HellsGardenKeeper

Odd Arrangement

Aria sighed laying on the cold concrete floor her pale blond hair sprawled out around her as she watched the swinging lamp, almost fascinated with its constant swaying trying to drown out the screams and howls of the new arrivals, a calm almost vacant look on her face as she raised a scar riddled arm and hand up to block the light making it cast a shadow across the room, 'It's pointless..why waste all the energy...' She mused curiously as she continued to stare ignoring the clattering of the door or the overly cheerful staff telling her it was a lovely day and that she would soon have a new friend her food cart the only thing standing between Aria and the outside of her room.

Letting her head fall to the side to look past the woman seeing the gleaming tiled floors of the facility, a small dreamy smile flickered over her face as she recalled all the times she had tried to run out and escape, the labyrinth of halls and labs, the beating afterwards, each time worse then the last, the scars running down her back proved that much to say the least.

'A foolish girl with hopes of escape..' Aria thought laughing at herself before slowly sitting up, folding in on herself so her head rested on her knees reaching out to take the small cup of medicine and vitamins being offered by the young nurse, the same nurse who had been taking care of her since she was born her three floors down, there was a time she would've needed two guards to keep Aria from claiming her throat, after all.that's what she was breed for.

Without saying a word she tilted her head back swallowing the pills ignoring the offered cup of water, watching as the nurse collected her things, rambling on about irrelevant topics, leaving a tray of somewhat decent food for the mute woman, sighing slightly at the lack of reply before shaking her head leaving.

Watching the door close Aria looked away examining the room, it was rather large and plush as far as the rooms there were concerned, a large plush bed took up the middle of the room with a small lounge chair calming the other corner, a small rug claimed the space in between, besides that she wasn't given much else as a luxury though she only had to ask for it, that is if she would talk.

Most would of called the young woman, broken and disheartened, that she had no pride in her species, however she was just realistic they were puppets having no reason for living but to entertain cruel humans with a taste for blood and exotic things.

She supposed she should be grateful she wasn't on some rich man's leash being pulled around like some commodity, at least now scarred and maimed in some places she wasn't as desirable as the younger years, spending most of them fighting and training in the arena, the sight and taste of blood staining her tongue and hands, there was no emotion in her movements, she continuously just goes through the motioned and expectations they expected of her with a dead gaze in her eyes, the only time they even seemed alive is when she steps into the arena.

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Glancing around Alex made note of the track the only real thing she saw that would keep her indoors long enough to make use of the facilities on this floor, preferring to practice her trade somewhere less bustling and quieter. Even when she did competitions the cheering and humming of the crowd only served as a distractions, shaking her head to clear the thoughts of home, Alexandria sighed before stepping once more into the stream of traffic thankfully she supposed with all the super powered types mixed in people gave one another a wide berth just incase.

Biting her lower lip slightly she looked around again trying to remember which direction the hologram had shown the hall of barracks to be in before grinning as she spotted them jumping up and down in success making sure beeline in that direction exchange a few excuse me and sorry as her case bumped into a few people.

Detaching herself from the crowd she breathed a sigh of relief, always having a strong reversion to crowds areas, before walking down the hall counting of the number of doors cheerfully stopping in front of the seventeenth one. "Guess it's this one." She muttered softly once more pushing her glass back up on top of her head, tilting it slightly as looked at the small panel curious as to how the door opened before a small beam shot into her eye making her pull back blinking several times as a cool metallic voice echoed in the hall,

"Retinal Scan accepted. Welcome Alexandria Whyte."

The voice was followed by a small click as the door opened, shaking her head slightly before grinning again Alex pulled her shades down again before stepping into the room looking around what she gathered to be the living space, more so perhaps designed to get the barracks inhabitants to socialize with each other, looking down to observe the rather large Q on the floor in case they forgot what barracks they were in.

'A lot nicer then summer camp it seems...' She mused to herself before heading towards the door marked with a female sign wondering who all she would be roooming with more so wanting to clean her guns as she opened the door with a small click walking in seeing someone else was there.

