LetterA

a dumb demon killers school rp

Demon Hunter Academy (DHA) is a school specialized in training young men and women into becoming the great demon hunters there are. After graduation they are sent into another town to work directly for the DHUnion. They fight, protect, and recruit. Such is the job of a Hunter, and the world's been fine just that way, but lately, something wonky's been happening. A lot more demons are coming out of nowhere, and Union members are either disappearing or dropping like flies. No one knows what's happening, except there are starting to be whispers of "The First Nightmare".

The First was thought to be the first demon released by the Earthly Mother, and went by many names. Its powers were reliant on eating lesser beings, be it humans, animals, or the other demons. It was basically a really strong eating machine, and defeated only by seven of the most high ranking Union members at the time(as well as a bunch of unnamed lesser deaths, but they're not important). He hasn't been heard of since. So, it's natural the people would be scared.

But that has nothing at all to do with you! As a student at the Academy, all you have to focus on is getting better at using your supplied weapons and graduating! There are five different types of Hunters- the Exorcists, Medics, Tamers, Archers, and Knights.
Exorcists are that- they expell and vanquish demons. These guys are heavily reliant on chants, holy water, and some people defending them. Sort of like Priests in videogames, except now they're being trained to learn defense themselves, in order to be more efficien. With all the things you need to know, aim only for Exorcist if you're good at memorization!
Medics are healers. Gotta be good with hands, summoning, and most of all, treating other people. Demons- oh, right I forgot to mention, demons are joining now- are usually not in this group, but there are some that like to surprise.
Tamers are people who use familiars, or acquaint themselves with wild demons and take them. Most of lessons will be about how to draw a magic circle to summon said creatures given that circles are a pain to draw. By now, Tamers usually just tattoo their specific familiar's circle on their body to make it less tedious. Not everyone does it though so, eh, whatever floats your boat.
Archers are not necessarily archers- just people with a thing for long distance. The name has gotten old over the year, as archers now would rather be called assassins, given that the practice has branched out to snipers or ninja like sneaking prior to attacking. Formally they're still the Archers though, because the paperwork to change the name and all that is too much of a hassle.
Knights are the most common, and are basically close combat fighters. These divide into two parts- the Shields and the Swords. Shields specialize in defense, Swords in offense. They're lumped as Knights because both parties are still pretty decent at doing one anothers' jobs.




Mmmmm,, and that was basically all I thought of with that. I'd probably send some students on a field trip, meet up with Kanaris, badass students fight woo. Or something. I just wanna have fun with kids with cool powers okay?:c
I feel like I'm missing a lot tho so feel free to ask questions below/clarify any misunderstandings.
Also it's been forever(like, since oldguild) that I've started my own RP so bare with me. Kthx.

Highschool/Supernatural Dark but Lighthearted RP

no capitalization? hell ye

Highschool/Supernatural Dark but Lighthearted RP

oh dang this looks neat

A Town on the Edge of Nowhere

whoops i took longer than I said I would and I would like to apologize;;; I was debating on really joining given that this seems very spooky and I am easily terrified ;;0;;
i realized fuck it so here is a thing and I hope it is a good thing and I should probably have read the other things before making a thing to prevent any similarities. I shall do that now u ~ u

wow this is late

Name: Parker Grace

Appearance: A girl of slim and tall stature, Parker makes up for her lack of feminine grace with exceptional height, landing her at a solid six foot. Her hair is kept short for easy maintenance, a natural brunette. Her skin is neither too pale nor too tan, though it is a hint on the dark side, patches of skin dotted with darker freckles whether or not exposed to sun. There is an elfishly androgynous allure about the young woman whose sharp nose and chiseled jawline could make for an easily mistakable male's silhouette. The fact that Parker chooses to dress in more androgynous attire only emphasizes her features more, as her stick like figure is usually graced with loose tees and faded and worn jeans. Her eyes, a chocolatey sort of brown, are dulled by the shadows of her bangs, given she tends to look down more than up, even despite the view her height gives her.

Gender: Female

Age: Twenty-five

Occupation: Novelist and Illustrator

Place of Residence: Originated from Manila, Philippines but resided in Yardley, Pennsylvania since eight years of age.

