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Strange Town (Supernatural/Superhuman rp) Always Accepting!!!

@Rodiak I'm glad you like her! :D It probably isn't the actual Chupacabra- it swallows things whole, but it doesn't suck the blood of goats. She just sort of summoned it, and immediately named it after a monster.

And I'd be down. I hope I didn't step on your toes or anything! She's actually an older version of a character I use for another roleplay, cause I wanted to try out her older self to see how she functioned.

Strange Town (Supernatural/Superhuman rp) Always Accepting!!!

@Rodiak That would be awesome! Lemme go read up and see where he is exactly, cause Esperanza is just gonna casually ride up to the border of the city on a zombie horse, then ditch it and go from there.

Strange Town (Supernatural/Superhuman rp) Always Accepting!!!

Esperanza Ciervo

Name:
Esperanza Rosalind Ernesta Ciervo

Nickname:
Espie, Esp, Esper, La Hija de la Muerte

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Power/Skills:
Necromancy: Esperanza is an incredibly powerful necromancer for her age, due to the years spent at the practice and the raw strength passed through her family. Not only can she raise corpses to her bidding, but she can also commune with and command spirits. Those who can sense spirits or spiritual energy might find that she’s perpetually surrounded by a veritable army of spirits, either hanging back and observing, or waiting at the forefront for her directions. While she can command them into performing tasks for her, the spirits are still very much entities with free will, and will attempt to act independently at times- something Esperanza herself allows, due to her beliefs. Depending on how much energy is flowing through the spirits, they range from being simply traces of themselves, to nearly corporeal- if not transparent- ghosts that can move things about with ease.

Conjuring/Warding: The Ciervo family also regularly dabbles in blood rituals, and, as such, it is a knowledge that has been passed onto Espie as well. By painting sigils in her own blood, she can create wards against evil or bind them temporarily, depending on how much detail she puts into the sigil. In addition, it’s also possible for her to summon...beings, demons included. While she has a pool of creatures she often calls, her most prominent is a rather hideous being that she fondly refers to as “Chupcabra”, or “Chu” for short.

The creature possesses a wide, human smile and a very human tongue, with the head, nose, and ears of a cat. Its body and hind legs are that of a weasel, its front paws are akin to an aye-aye, and its eyes, black in color, are so numerous and so clustered together that they could be mistaken for spider’s eggs. Its tail is long, and ends in five sharp points, like the claws of a witch. Chitinous bone like teeth cover its belly, and the rest of its body is covered in thick, blood red fur. Chu tends to serve as a sort of hammerspace for some of Esperanza’s belongings, although it’s also capable of speech. Its voice is high and womanish, despite the fact Esp refers to it as a male.

Species:
Human- Necromancer

Crush:
Currently N/A.

Relationship:
None- Heterosexual

Appearance:
Esperanza is a fairly slight young woman, with dark eyes, thick waves of black hair grown to the center of her back, and full lips that are often carefully rouged. She stands at 5’3”, and often carries a dreamy expression on her face- although it’s most often not her face that draws the most attention. Instead, one might find themselves more interested in the pitch black tattoos that completely cover her arms and back, taking the form of feathers, and heavy wings that run down her back. Her pinkie finger on her left hand has been amputated down to the knuckle, as well as several of her toes on both feet. She tends to dress in bright, flowing skirts, blouses, and flats, although when travelling she dons a heavy brown cloak and hood.

Personality:
Esperanza is...not what one might expect from a death worshipping cultist, to say the least. Ever friendly and eager to help, the necromancer holds in cheer what she lacks in street smarts. She holds a fascination with the world outside home, and is incredibly loyal- both to her religion, and to any friends that earn her (easily obtainable) trust. She’s slow to anger, quicker to become upset than genuinely enraged, and tends to just want everyone to get along more than anything else.

Background:
While many necromancing groups could be thought of as “eccentric” by the standards of others, the Ciervo lineage is one of the more strange ones. Based in rural Mexico, the Ciervos are a line of Necromancers that found their start back when the Mayans were still alive and well. They have made a name for themselves for their rather interesting community- a cult by their own creation, based around the worship of the Lady Death. The methods have ranged from cannibalism to live human sacrifice in the past, although due to the intervention of other magical groups, they have tampered these practices down for the most part.

The cult rounds to about a few hundred members in modern times, and is a primarily matriarchal society led by La Hijas de la Muerte: The Daughters of Death. As the name would imply, the Daughters are a group made up of exclusively female necromancers chosen as young girls from the Ciervo line, who are seen as the leaders and guardians of the cult. It is their job to organize and perform the various sacraments, rituals and ceremonies the cult performs in their god’s name, overlook and make decisions, tend to the bodies within the public crypt, and protect their community from harm.

