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⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Made some tiny changes on Corinna's CS to 'restrict' her powers a little bit, and make it easier to notice her true body.

Under 'Physical capabilities/traits' section:

Corinna needs to take off her gloves or make her spider legs appear in order to use her silk, which she weaves with the help of her long 'nails' on her hand or with the sharp spider legs made of hard and sharp exoskeleton.

Under the 'Appearance' section:

[...] and the hard and sharp exoskeleton covering her arms and hands, ending up in long, dagger-like nails. Although she is able to hide her arms with her long, silk gloves (thanks to her being able to at least shrink her nails a little bit to fit on the gloves), they are still hard under her gloves, even with the silk emulating the smooth feeling of skin, it can be still be felt if one pays enough attention, or even heard when she gets careless when grabbing something.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@Lucius Cypher

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Waiting for you :-P

The Hybrid-Humans

@beyond visions
Sorry for the delay. Things were pretty hectic here.

Me and @CyanideSweetie are working on a collab. Don't worry :-)

..::Ascension::..

Lila Moriarty

&

Virais

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_{@Deos Morran}

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Lila's last attack sliced not only Riryoku, but her 'Eclipse' ability as well. Inside the Eclipse, amongst the pitch black darkness, where no light escaped, only a silvery streak lit the area for a brief moment, cutting the darkness itself, the light from battlefield mixed with a vivid, crimson red blood coming from Riryoku, came from the horizontal cut made by Lila's scythe. The cut in the eclipse bubble slowly got bigger, until the bubble was no more.

It was almost ironic... Her, a creature born from the darkness, using a scythe given to her by Seraphim to banish her own kind, to cut the very thing that makes her a Nayu, the darkness...
The second she cut Riryokuk, she knew something was different. She smelled blood in the air. Not the weird, ooze that seeped from Riryoku's wounds, but real, fresh blood. Giving in to her instincts, she immediately dashed towards Riryoku's body, but when she tried to grab it, her hand met only blood and ash.

Both her hand and her scythe were dripping with his blood. She trembled in ecstasy for a moment, licking the fresh blood off her clawed gauntlets and the blade of her scythe, enjoying every single drop of it. But it wasn't enough... Most of the blood fell on the ground, mixing with the foul ooze.

Deep down inside, Lila knew that the ooze was connected with the one they called 'Lord', and if she drank too much from it, he could even be able to control her just like he did with the other cultists... She knew that, but even still, she was kneeling down, in front of that pool of black ooze mixed with blood. She had tasted that ooze before, she knew it had a horrible taste and smell, but she could still smell a faint scent of blood coming from that pool.
Lila slowly extended her hand, almost touching the pool, but grabbing her hand with the other, fighting against her own instincts.

The same girl who was fighting with an incredible ferocity and bloodlust a few moments before, was now kneeling down on the ground, hugging her scythe with both arms, in an defenseless posture. She was fighting against her own bloodlust, against the beast inside her.
When Lila drinks the blood of her prey, there is no turning back. The adrenaline, the joy from the hunt mixed with the ecstasy, taste and scent of the blood were intoxicating. Since Lila was raised by the Aion, surrounded by Sol and Seraphim, which treated hematophagy in the highest contempt, she never had someone to teach her how to control her own instincts...

Virais was dashing about the field of battle, lunging and blasting away with rather small, but accurate firebolts at anybody who got too close to the big, magic, darkness bubble thingy. Really in his mind it was weird to just join and fight a cause that you new nothing about, but it was what oen soemtimes had to do in the search of answers. Not to mention that answers were incredibly hard to get from a destroyed city and populous.

Leaping from the most recently slain cultist that who's neck he had torn clean from his body with sharp, and vicious teeth, he extended his wings to glide off towards his next foe who was unfortunate enough to get a pair of twin firebolts to sail at him. From there their numbers seemed to be thinning to the point that he could have a moment to look around and gather an idea of what is happening. It was in that moment that he saw the giant dark bubble of shadow fade away and the strange looking girl fall to her knees in seeming pain.

Glancing around with his long neck he saw that things were relatively clear given that they were in the middle of a battlefield. Now his next biggest concern was the wounded girl. Keeping low to the ground he started leaping and running over bodies, burms, and stray arrows that threatened to perforate his hide. One of which got quiet close and made him give out an involuntary, "Mwrup!" as well as a dive behind a dead body to avoid any follow up shots. Though after a brief moment of the coast being clear he returned to his beeline for the girl.

When the gap was finally closed he ran up to her, joining her in the pool of black and red but paying only attention to her, letting out several concerned, "Chirrup! Chirrup! Mrrwa!" Noises as his head coiled and snaked trying to see what was wrong, before diveing under her arm in an effort to try and break that death grip she had on her weapon. Though as his nose tried to burrow into the crook of her elbow he was letting out softer, more gentle noises in an effort to try and snap her out of whatever trance she was in.

