Riven Wight

Northwood Academy

@kittyluna45
*Waves back vigorously until arm falls off. Uses other arm.*

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@shi12
Looking forward to your post, when you get to it!

Darn life, getting in the way of roleplaying. XD

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

The sun shone through in glittering rays as the clouds rolled across the sky, allowing spears of light to slice through the otherwise gray day below. Students walked about the campus grounds, excited exclamations ringing through the courtyard as old friends met up after the break, sharing stories of the adventures—no matter how mundane—they had had.
Sitting on one of the benches in the manicured lawn of the courtyard surrounding the college’s dorms, Victoria sat on a bench, her nose stuck in a book as she waited, trying to avoid looking at the other students and faculty passing by. It had been a long morning spent moving in, and she had been the first of the three girls assigned to her dorm to arrive.
One other of the girls had arrived soon after… a human, as far as she could tell, much to Victoria’s relief. But, there was still one other girl unaccounted for yet, and there were at least two supernaturals already on her floor…
As hard as she tried, Victoria just couldn’t concentrate on the words in front of her. For the umpteenth time, she questioned her resolve to abide by her aunt’s request to attend a college. So many unpredictable people in such a small space.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time. The screen lit up, declaring it twenty past two.
Please get here soon, she thought. Taking a deep breath, her brows furrowed as she tried to force herself to concentrate on the page before her.

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Full Name: Victoria Ava Masters

Age: 18, going on 19. Born October 10th.

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at about 5’5”, Victoria has dyed raven-black hair and pale blue eyes. She is fairly lean, but by no means muscular.

Ability: She can see past the human guises of most supernatural beings and see them for what they really are.

Personality: She is quiet and timid, and rarely looks at people. She was once thought to have some form of autism, but she simply doesn’t want to look at anyone for fear of seeing something inhuman and giving herself away.

Bio: Victoria’s parents were murdered when she was young, so she grew up with her Aunt Cass and Uncle Frank (adopting their last name), who are against living with supernaturals. Soon after, she found that she had the ability to see supernatural beings for what they were, which often got her in trouble, from supernatural and human alike. So, as she grew older, she began to hide the ability as well as she could, claiming that she grew out of it. Yet, it only continues to grow stronger, letting her see beyond more and more human façades. She has been accepted at one of the local colleges, dreading the first day and fearing that any of her professors--or worse, roommates--would turn out to be a supernatural. But, one of her few friends would be attending the same college, and he, at least, she was sure wasn’t supernatural…

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

For years, people have known that supernatural beings live and work side by side with them, from vampires to fairies and nearly everything between and beyond. Most have donned a human guise, trying to fit in and avoid ridicule, prejudice, and being hunted down for the many sins the power-hungry have committed against the weaker race.
Many have found ways to adapt to a lifestyle conducive to living peacefully with humans: the most persistent of vampires have either found the restraint to refrain from killing humans or finding another source for sustenance. Werewolves have gained more control over their killer instincts, focusing their hunger instead on animals, and aiding in keeping the deer population down. A few of the fay have even developed a semi-immunity to iron, allowing them to at least walk through buildings clad in the element. And the list just goes on.

Most humans have been quick to judge these supernaturals, fearing them. Knowing that their neighbor could very well be one of them, most have grown paranoid. They speak of supernaturals in hushed whispers carefully shut behind locked doors. They have created their own curfew, avoiding the streets after dark when the most deadly of hunters prowl. Even, if only in quick, passing theories, spoken of driving the supernaturals away so humans would no longer have to live in the state, as some say, “between fear and freedom.”
But, of course, it’s just talk… for now. After all, telling human from supernatural is difficult for even the most experienced. Even those brave enough to become hunters—a long-since forbidden practice—who go in search of the few remaining supernaturals who live by the “old-world” thought that humans are meant to be a part of the food chain, can only see their prey when the supernatural desires it or lets their guards down.

While humans struggle with the decision of what to do, and try to develop some means of driving out—if not eradicating—the supernaturals, the old-world believers have begun to create their own hushed plans to break their own “between fear and freedom” lifestyle. Even some of the supernaturals who have lived, docile and content, among humans have grown tired of the abuse of their misjudged people. They have grown more and more desperate to have some sort of release, and their desire to find some way to show humans that their people aren't all bad has become a dire need.

Can the majority of supernaturals who wish and are happy to live among humans prove their innocence and work together with human and hunter alike to eliminate the threat the old-world supernaturals and misunderstanding humans pose,

Just a Harmless Game?

