forum The Widow of The Woods (0x0) CLOSED - Monster x Monster Hunter RP

Started Feb 11 by @korixkj

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I've been super hyper-fixated on monster-type RPs, so here we go
Brief summary: People in a closed-off town in Ireland have been terrified for weeks. No one has slept well in months. There's been a banshee just wailing. Screaming wildly every night, and no one can tell why. What they do know, however, is that seemingly the most unexpected people keep dropping like flies. Finally, someone gets sick of it and goes into the mountains to find this woman. Much to their surprise, she’s not a total monster. Will they leave? Will they stay? Will she let them choose is the question

Possible Trigger warning:
Mature Themes
Violence
DEFINITELY DEATH

-CHARACTER SHEET-
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Partner: (Delete if does not apply)
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-MY CHARACTER SHEET-
Name: Morgana Lestadt
Species: Banshee, These are almost exclusively female creatures from Irish Mythology.
She used to be human
Description: Soft, wispy, jet-black hair, kept long (about hip-length) and usually messy. She's a very pale, and to be honest, sickly type of white, with a slight rosy tint on all of her joints, and on her cheeks and nose. She also has a smattering of light freckles. She has a very small and slight build, very slender and thin. She's only 5'3 and she weighs just 121lbs. She wears a lot of preppy, baggy clothes.
Gender: AFAB Female
Eye Color: Bright yet natural green
Age: 27
Personality: Sweet and caring, but lowkey kind of manipulative. She's a good person with terrible habits. She's also very socially awkward, from living in the woods most of her life. She has a lot of socially unacceptable opinions as well, and absolutely missing a screw or two.
Powers: Death Sense - she can sense the coming of death and the actual act of dying. The power to emit a highly enhanced scream of a high amplitude. Mild power to use the abilities of faeries, as Banshee are considered fae. She does not age.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Extra: Background: Morgana has been around for at least 408 years, as supported by sightings and records from the area, but has only been "sentient", if you will, for about 27, therefore she doesn't count the time she was wandering and accepts herself as 27. When she was around 23, she married a man named Linus Elliot, and they lived happily, until he died at the age of 26, two years into their marriage. She became bored and was alone. She then decided to do the one thing she did well. Be a banshee

-RULES-

Please be appropriate
Magic is allowed, but no being OP
LGBTQ+ is allowed
Please don't ignore anyone who's trying to interact w/ you in or out of RP.
Generally, just be kind. I reserve the right to deny requests to join and to boot people who are being hateful or mean. Three strikes and you’re out.

-CHARACTER SHEET-
Name: Franklyn "Finn" Berg
Species: Fae-touched Human- Mama was a human who had an interesting encounter with a man she described as "graceful in an otherworldly way".
Description: He's about 5'8"/1.7m tall, and weighs 150lbs/68kg. He's fairly thin, not particularly built, and looks like he's been sick a lot. His big eyes always look surprised or curious, and his small mouth tends to downturn naturally. He's white, with a pale complexion, and nearly perfect skin otherwise- no blemishes or scarring or anything. He's got thick light brown hair which he keeps neatly cut in a small quiff, but often runs his fingers through when thinking, leaving it a mess. He favors hoodies and cargo pants- warmth and pockets- and tends towards plaid flannels under the hoodies- shirts left to him by his dad. He's also got a set of black earpieces that just kinda look like weird earbuds that he wears pretty much perpetually.
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Hazel; the flecks of gold in them shimmer when he accidentally uses powers
Age: 23
Personality: Franklyn has always tended to be pretty serious-minded and a bit anxious, and his recent break up has made that words. A tendency to depression has plagued him all his life, and fighting that off has made him compassionate, despite his nerves around people. He loves music (despite being deaf) and machines, and can often be found in his garage blaring music and taking stuff apart or putting it back together. He's kind, and hasn't entirely learned how to reel that in and have a backbone when he needs one.
Partner: Fresh off a pretty serious toxic relationship with a local girl named Ciara. Single, currently, after dating her since high school- 7 years. He was planning on marrying her, but things… changed.
Powers: Nothing intentional, but in moments of high emotion, or deep focus, Franklyn is able to "sway things his way"- manipulate his own luck a little bit to make things work. He's also able to think extremely quickly by human standards.
Sexuality: Straight
Extra: He loves to tinker with tech, old and new, and has taken apart anything he can get his hands on, from old motors to modern computers and smart devices. It's part of what has helped him build himself a more advanced set of hearing aids.

Morgana had been having a blast. She just went through the little town next to the woods she lived in.
Baile would be mad, as they always are, when they awoke to people dead with no cause or reason. Morgana wandered through the town, doing her thing. Her white dress billowed softly in the cold breeze, her thin and pale shins exposed entirely to the damp misty. Her wailing always brought this eerie effect with her. The mist shrouded the town lowly, creeping out of every alley and corner like a thin smoke. She screamed and cried to her heart's content. Her disheveled hair blew in her face, strands sticking to her damp cheeks. She wandered up to a window now and then. The baker, the shoemaker, the widow, and the mother with 3 kids that night. Ooh, how mad the town would be when they woke up to these unaligning deaths.