"Oh, um hi." Alex said biting her lip again before walking over to an unclaimed bed dropping her bag and the gun case on it before flopping down on it herself, already feeling the jet lag sticking in.

Odd Arrangement

Name:
Aria
Age:
23
Looks:

"Forms"

Predator: Snow Leopard.

Prey: PoleCat

The Dark Bastion.

Aria hummed softly following them into the little coffee shop, tilting her head this way and that looking around at the shops inhabitants, "Hmm suppose it's not too strange... She muttered watching a troll and a wizard have tea and cookies before shaking her head looking at Shiro in response to his question, "Oh, hmmmm, Aria wants hot cocoa with lots of whip cream please~" She replied smiling brightly before slipping past him going to claim a table in on of the corners sitting so she could see the door.

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Ugh,
Sorry hasn't been active Dear.
Finals week was rather grueling....

The Devil's Bounty

The woman shivered as a cold wind blew through the forest pulling her cloak closer around
her as she walked down the worn game path, her bag was loose in her hand she was hopping to come across a deer or some other type of small game to eat for dinner but it didn't look like she'd find anything before the tree tops completely exposed the shade to the sun light creeping softly over the horizon.

She blinked slightly caught off guard by the smell of blood in the air, as she looked around trying to find the source of it trading her bag in for a small dagger hoping to come across an injured animal or better yet a lost human, something she could make use off.

Walking quietly trying to avoid stepping on any loud branches she made her way through the forest as the smell of blood grew stronger, thankfully she wasn't a stranger to blood as the sweet smell lingered through the air enticing the vampires sense, as she came upon a bush with broken branches, peering inside she grinned in triumph seeing a deer laying there. The only that made her wary of it was the large gaping
wound in its neck as if something had just simply ripped it out and kept going, looking up from the fresh carcass she scanned the are looking to see if she could find what had done this to the deer and if it was still around. Not spotting anything she sighed softly before looking back down at the deer, it
would be unwise for her to drag it all the way back to her cave it would only draw unneeded attention.

Using her knife she cut into the deer creating a new slit letting the still warm blood trickle from it dipping her head down to lap softly at the small flow of blood careful to keep the fur and liquid from smearing all over her face drinking her fill before heading back to a small cave in the mountains face.

Brushing her blonde hair back out of her face she sat down in front of her dying fire and started
to restock it, trying to keep the winters cold from seeping into the cave as she pulled the worn red cloak closer to her drawing her knees up to her chest. To any outside observer she simply seemed like a woman all alone out in the forest as she hummed to herself quite content with how the day had gone and she hoped the night would be as peaceful as well as rolls of thunder echoed down the mountain, it was a bit silly of her to be staying in a cave with a town only a few miles west but she preferred solitude to the bustling towns and the thought of sleeping in a taverns inn wasn't a pleasant one. Shaking her head she had to remind herself that this wasn't some simple camping trip and they're were plenty of fools out there willing to try and collect her head.

The Devil's Bounty

"Character Sheets"

Name: Proserpine - Destroyer - Arch demon - Sometimes known as a Princess/Goddess of the underworld.

Age: Not known, but she has been around almost since the beginning.Abilities - Nightmare demon that causes death during sleep, preys on the old and the young for fresh flesh and blood. Can also shape shift to lure in children.

Personality:Prose is rather sadistic and a little masochistic. She is used to getting what she wants when she wants. She has recently become obsessed with the mortal realm and wishes to be a part of it, to cause chaos and suffering where ever she walks. She is psychotic, her temperament can change like the flick of a switch. She is morbid and loves to be around death and suffering. She enjoys attention, and showing off her powers to terrify and get what she wants.