As the small dragon approached her, he could see her fangs and hands, dripping with fresh blood. Her face wasn't that of a young girl, but the face of a predator.

"Blood... Hunger..." she mumbled, before he approached her.

The sudden approach of a small dragon caught Lila off guard, making her turn her head sharply at the small creature, but before she could react, she understood by the noises the dragon made that he was friendly, and meant no harm.

Its sudden display of affection really surprised Lila, since it was rare to someone to care about her.
"Blood, fresh blood..." the voice of her hunger invaded her thoughts, clawing on the back of her mind, as she looked at the small dragon again, licking the blood off her lips and fangs.

For a brief moment, she kept gazing at it with predatory eyes, loosing the grip she has on her scythe, and extending her clawed gauntlets towards the little dragon, the sharp fingernails reflecting the lights from the battlefield.
I won't let it control me... she interrupted herself, sinking her fangs into her lips. The sharp wave of pain made her regain her composure.
Looking at the small dragon again, she slowly extended her hand, touching it lightly. She was rather unsure on how to react to that display of affection.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm not... exactly myself at the moment..." she said, stopping her hand just before touching it, and breathing deeply.

"You don't know what I am, do you? To approach a beast with such kind eyes..." Lila said, looking to the small dragon.

"I don't wan't to hurt you..." she said, looking away.
"I am nothing but a weapon, a hunting beast. I was not made to love or be loved."

Virais heard and understood most of her words and even through her strange emotional rollarcoaster and the subsiquent predatorial gazes that she gave him he pressed on, nuzzling at her arm to try and tuck his neck under her held tight arms so that he could make her give him a hug.

Though as she started to soften and lighten up, using real people words with a much less threatening and mean voice he only picked up his actions, nuzzling instead at her arms at her exposed face. Using his small and a bit rough snout to and cheek to smeer the blood on her face all over his own and vice versa given how he still had quiet a bit of blood on his own fangs from his last kill.

The final straw was when she started talking nonsense about not deserving love, that is unacceptable and in response he let out a rather loud and high pitched series of, "Mrawa! Mrrwa! Chrrua! Murrp!" right into her face, clearly bothered by her self hate as he then returned to his relentless nuzzling.

Lila couldn't help but giggle kindly at the small dragon. He didn't seem to care about who or what she was. And somehow, he seemed rather bothered by what she had said before.
"I see... So you are no stranger to blood" she said, letting him get through her arms.

"You are the first one that really cared about me..." she said, gently caressing the dragon.

Something about how the small dragon was acting towards her made her heart a little softer... Maybe it was its kindness, or innocence... Years and years of being treated as a tool made her heart grow harder, her feelings duller, even making her forget that she was still a young girl. But for a brief moment, she forgot about that. About her training, about her orders as the emotions long forgotten gradually showed themselves.

She tightly hugged the small dragon, without saying a word. Although it wasn't able to see it, she was smiling...

Virais accepted her hug as her arms relent, letting him press his nosy snout up to her chest and up her body towards her shin, wiggling away to show that she was ok and things were gonna be ok. He couldn't see into her heart to find how cold it was and what was happening to it, but he felt better knowing that she didn't look like a crazy killer anymore. Which was always good.

As the fight continued around though he nosed his way up to her face where to nuzzled her cheek again. Rubbing his rough nose against her perhaps a bit obnoxiously before he started to pull away from her. HIs mission was done and he found that she wasn't physically hurt and now she was mentally ok.

That in turn meant they could return their attention to the raging war around them before anybody got some murderous ideas and decided to come and kill the defenseless duo. Still facing the girl he wagged his tail and let out a confident, "Marraw!" before turning to the fields of war with a snarl and his teeth barred.

"Yes... The blood still flows, and the battlefield calls us." Lila said, shaking her head as she slowly regained her composure.

"Thanks. Thanks for worrying about me. My emotions ran wild for a second there... I'm sorry." she said, smiling to the dragon as it wagged its tail, turning to the battlefield.

"If the situation was other... It would be easier... feeding, i mean... But i cannot drink this black, foul and corrupted blood... There is something in it... Something wicked..." she said, looking to the black ooze with a disgusted face.

Virais gave out a resounding, "Chirp!" as she spoke of being herself again and of course against that disgusting blood. Though now was the time for action and not a moment too late as a few cultists strayed into the fray with the new pair of friends. He was quick to act, bolting over to oen with his claws held out, raking and digging into his flesh as he bowled the cultist into the ground to chomp at.

Before long his first kill in this skimish was made and he looked around for another, selecting one out of a group that was heading for Lila and taking a swift intake of breath before letting fly a fire bolt to strike him in the face.

