duskshine749

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Morthos didn't know much about Jax, mostly just her name and that she was a very skilled magic user. Given the pentacle tattoos on her hands and the small demon she kept with her he figured she specialized in demonology. Funny that of all the people he could have run in to it was the girl who knew what's what with demons. "Oh, this?" He gestured at the fire he was making, "this is nothing, you should see me if I'm in a fight. Fire comes very naturally to me, as you may have guessed from the, ah, horns." Morthos coughed feeling slightly awkward, he usually didn't mention anything about his demonic appearance to people. But Jax seemed nice enough, so he didn't mind as much, "and yes, I'm part of SPA. I'm not surprised you haven't seen me around, I make a habit out of keeping a low profile. People aren't usually as, ah, understanding, as you are with the whole..." He moved his hand gesturing up and down his body, "everything."

He considered bringing up something else but at that moment Hargul jumped in with a little rant of his own. "No, I'm not your brotherkin. I look like this because a long time ago some people made a deal with some archdemons and now everyone related to them looks like this." Morthos shook his head, why was he even entertaining this demon? "I'm Morthos, and don't worry about it, I've been called a lot worse than 'shit spoon', do you want me to walk you home? I don't mind, and I wouldn't want you getting sick."
@KiraVanhelsing

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Morthos was about ready to blast the little bastard off his shoulder before his own came and claimed him. She paused a moment before she finished her sentence, he could tell she was taken aback by his appearance. Nothing new, at least she didn't seem repulsed by him, just more curious than anything else. Morthos recognized her, he had been part of SPA for a little while now and had made it a point to at least learn everyone's name. He never talked to anyone, he just looked at the public registry of all the guild members and learned that way. He wasn't surprised she didn't know him, Morthos tried to stay away from others as a general policy.

"Don't worry about it, although I'm not from hell you little monster." The second part was clearly directed at Hargul. Morthos could see Jax was shivering from the rain, and while he may look the part Morthos was in fact not a horrible monster. He did a small flourish with his hand and created a small but warm fire and held it out towards her to warm her up. "Don't be getting sick now, otherwise the little jackass might escape while you're resting," Morthos grinned slightly, he was mostly joking, he doubted the demon could do much harm if left to his own devices. It sounded like the worst he would do is go in Jax's panty drawer. Morthos wasn't awful with people, he did have some social skills, he just really didn't like others so he didn't get much chance to use them.
@KiraVanhelsing

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Morthos sat in the library, it had been a long day of studying. Not studying anything in particular, it's not like he had any exam he had to take, just learning about monsters. He had taken a break part way through to play some shogi with the head librarian Mr. Isho. Morthos liked him, he didn't think Morthos was some kind of evil monster based on how he looked. But now he had left for the night and Morthos was basically all alone left to his own devices. He'd lived in Port Ashmer for a few years now and the first thing he did was find the library. Morthos had grown up in a town much smaller than this, thus the library was also smaller. When he first saw the Port Ashmer library he nearly fell over it was so beautiful.

Since that time he had spent almost all his free time there, sometimes not even learning anything, just sitting and admiring the place. He put the book on elementals away and made his way back home. As he walked he pulled up the hood of his cloak kept his tail hidden, he didn't want any stares. Despite living here for years some people still looked at him with the disgust he hated. And given the size of Port Ashmer there was also a sizable amount of tourists who may have never seen someone like him before. So he walked, trying his best to blend in, hoping his walk home could be as peaceful as his day had been.

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Name: Morthos Xerxes
Age: 23
Picture:

Morthos

Bio:
Weapons: Quarterstaff, acts as a magic implement as well as a basic melee weapon
Personality: He judges people by who they are not what they are, he's learned how bad it feels to be judged on your looks. He's a bit slow to trust but if people don't judge his looks he's willing to give them a chance.
Other:
Pets:

The Lodge Outside of Segaso City (RP is now closed by GM)

"Or just don't say anything, that's cool too," Sam couldn't take the snubbing too hard though, clearly the house had been through something pretty serious while he was...incapacitated. Sam ignited his hand and looked more closely at the wreckage, there seemed to be chunks of metal everywhere. Were they attacked by a robot? How the heck did it even get in to the lodge?

Well Sam didn't have time to think about that right now. He wanted to get dressed because he figured his chances of getting back to sleep before morning were probably slim. He heard a voice behind him ask if he was alright. Sam turned around, flaming hand outstretched so he could get a better look at the person. The first thing he noticed was the blue hair, Sam always found non-standard hair colours fascinating. The next thing Sam tried to determine was if this person was a man or woman, they looked like a woman, or maybe just an effeminate man, hopefully a name would clear up his confusion.

