"Yes, follow me." Said the wolf, Durus didn't catch his name.. or he did and just didn't remember. Anyway as the wolf lead them towards the exit, Durus kept his attention on the lady, Tess was it? As Durus stayed behind everyone, both because of his natural slowness and watching everyone's backs, his warrior instincts came on. They were being watched, flashes in the dark and the scurry of feet warned him of the coming storm. The group continued on their way until they came upon a lone man in the middle of the street.
"Hey you, metal man! You took out some of my boys, and I intend to return the favor. Starting with that sweet thing you two got wedged between ya!" After a sinister chuckle the man snapped his fingers and a group of thugs came from the shadows, about a dozen of them given his quick count. Yet it mattered not. Nothing was going to stop Durus from cutting that man down. Pulling out his greatsword, Durus said "I hope your ready for a fight wolf, because there isn't a god on this planet that will protect that man from me." With that Durus waded forward as several men closed in on his position.
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"A vampire huh? Well I am a dryad, one born for combat!" Emphasizing her point Silva flexed her arms, showing off her muscles. However with a little huff, Silva said "But the forest doesn't need protectors like it used to, it would bring to much attention to all of us. So I had no better place to go besides school, and so here I am." Bouncing back a little, Silva asked "So what brings a vampire over to these parts?"
Glad to see that Kathrine was friendly, Silva decided to go an extra step. "I know were aren't supposed to reveal our monster ID's but I gotta know what you are, its going to drive me crazy not knowing." Saying that, Silva hoped she didn't sound creepy. It was just she smelled like nothing she had ever smelled before, not like the plants of here sisters or the burnt smell coming from the thuggish looking guy. Kathrine was different, all Siva wanted to know was how.
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Arger didn't see the guard, but he felt him. The electric whip came across his face like an burning iron, or it would have if the redundant nerve system on his skin hadn't blocked out most of the pain. With a grunt Arger looked at the ebolorian before it came down on his face again, the voltage much higher. Stumbling backwards, Arger was about to tear the guard apart before a heavy weight hit him in the back, the force by itself wasn't enough to stop him but it kept coming. This combined with more swings from the electro whip caused Arger to fall, but not before one last swipe that disemboweled hammer guy. Before succumbing to the shocks that were dancing through his body, lighting his inner nervous system on fire, Arger made one last futile act of rebellion by spitting his mixture of blood and teeth at the face of electro whip guy as he was dragged away.
They weren't going to kill him, no, Arger was a prized warrior for what it was worth. Whenever Arger was put on the stage the fights always became that much bloodier, the only reason he was down in this shit hole was because of stunts like today. Besides, those were dime a dozen guards. They would be replaced tomorrow, if not in the next several hours. After getting thrown into the a place that was even more shitty, Arger quickly put himself together and went on the prowl. Hunting was as natural as breathing for Arger, plus nobody would mind if a couple gutter rats disappeared. Stalking the darker parts Arger found his prey, a humanoid of some sort. A hulking bastard, shorter than Arger but definitely wider with obscenely out of proportion muscles. After a while Arger could tell that he held some authority here with the local gangs, somewhat of a high ranking enforcer... also an extreme braggart.
For now Arger bid his time, waiting for him to make some mistake. And a mistake was made, the dumb bastard walked down a dark alleyway, most likely so secure in his standing that he feared nothing in his little domain. Well, Arger was going to teach him a lesson in fear. Walking behind the humanoid, Arger made himself with a challenge. When the fact that someone actually disrespected him clicked in his head, the man turned red... quite literally. His skin turned a dark crimson and he bulked up quite a bit, standing just above Arger. With a roar of rage the thing charged, flinging garbage and debris away from him. Arger didn't feel like playing a game with this abomination and so ended it with a simple claw to the face that promptly took it off.
Whether the thing was dead or not was irrelevant, it wasn't moving and that was quite a bit of meat so Arger dug in. After the messy business of consumption a questionably dead creature, Arger found himself a nice dark corner to sleep in. Clutching doll A'tha made for him, Arger went to sleep... surprised to find his murder spree did not bring him the happiness he was accustomed to.
They weren't going to kill him, no, Arger was a prized warrior for what it was worth. Whenever Arger was put on the stage the fights always became that much bloodier, the only reason he was down in this shit hole was because of stunts like today. Besides, those were dime a dozen guards. They would be replaced tomorrow, if not in the next several hours. After getting thrown into the a place that was even more shitty, Arger quickly put himself together and went on the prowl. Hunting was as natural as breathing for Arger, plus nobody would mind if a couple gutter rats disappeared. Stalking the darker parts Arger found his prey, a humanoid of some sort. A hulking bastard, shorter than Arger but definitely wider with obscenely out of proportion muscles. After a while Arger could tell that he held some authority here with the local gangs, somewhat of a high ranking enforcer... also an extreme braggart.