Lila was surprised when she saw the small and cute dragon breathing fire on its enemies. She smiled quietly. That little dragon was very similar to her. A cute and innofensive body, hiding a monster underneath.

"I see... You're the same as me then, right?" she asked, looking to the dragon, surprised.

Taking her scythe and grabbing it with two hands, she simply walked forward, with an elegant and calm posture, extremely different from the feral and aggressive posture from before.

A pair of two cultists ran towards her, in their suicidal attempt to kill their target, without even an ounce of self preservation. Lila simply looked at them and continued walking to their direction.
The cultists jumped on Lila as they got nearby her. Their swords pointing directly at her. But before their feet could even hit the ground, a silver streak cut the night as Lila swung her scythe in a clean arc in front of her, cutting the cultists in half.

Virais continued on his path, running and leaping around Lila in support of her much more skilled efforts. He could fight, sure, but he was no where near as vicious and graceful of a fighter as her. Instead he kept up his flames and firebolts, shooting and blasting away around her until the hordes of mad cultists were thinned.

Every so often he'd look to his new friend and let out a confident "CHIRP! MRRAW!" Which was his way of saying, 'good job!' and 'keep it up!' But as the fight carried on and he looked around to see the state of the battlefield it honestly looked liek they were winning now and before long the number of enemies was thinning to laughable levels. They had this one in the bag!

RUnning back over to Lila he braved the killing field she set up around herself in order to wag his tail feircely and let out a playful "Mrrwara!" to her, mostly to let her know that they were winning, becuase she seemed to busy to notice in his eyes.

As Lila continued fighting in the same elegant posture she heard the confident sounds the little dragon made. It certainly knew how to take care of itself, spitting flames on cultists with a confident air.

Coming near her, she growled playfully, waggling its tail near her. Taking a second to look around, she realized that the number of cultists attacking were getting lower and lower. But victory was still not that close. They still had to worry about the guardian which Mirror was fighting against. She trusted his abilities, but still...

"It's not over yet." She said, gently caressing the small dragon.
"Not yet..." she said, looking to Mirror. She wanted to do something, but she really didn't know what to do against such thing.

_@Rai

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Hey there everyone! putting it here so everyone can see it lol XD

【Theme I】

~"Well... I do bite, but I promise you, you will love it..."~

General Information

• Name Corinna Mallory
• Nicknames 'Rinna'
• Gender Female
• Sexuality Hetero
• Alias N/A
• Age 67
• Apparent Age 20
• Race Licentia
• Sub-Race Mutation, Nightwalker strain

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[+]

Appearance:

A beautiful and delicate pale skin, long black hair, crimson eyes a pair of beautiful amethyst, long gloves made of silk, a delicate, black neck bow coupled with simple, yet beautiful black dresses give Corinna an exquisite appearance. Her fragile and delicate face, coupled with the simple, but elegant dresses she wear give her an noble, lady-like appearance. But at the same time, something feels off about her. An ominous aura surrounds her. Maybe its how she moves, with a calculated, deadly elegance, or maybe is her eyes, her tranquil, yet deep, crimson red eyes which appear to hide something behind that peaceful façade.
But that is also part of her charm. The words which can best describe her are: Dangerously Alluring.

Unlike other Nightwalkers, she has a 'true form', and cannot hide certain aspects of her true appearance, such as sharp, venomous fangs on her mouth and the hard and sharp exoskeleton covering her arms and hands. That's the reason why she always wear long, silk gloves on public. Her true form is not that different from her usual self, consisting in eight black arachnid legs coming out of her back.

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Personality:

Corinna is, most of the time, a perfect lady. Polite, cultured, charming, intelligent, confident. She uses her looks to her advantage, without being vulgar. She is a wonderful person to have nearby. Her careful choice of words make sure that the one she has her eyes upon will get closer to her.

But when she is alone with her 'target', things change. She gets more direct, straightforward and more 'aggressive'.

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History:

"As you enter the Victorian style mansion, you are greeted by a beautiful woman. With a delicate white skin, as white as the snow, beautiful and alluring crimson red eyes and wearing a wonderful black dress, the very same lady who spent almost the entire evening talking with you the other day. She was attractive, polite, intelligent... A perfect lady.

She smiles at you, with a kind expression, and invites you to get in. As she guides you inside the mansion, you can see how beautiful it is. Decorated in a Victorian era style, with beautiful red curtains & etc. it feels almost... Out of time, in the middle of the big city. Before the dinner, she cordially invites you to dance. How could you say no to her? The way she was looking at you, the very discreet hints she gave to you, the way she talked, moved... You had already fallen for her.