Bio:
Born somewhere in the many islands of Philippines, Parker was a mixed child of a loving white man and his young housekeeper. The family stayed in the islands for a good few years before the mother earned enough money to buy her own ticket to the Americas. Her father, who was quite content in the islands, said he'd follow after he took care of some business. As far as either she or her mother knows, however, he still resides at the islands. So, at the age of eight, Parker and her mother departed for USA.
The following years were pretty decent for her- she had a fair understanding of the school's lessons given her homeland's teachings were a bit more advanced, and she was always the playful sort so she never had a shortage of friends. Her mother went to school as well, for nursing, graduating and getting a job around the time Parker started her second year of junior high.
Her first meeting with her stalker occurred then, though she doesn't recall it. She was playing manhunt at night with a few friends, when she caught the faintest hint of an owl glaring from a tree. Considering owls were a sight to the young girl's eyes, she rushed to show her friends, only for it to be gone and all the children disappointed.
The time Parker does remember as her first encounter with her stalker was when she was seventeen- a junior in high school. Her schizophrenic symptoms had shown up even earlier that year, hearing voices, and her mother was trying to find a suitable doctor. Parker's sudden irritability as well as her high school's absurdly large size caused her once large circle of friends to dwindle out quickly.
Upon making solid eye contact with her stalker, it was on that day that her mother introduced her to her first psychologist. This psychologist then recommended her to a psychiatrist to which she received her first ever bottle of pills. It wasn't until a month after three more sightings of her stalker did Parker tell both her psychologist and psychiatrist about the situation, to which the latter answered by amping up her doses.
At first, Parker thought it worked. She got by two weeks without hearing voices- which was her schizophrenia at work- or seeing Miss Fortune- a name she'd come up with her stalker which is both a pun and demeaning. Miss Fortune appeared again, however, a week later. And once more, the day after that. Parker, stressed out not only because this was all happening during the final stretch of her senior year but because she didn't know what else to do, took a little more than her usual dose one day.
What ended up happening was buckets. Buckets of vomit and blood, most on the floor of her bedroom, but some managing to land in the toilet of the bathroom. Her last memory was that of the dirtied bathroom mats, but when she awoke, found herself in the hospital. She was released two days after.
Her psychologist started asking more heavily about Miss Fortune, and after much talk about the stalker, told Parker that considering it didn't seem to do much, to simply accept it's existence. So, Parker did just that. She continued her life trying, and failing, to ignore and not indulge in Miss Fortune's appearances.
At the graduation of high school, she went to a nearby community college where she continued to fill out her requirements while taking a side time to write and draw- most of the drawings being of Miss Fortune. Parker kept all of her art displayed on an online blog, which gradually worked up quite the fanbase. The fame spread, it seemed, as she got job offers to draw for other people. She finished community college but didn't move on to a university, instead staying home and continuing her growing career. Parker even got a job offer somewhere in California, which offered her a nice office of her own as well as a solid budget for the starving artist. She jumped on the job, as well as on a plane, making her way to the other side of America.
Misfortune and Miss Fortune greeted her upon landing when Parker found out that she was not, in fact, in California, but Iowa. Not only that, but received an email /and/ a voicemail explaining that the company had made a mistake, and that her skills weren't exactly what they were looking for and how sorry they were for the inconvenience and please have a nice day. Which was a bit hard, given the fact Miss Fortune had decided to show up daily upon arrival, and she was stuck in a place she didn't know. Her travels led her to the next town over, where she decided to stay at a hotel, hoping to somehow sell enough quick digital art online to get fare for a plane home. Even part time jobs would do, she was that desperate. Meanwhile, however, she made a temporary home of Rainey, Iowa.

Other: Parker has been a bit on and off with her medication lately, and in no part at all to her psychiatrist's wishes, but instead due to the fact she found herself not needing it so much. She seems to be doing decently too, you know, except for the whole Miss Fortune thing. But it's not as though he does much anyways, so.

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Name: "I call him Miss Fortune. Dunno what the gender is, but it looks male, so the term aught to be real demeaning. It's also ironic, given the fact he shows up at times that are not at all fortunate."

