Chiara grew closer. The woman was unpredictable, and not even Farah was able to guess what she would do any given minute of any given day. She jerked her head away when Chiara reached to touch her, but she reconsidered when the girl touched her gag. She was panting for breath, and her chest was visible proof. Narrowing her eyes, she nodded slowly.

Chiara smiled, running her hands along Farah's temples, down her neck, across her collarbone, and teasing at the top of her blouse. "buena niña." She grinned, slowly easing off the gag and tossing it to the side while she began to absentmindedly fix the woman's hair.
"Tell me, nena, do you remember how you got here? What's at stake? The whole… deal we made." She said, removing her hands from Farah's skin as she began to pace around where she was bound. "Surely that pretty little head can remember something"

Farah swallowed heavily, trying to control her breathing and racing heart, at Chiara's closeness and her touch. God… focus Farah. This is for the city. You're doing this for innocent lives. "Don't touch me," Farah snarled, ducking her head away from Chiara's touch once the gag was off. "I came here on my own accord. For the people." She took deep breaths to keep herself calm. "To get you to stop."

Chiara scoffed, shaking her head while she twirled her staff in one hand.
"Your own accord? Aye aye aye… nena, don't you see?? You're a puppet to those people! They are using you!!" Her face contorted with emotions while she took another step forward, more passionate about this subject than anything else. "They only want you for their gain. Because they are afraid. My only request, dear nena, is that you join me."

Farah narrowed her eyes. "I would know if I was being used," she shot back. "They have reason to be afraid – you torment them for no reason! And you think I will simply give in and join you? When you've caused so much hurt and so much destruction for the people of this city? You're sadly mistaken! I am not a puppet!"

Chiara shook her head, tears threatening to spill over while she tightened her grip on the cane, slamming it down in frustration.
"No reason?? You think I'm a monster? You have no idea what those people have put me through! You don't see, Fae, I'm trying to save you!" She cried, before stiffening her posture and removing the emotion from her face. "I want you. To join me. I want to end this."

Farah flinched away and watched Chiara as she ranted. The woman kept her expression even as she listened. "Then what was the reason?" she whispered. "Why have you done everything you've done? Tell me, I have to know. You want me to join you and to turn my back on the people I've been protecting from you for years? What will they think of me?"