She gently grabs your hand, taking you through a long hallway. As you two arrive on a big open hall, she walks to the middle of the room, almost gliding through the room, with graceful movements. The room is very beautifully decorated, but it had an eerie feeling to it. The room is surrounded by mannequins, sitting in chairs, perfectly ordered in pairs. A male and a female. The males wore elegant, black suits, the females, beautiful white dresses, all of them wearing masks, almost like in a masquerade. It was beautiful, but somehow, slightly unsettling.

A soft, calming waltz start to play. She looks at you, with a suggestive smile, extending her hand to you. You slowly reach her, taking her hand, a little bit uncertain. She giggles in return, putting your hand on her waist, and getting really close to you. The second you get a tighter hold on her waist, she smiles, and start dancing with you. She looked almost like a completely different person from the night before. She was more... aggressive with her advances, more straightforward. Not that you disliked that, of course, but it was radically different from the night before. And it wasn't the only thing. You didn't know why, but that eerie feeling was still there, now even stronger than before.

The music starts to get faster and darker as she tightens her grasp around you, a bit too strong to be comfortable. Something is wrong... terribly wrong, but its too late to do anything about it. It doesn't matter how much you try, you simply can't get away from her. At the same moment, the mannequins get up, all at once, and start to dance around you. Their lifeless, blank faces dancing a macabre waltz, almost like they are mocking you.

You were so focused on her, on the mannequins and your own panic that you didn't perceive one thing. Eight, black and terribly sharp arachnid legs coming out of her back. They moved around with a deadly grace. Now that you focused on them a little better, you could see, thin strands of silk manipulating the mannequins as they danced, in their macabre, lifeless waltz. She looks at you, licking her lips, showing two sharp fangs on her mouth. The spider legs getting out of her back touching the silk lines with an almost hypnotic grace, almost like it was playing a harp. The music suddenly comes to a halt.
All the mannequins immediately stop dancing, looking straight at you, all of them in a 'broken' pose, their necks turning in impossible angles, their bodies contorted as they turn to look at you as you try, uselessly, to free yourself from her deadly grasp. She opens her mouth, her terrifying fangs were reflecting the lights from the ballroom... A sharp wave of pain runs through your body, you feel your veins burning due to her bite, causing an agonizing pain. Seconds later, which seemed like hours, you strangely stop feeling any pain, instead, feeling a strange numbness, calmness and pleasure. Even with your brain screaming in panic, you don't have the strength, nor the wish to fight against her anymore...
As your senses become duller, and your body relaxed, the music starts playing again, getting lower and lower as you drift out of consciousness. The mannequins start to dance again, heading to the chairs they came from. One by one, the pairs stop dancing, falling on the chair behind them, as lifeless as they were before. The very moment the last of them sits down, you fall down, unconscious."

"Stop with the horror tales, Lewis! You know I don't like you frightening my clients!" The barman said, waving his hand to the old man, which had attracted a small crowd around him. Their eyes were glued on him, carefully hearing his story.

"It is not a tale, I tell you!! I met her myself! I don't know how, but I escaped alive from there! I even have a scar on my neck, see?" Lewis said, showing a bite mark near his neck.

"Yeah yeah, Surely you must have been terribly drunk to try to dance with a spider or some other wild animal..."
"He is a good storyteller, everyone. He could even tell you the story of a flying elephant and make you think its true. This night I'll make an exception and give you all one glass of our finest wine. On the house, of course." The barman said, with a smile.
Sure... Old Lewis' stories were very good, but this one... The details, the way he talked... It sounded too real, even for him...
"Nah... Its just a story..." The barman said, shaking his head.

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Belongings/Equipment:

• A smartphone: A completely normal, modern smartphone.

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Capabilities/Traits:

• Mental

  
  
  • Lady of the Masks: Lies, charm, deceit, seduction, manipulation... Corinna is very experienced in using her appearance and changing her personality according to the current situation, in order to attain the best result possible.
  • Fickle Obsession: The reason behind Corinna's little 'games'. Inconstant like a candle's fickle flame, but at the same time, intense like a wildfire. She plays with others' emotions, treating them like toys, until she gets bored or... until they break
• Physical

  
  
  • Venomous Bite: Corinna is able to inject a powerful venom on her preys. It can be either a deadly one, or a tranquilizing venom.
  • Arachnid: Thick, sharp exoskeleton capable of easily cutting through flesh, poisonous fangs, web generation, dexterous and agile movements, heightened senses... She can be a very dangerous opponent, but the same traits that make her dangerous can be hints of what she truly is.
  • Deadly Silk: With an average toughness of 350 MJ/m3 and even going up to 520 MJ/m depending on the type of silk, it is roughly over ten times tougher than a similarly-sized piece of Kevlar. Her silk has a multitude of uses, ranging from making traps and ambushes to trap or even cut her target to using them to perceive vibrations on the air (due to its low density), essentially making her able to 'hear' and perceive others if she is in a place where she already set up her web.
  • Vis Predation: Like all Licentia, Corinna consumes Vis from other living animals. Although she is able to sustain herself with vis infused meat, or fresh meat, she enjoys having a small taste of other types of meat and blood when she can.
• Magical/Technological

  
  Corinna's body is more focused towards physical abilities, so she is not that well versed in magical or technological abilities, saving for some small tricks.
  
