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the supernatural costume ball

Ari Sveden

Age

319

Species

Siren

Costume

Same as pictured, but with an ornate black mask made of lace, and a lace shawl to hide the gills on her neck.

Biography

Ari is the youngest of her clan, and a bit of an oddball. Her kind are known for luring men to their deaths with their songs for sport, but she wanted nothing more than to learn about other creatures. She was attending this ball to escape her family for awhile and to satisfy her curiosity.

Other

She does not want anyone to know she is a siren. She is also more drawn to women than she is to men, likely from seeing too often how they fall for her family's songs.

the supernatural costume ball

This sounds fun! Just hopped by to say I will likely be jumping into this later today! ^.^

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Macy watched with a gleam in her eye as her three captives began to mercilessly slaughter their comrades. Good... It worked... There was a bit of relief to her thoughts as she stepped through the barrier and out into the open. She hadn't used any of her magic for awhile, so she wasn't sure just how effective the possession would be. They were fully under her command. A small smile came upon her lips as she kept her hand outstretched in order to maintain the connection. Her comrades had begun to move forward, seeing their opening, so she worried less about defending herself and more on keeping hold of them as long as possible.

Hopefully they could kill one or two others before her concentration broke. Once she felt herself getting close to her limit, she changed the command, ordering her three mindslaves to murder themselves. Macy didn't get to see if she held out long enough for them to follow the instruction, however, as her hold on their minds slipped. Slowly, her hand dropped to her side and she stood there for a moment, silent. Her hands shook with anticipation and her breathing became heavy. She replayed the images of their weapons slicing through each other, blood splattering, over and over in her mind. It was addictive. The control she had felt over them was simply delightful. Slowly but surely, a wicked grin slipped across her face, matching the evil glint in her eyes. A demonic aura built around her, and anyone who could sense it would tell that something in her had indeed shifted.

This was a common occurence when she used spells- her bloodlust went wild. Just the thought of ripping flesh, exposing the organs within... It was fun, but it wasn't enough. I want to see more. Really, she wanted to tear apart one of those bug creatures, but these common prisoners would be interesting enough. The urges grew strong inside of her, and Macy caught herself slipping, grasping the wrist that held her rapier with her free hand. She could not stop the trembling. Not good... Her eyes darted around, making sure she wasn't too close to anybody. Hawke was the only comrade near her, but there was no time to warn him that she was going to lose control. Hopefully Diana had heeded her warning and was somewhere nearby.

Without warning, Macy suddenly shot forward toward the prisoners, her hand stretched out in front of her. It soon connected with the skull of a Falcon standing within arm's reach of Hawke, grasping his face with a grip far beyond that of her stature. In a flash, she had engulfed the man in black flames, her smile widening as she watched him burn alive. A small giggle escaped her lips as she glanced to her large companion, making eye contact. Her expression would be wild, and much different from her usual monotone look. Macy was not herself, and found herself lost in her desire to see blood shed.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Macy glanced between the members of her group, noticing they were mostly grouped together in one area. This wasn't good- being so close together would make it easier for them to be wiped out. She could sense the barrier that had been created - those left in the smoke were just sacrifices, then. The ones they needed to get at, the intelligent ones, were bound to be lying in weight behind that protection. How many were there? She had no way to tell, but from what she could discern from how many were within her smoke, it was more than half behind the wall.

Kris seemed to organize the team to fight those within the smoke, but they didn't appear to have a plan once they broke through. She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking. Did this situation really call for it? It wasn't something she liked to use, and in an area like this it could be dangerous... but her team knew her tendencies and should be able to subdue her, if necessary. This wasn't something she could do without warning them, however. And Hawke didn't know about her magic, so he might become a target. Once she decided the best way to do things, she opened her eyes and made her move.

Normally she would approach Scar first, as he was often the quickest to be able to stop her if things got out of hand, but he was invisible at the moment so there wasn't time to track him. Her next best bet was Diana - with her wide range of spells, she could take control of things from a distance if they got bad. Plus, she was nearby. Gripping her rapier and dagger, she made her way to the dragon-woman, placing a hand on her arm. They barely spoke, so she would likely know what this was about. "You know what to do, right?" Once it was confirmed that she would keep Macy from hurting any comrades, she sunk back into the smoke to conceal herself.

She was nearly as nimble as Scar when it came to avoiding detection within the smoke, though she wasn't actually invisible and didn't move near as quickly. As the fight continued, however, she made her way around the edges of the room to approach the barrier. It seemed like it was built to keep physical objects away, but magic would be able to pass through from her close distance. Still pressed to the wall and concealed by the smoke, she peered through the fog to see the stronger ones standing back.