Bio: After some planning she managed to find a way into the mortal realm. She soon began enjoying herself, killing and causing havoc and death everywhere she could. She began getting bored however after a while. When one lives for as long as she has things can get boring quickly. She began turning up the chaos and slaughter. She has no cares for the human rules and regulations. She travels a lot, not staying in one place for too long as she soon gets bored. She loves to leave a town with blood splatters, dead bodies young and old. She revels in peoples grief. Due to her constant terrorising she has a bounty on her head, the humans want her dead. She enjoys when a human comes to try and kill her. It gives her so much entertainment. She can disappear into a black shadowy haze and pop out of no where, she loves to play with her food before she eats it. She has a fondness for cats. She has watched them, they play with their food before they eat it, sneak around silently, and get humans to do their bidding. She often shape-shifts into a cat, she blends in, she can watch and study the people, choose her next victim, or plan a wide range attack of terror without anyone giving her a second glance. She thinks humans are stupid, gullible and most of all, easy prey. She often prefers small villages to terrorise as everyone is so close with each other, she loves to rip them apart and crush their loved ones.

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Name:
Vivian "Vi" Livare

Age:
353

Race:
Vampire

Personality:
Vivian has a rather odd temperamental for a vampire, far different then the cold standoffish behavior that most of her kind exhibits, she herself has a rather morbid curiosity with the living often putting herself in rather precarious situations.

Acting closely and intricately with the mortal realm, she still amazed by the diversity and different reactions they all have towards various external variables, often going out of her way to cause a scene or coax a new reaction regardless of the attention it draws, those that talk to her find she's rather pleasant one to hold a conversation with finding she always has a dry comment or two about the going ons or doings of a town.

While she has her vampiric powers and attributes she tends to rely on her tongue and charm to get her out situations only falling back on the use of her magic and fangs when she can see no other alternative or no way to turn the situation in her favor.

Bio:

Vivian has spent most of her undead life wandering the different lands having little caring for human laws and boundaries, stationing in different cities and sprawling towns over the year, in the earlier years her journey was littered with bodies and grieving families, but that tale would take much to long to spin. No the only real interest would be what happens when she on a whim saves a young boy stuck in the reigns of a run away horse, calming both the boy and creature surprised he gave no ill response to the coldness of her skin as the horse pulled and shyed away from her obviously catching her scent of death.

Little did she know it was the only son of a wealthy widowed king who ruled over a small realm she had found herself in, elated his son was unharmed he thanked her profusely and ushered her into the castle insisting she would have a good meal and a nights rest on him, even more pleased that his son who had detested all of his waiting maids had taken a liking to this new stranger.

As Vi skillfully kept up the charade of eating and drinking she couldn't help feel the hunger growing in her veins as she remember the warmth of the small child her attention snapped back to the king as he started asking her where she was staying and what she did, replying that she had only just returned to this land he clapped exclaiming that if she like she could be the child's new maid.

A few weeks had passed and Vi had blended in well with the castle staff, learning who to feed of and when would be best, yet the small charge she was hired to watch was a constant temptation, a longing from a past self of her long go, one that delighted in the sweet nectar of the innocents.

Finally one dark fateful night she finally gave in creeping in the boys room through a window watching his peaceful sleeping form before slowly cradling him to her chest nestling softly into his neck letting her fangs out and elongate into the boys soft flesh forgetting that the guards check in on him hourly, nothing but the soft pulse and rush of his blood filled her ears and thoughts before a sharp cry of horror snapped her out it realising she was now holding a lifeless corpse a trail of blood down the side of her mouth as more and more guards crowded the room forcing her to flee through the garden maze.

Now she wanders against rarely stopping in a town least someone would be after the price on her head.

[HighCas] Project: Vigilante ~ Welcome to Puriel (Hired Heroes RP)

Indeed I did~
But hey at least I shared, Darling~

[HighCas] Project: Vigilante ~ Welcome to Puriel (Hired Heroes RP)

You can have Dear. however Darling~ is mine.
Besides what kinda superhero goes by their first name?

[HighCas] Project: Vigilante ~ Welcome to Puriel (Hired Heroes RP)

deadpixel101 said
I think I have come to realize, I use a lot of commas when I write, and whether it is an excessive amount or not, is still beyond me...

Don't feel bad, Dear.
I've come to accept that I'm comma happy as well~

Also having two Alex's might get a tad bit confusing, heh.