  • Predator's Cloak: Corinna is still able to use shadow magic, although to a minor extent. Being unable to Shadow Walk, due to her physical form not being as close to the essence of darkness as normal Nightwalkers, she is still able to manipulate it. Although its not exactly invisibility, as she basically uses her imperfect shapeshifting ability and lesser shadow magic to emulate her surroundings, 'melding' with the environment.
  • Imperfect Shapeshifting: Her unique physiology, even for nightwalkers, give her some interesting abilities. Unlike other Nightwalkers, she cannot change certain aspects of her appearance, like her arms, her fangs... Her shapeshifting ability is restricted to camouflage and hiding her arachnid legs.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

【Theme I】

~"Well... I do bite, but I promise you, you will love it..."~

General Information

• Name Corinna Mallory
• Nicknames 'Rinna'
• Gender Female
• Sexuality Bisexual
• Alias N/A
• Height 1.70m
• Age 67
• Apparent Age 20
• Race Licentia
• Sub-Race Mutation, Nightwalker strain

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[+]

Appearance:

A beautiful and delicate pale skin, long black hair, crimson eyes a pair of beautiful amethyst, long gloves made of silk, a delicate, black neck bow coupled with simple, yet beautiful black dresses give Corinna an exquisite appearance. Her fragile and delicate face, coupled with the simple, but elegant dresses she wear give her an noble, lady-like appearance. But at the same time, something feels off about her. An ominous aura surrounds her. Maybe its how she moves, with a calculated, deadly elegance, or maybe is her eyes, her tranquil, yet deep, crimson red eyes which appear to hide something behind that peaceful façade.
But that is also part of her charm. The words which can best describe her are: Dangerously Alluring.

Unlike other Nightwalkers, she has a 'true form', and cannot hide certain aspects of her true appearance, such as sharp, venomous fangs on her mouth and the hard and sharp exoskeleton covering her arms and hands, ending up in long, dagger-like nails. Although she is able to hide her arms with her long, silk gloves (thanks to her being able to at least shrink her nails a little bit to fit on the gloves), they are still hard under her gloves, even with the silk emulating the smooth feeling of skin, it can be still be felt if one pays enough attention, or even heard when she gets careless when grabbing something. Her true form is not that different from her usual self, consisting in eight black arachnid legs coming out of her back.

---

Personality:

Corinna is, most of the time, a perfect lady. Polite, cultured, charming, intelligent, confident. She uses her looks to her advantage, without being vulgar. She is a wonderful person to have nearby. Her careful choice of words make sure that the one she has her eyes upon will get closer to her.

But when she is alone with her 'target', things change. She gets more direct, straightforward and more 'aggressive'.

---

History:

"As you enter the Victorian style mansion, you are greeted by a beautiful woman. With a delicate white skin, as white as the snow, beautiful and alluring crimson red eyes and wearing a wonderful black dress, the very same lady who spent almost the entire evening talking with you the other day. She was attractive, polite, intelligent... A perfect lady.

She smiles at you, with a kind expression, and invites you to get in. As she guides you inside the mansion, you can see how beautiful it is. Decorated in a Victorian era style, with beautiful red curtains & etc. it feels almost... Out of time, in the middle of the big city. Before the dinner, she cordially invites you to dance. How could you say no to her? The way she was looking at you, the very discreet hints she gave to you, the way she talked, moved... You had already fallen for her.

She gently grabs your hand, taking you through a long hallway. As you two arrive on a big open hall, she walks to the middle of the room, almost gliding through the room, with graceful movements. The room is very beautifully decorated, but it had an eerie feeling to it. The room is surrounded by mannequins, sitting in chairs, perfectly ordered in pairs. A male and a female. The males wore elegant, black suits, the females, beautiful white dresses, all of them wearing masks, almost like in a masquerade. It was beautiful, but somehow, slightly unsettling.

A soft, calming waltz start to play. She looks at you, with a suggestive smile, extending her hand to you. You slowly reach her, taking her hand, a little bit uncertain. She giggles in return, putting your hand on her waist, and getting really close to you. The second you get a tighter hold on her waist, she smiles, and start dancing with you. She looked almost like a completely different person from the night before. She was more... aggressive with her advances, more straightforward. Not that you disliked that, of course, but it was radically different from the night before. And it wasn't the only thing. You didn't know why, but that eerie feeling was still there, now even stronger than before.