Appearance: (A picture I shall provide hopefully asap)
Miss Fortune's appearance could be laughable to some, or if put in a different context, to many. Simply put, the stalker's most prominent features are that of owl and man. His(assuming it's a he) head is that of an owl, with eyes larger and as ominous as a normal one. Sometimes Miss Fortune opens and shuts his mouth that release a repetitive clacking sound that, no matter his distance from Parker, always echoes loudly in her ears. He continues to snap at her until his upper beak snaps off and his lower part of the face is riddled with spit- which looks like a suspicious shade of red. Because Miss Fortune has done the thing many times, it almost comes to no surprise when Parker reunites with him the next day that his beak is back and ready for more action. Usually he stays pretty quiet, however, and that usually gets Parker more than the sounds.
Past Miss Fortune's head continues that of an owl body, but is stopped at a part by the sudden appearance of a white collar and a black bow tie. A powerfully long suit continues downwards, shielding the rest of the presumable owl body, but Parker's not too sure given Miss Fortune has never taken the attire off, nor do bulges show any sign of hidden wings or the like. Not that the possibility of fat owl being hidden in the suit being impossible given that there were much more impossible things to take note of.
For example, /if/ Miss Fortune truly was an owl, then either he was always flying, or standing on stilts. The suit pants are terribly long, even for a normally tall man, shooting the owl at the impossibly tall approximate height of between seven to eight feet tall. His torso portion's arms are quite the sight as well, given that the sleeves are so long that they usually fall slack to the side, even when Miss Fortune moves.
And Miss Fortune does move. It's a peculiarly disturbing sight, however, as the owl man tends to wobble, as though anything past the head was air and the owl was merely trying to move the large outfit through sheer willpower. It would be comical if the lower body part was only not attached to the disturbing head. Whenever Miss Fortune chooses to move, and it's usually minimal in Parker's experience, he leans forward in a hunch and his body shakily wobbles to the destination, his arms slack and devoted to gravity. What's unnerving is that his head stays in a hypnotizing situation in that, no matter how fucked up he walks, his head stays in the same general area without moving, eyes always directed towards Parker.
What's even weirder than his walking is his standing still. At first, Parker thought it was due to his large size that Miss Fortune stood at an angle, because if he stood straight he would hit roof. After a few outdoor sightings, however, Parker noticed that him standing erect was only once in every five sightings, his body usually contorted in squiggles or odd angles. Owls are said to be able to rotate their heads at a full circle, and Miss Fortune is no different. In his odd standing positions, his head always stays properly right side up, moving only to turn upside down, the position of his eyes staying at the same spot they were in, if that makes sense.
Parker has always made a policy to stay a distance away from her stalker, though is sometimes unfortunate enough to realize too late that Miss Fortune was only a door over. Whenever he gets too close, Parker is filled with a feeling similar to that of drowning, in which her lungs seem to close up and in seconds, her throat and chest seem to burn. She is still well able to breathe, but the disorientation is enough to trick her out of it, solace received only in passing out or in Miss Fortune deciding to take leave for the day/find another position in which to observe.

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A Town on the Edge of Nowhere

Polyphemus said
I'm honestly confused by this question. Of course it's open, why would it have been shut?

Blargh, I don't know,, I seriously just wanted to join and it is late I am not thinking😭;;;nonetheless I shall start on a sheet and yes woo

A Town on the Edge of Nowhere

Is this open for joining?

Ajisai X Rabendaa

"Yoda-chan!"

Hayato waved from the gates, much to the embarrassment of his housemate who'd been busy talking to a few younger students. "Arashi," greeted the captain as he came closer. Nodding to his juniors he said, "This is a friend of mine. Arashi, these are some first years from my club." Hayato greeted them enthusiastically and the group continued past the gate where they separated, the older students heading one way and the first years another.

"Speaking of clubs," started Yoda, "Are you seriously not joining any?"
A sigh escaped from Hayato's lips, his hand rising to ruffle at his hair. "I mean, I'm kinda already a bit late," he answered. "What with being both a transfer and a second year. Maybe I will, if people need more club members, I guess."
"Haha," laughed Yoda, "Somehow I expected that sort of wishy washy reply from you." The red head merely grinned as Hayato answered his comment with a playful punch to the side.

The two continued to talk about easily forgettable things as they made their way home, the sunlight slowly darkening along the way. They passed by small neighborhood shops and greeted familiar faces, buying popsicles from a sweet old lady and avoided groups of energetic elementary school kids. As they walked past a park littered with shouting children, the surroundings changed gradually from shops to houses lined side by side. Cats loitered the clear streets, mingling over walls and disappearing over fences. Eventually the duo made their way to an empty house, each greeting their entrance only to be met with silence.