Too many... She wouldn't be able to control them all, but she would attempt three. Targeting three of the men in the front, including Harl, she silently pressed two fingers to her lips and stretched that hand through the barrier, quickly pushing a force to take control of their bodies. Her eyes glowed a bit as she cast the spell, but she remained prepared with her rapier in her free hand, guarding just in case. If the spell were successful, those whom she had gained control over would turn and begin slaughtering their comrades and, should there be time, themselves. She could hold this for sixty seconds, at best, and she hoped by that time her comrades would recognize their opening.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Macy recognized quickly that things were beginning to go downhill... and fast. Kris had acted brazenly, before her comrades could catch up. Not that Hawke and Scar had helped to deescalate the situation at all, but all hope of diplomacy was gone the moment they fought back. It was clear that they had no intention of listening, anyhow; she could sense a certain toxic air about the group. Her point was proven when they sacrificed their own companion. A group like this with an every-man-for-himself mindset was dangerous.

Not waiting to see the impact of their attack, Macy took the opportunity of the dragon-girl's entrance to break away from the group. For once, her flashy way of doing things served greatly to distract the prisoners, hopefully enough for her to get the young blonde to safety. While their gazes were drawn, Macy lunged toward her companion and threw a smoke bomb, hiding them in a cloud of smoke. Though harmless, the fog would hopefully hide them long enough. She had much experience navigating blindly, and dashed quickly to Kris' side. With a strong kick, she toppled over the prisoner whom had fixed himself around Kris, now nothing but a corpse.

It was within this haze that she took in the state of her companion. Should she be able to move, Macy would grab her hand to lead her through the smoke toward the back of the group. If she were unable to move, Macy would do her best to carry her out of the path of the prisoners, defending the two of them as best she could with her rapier.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Macy glanced down at her arm, where bright orange flames had begun to burn. After watching the glow for awhile, she moved to pat out the fire, embers falling from where her clothes had begun to burn. It stung a little, but really the burns were more fascinating than anything. The now singed cloth, however, was rather annoying, so she ripped the sleeve off of that side and continued on with the rest of the group. Having now calmed down from the initial excitement, she had returned to her monotonous state, simply observing what she could from around her. She would have to find another time to observe these creatures, when the fighting had settled down. If it settled down.

That seemed unlikely as they entered this new area, greeted immediately by the shouting of some criminal. Macy, wondering just who was making all of the ruckus, peeked out from behind the giant that was Hawke, who had also now begun to swing his sword around. Her eyes made contact with the scarred man in the back, and something about him made her stomach twist up. He gives a bad vibe... Suddenly, Macy noticed the two dead corpses, half-mutated, and her eyes got a glint to them reminiscent of the look she had before. I want a closer look... Now, however, was not the time. Slowly, she moved to stand beside Hawke, rather than behind him, and held her rapier and dagger defensively, ready to attack based on the response of the prisoners Kris had assaulted.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Macy was anything but scared. As Hawke mentioned joining the creatures, the young woman took that to mean that they were poisonous in some way, and that you could be turned into one of them. Hence, they "were" human. The more she learned of these insects, the more fascinated she was. Her eyes lit up more than they had the entire time she had been in these walls, and her hands shook with anticipation. Even her breathing became a bit heavy as she watched the creatures from the window. I want to tear one open...

As if granting her wish, a loud bang came from the doorway as the metal slab came crashing to the ground, useless against the horde of beasts heading their way. What had started this infection? How had their human parts become so transformed? These particular ones seemed more human than the ones outside, and it made Macy smile. They were fresh. Mid-transformation, almost... and they had a thirst for other humans. Swiftly, she drew both her rapier and new dagger from their hilts and took a low stance, observing as Scar took the first attack. His crossbow hit effectively, as several needles followed, and she decided it was her turn. Her ears had not even heard his game plan as she lunged forward, deciding to attack one of the creatures on the edge of the pack.

Her speed was good as she lunged forward, but the moment the creature noticed her she ducked as low as she could and thrust her rapier deep into its' stomach. As its attention was drawn to the contact, she aimed the dagger toward its head, thrusting hard, hoping to hear that satisfying crunch that so often accompanied her attacks. The creature was slow compared to her, but she remembered the large man's warning and yanked her rapier up from its' stomach, hoping to create a deep incision in the front of the beast, before shoving off of the creature to lunge back. All she could think about were those mandibles, and how she wanted a closer look. There was too much going on for her to really observe the creature, and whether or not her attack was successful, anyone watching could see the disappointed expression on her face as she stood in a defensive position, waiting for the next attack.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Macy nodded in thanks to the hulking man as he handed her the keys. Despite his appearance, he was a kind soul... You could even say she had taken a liking to him. There was no time, though, as they appeared to be under attack. Something had pounded against the door, and she was staring at it with her head cocked to the side when Kris took the keys. After several moments, the pounding had ceased, and it took her several more moments to realize she was no longer holding the keys. Kris, usually the first to take charge of an urgent situation, had unlocked their weapons. It was time to fight... something.