The music starts to get faster and darker as she tightens her grasp around you, a bit too strong to be comfortable. Something is wrong... terribly wrong, but its too late to do anything about it. It doesn't matter how much you try, you simply can't get away from her. At the same moment, the mannequins get up, all at once, and start to dance around you. Their lifeless, blank faces dancing a macabre waltz, almost like they are mocking you.

You were so focused on her, on the mannequins and your own panic that you didn't perceive one thing. Eight, black and terribly sharp arachnid legs coming out of her back. They moved around with a deadly grace. Now that you focused on them a little better, you could see, thin strands of silk manipulating the mannequins as they danced, in their macabre, lifeless waltz. She looks at you, licking her lips, showing two sharp fangs on her mouth. The spider legs getting out of her back touching the silk lines with an almost hypnotic grace, almost like it was playing a harp. The music suddenly comes to a halt.
All the mannequins immediately stop dancing, looking straight at you, all of them in a 'broken' pose, their necks turning in impossible angles, their bodies contorted as they turn to look at you as you try, uselessly, to free yourself from her deadly grasp. She opens her mouth, her terrifying fangs were reflecting the lights from the ballroom... A sharp wave of pain runs through your body, you feel your veins burning due to her bite, causing an agonizing pain. Seconds later, which seemed like hours, you strangely stop feeling any pain, instead, feeling a strange numbness, calmness and pleasure. Even with your brain screaming in panic, you don't have the strength, nor the wish to fight against her anymore...
As your senses become duller, and your body relaxed, the music starts playing again, getting lower and lower as you drift out of consciousness. The mannequins start to dance again, heading to the chairs they came from. One by one, the pairs stop dancing, falling on the chair behind them, as lifeless as they were before. The very moment the last of them sits down, you fall down, unconscious."

"Stop with the horror tales, Lewis! You know I don't like you frightening my clients!" The barman said, waving his hand to the old man, which had attracted a small crowd around him. Their eyes were glued on him, carefully hearing his story.

"It is not a tale, I tell you!! I met her myself! I don't know how, but I escaped alive from there! I even have a scar on my neck, see?" Lewis said, showing a bite mark near his neck.

"Yeah yeah, Surely you must have been terribly drunk to try to dance with a spider or some other wild animal..."
"He is a good storyteller, everyone. He could even tell you the story of a flying elephant and make you think its true. This night I'll make an exception and give you all one glass of our finest wine. On the house, of course." The barman said, with a smile.
Sure... Old Lewis' stories were very good, but this one... The details, the way he talked... It sounded too real, even for him...
"Nah... Its just a story..." The barman said, shaking his head.

---

Belongings/Equipment:

• A smartphone: A completely normal, modern smartphone.

---

Capabilities/Traits:

• Mental

  • Lady of the Masks: Lies, charm, deceit, seduction, manipulation... Corinna is very experienced in using her appearance and changing her personality according to the current situation, in order to attain the best result possible.
  • Fickle Obsession: The reason behind Corinna's little 'games'. Inconstant like a candle's fickle flame, but at the same time, intense like a wildfire. She plays with others' emotions, treating them like toys, until she gets bored or... until they break
• Physical

  • Venomous Bite: Corinna is able to inject a powerful venom on her preys. It can be either a deadly one, or a tranquilizing venom.
  • Arachnid: Thick, sharp exoskeleton capable of easily cutting through flesh, poisonous fangs, web generation, dexterous and agile movements, heightened senses... She can be a very dangerous opponent, but the same traits that make her dangerous can be hints of what she truly is.
  • Deadly Silk: With an average toughness of 350 MJ/m3 and even going up to 520 MJ/m depending on the type of silk, it is roughly over ten times tougher than a similarly-sized piece of Kevlar. Her silk has a multitude of uses, ranging from making traps and ambushes to trap or even cut her target to using them to perceive vibrations on the air (due to its low density), essentially making her able to 'hear' and perceive others if she is in a place where she already set up her web.
    Corinna needs to take off her gloves or make her spider legs appear in order to use her silk, which she weaves with the help of her long 'nails' on her hand or with the sharp spider legs made of hard and sharp exoskeleton.
  • Vis Predation: Like all Licentia, Corinna consumes Vis from other living animals. Although she is able to sustain herself with vis infused meat, or fresh meat, she enjoys having a small taste of other types of meat and blood when she can.
• Magical/Technological

  Corinna's body is more focused towards physical abilities, so she is not that well versed in magical or technological abilities, saving for some small tricks.
  
