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Sasha was glad she'd decided to listen to reason and go to the infirmary. There wasn't any shame in needing help, after all. He braced her by hooking one arm under her's. She was walking like a eighty something year old woman, which worried him a bit. She really did seem like a nice nurse, and he'd hate to see her hurt herself.

Sasha's mind wandered again as they slowly made their way to the infirmary. He started thinking about the meeting announcement he'd heard over the intercom earlier. He wondered what they talked about at those things. New and different ways to filet patients? He wondered if Nancy had anything to do with the disappearances. Or if she even knew about them. She seemed too tender hearted to do anything nefarious to her patients, but people could hide their true identities. Sasha had learned that if nothing else over the years.

He finally spoke up to break the silence. "So a meeting, hm?" He said, phrasing it more as a question. "Are they going to talk about why there are patients missing?" A very blunt question; he wasn't good about beating around bushes. It was times like these when Sasha's bold mouth got him in trouble. Hell, that was part of the reason he was in this place to start with.

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The woman was clearly startled when he spoke. Sasha lifted his hands, showing he meant no harm. He was pretty used to that kind of reaction out of people, to be honest. As she spoke, Nancy tried to get back up before giving up and sinking back down. She was obviously in a lot of pain, and Sasha had no intention of leaving her here. She really should be in the infirmary, laying down.

"It doesn't look like 'no big deal'," He said, eyeing her expression. When she asked if he was okay, he gave a half hearted chuckle. "I'm not the one stuck on the floor, devotchka." Sasha held out a hand to help her up.

"I could try to align it for you if that would help; might relax the muscles." He was no chiropractor, but Sasha had learned to align backs fairly well during his many tours that involved sleeping on the ground or on shitty cots. Many of his men would complain of back pain, with no doctor for miles. It was a skill learned out of necessity if nothing else. "Or I could take you to the infirmary. One thing is for sure, sitting here hunched over like that isn't going to help." He may have sounded a bit harsh, but Sasha couldn't help it. He was never raised to sugar coat his words.

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Sasha returned to his book. He read quietly for a few more minutes, making it the end of his chapter before sticking his paper bookmark in the page and setting the book down. He was starting to feel a little cooped up. He hadn't done much today other than sit and read; it was probably time to move around a little. Sasha got up and stretched his arms out in front of him. Something in his back popped, giving him a small sensation of relief.

He headed out of his room, past the guard with the dog and the two patients with him. He didn't really have much interest in their conversation. Really, he just wanted to walk around a little.

Sasha wandered down several halls, pausing when he passed the rare windows to look outside. It always gave him a pang of misery when he saw the outside world. He missed traveling. He missed the action, the freedom, and most of all, the alcohol. What he wouldn't give for a bottle of vodka right now. Even just the cheap shit.

He tore his eyes away from the window that overlooked the ocean and headed down another long hallway. He was a bit startled to see someone crouched on the ground near the middle of it. Sasha paused and watched the person. Small frame, long dark hair, definitely female. Was that nurse Nancy? He remembered her mostly for their back and forth arguing over whether or not he would take his medicine, but he also knew that she was a kind person. Too kind to be left crouching in a hallway by herself. What the hell was she doing?

Sasha approached her, his steps surprisingly soft for someone his size. When he came to stand next to her, he looked down at her with concern.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his concern even hinting in his voice. Sasha wasn't a bad person. Distant, aloof, and stubborn as hell, but not bad per se. He certainly knew better than to let the nurse sit here alone in such a vulnerable position, obviously in pain.

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Sasha Belov

Name: Sasha Belov
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian

Occupation: Gun for hire

Branch of government worked for: He was hired to do some dirty work on the DL, but when the media found out about him, the government claimed that he was just a rogue and that they had no connections to him.

Personality:

Described as intense and driven, Sasha is not a guy you want to make an enemy of. He's intelligent, level headed, collected, and when he sees fit, unnaturally cold. With the heart of a soldier, Sasha will stop at nothing to complete a task he's set his mind on. His sheer will and determination make him a valuable ally.