Glad for the years she had spent hiking through the local woods, Esmay felt almost at home in the forest.
As the trees and plants grew thicker, she spied a good-sized dead branch nearby. Without straying too far from the others, she picked it up. Letting herself fall back into the group a bit, she began whittling one end of the stick into a point, careful to keep an eye on the path growing ever more treacherous as well as the sharp blade in her hand. Satisfied that the tip would at least do something, she sped up to walk alongside Sydney at the front, using the make-shift weapon as a walking stick.
Esmay shouted when a figure in an elegant cloak stepped in front of the group, its face hidden in the shadows of its hood. Gripping her spear in both hands, the knife carefully held against the wood, she pointed the carved end at the figure.
“So who’re you now?” she asked, trying but failing to sound threatening, her heart pounding ferociously in her chest. And where the freak did you come from?
When the figure only turned, silently beckoning them to follow, Esmay’s brows furrowed and she cocked her head.
“Alrighty then,” she muttered. With a quick glance around the forest, then at the others, she, too, hurried after strange figure.
When they finally stopped and he revealed the clearing and suspiciously placed chest, excitement flooded through her. A hundred things that could be inside ran through her mind.
With a quick double-take, her attention snapped to Sydney as she all but charged to the chest. Partially not wanting to let her go head-first alone and mostly not wanting to be left out of the surprise of what the chest held, Esmay jugged quickly after her.
She reached Sydney as the red-head opened the chest and declared its contents.
“Yes!” Esmay happily dropped her knife and poor excuse of a spear near the chest and reached for the first hilt she saw. She pulled the weapon free from the others with the slight shing of the blades sliding together.
It took her a moment to adjust to the weight. She examined the sword, a grin spreading over her face as the sunlight glinted promisingly off the long, kriss-style blade. She eagerly stepped away from Sydney and swung the sword experimentally, the weight satisfying.
She looked back to the way they had come, Strauss’ questions floating through the clearing.
In a motion not quite as fluid as she wanted it to be, Esmay carefully rested the flat of the blade of her new weapon against her shoulder and stepped back toward the figure.
“That would be nice to know, wouldn’t it?” She stopped just to the side of the opening so the others could pass through, the figure in her line of sight. With a decent weapon, she felt a sense of empowerment. “As grateful as I am, what’s the catch here?”

Just a Harmless Game?

@Iceprincessforlife
S'all good. Life happens. Glad you got a moment of downtime! I'll get to work on my own reply soon. :-)

Just a Harmless Game?

*Screams out the lyrics of "Row Your Boat," what little actual tune there is being horrendously off key.*

Solve the 'hush' enough for you, @OoTrillionoO?

*Continues scream-singing, just in case, this time "Mary Had A Little Lamb."*

Just a Harmless Game?

“Doesn’t look like it…” Esmay answered Press, before looking to Simon and shrugging. “Don’t know. But it scared them off, regardless. Could’ve attacked us, but it didn’t.”
Her face fell at Strauss’ words and got a better look at the cut on his arm. As narrow as it looked, blood seeped from it.
“This is real, then, to some extent,” she muttered, thinking aloud. “You wouldn’t have felt that if it was just a game, right?” Panic tried to push its way through her as she watched Strauss cut his sleeve. She inhaled, doing her best to shove it back down. There was no use in panicking. It wouldn’t get her anywhere.
That wolf didn’t attack us, she thought on the positive side, so maybe not everything in this game world’s out to get us.
“Why would it matter if it hurts?” Alex’s insensitivity made Esmay glare at him. “All that matters in games such as this is that we simply enjoy ourselves.”
“You think so?” Esmay's brows rose. “How about I jab you a few times?” She held her knife up with the offer. “We’ll see how much ‘enjoying’ you’d be doing when you’re limping behind us ‘because it hurts’ and get eaten by who knows what.”
She shook her head and ran her free hand down her face. She turned her attention to the surrounding woods, searching for any dead branches on the ground she could carve into a point. Or perhaps a treasure chest or a traveling merchant who didn’t have murder in his eyes. Anything that might be or hold a better weapon.
“It’s not a video game. We’re in purgatory.”
“If I was wearing those shoes,” Esmay glanced to Sarah’s inappropriate footwear with as sincere of a grin as she could, trying to keep the mood light, “I’d say that, too.”

Northwood Academy

Oh, heh. Oops. Sorry about that.