  • Predator's Cloak: Corinna is still able to use shadow magic, although to a minor extent. Being unable to Shadow Walk, due to her physical form not being as close to the essence of darkness as normal Nightwalkers, she is still able to manipulate it. Although its not exactly invisibility, as she basically uses her imperfect shapeshifting ability and lesser shadow magic to emulate her surroundings, 'melding' with the environment.
  • Imperfect Shapeshifting: Her unique physiology, even for nightwalkers, give her some interesting abilities. Unlike other Nightwalkers, she cannot change certain aspects of her appearance, like her arms, her fangs... Her shapeshifting ability is restricted to camouflage and hiding her arachnid legs.

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

Aimée Bellerose

The rest of the days passed by pretty quickly for Aimée. Eating, dancing, telling and listening tales and stories... But things wouldn't be easy as that. After all, she was amongst mercenaries. War, battles & etc. would be unavoidable.

"With that said I trust you all to be able to pull this off. Once we take this gate I'll be buying you all drinks alright, so lets get started." Silas said, as they approached the cave.

The plan was simple, at least in theory. They would use the passage to make a sneak attack and take the gate. It sounded way easier than it really was. The gate was full of orcs, and stealth would be their only option.
The biggest problem for Aimée was that her unique weapon and fighting style made it impossible for her to be sneaky. She was a dancer, her graceful movements were made to be seen, and not the contrary.

"Are you sure this will work?" She asked them. A little unsure.
"I don't know if you guys noticed... but I'm a dancer... My movements were made to be seen." she said, sticking her tongue out of her mouth in a playful grimace.
"Also... A war-hammer and a shield, Silas? They look as improper for a stealth mission as my ring blade!" she said, laughing to him.

To make things worse, for what she understood, that victory was absolutely necessary for them. That attack alone would decide if they would be able to push back the orcs or if the orcs would be able to repel them.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Freyr

"Sure F...Freyr, right? Just hit me with any question you have." the siren replied.

"Thank you." Freyr said, looking to her with a smile.
He was a little worried in sounding a bit rude or weird due to his curiosity, but Haley's favorable answer made him feel better.

Before he could talk again, he was interrupted by Bast's delicate words, and Rochelle starting to talk.
"Oop, it would be better if we let the questions for later..." he exclaimed, as Rochelle started talking.
It would be better to pay attention.

Fair skin, spiky hair, expensive clothes, went to the forest to gather herbs for the local apothecary... right. It shouldn't be too hard to find him in a forest.

"I don't know if it'll be of any help, but we vieras have incredibly sharp senses. Especially if we are in a forest. We are also accomplished hunters and trackers. I think I would be able to at least find some clues about him." Freyr said, looking to Rochelle.

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Bast Ragoczy

"Hm... I see... Someone like you described should stand out like a sore thumb in the middle of a forest." Bast said, looking to her.

"Well... I'm not the one to talk about it, but what can I say? A gentleman must always look good, am I right?" he said, smiling.
He was sure they would be able to find something. Even if it was only pieces of his expensive cloth, but it was too early to think about that, he could still be alive.

"Are you guys really going to look for the husband? I mean, I'm not stopping you but you may be wasting your time. Men in that forest get abducted all the time and you may never find him." Haley replied, with a skeptical look on her face.

"That may be true, my adorable Haley, but we still need to offer Miss Rochelle an answer." he said, looking to Haley.
"It doesn't matter if its good or bad, but I don't think she will be able to continue with her life without knowing if her husband is alive or dead." he said, with a serious tone.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Freyr

"Hey don't worry about it. If I didn't get people to ogle at me, I'd be a terrible Siren." The girl said.

A siren... That explained a lot of things. He had never seen one himself, but he heard tales about those beings. If he said that he wasn't surprised, he would be lying. Her charm was truly intoxicating. Maybe the stories about sirens

As they walked, Freyr heard Bast talking with the siren, and Ryla explaining to her how the guild was formed.
He had never thought about it before, but who exactly was that Bartholomew guy? The members he gathered were very... very different. Both on species and personalities. And yet, that man was able to gather them all. Why...?

Freyr spent most of the time lost in his own thoughts. Bast was speaking with the siren, Haley, as she said a while ago, Ryla was also talking with the siren. The only one that was quiet was him.

"Well, you've got business on hand so maybe we can do that later. Come on, I'll take you to Rachelle Gardner." Haley said, catching his attention.

"Haley, when the mission is over, I would enjoy talking with you. I heard some stories about Sirens, but I've never saw one myself. I am very curious about you." He said, smiling awkwardly. He was rather embarrassed, but he had never saw a siren face to face, so it was only natural for him being curious.