"Um, ya, I'm fine, I think everyone is relatively fine," of course Sam had no clue how everyone else was, just the girl from the crash, and she seemed okay enough to ignore him and go to her room. "Not to sound rude, but who are you and why are you here? This place is pretty out of the way, so I doubt you came across us by accident. Just trying to be careful after this incident, hope you understand." Sam kept his hand ignited in case he needed to fight, after the explosion he was pretty sure it was over, but right now he was feeling a bit jumpy and paranoid.

Beyond the Gate at World's End

Druuk was not one to talk a whole lot, but if he was this place would have left him speechless. It was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before. Coming from the north that wasn't exactly difficult, but in his mind he knew he would probably never see something this beautiful ever again. The king spoke and Druuk did his best to listen, he was never very good with authority figures, but for King Regulus he would do his best to not be rude. As Druuk watched he noticed something, was the king...courting Sinead? Possibly, though clearly their society had rules and those rules said they could not remain in the star city. The king gave Druuk a pat on his shoulder, looking at the other he noticed they got a star where the king touched them. Lifting his shirt and seeing his shoulder Druuk saw there was no star for him.

Now, anyone else may have been offended. After all, why do the others get stars but not him? But Druuk was not anyone else, he took his lack of star as the king thinking he was stronger than the other two. He clearly was, looking at the others he could take them in a straight up fight. But he would not do that, while strength was the ultimate sign of power, Druuk had come to believe that it was the responsibility of the strong to protect those who can not protect themselves. Sinead seemed to be looking desperately at Druuk, as if she wanted him to speak. Clearly she did not know him well, but he did wish to say a few words to the king anyways.

"Lord Regulus," Druuk dropped to one knee with his right hand over his heart, then stood and continued. "I am..." Druuk spoke slowly, he knew words were not his strong suit so he wanted to make sure this came out right. "I am honoured by what you have done for us today. You have done more for us as strangers than other rulers would do for their own people," Druuk knew something about that, but he didn't want to bring that up now. "All we need is safe travel to our camp. I thank you for your hospitality, you are indeed a great Lord, the little ones were right to be so excited for your coming."

The Lodge Outside of Segaso City (RP is now closed by GM)

Sam didn't really do anything to set himself up in his new room, all he did is open up his suitcase and put it at the foot of his bed for easy access to his clothes. He undressed himself for bed and lied there thinking, not about any one thing in particular, just about whatever random thoughts happened to pop in to his head. His dad was chief among those thoughts, he wished his dad was still around, then maybe he'd be able to learn from him how to control his powers better. At one point he couldn't pinpoint the waking thoughts turned to dreams. Nothing really happened as tends to be the case with dreams, but his dad was heavily featured.

Sam woke up to a horrible screeching noise, and what sounded like a fight going on a few doors down. He tried to get up and out of bed but he was wrapped up in his sheets, he must have been tossing and turning in his sleep. He stood up, still wrapped in the blankets, took one step and fell flat on his face. "Okay Sam, stay calm, don't want to lose your cool." He tried to roll himself over but ended up smashing his knee in to the bedpost, it seemed he was closer to the bed than he thought he was. "Fuck, ow, my knee," at this point his skin was starting to smoke. "They're just blankets, how the hell am I so tangled in them?" Once more he tried to stand but he slipped again and just stayed on the floor. He was breathing heavily now, unable to contain his frustration, "god...DAMNIT," he erupted in flames and simply burned the blankets off. "Think you're so tough now, huh!?" He was talking to blankets, clearly he was not in the best state of mind.

But he was free now, and ready to go help his new friends. As he grabbed the doorknob he remembered something important though, he sleeps in the nude, and had not put on anything due to his blanket situation. He quickly ran over to his suitcase, throwing his clothes all around looking for a pair of boxers, of course they had to be at the bottom of his bag. At last, he was at least wearing boxers and he was ready to help with whatever was going on. As he threw his door open his hair was flaming, and houses sprinklers came on. He saw the girl from the crash over by the laundry room on the floor, and she was...crying? He ran over to her, not even seeing what was in Nora's room, and upon closer inspection she wasn't crying, but laughing. Had he missed it? Did Sam somehow miss an entire skirmish just trying to get out of bed? At this point his hair was back to normal and he was dumbfounded. Fine, if he missed the whole fight he'd try to play it off like the dummy he was, "um, did I miss something?" He hoped she didn't flip on him for not having been in the fight, though the laughing could be from having a nervous break so anything was possible.