The softer side of Sasha isn't something many people get to see. For one, he doesn't have many people to show it to, outside of his very small friend circle. Afraid of getting too close to other people, lest he be jaded, Sasha doesn't associate with others a whole lot. But when he's decided that your his friend, a warmer, gentler giant begins to emerge. He values close bonds above all else, making his friends the most important things in his life. He doesn't have many, but those he does have, he'd protect with his life.

Appearance: Sasha is a very large man. He stands five inches short of seven feet tall, solidly built and muscular.
He has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue, and cold as ice. He wears mostly old military pants and shirts, in drab green and tans.

Other: Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course.

Skills: Your usual military training applies. He's proficient with most guns, but is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat. Has been known for one punch knock outs. He also has some experience in leadership.

Likes: Gardening, traveling, cool weather, reading, tinkering with electronics

Dislikes: People who are general assholes

History:

Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. His father wasn't the kindest, and often times was abusive. After Sasha's mother had died, he had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his loud and obnoxious friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's poor job of raising him had turned him into a rebellious punk.

After six years of service, Sasha slowly lost some of that punk kid attitude. He was eventually promoted to a second lieutenant and given his own, small platoon. They were deployed to Ukraine, where Sasha and his men were given orders that went against his own set of personal morals. When he refused to carry them out, he was threatened with everything in the book: treason, discharge, prison, the works. Instead, he just quit. Sasha and several of his men went AWOL. He picked up work as a mercenary, doing things that he knew he wouldn't lose sleep over. Most of the time, he did dirty work for various governments who didn't want to wait around and get things done the 'diplomatic' way.

One such mission sent him to Mexico to gut a base that served as a drug lord haven. The mafia style group had made several threats to attack the lowers US border, and government officials had good reason to believe that they meant business. The base was located right in middle of a ghetto, and any move against the drug lords risked injuring civilians, and thus pissing off Mexican officials. So Sasha was hired to lead a 'rogue team' to destroy the base. They were successful, but when a civilians was, indeed, injured, the media caught wind of mercenaries working for the US government.

Sasha was on his way out of dodge when he was captured by Mexican special forces. He threatened to sing like a bird if the US didn't get him out, so they did. He then conveniently 'disappeared'. Sasha was shipped out to the island a little over a year ago.

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Sasha was in his room, the door left open. He didn't have much interest in socializing, as per usual. He was much more content to, instead, lay back on his cot and read his book. The battered the book that rested in his hands, titled "The Brothers Karamazov", was the only title he even vaguely recognized in the library. The reading material here was a bit dry.

The large man was situated on his back, propped up on the headboard of his bed and the flat pillow that had been issued to him. One arm rested behind his head and the other held the book open in front of him. His legs were stretched out and crossed at the ankles, hanging several inches off the bed. These cots hadn't been made with people of his stature in mind. Not that Sasha wasn't used to it by now.

He never bothered to complain, anyway. Something told him his criticism would go in one ear and out the other around here. Honestly, as far as trouble makers went, Sasha was pretty tame. He mostly just sat around quietly, either reading, brooding, or just thinking. He didn't stir up other patients or harass workers. He mostly kept to himself. In fact, the only time he ever caused trouble was during medicine rounds. Sasha had, from day one, flat out refused to take any and all pills prescribed to him. He hadn't taken pills before this place, and he damn sure wasn't going to now.

Most of the time, nurses would give up after he refused. After all, what were they going to do? Force him? But every now and then, he would get those few that would. The security team would be called, doctors would stand by, and everyone would make a fuss. It was pretty hard to make a man of his size and stature do something he didn't want to do. After such a show, he would typically be taken off the rounds list for a month or two before his name would slip back on there and it all started over again. In between those times, he was perfectly well behaved.

Sasha flipped a page in his book and read a few lines before his eyes wandered over the top. The guard with the dog was passing by the open door of his room, and one of the women was stopping to talk to the animal. Sasha didn't dislike dogs, but he found it strange for the animal to be used in such a facility. He had heard stories of gulag using such beasts, but not for what this dog was used for.

Sasha knew he should be grateful that the States hadn't deported him to his own country. This facility was a five star hotel compared to the prisons in his homeland. Nevertheless, he still didn't enjoy his time here. He would notice, every once and a while, that patients would go missing from their rooms. Where they went? No one seemed to know; or at least they pretended not to. Sasha could only wonder how long it would be before he found out the hard way.