A few minutes later, Haley pointed to a gloomy woman wearing some expensive looking clothes, saying that she was Rochelle, the very woman they were sent there to help.
She had a noble aura to her, but on her face, Freyr could see only sadness. He never had a loved one, so he couldn't know exactly how she was feeling, but her extreme sadness was evident.

"She must really love her husband..." he said, looking to the woman.

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Bast Ragoczy

"Name's Haley, mister. Haley Wellington." the siren girl said, answering him.

"Haley... A beautiful name, miss. I'm glad to meet someone so willing to help a group of weird strangers." He said, taking off his hat to her.

Bast didn't say that only to sound polite. He was indeed surprised that someone gave them directions so promptly. After all, they weren't exactly the most normal group. A half ogre, a Viera and a gentleman... He thought that he would have to use his charm more, but Haley's willingness to help surprised him.

"That's Rachel. I'd bet my feathers her husband was taken by some monster in that forest." The Siren said. "But she isn't giving up so you get the lucky role of getting paid for saying the obvious."

"Losing a loved one can be a very hard to one's emotions." Bast said, looking to the woman. She was a fine lady, wearing beautiful noble clothes, but her sadness was evident even from a distance.

"Let me try to talk to her, ok? I believe a delicate approach will have a better result." he said, looking to the group. He knew a lot of things. Losing someone dear to him was unfortunately, something he also knew. But that was only one story amongst a million other stories that made him the mysterious man he was today.

"Miss Rochele, do you have one moment?" he asked with a gentle voice, taking off his hat in a polite greeting.
"Losing a loved one is a very painful experience, but you must be strong for him, ok?" he said, gently touching her hands, with kind eyes.
"We came here to aid you. We are from the guild." he said, once more, pointing to the rest of the group.
"I promise you we will give you an answer about your husband's whereabouts." He said, offering his hand for her to stand up.

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Aether Bridge Academy

Fia Rozenkreuz and Erin

The way Edge ran away indeed seemed to be a little strange, but Auriel was even more preoccupied about him.
"With him acting this way, I think the best course would be to talk with him while he does some practice drills... I know him well and he's usually more perceptive during training." she said, looking to Erin.

"I know... Fia is very serious about her training as well. She says it calms her down." Erin said to Auriel. She knew exactly the feeling, since her summoner was surprisingly similar to Auriel's.

"Maybe that will be better. I feel like this whole incident was my fault. I wish to solve this misunderstanding as soon as possible." Fia said, agreeing with Auriel.

"I'll bring him out to the training mats in the gym to meet you both. Fia if you can handle a sword you could spare against him if you like." Auriel said, flying away.

"A sword... Its been a long time since you've practiced with one, right Fia?" Erin asked, smiling.
"Yes. It will good to practice my swordsmanship. Although the bow is my preferred weapon, i was also trained to be able to wield a sword... It may not be as good as my marksmanship, but its something." Fia said, smiling awkwardly. Erin knew that fia didn't liked to use swords. They were heavy and unwieldy in her opinion.

But Fairi also had something to say about all that situation.
"Hm... Actually, Erin, maybe we should let those two go for a few minutes. Give them some time to talk it out, hm?"

Fia looked at Fairi, thanking her with a discreet nod. Erin wasn't known for holding her tongue, and sometimes her sincerity could cause more trouble than help. Even if she didn't mean any harm, her words could hurt others' feelings.

"But Fia and I usually train toget-" Erin was saying, before being interrupted by Fia.
"I know, but i don't want you to see my pathetic swordsmanship Erin!" Fia said, laughing. Actually, she only wanted to make sure that Erin wouldn't say something to offend Edge.

"Just for a short bit? Maybe we could go outside? Oh, I haven't introduced you to my summon either! He's a bit of a grumpy pants, and I doubt his shoulders would fit in this hallway so I'd have to summon him outside anyway. You'd enjoy teasing him, wouldn't you?" Fairi said, extending her hand to Erin.

"Ooh~~ That's right!! I haven't met him yet! Is he big? Surely he isn't that grumpy! Lets go!" Erin said, jumping with excitement and taking Fairi's hand.

"Thank you, Fairi." Fia whispered, with a discreet smile, going inside the closet to change her clothes again. Wearing casual clothes to train was simply unthinkable for Fia.

Getting to the Gym, Fia saw Auriel together with Edge, training with some practice blades.
"Edge, I'm sorry for what happened earlier. It was my fault. I didn't warn you that i would change my clothes. It was rude of me, since that room was originally yours." Fia said, bowing her head, apologizing herself.

"Although my swordsmanship isn't nearly as good as my marksmanship, I would gladly practice with you, as Auriel suggested." She said, looking to them, waiting for Edge's answer. Training was usually how Fia passed her time. She was calmer and more relaxed while training. She hoped that Edge felt the same thing as her.

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