Esperanza was one such girl, having been chosen as a young child after an incident involving the channeling of her great-grandmother’s spirit. She was promptly whisked away to reside with the other Daughters, and, while tutored in the basics of learning, her education was primarily focused around learning control of her own developing powers, varieties of blood wards, preparation of cadavers, and so on and so forth. While allowed to roam the grounds of the cult and visit family, most of her time was spent in the crypts. For the most part, Esp was content with this life, albeit somewhat lonely.

Upon growing up, Esperanza was tasked with a bit of a diplomatic mission- the Ciervos had been informed of a town populated with man and monster alike, and wished to investigate it. And, potentially, to scope it out for possible members. Esperanza was delighted to take upon the mission, and as such, promptly set out to find this strange town for herself.

Strange Town (Supernatural/Superhuman rp) Always Accepting!!!

@GingerBoi123 Thank you a ton for your response! That helps me a lot. c:

@Letmehaveone2 Sounds good! I'll try to have a character page up in a hot minute, unless I'm otherwise distracted or what have you, haha.

Strange Town (Supernatural/Superhuman rp) Always Accepting!!!

Hello, everyone! I've been lurking this roleplay for a while now, and have become sort of interested, but I do have a few questions before I set down and send in an application.

1. Would it be alright if my character was a newcomer/someone who just wandered in after hearing about the town, and not a current resident?

2. Would it be okay if the character had a written description instead of a picture? I have a picture I use for the younger version of the character, but as I plan to play her as an adult, I've been having trouble finding a picture for her- especially since she's latina with a particularly unique appearance.

3. Is there any information in regards to other worlds/familiars/etc.?

Thank you! Sorry for pestering.

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

They weren’t alone.

The voices of six purred from the woods, each with their own little quirk- one more bubbly, another stiff, inexpressive. Gale found himself immensely curious with them, although his attention was hooked on one of their lines in particular. Such a small, insignificant little comment, so utterly lacking in detail, but so utterly interesting.

“That one over there...the chick...isn’t that…?”

Apparently, one of their number was familiar.

Gale’s eyes were kept wide in an expression, a look of alarm and childish fear, although internally he was spending more time mulling over what he had heard than anything else. The Politician’s little speech served as nothing but background noise, filed away for later inspection, but treated as background noise otherwise. Before the situation could escalate much further than thrown barbs and commentary, the Dorm Mouse had swept in, and they were running once more.

Evidently, they weren’t out of the woods yet, however- both metaphorically and quite literally. The same ichor that made up the Rabbit surrounded them, building into odd sorts of creatures. Creatures that were immune to what weapons had been given to them.

Except one, of course.

As their dear, self-appointed leader demonstrated.

Or perhaps not so self-appointed.

Dear, dear Alice.

Others began to call forth their own “Personas”, although as they burst with color and light and declarations of strength, Gale found himself...disconnected. As he were sitting as an audience of his own life, watching from a window deep within himself as he avoided the rage of the creatures. There was someone with him, and the someone was a gentleman with a soft face and the smell of smoke on his breath. They watched together, sitting in comfortable silence for a second that seemed to last hours, before the gentleman spoke.

“It’s quite the passion, isn’t it? In all of them.” His voice was a purr. Like warm honey, fresh from the hive. “Vengeance. Protection. The lust for life. Each of them, drawing from their desire for a common goal.”

“It’s certainly fascinating to watch,” Gale said without speaking.

“And yet, you feel nothing.”

“Do you, sir?”

The gentleman chuckled. “I’m a bit peckish, admittedly.” They both were. They both knew it. It wasn’t the hunger of the gut, but a more primal one, an emptiness inside their very being that begged and whispered and craved. They were husks in motion. The thought of death brought no fear. The thought of the children brought no sorrow.

There was only the hunger of the soul. The hunger to feel something, anything, but that gnawing that ran so deep that they would tear the flesh from their bones if it meant filling the void, the gnawing that lessened ever so slightly and mercifully only a few times in their life, when Gale was twisting the leg of a sparrow, hearing the bone snap like a twig and hearing its tortured scream and feeling the pulse quicken and still and the warmth run through his fingers-

“Yes.” His voice, their voice, was a sigh now as Gale’s thumb ran over the opened and closed Chronovoker. “I am thou. Thou art I. Let us fill our hunger until we burst, for I am a Geryon, and together, we are the monster of Deceit.”