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Name: Sasha Belov
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian

Occupation: Gun for hire

Branch of government worked for: He was hired to do some dirty work on the DL, but when the media found out about him, the government claimed that he was just a rogue and that they had no connections to him.

Personality:

Described as intense and driven, Sasha is not a guy you want to make an enemy of. He's intelligent, level headed, collected, and when he sees fit, unnaturally cold. With the heart of a soldier, Sasha will stop at nothing to complete a task he's set his mind on. His sheer will and determination make him a valuable ally.

The softer side of Sasha isn't something many people get to see. For one, he doesn't have many people to show it to, outside of his very small friend circle. Afraid of getting too close to other people, lest he be jaded, Sasha doesn't associate with others a whole lot. But when he's decided that your his friend, a warmer, gentler giant begins to emerge. He values close bonds above all else, making his friends the most important things in his life. He doesn't have many, but those he does have, he'd protect with his life.

Appearance: Sasha is a very large man. He stands five inches short of seven feet tall, solidly built and muscular.
He has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue, and cold as ice. He wears mostly old military pants and shirts, in drab green and tans.

Other: Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course.

Skills: Your usual military training applies. He's proficient with most guns, but is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat. Has been known for one punch knock outs. He also has some experience in leadership.

Likes: Gardening, traveling, cool weather, reading, tinkering with electronics

Dislikes: People who are general assholes

History:

Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. His father wasn't the kindest, and often times was abusive. After Sasha's mother had died, he had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his loud and obnoxious friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's poor job of raising him had turned him into a rebellious punk.

After six years of service, Sasha slowly lost some of that punk kid attitude. He was eventually promoted to a second lieutenant and given his own, small platoon. They were deployed to Ukraine, where Sasha and his men were given orders that went against his own set of personal morals. When he refused to carry them out, he was threatened with everything in the book: treason, discharge, prison, the works. Instead, he just quit. Sasha and several of his men went AWOL. He picked up work as a mercenary, doing things that he knew he wouldn't lose sleep over. Most of the time, he did dirty work for various governments who didn't want to wait around and get things done the 'diplomatic' way.

One such mission sent him to Mexico to gut a base that served as a drug lord haven. The mafia style group had made several threats to attack the lowers US border, and government officials had good reason to believe that they meant business. The base was located right in middle of a ghetto, and any move against the drug lords risked injuring civilians, and thus pissing off Mexican officials. So Sasha was hired to lead a 'rogue team' to destroy the base. They were successful, but when a civilians was, indeed, injured, the media caught wind of mercenaries working for the US government.

Sasha was on his way out of dodge when he was captured by Mexican special forces. He threatened to sing like a bird if the US didn't get him out, so they did. He then conveniently 'disappeared'. Sasha was shipped out to the island a little over a year ago.

The Princess and The Smith

In a the kingdom of Glenwood, humans rule. There are many creatures in the world, but most are considered to be feral and unkempt beasts. Known overall as the magi, these creatures are often banned from human kingdoms. Or perhaps some are enslaved. Either way, the divide between humans and magi has grown worse over the years. As humans slowly take more and more territory, the magi are forced to flee their homes and crowd together in what forests and villages are left.

This problem, however, is far from the mind of the Glenwood Royal Family. They live in their castle among their human kingdom, with only one satyr blacksmith as a reminder that the magi even exist. This blacksmith, despite being one of the most skilled that this country had ever seen, is treated like a common servant. He lives in a small add on to the barn, only allowed in the castle when invited by the royals. And even then a group of maids is sent out to ensure that he is 'clean and presentable'.

The king's eldest daughter has only seen the satyr once or twice, usually preferring to hide whenever the beast makes his presence in the castle. Old stories of stayrs being vulgar and crude beasts, eager to steal away young woman and rape them, are still passed around. But when the princess takes a ride out into the forest, just outside of her father's kingdom, her worst fear comes true. She is attacked by a lycan, who bites and infects her with its disease. When she returns to the castle, she tells no one, terrified of what may happen to her. The only person she can think of to go to for help is the blacksmith; the satyr who knows just about everything there is to know about magi.

Requirments:

I'm looking for someone to play the princess. This someone must be 18+.
Good grammar and writing skills are also required.
You must be able to pull your weight in the RP; don't make me do all the plot making here.
PM me if you are interested.

Lᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ Lʜɪᴠᴏʀɪᴀ

Well, nevermind then ):

Lᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ Lʜɪᴠᴏʀɪᴀ

Are fantasy creatures allowed? I would like to make a satyr, but I wanted to make sure it was okay.

The Town Of Bellingstone

Luca Petulengro

Location: The grocery store
Tags: None
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Luca rubbed the back of his neck as the hunters spoke about their plans, sighing quietly. They were a bit of a rowdy group, but that wasn't the part that bothered him. He appreciated their respect towards him and his church: refraining from toying with the religious objects, speaking respectfully to his members whenever they met, and even helping to keep the place cleaned up. But their talk of hunting bothered him a little.

Father Walter spoke in his journal about a group of hunters who had come to the town before these. They fought, killed, and hunted vampires and werewolves like it was nothing. Even his elder, who Luca had seen as nothing but a gentle hearted man, spoke of stabbing stakes through the hearts of these 'vile' creatures. This made Luca feel like a bit of a failure. How come he couldn't do the same? Why did it feel so...wrong? Perhaps it was the pacifist in him. Luca couldn't look a fly in the eye and kill it. But the whole 'hunting' thing seemed wrong on a deeper level.

Luca had lived in this town since he was a teenager, and never once had he had trouble with vampires or werewolves. He knew many of the townsfolk. Any one of them could easily be one of those creatures. What if sweet Miss Julie at the grocery store was a vampire? What if Mr. Coleman, the mailman, was a vampire? What if that nice girl at that restaurant, Rebecca, was a werewolf? Luca was afraid that his friends, his community, would slowly start to disappear, whether they were the 'bad' creatures or not.

Being a man of God, it was hard for Luca to accept that any person could be 100% evil. There had to be a little good in everybody. After all, God didn't make evil humans. And the idea that that all changed after being turned into a creature still didn't sound right. Something had to be left, right? They couldn't possibly all be bad. If they were, wouldn't they have tried to take over by now?

But despite his internal conflict, Luca didn't say anything to his new companions. He simply never went hunting with them and left it at that. Out of sight, out of mind. The priest slowly headed back upstairs to his little bedroom to grab his wallet. The empty refrigerator in the kitchen had slowly worked its way back into his mind. He needed to go grocery shopping so that he would have food to serve.

"I'm going to make a run to the grocery store," He said to the hunters as he came back down the stairs. He felt as though they should at least know where he was headed should they need him. He really hoped they didn't need him.

Luca fished out the key to the church van from its usual hiding place on the podium. He didn't personally own a car, as he preferred to walk most places, but for things like this, he could justify using the church's vehicle. He headed out the oak double doors, the rain tapping his head gently. The large, white, 12 passenger van read "St. Benedict Cathedral" on the side in blue letters. Luca climbed into the driver's seat and started the old thing up. It roared and coughed some smoke out of the tailpipe, but it was willing enough as Luca drove it out of the parking lot.

The grocery store wasn't far; he pulled into the parking lot after a short drive. Luca sat in the van for a little while, writing down a list of what he needed to get. With that clutched tightly in his hand, Luca hopped out of the van and took a grocery cart from the lot as he headed inside. By the time he made it, his hair was already soaked, and his shirt stuck to his skin in a very uncomfortable way. He hoped he would at least dry off while he was here.

He'd barely gotten two items on his list before someone recognized him and came over to chat. Luca was always happy to chit chat. The lady was balancing a small child on her hip and holding the hand of another one who stood beside her. She smiled as she told him all about their progress in school and how she wanted to sign the youngest one up for vacation bible school as soon as he was old enough. Luca nodded along and made his own inputs. When it came to small talk, he was pretty great at it. It wasn't long before half an hour had gone by just talking to this one person. It felt nice to interact with someone that wasn't a hunter, and to talk about the church and normal people things. Luca had gotten so caught up in this whole 'supernatural' thing lately that he didn't get this very often anymore.

Finally, the woman said she needed to check out and get the little one home for a nap. Luca said his fairwell and waved at the kids. The older one waved back in the sloppy manner that kids do. With a smile on his face, Luca continued the task of marking item off his list.