For now Arger bid his time, waiting for him to make some mistake. And a mistake was made, the dumb bastard walked down a dark alleyway, most likely so secure in his standing that he feared nothing in his little domain. Well, Arger was going to teach him a lesson in fear. Walking behind the humanoid, Arger made himself with a challenge. When the fact that someone actually disrespected him clicked in his head, the man turned red... quite literally. His skin turned a dark crimson and he bulked up quite a bit, standing just above Arger. With a roar of rage the thing charged, flinging garbage and debris away from him. Arger didn't feel like playing a game with this abomination and so ended it with a simple claw to the face that promptly took it off.
Whether the thing was dead or not was irrelevant, it wasn't moving and that was quite a bit of meat so Arger dug in. After the messy business of consumption a questionably dead creature, Arger found himself a nice dark corner to sleep in. Clutching doll A'tha made for him, Arger went to sleep... surprised to find his murder spree did not bring him the happiness he was accustomed to.
Name - Unknown
Alias - Forest
Age - Unknown, Five years active.
Powers -
Durability: Stronger than normal wood, able to resist bullets but is just as susceptible to fire as normal wood.
Strength: At base strength, able to lift 10, 20 tons. But if fertile soil is involved his strength can be raised exponentially.
Regeneration: Able to regrow damage at a speed proportional to the fertility of the ground he rests in. E.X. complete regrowth in about a week at the most fertile.
Plant speak: Able to "Converse" with plants, knowing what it has gone through. Good for investigation.
Skills -
Gardening: Helps with being part plant, but is an exceptional gardener and knows much about plants. Doesn't think its much help though.
Fighting: Isn't all that great, clumsy swings and sloppy slams and uncoordinated punches. Isn't very graceful.
Equipment - None.
Personality - Simple, slow, and relaxed.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Not much is known about Forest's past, one day he woke up in a swamp and found himself like he is. A giant mass of branches and stones. He wandered the swamps for awhile, with nothing but animal instincts to go by until he had a vision. It was nothing major, just a flash of blank faces and and vague actions, but it was enough to give him sentience and a purpose.
Leaving the swamp he has made his way around the country, gaining more flashbacks and more humanity along the way until he made his way to Gotham. For reasons unknown to him he felt pulled to the area and was found by Batman after a confrontation with some armed thugs. Since then Batman has kept tabs on him, making sure he isn't a menace to society and such. However with the hard times coming Batman needed some muscle and Forest still owed Batman a debt. Now he finds himself here.
Notes - Forest is tall, like 12 feet and almost a thousand pounds.
-He is almost like a child in a sense, little things fill him with wonder and awe.
-I want it to be a development point for Forest to gain more knowledge of his past as the RP goes along.
Alias - Forest
Age - Unknown, Five years active.
Powers -
Durability: Stronger than normal wood, able to resist bullets but is just as susceptible to fire as normal wood.
Strength: At base strength, able to lift 10, 20 tons. But if fertile soil is involved his strength can be raised exponentially.
Regeneration: Able to regrow damage at a speed proportional to the fertility of the ground he rests in. E.X. complete regrowth in about a week at the most fertile.
Plant speak: Able to "Converse" with plants, knowing what it has gone through. Good for investigation.
Skills -
Gardening: Helps with being part plant, but is an exceptional gardener and knows much about plants. Doesn't think its much help though.
Fighting: Isn't all that great, clumsy swings and sloppy slams and uncoordinated punches. Isn't very graceful.
Equipment - None.
Personality - Simple, slow, and relaxed.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Not much is known about Forest's past, one day he woke up in a swamp and found himself like he is. A giant mass of branches and stones. He wandered the swamps for awhile, with nothing but animal instincts to go by until he had a vision. It was nothing major, just a flash of blank faces and and vague actions, but it was enough to give him sentience and a purpose.
Leaving the swamp he has made his way around the country, gaining more flashbacks and more humanity along the way until he made his way to Gotham. For reasons unknown to him he felt pulled to the area and was found by Batman after a confrontation with some armed thugs. Since then Batman has kept tabs on him, making sure he isn't a menace to society and such. However with the hard times coming Batman needed some muscle and Forest still owed Batman a debt. Now he finds himself here.
Notes - Forest is tall, like 12 feet and almost a thousand pounds.
-He is almost like a child in a sense, little things fill him with wonder and awe.
-I want it to be a development point for Forest to gain more knowledge of his past as the RP goes along.
Breaking through the forest, Silva ran up and jumped through the door before it closed. With a deep intake of breath, Silva said "Man that was close, almost didn't make it!" With a little chuckle, Silva did a little scan of the group. One was definitely around fire a lot, the smell of burning was unmistakable. There was also someone who stunk, like a lot. Twisting her nose at the stench but otherwise showing no emotions to save whoever it was's feelings. The last dude looked a little pale, as if he didn't get out much or was scared.
However there were two smells that really got to Silva, one was really familiar but just out of reach while one was something she never smelled before. Seeing as it came from the red head, Silva went over and sat across from her on the bus and offered her hand. "Hi I'm Silva, whats your name?"