Gale didn’t have to look to feel the creature manifest behind him. Instead, he only smiled, watched as the manifestation of his very soul sank its tail through the head of one of the monkeys, as the Shadow twitched and turned to ooze around it.

He brought his claws through a slime as it approached, although it was admittedly less cathartic to watch fall apart than the monkey was.

The monkeys would be his primary target.

Gale quite liked the monkeys.

The Marchand School of Sorcery

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@astrobex Welcome to the site! Hope you enjoy it. c:

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Hallway Outside Common Room

It didn’t take long for the others to begin arriving; filtering from one dorm hall or the next, or from wherever else in the school if they were particularly early risers. The weeks spent at Marchand let Dawn pick out a few familiar faces as they passed with an idle glance. There was the boy who had the strange tendency to take naps in front of a vent, there was the girl who would bring an entire party sized bottle of Fanta to class and take, slow, leisurely sips of the stuff throughout the hour. Dawn brightened up upon catching sight of a certain pair, however- one Nolan Santora, and Isaiah Parrish. She returned the waves of both with her own and a smile as she slipped out of the common room, stomach snarling a little as she did so. A part of her considered dropping back to chat with one of the other, but she dismissed it. They seemed a bit busy at the moment, and she could always seek them out later.

She had only made it a short distance away from the common room’s doors when she ran into another friend she had ended up making. Dawn ended up having to step back a little and tilt her head up to actually meet the other’s eyes, but there was warmth in her smile as she did so. “Oh, um. Hey, Layne. It’s...definitely been a really nice day so far. Although I feel like you might end up jinxing yourself if you say something like that.” Dawn herself was aware that it was a bit of an odd friendship, to say the least. Layne was just as large in personality as he was in build, and Dawn was...well. Pretty much the opposite, to say the least. Still, he had easily become one of of her closer- if not closest- friends, and it was something she was incredibly grateful for.

“I, um. Was just heading off to the dining hall to get something to eat. The common room’s been filling up pretty fast, so there’s probably going to be more people around...fairly soon, I think. Have you been doing anything interesting, yourself?” She paused a little as another student passed, bowing her head respectfully. “Good morning, Lucshen.” The name hadn’t gone unnoticed. It was the sort that left a bad taste in some mouths, perhaps- those who had been more heavily affected by war and conflict. Dawn was not one of those people, however. The name may have been a more scandalous one, but seeing that her own wasn’t exactly the most reputable, she hardly considered herself one to judge. She watched him go a moment, then turned back to Layne, absently scratching her side as she did so.

There was no sensation in the movement, but then again, that wasn’t something all that surprising.

@Oooie@akirashadow

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Common Room

Percival let out a sort of noise that was a sort of blended mix between a scoff and a laugh. “‘Course I do. Who d’you take me for? If I’m not shoving pancakes down my gullet, what am I even doing? What is my identity? Am I still myself, or just some weird doppleganger that wound up taking my place without me even realizing? Christ, man.” Shaking his head a little, he followed his roommate all the way to the common room, making a beeline for the vending machine as he did so. He scanned over the options with the eyes of a hawk, pulled a dollar from his pocket, and with deft hands, slid it right in and punched in the number for a bag of Ruffles.

The machine grumbled its assent. The coil that pinned his delicious, savory breakfast in place began to unwind.

And then the bag fell against the glass and stayed there.

“Oh, come on!” Letting a groan of frustration, Percival pressed his face against the glass, staring longingly at the unnaturally orange cheese on the bag’s cover. “You can’t do this to me. This is a scam, I tell you. A fraud. A bamboozle!” After a few moments of staring at it with enough force to move it if looks could actually move things alone, he drew away, a look of defeat on his face. His frown of shame was replaced by a wide, face-splitting grin as a Professor wandered in, however- not just any Professor, however, but one that he was taking Defense under. Giving the vending machine a bitter smack (not a particularly hard one or anything, mind you, he’d heard enough horror stories of vending machines killing more than sharks) he sauntered over, settling himself beside Isaiah and in front of Professor Matheos.

“Oi,” he said. “What am I, here. Chopped liver?” The grin on his face made it pretty obvious that he didn’t actually feel too offended or anything, so he tried his best to make his “I am an upset and hurt student face” instead, with limited success.

You had to put in the effort at least, after all. Fifty percent of the time, effort led to success a hundred percent of the time.

@Prosaic@Gelatinous Cube

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Dorms → Courtyard

The sparrow in Esperanza’s grp was not in its prime- she knew that well enough. It writhed between her fingers, attempting to kick and peck at the latex covering her hand, but it was weak. Its pulse fluttered weakly in its chest, and its feathers lacked the healthy sort of sheen that its younger company held in full.