"I'll take the first shower," said Hayato as he made his way upstairs, Yoda heading to the kitchen. The older red-head absently hummed in response, adding as an afterthought, "Don't forget to call your mom later."
"Un," was the silver haired teen's hard to hear response, masked by his thudding footsteps. He'd probably pretend to forget to call, as he usually did. Man he hated talking to her.

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"Arashi, hurry up!"

The chair clattered as Hayato's bookbag accidentally crashed against it, the boy losing control of everything the more he rushed. "Bye guys, see you later," he waved to the two adults currently busy with their adult stuff. He rushed then to barely slip out of his slippers and into his outdoor shoes, following after Yoda who, by now, was at the front gate. "Sorry, sorry," sighed the second year in exhasperation as he caught up, the two finally making their way to school. "Man, who's bright idea was it to have me actually show up to school on time."

"Your mom," Yoda answered the statement, only to release a sigh from his annoyed junior. They made their way to school with quick steps, waving at the men and women opening up their small shops and caring to stay out of speeding cyclists' ways. Their path eventually led them to a mass of similar school uniforms, all leading to their school. Hayato fought back yawns as Yoda threw spatters of conversation here and there, but most of their morning was spent in silence.

Finally at the school, the two separated with a wave, and it being a while since Hayato actually came to school on time, he decided the first thing to probably do was sneak out. Haha, nah, he made his way instead to his homeroom, eager to surprise classmates with his earliness. As he did so, he found himself accidentally knocking into another student, having been busy caught up in trying to sleep and walk at the same time. "Ugh, sorry," he groggily apologized.

Ajisai X Rabendaa

Oh? Pulling a girl's hair? The hairs on the back of Hayato's neck bristled at the idea, and what annoyed him even more was the realization that he'd run into the trio earlier. Their triplet act had creeped him out earlier, what with talking in consequence and unison and whatnot, but now that Hayato understood that they were creepy because they were douchebags, he wanted to headbutt them, too.

His attention was distracted by another of Nanase-san's wordless commentary, both he and Aoi turning to glance at the nurse, Hayato in the better position to see how the older woman was trying to hold in her laughter and keep a straight face. At the return of the president's voice, the silver haired student returned his gaze, nodding at the explanation. Well, he knew now who to bump into in the hallway. A grin appeared on his face when Aoi commented with a smug smirk, "I probably did some real damage to him if I ended up like this." He decided not to say anything regarding his run-in with the triplets, considering he didn't know which of them had been the one with the piercing and if any of them had been hurt. Admittedly, Hayato had been too busy finger-gunning and backpedalling it out of there to make any observations.

"You're rather friendly, Arashi-san," Aoi seemed to say in a low voice as her eyes met with Hayato's curious ones. He laughed at her additional comment, interjecting with a, "Thank you, I think? I think I might be annoying in my own way, though." His voice was caked with childish pride, as though egging the student council president to say otherwise. And it was true, Hayato really was annoying in his own way- especially to hardworking students considering how Hayato did a lot of things with ease.

The two shared a comfortable silence, Hayato gazing into Aoi's eyes, realizing that they looked straight at him but at the same time seemed so far away. What was she thinking? Or, perhaps, she'd already fallen asleep? As expected of the school's (ex)number one, she was able to sleep with her eyes open-

"Sorry for yelling at you earlier."

It had been so soft, the transfer almost missed it in the middle of his thinking. He stared, slack faced and a bit late in his shocked reply, watching as Aoi turned her back to him. "Ah.. eh?" was all he managed to say at first before he smiled. Oh gosh, she really was too cute! It was like straight out of a manga, he swore, and Aoi was a total tsundere! "Ahhh," sighed Hayato happily as he reached over and enveloped the girl in an overly enthusiastic hug, "It's okaay~!! I'm so sorry for beating you during tests~~!!"

"Oi," called out Nanase, annoyed, "No flirting in my office, Hayato. And stop suffocating the injured girl, I swear- get out of here since you seem perfectly healthy!"

With a swift kick Hayato was suddenly outside of the Infirmary doors, bag in hand. Kiriyama Aoi. He grinned to himself as he practically skipped down the hallway- seems as though he'd found a fun new friend to play around with.