The next morning was pandemonium in Baile. Many folks had heard the cries and screams. Those who'd been asleep had heard the noises in their nightmares, and hadn't slept well. Those who'd been awake had assumed they'd imagined it and hadn't slept well either.
The discovery of 4 random deaths was what set off the panic. The police were out in force as soon as the first body was reported, and by the time they realized there were 3 others, people had begun to eye their neighbors with suspicion.
Over the local news that morning, the city leaders called for a town meeting that very day. Families of the deceased were excluded from required attending, but most of the rest of the town was expected to be there.
And they were. Such death had set everyone on edge, and nobody was trustworthy. The city officials were expected to have answers. The town had seen plenty of weird stuff, if the rumors and whispers were to be believed, and a drunk cop or two had let slip what the real story behind the official coverup was at times. So folks wondered if something was up here.

Finn was one of those folks. He hadn't heard the banshee screaming the night prior. He hadn't heard anything, really. His hearing aids had been charging. Being deaf had its advantages, when it came to monsters with sonic powers. And Finn believed that's what they were dealing with here. His dad had been a police officer back in the day, and had seen some garbage. He'd also seen enough to drive him mad, or most people thought.
Finn knew better. His dad's tales of the Fae and the Folk and the Little People had stuck with him, and at times, Finn was almost certain he could feel their influence on the town. The woods to the south and the mountains to the north felt rife with magic to him. The stories his dad told of his mom and his father, his real father, had further convinced him. The way his dad spoke of his mother, and the way he repeated her stories with a sort of reverence, convinced Finn they had some truth to them.

He'd seen the news and had heard the rumors flying, and was curious to see what the town hall was to be about. He was still as shocked as everyone else when the chief of police got up and started the meeting.

"I need volunteers for a monster hunt."
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The meeting dragged. It had started with a bang, and people raising voices, or even laughing, thinking the man had been trying to use some sort of gallows humor. He wasn't, and made it clear. The Police Chief went on to explain that the police believed there was something moderately supernatural at play here, and that anyone who thought that was malarkey should leave now.
Half the town got up and left immediately, with a further few following them after a long moment to think.
Finn was disappointed by that, but he knew a lot of people wouldn't trust that. It sounded like a crazy man's ramblings as the Chief explained the only explanation they had that fit all the facts was a Banshee or Siren or something. They were looking for volunteers to form a monster hunting squad, and the police would be the main backers. They believed the creature to be up in the mountains, perhaps, but they'd need a lot of people to manage that kind of search and capture. He asked again for volunteers. Finn raised his hand and looked around.

Not a single other person had their hand up.

Most looked at their feet in shame, or pointedly studied the paper the Chief had handed out. It had some simple facts about Banshees and sirens, pulled straight from Google. Finn had one too, but he was still looking around him in surprise. It was hard to believe not one other person wanted to help.

The police had decided, then and there, to keep it only a police function. Which would have been fine, except now Finn was curious. He was brimming with more curiosity than he could handle, in fact.

Which is how he wound up in the mountains later that day. It was late evening by the time he got to the overlook where he and his dad used to park the truck. Finn parked there now, looking out over the dark expanse of the valley below him.

He kind of hoped something would happen tonight. If it did, he'd be there to see it.

Up in the mountains, in her little cottage, Morgana was elated. She giggled and danced about her cottage. She occasionally went into town, being human in appearance, she had built a repertoire in Baile as a widow who, since the passing of her husband, could no longer stand the place, a smaller, gossipy type of community, and preferred her cottage in the wood.

She'd gone down to Baile under the guise of a grocery trip, going unsuspected because she hadn't been seen there before. She seemingly just had bad timing, as the baker explained to her when she asked him what had happened.

She attended the meeting, just like everyone else in town, and though she snickered like the non-believers had when the police chief proposed a monster hunt, she hadn't left when he dismissed them all. She left with the rest, those who'd stayed but not volunteered.

After buying a few more things, she went back up the trail leading into the wood, noticing a young, frail-looking man with brown hair on his way in a similar direction

Finn waited in his truck, watching the last bits of light from the town below fade into the black of night. He was still debating what to do, exactly, when a woman passed by him on the road.

The clock said 9:47. It was dark. On a back road, full of switchbacks, heading up into the mountains.

Finn watched her walk past his truck, and was glad he always left his doors locked. She looked normal enough, but nobody normal would be out this late, on these roads, by herself. And walking, too, rather than driving on a major road through the mountains.

It was just weird.

As she got past his truck, Finn rolled down the passenger side window, about an inch. "Hey there, need a lift?"

She turned her head to him and smiled. Morgana knew exactly where she was going, and her home couldn't be found on the main roads, but she figured she'd humor him.

"Sure," she replied as she approached his truck. She stood beside it, looking up. She was short. She supposed this guy didn't seem horrible, much less a danger to her. Most people from town who saw her would pay her no mind, as a lot of the older people were aware she lived widowed up there, but she guessed she'd diverted the rumors away from herself.