Its time almost up.

Which is why it made things a bit more easier, in more ways than one.

Below the elder sparrow was a carefully positioned bowl. There were others sitting nearby just like it- crafted from glazed clay, and painted over with colorful blossoms and skulls and beauty. The one sitting in front of her had had most of its insides washed to fading, however, much more so than the others. Taking a deep breath, Esp lifted the knife up to the sparrow’s throat, and in one clean swipe, tore it open and let the blood flow free. Her thumb ran circles against the back of the bird’s head as its movements grew slower, and the bowl grew fuller, until it had gone completely still. She whispered an apology to it as she wrung it for the last drops, thanks for the life she had been able to give Death, and then gently lowered the body onto the plastic sheet beside her.

The procedure was routine from there on out. A medical scalpel split the bird open from neck to legs, making a neat “I” incision. It dove deeper, in and out, as Esperanza systematically removed the parts that had let it eat, breathe, live. Stomach, lungs, heart, liver- all that and more, she placed in their own, separate bowl for the time being. With that done, she packed the now hollow body with sawdust, then sewed it back up with an expert hand.

Three separate aspects. Without even one, life couldn’t exist. And without life, there was no death. Esp stared at all for a moment, taking the sight in. Putting it to memory. Then, gently running her fingers once more against the sparrow’s head, she picked it up and passed it over to Chu for safekeeping.

The body. Without the soul, without the meat of the flesh, it was nothing but a husk. She would be the one to bring purpose upon it once again, when the time came. This was passed to Chu for safekeeping.

The meat. The vital parts of a being when alive, no longer needed in death. They, too, would hold a new purpose, in bringing life anew. Sliding open her window, Esp set the bowl neatly on the sill and closed it again. She would retrieve it later, after it was emptied. After it had fed the hungry, becoming a part of a living being again, rejoining the cycle of life. She smiled, then moved onto the most important part of the ceremony.

The blood. The essence of life. Holding it carefully, so as to not spill a single drop, she lifted it over her statuette of Death herself and poured. She watched with reverence as it trailed over the painted, merciful face of bone. It soaked into the clothes, puddled at the feet. It was one with Death now, and she would treasure it.

Esp stared upon Death, her Lady, the Mother of the Ciervos, with a sense of uttermost reverence. Whispered prayers tumbled from her lips. She gave thanks for her newfound friends, for the joy she had found at Marchand, and her wishes that the future would grow even brighter.

The candles surrounding the Ceremony flickered, rising and falling and dancing with fervor.

The room plunged in temperature. The lights dimmed. She could feel them- she could feel her family, those who followed them, years upon years of life and death connected to her in this short, beautiful moment, and they were all watching and they were all connected and she could hear them, her voice rising and joining them in a glorious choir, tears running down her face, her voice raw as she chanted and screamed out her love and joy and soul-

And then the candles were snuffed into smoke, thin strands of gray fading lazily into the air. The room was back to normal. Sobbing, letting Chu lick her tears away, Esperanza began to clean the statue with shaking hands. It was only when it was completely clean that she planted a kiss on its feet- feet that had been worn smooth by years and years of practice.

The procedure of cleaning up helped ease Esperanza back from the clouds. The plastic was discarded, her arms freshly bandaged, and the silence ward she had placed down washed away.

She felt calm. Rejuvenated. Smiling brightly, Esp swept Chu into her arms, and strode out of her room. Death was always with her, always waiting for her, and it was the ceremonies that helped take away some of the homesickness that sometimes gnawed in her heart.

It also helped to have Chu with her. Her best, and dearest friend.

Her best and dearest friend who had also just squirmed loose of her grasp, leaping onto the floor with a bright squeal and dashing off down the hall.

Esp blinked. Her eyes went wide. And then she was stumbling on after him, trying to pursue the much faster Familiar as he bounded off. “Chu! Chu, wait!” She nearly tripped over her own two feet in her hurry, and almost ran into a few people in the common room- gasping out a few “Sorry!”s as she did so- but still kept up a close pursuit as he bounced down the stairs and led her off to wonders unknown.

These wonders unknown, as it turned out, wound up being the courtyard- which was currently being filled with the most lovely music. Esp slowed, head cocked to the side as she listened, then slipped outside and into the crisp morning air. She broke out in a cheerful smile as she caught sight of the two already there, and gave a enthusiastic wave to them as she approached.

“Hello Tatia and Vanya!” She beamed even brighter as she looked over to Tatia, eyeing the violin in her grasp. “Your song is very beautiful. I am sorry for interrupting. I was just following my Chu, because I was not wanting him to be lost.”