Without urgency, Macy walked into the room and re-equipped her belt around her waist, counting her items. Six smoke bombs, same as she had before they had been locked up. Good. And her rapier was also in peak condition. The dagger, however, had already been worse for wear before the warden had confiscated it. She decided instead to keep his more ornate one, that had drawn such a beautiful red drop of blood from her fingertip, and leave her old one lying on the shelf where the warden had placed it.

Now fully armed once more, Macy walked out of the room beside Kris. The thump on the window surprised her, and she walked straight over to investigate. These were not projectiles or even a human attacker, but rather some sort of insect-type creature. "A bug..." She murmured. There was some sort of flesh hanging off of the beast, and her eyes widened. She had spent enough time looking at dead things to know that the skin and innards hanging from the creature were not from any insect. She needed to know more... And who had just come from where these things were?

Her gaze shifted from the window to now look at Hawke, whom was now being asked for assistance. Macy thought that it was best to stick together, too. Quietly, she approached him and grabbed the edge of his pants, like a child trying to get a parents' attention. But rather than looking fearful, her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she pointed toward the window. "... Were they human...?" This was the first she spoke to the stranger, but she was fascinated by these creatures they were about to fight.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Macy was quite pleased that Scar took the sandwich. That meant they had acquired at least two of the three necessary items. Unfortunately, the most pressing one was still missing- the keys. None of them could quite go anywhere without them. At the very least, they would be needed to access their weapons. Even the dragon-woman's voice could not shatter the door - and that wasn't even the room where their weapons were. Macy gazed at Kris for a long while before nodding. The keys were not here, so downstairs would be the next place to look.

She removed her finger from her mouth and turned to walk toward the door on her new quest. Suddenly, as if their need had willed it, the door leading to the lower levels clicked open, and a hulking stranger entered. The only thing she noticed were the keys in his hand. They were the same ones they were looking for. That had been easy. The man now had a huge weapon in hand, but Macy had her sights set on the goal.

As he tested his sword, she ducked nimbly under one of his swings and grabbed the key ring. She now stood not even a foot in front of him, each of them with a hand on the keys, though she made no move to yank it from him. The stranger had done them no wrong; he simply had something they also needed. He would even be a good asset to escape.

However, Macy was not good with words, so she simply stared up at the man silently. Her demeanor was calm and confident, so she thought it likely the stranger would know she had no malicious intent. She did, briefly, glance over at Kris. I found the keys...

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Macy stepped back as the lock was kicked from the door, giving no reaction whatsoever. Not only had she gotten used to Scar's rough personality, but it never really bothered her to begin with. Any help was appreciated; she preferred not to act if she did not have to. Her eyes drifted to Kris and Diana, watching them speak before being suddenly pulled from the cell.

She went along willingly, of course, noting that most of her comrades had come to congregate in this room. They were all searching for a way out, yet not exactly working together. This was pretty common behavior between them. She, herself, had worked with them for many years yet had barely spoken to most of them. She liked to keep to herself.

Slowly, she meandered over to the desk, following Kris' lead to look at what all might be there. They needed three things that she knee for sure- a weapon for herself, the keys to any door, and a sandwich for the fox. Her gaze drifted over to the door beside the vault, where she approached and placed her hand against the cold steel. "The warden took our weapons this way..." She murmured, just loud enough for those next to her to hear.

There was no kicking that door down, but there was no unlocking it from here. "The keys were on a ring attached to his belt." She knew it was s waste of time to search the desk for keys; the warden likely still had them. Or a guard. So she moved on to find other useful items. Her eyes landed on a small dagger upon the desk. It was nothing special, but if used properly it was better than only using her hands. That is, if it was sharp.

Carefully, she moved to pick up the small weapon, tracing her finger along its edge. A small drop of blood formed on her finger from the fresh cut, and she smiled... just a bit. It's sharp... Silently, she placed the dagger in her belt, claiming the weapon as her own. Macy stuck her bleeding finger into her mouth, sucking on the small cut until the bleeding stopped. She remained completely unbothered by it as she continued her search.

It was then her eyes fell upon the sandwich. Moldy. Revolting.Yet, it couldn't have been here more than a couple of days. It would not taste delicious, but Macy saw her companion's urgency for food and believed it to be a life-or-death matter. Taste did not matter. Carefully, she grabbed the sandwich with her free hand and approached Scar. It was dripping with juices from the mystery meat, but it would sustain him long enough to escape. He could pick off the moldy bits.

With her cut finger still in her mouth, she silently held out the sandwich with her other hand, offering it to Scar without words. Once he ate, they could proceed.