However there were two smells that really got to Silva, one was really familiar but just out of reach while one was something she never smelled before. Seeing as it came from the red head, Silva went over and sat across from her on the bus and offered her hand. "Hi I'm Silva, whats your name?"
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Name: Silva Custos
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: A rare form of Dryad, specifically combat based.
Grade: 11th
Personality: Silva is very down to earth, no pun intended, and just wants to make friends. There are two things she holds sacred, nature and secrets. Nature is a give in being a dryad but she is a keeper of secrets in a way because of a bad experience in her past that lead to someone getting hurt. In all, Silva is a laid back person and can be counted to have your back should you earn her trust.
Human appearance:
Monster appearance:
History: Not much to say really, forests just don't need giant warriors as much as they used to. As such she was allowed to go to school.
Powers/abilities:
-Strength
-Durability
-Regeneration
-Photosynthesis
-"Plant Talk"
Talents: Boxing, wrestling, gardening, nature survival.
Classes:
Math/P.E.
Visual Arts/ Music
Club/sports: Wrestling
Crush: Undecided
BF/GF: N/A
Other:
-Really tall, taller than most boys her age.
-Strong too.
-Her monster form is a source of insecurity for her due to its masculinity.
-She isn't 100% sure where her barn door swings, if you catch my drift.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: A rare form of Dryad, specifically combat based.
Grade: 11th
Personality: Silva is very down to earth, no pun intended, and just wants to make friends. There are two things she holds sacred, nature and secrets. Nature is a give in being a dryad but she is a keeper of secrets in a way because of a bad experience in her past that lead to someone getting hurt. In all, Silva is a laid back person and can be counted to have your back should you earn her trust.
Human appearance:
Monster appearance:
History: Not much to say really, forests just don't need giant warriors as much as they used to. As such she was allowed to go to school.
Powers/abilities:
-Strength
-Durability
-Regeneration
-Photosynthesis
-"Plant Talk"
Talents: Boxing, wrestling, gardening, nature survival.
Classes:
Math/P.E.
Visual Arts/ Music
Club/sports: Wrestling
Crush: Undecided
BF/GF: N/A
Other:
-Really tall, taller than most boys her age.
-Strong too.
-Her monster form is a source of insecurity for her due to its masculinity.
-She isn't 100% sure where her barn door swings, if you catch my drift.
S.A.R.A- Dave's Family Apartment- Fairy
"Is this okay? It doesn't look strange?" Sarah gave her a quick scan, the colors were complimentary and while not elegant clothes in and of themselves it fit what little data on her personality that she had the girl. Plus it brought out her eyes. With her usually pleasant voice and a smile Sarah said, "You look fine sweetie." As the two left a smell entered Sarah's "nose", tomato soup and grilled cheese, one of Dave's favorites. However her thoughts were interrupted by a question she didn't see coming,
"So um, how do you know Dave" Now that was a question she hadn't expected from such a girl, but a lack of solid data would do that to you. Searching her data bank for an appropriate reaction, an act that took but mere milliseconds, Sarah chose the most likely and gave a quick giggle. "A little nosy are we eh? Me and Davy here go way back, since he discovered his powers in fact. I was just a lab jockey then, running tests, cleaning beakers, organizing blue prints, that sort of thing. But when little 'ol Davis here started turning everything he touched into dust, including the floor which I might add is very difficult to replace, I was placed as his official nanny." With a mischievous little grin and a gentle elbow, Sarah said "I ain't gonna get in between you two lovebirds."
"Is this okay? It doesn't look strange?" Sarah gave her a quick scan, the colors were complimentary and while not elegant clothes in and of themselves it fit what little data on her personality that she had the girl. Plus it brought out her eyes. With her usually pleasant voice and a smile Sarah said, "You look fine sweetie." As the two left a smell entered Sarah's "nose", tomato soup and grilled cheese, one of Dave's favorites. However her thoughts were interrupted by a question she didn't see coming,
"So um, how do you know Dave" Now that was a question she hadn't expected from such a girl, but a lack of solid data would do that to you. Searching her data bank for an appropriate reaction, an act that took but mere milliseconds, Sarah chose the most likely and gave a quick giggle. "A little nosy are we eh? Me and Davy here go way back, since he discovered his powers in fact. I was just a lab jockey then, running tests, cleaning beakers, organizing blue prints, that sort of thing. But when little 'ol Davis here started turning everything he touched into dust, including the floor which I might add is very difficult to replace, I was placed as his official nanny." With a mischievous little grin and a gentle elbow, Sarah said "I ain't gonna get in between you two lovebirds."
Hmm, how about a compromise? So, I'm thinking like, because his regeneration is linked to fertile soil how about his strength as well? Like on a normal day he could lift 10 tons, 20 if he had "eaten" that day, but when he is able to soak up some guano fertilized soil he can get way up their on the strength meter.
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