At the moment, Chu seemed in hardly of any danger of being lost. Digging into the bark of one of the trees with his paws- or, rather, hands- he shimmied up the tree, letting out a sharp cry of “Van!” as he attempted to work his way up to Vanya’s branch. It might have been a bit alarming to have a grinning beast from another dimension climb towards you like some sort of horror movie monster, but as Chu was Chu, and not a human being, he was more concerned with delightedly trying to get pets from the nice, funny-smelling person than his self image.

Chu was a good boy.

Such a good boy.

@LorelleQuips@Furiosa

The Marchand School of Sorcery

It had been several weeks since the first ever semester of Marchand Academy had begun.

And as far as things went at a magical high school, things had been...relatively calm, if not without the excitement that one would expect to come with a new school, new friends, and new, somewhat strange teachers.

Classes had begun as soon as Monday hit, giving the students ample time to get settled in and get to know one another. Friends were made. Some discussed their families, others chose other, safer grounds to tread on. The Professors hung in the background all the while. Some made an effort to interact and get to know their students, while others only really acknowledged their charges when the students made trouble or asked something- and even then, made it obvious that they’d rather be doing literally anything else.

As one might expect, when classes rolled around, these same teachers hardly changed in behavior.

Madison Lovette had been one of the more affable teachers- cheerfully answering questions and stepping in to resolve whatever trouble that needed to be dealt with. When class began, he kept his sunshine demeanor. Homework was light. Efforts were made in class to keep students engaged, despite the rather dry tone of the knowledge conveyed in history class (most of which included offering candy for particularly compelling responses in class discussions). He was an enthusiastic teacher, passionate. His Pyromancy class he taught with just as much excitement, although he didn’t teach in quite the most orthodox means.

Considering the fact that it essentially served as a glorified cooking-and-mundane magic use class.

There was no exciting burning of dummies. No very literal fire-fighting. Instead, they were expected to do...simpler things. Bake this cake. Roast this turkey. Boil tea. Light a candle, and put it out again. Subdue a campfire with your pyromancy alone.

Life at Marchand went on. The days marched on.

Sunday had rolled around again, much to the delight of many students. It was currently around nine a.m. or so, meaning that many students (with the exception of night owls, the particularly lazy, or those who had been busying themselves in the dark of the day) were already up and about.

The day was looking to be a regular, rather sleepy one.

Perhaps that would change sooner than not.

@VitoftheVoid@Avanhelsing@LorelleQuips@ScoundrelQueen@Akayaofthemoon@Gelatinous Cube@chocomog333@Prosaic@Sailorsadie@akirashadow@KillBox@Furiosa@Oooie@Dutchess Sarah@Trinais@Ejected

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“All around us are people, of all classes, of all nationalities, of all ages. For three days these people, these strangers to one another, are brought together. They sleep and eat under one roof, they cannot get away from each other. At the end of three days they part, they go their several ways, never, perhaps, to see each other again.”

Dawn ran her tongue along the pad of her thumb, then slid the digit neatly beneath the page, flipping it to the next. Murder on the Orient Express. She had first read the novel when she maybe nine or so, give or take a few months. She had been held by a staunch fascination of the world of detectives around that time, devouring whatever scrap of text or bit of medium she could get her hands on. Her passion for the genre had been so strong that she had dressed herself up in a fake little stovepipe and a hunter’s cap that Halloween, much to the amusement of her family. Even after the holiday had passed, the hunter’s cap had remained, up until the point that it could no longer be worn and was in near shambles.

One of her favorite novels from the time had been this one, and she had found herself reading through it again after stumbling upon it in the library. It lost some of the excitement and luster it first held for her with the knowledge of the culprit of the crime, but it was still enjoyable regardless.

Flip. Flip.

It was a quiet day so far in the common room. Dawn wasn’t really complaining, of course. She enjoyed the quiet. There was a faint jazz piece that she couldn’t name off the top of her head in her ear, courtesy of her earbuds, but that was about it. That, and the sound of her own breathing, of the book, of the drone of the television in the background.

Flip. Flip.

It was after she reached the next chapter that Dawn stopped. Carefully slipping a bookmark shaped to look like a leaf between the pages, she closed the book and put it away into her purse. Her magic worked quickly as she tore her eyes away, whisking it safely off into her backpack for the time being.

She was feeling a bit hungry, though. While the common room had a few vending machines, filled with chips and granola galore, none of them held anything that would make for a proper breakfast in Dawn’s eyes. Stomach growing slightly, she stood, plucking the earbud from her head, and moved to slip out of the room and head to the dining hall.