The Lodge Outside of Segaso City (RP is now closed by GM)

"I guess it's kind of like exercise," Sam said as he finished the pattern, then bowed out of habit. He gave Jaiden a nod as he left, "alright man, I'll make sure the others know." Sam turned back to face Boxcar again and explain what he was doing, "it's from Tae-Kwon-Do, basically you do the moves and it's supposed to teach you proper form." It felt a bit strange explaining what he was doing to Boxcar, partly because Boxcar was a wolf, but mostly because Sam had never really explained his hobby to anyone else before so it was a strange experience. "The fire isn't required, I was just adding that in because it feels nice, y'know?"

Sam immediately realized how dumb that question was, "no, I guess you wouldn't know." He walked over and sat next to the wolf, "do you ever feel like you're not in control of yourself Boxcar? Like if you don't work for it your instincts will just take over and you won't be able to stop yourself until it's too late and something bad has happened?" Sam sighed, creating a small fire in his hand, "that's what it's like for me. It's why I came here, to try and figure out if there's a way for me to not live in fear of myself." Sam snuffed out the flame and gave Boxcar a little smile, "sorry, that got a bit heavy, thanks for listening." He gave Boxcar a rub on the head then got up, "I'm gonna go to my room and get myself set up, you wanna come in, or are you gonna stay out here?"

The Lodge Outside of Segaso City (RP is now closed by GM)

Sam sat quietly at the table eating his food, after their visitor left and Nora went after her Sam slinked away from the table, put his plate in the dishwasher and headed outside. He had been planning on putting his room in order but he knew Nora and the other girl were up there and he didn't want to walk in on that. So instead he stood out back of the lodge and did something he hadn't done in a long time, practice his martial arts. He didn't really remember any of the Forms he'd been taught so instead he just did whatever moves felt natural, making sure to face away from the lodge. After each move he made flame shoot from his hand or foot, some just small puffs, others shooting as high as the lodge, anyone looking outside would probably wonder what was going on. The martial arts was fairly therapeutic, it allowed Sam to clear his mind and think about what had happened since they'd properly arrived at the lodge.

His thoughts mostly lingered on the door in the basement. Its not like it was just hidden behind some boxes, there was a secret switch and if it wasn't for Boxcar's nose they probably never would have found it in the first place. What could possibly be down there? It wasn't a dirt tunnel, it looked like the entrance to a secret underground lab. Sam found it hard to believe that the house full of somewhat unstable supernaturals happened to be built on top of whatever was in that basement.

Then there was the girl they had found, she was from the crash in the woods, Sam wondered what her story was. She'd clearly been through a lot and didn't want to tell anyone about it. Sam could respect that, he knew people always said talking would make it better but it didn't always. Sometimes all talking did it let your emotions spill out, sometimes what you needed was some time to yourself to process things alone. He was sure given some time she'd eventually warm up to them, maybe not tell them what happened, but that was fine, some things were better left unsaid. During Sam's time out back he had remembered one of his Forms, his favourite one , so he was now doing that in the back, shooting his flames, alone with his thoughts.

Beyond the Gate at World's End

"Druuk, just Druuk," he said to the girl, Sinead of the Argents, bit of a pompous name, but he'd let it slide. He was sure she must have grown up somewhere you needed proper manners, maybe The Empire. Perhaps she would know things he did not. He gripped his swords once more then released them and cracked his knuckles. She probably wouldn't be much good in a fight, so Druuk would have to step up. The other one, they boy, he looked stronger. Not as strong as Druuk, but like he may have grown up having to work a bit harder to get his lot in life. "Didn't think dealing with whatever we're coming up on alone was the best idea, so I'll be joining you so we have a better chance of survival if things go south." Druuk wasn't asking to join the two of them, he was simply informing them he'd now be along for the ride whether they liked it or not.

Suddenly there was a loud sound, like many voices singing at once, he heard the other starlings saying that Regulus had arrived. The starling that gave him flight couldn't figure out how to get outside so instead flew excitedly around Druuk's head saying how this Regulus, the King of the Stars, had arrived. Druuk chuckled as it flew around his head, "how about we go outside together little one? Then we can go meet Regulus together?" Druuk heard Sinead mention he dislike of nobility, that was a point on which they agreed. Perhaps they could be friends after all, even if she was not nearly in fighting condition.
@Orpheus@Burthstone