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Haven for the Inhuman

Tova had been so focused on the scene by the manor that she’d somehow missed the sound of approaching footsteps. So when there was a sudden gravely voice behind her, she was taken by surprise. She whirled around, ungracefully landing on her butt in the dirt, and looked up.

And up.

And up.

Sitting as she was, she barely reached the orcs' kneecaps, and had to tilt her head until her horns hit the wall behind her to see his face. His frowning, tusk clad, red eyed face.

Oh gods above, she was going to die.

Because she might not know much about whatever beings were gathered in front of the building, but she did know about orcs. Not personally, but there’d been stories aplenty. How they hunted fauns for sport and made their hooves and horns into necklaces, or skewered babies on sticks with cheese for appetizers, or flayed faun hides and made them into hats. Next to humans, there was nothing more dangerous than an orc, and seeing one now for herself she could easily believe it.

Should she run? Play dead? Beg for mercy? Oh gods, she was so dead, she was going to be killed she-

Okay, okay, hold up. Don’t panic. Think, not just feel. Tova managed one full, deep breath instead of hyperventilating. Focus. Maybe...Maybe the orc was here for the same reason she was. The letter had said ‘ones humans deemed a threat.’ Well, they’d be stupid not to consider the orc a threat. But what if she’d been invited as an orc snack?- No. Bad thoughts. Tova forced herself to tear her eyes away from the orc’s face, giving the rest of him a quick once-over and spotted the letter in his hand. The paper was an exact match to her own.

Slowly, Tova got to her feet, having to use the wall as support because her knees were shaking like leaves. She no longer cared about staying hidden, because either the orc made her into minced meat on the spot, or he was on her side and could defend her against the others.

“I’m - I’m surveying. S-see, we have the - the same letter.” She held out her letter, movements stiff and jerky, “So we’re both part of this. So - so don’t eat me, y-yeah? We can form a truce - an alliance." This was such a bad idea, “Against those others. You’d be the brawn, a-and I’d be the bra-...uh, artistic director. Sounds good?”

@Conscripts

Haven for the Inhuman

Tova

Tova

Age: 22 Species: Faun

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Appearance: Standing around 5.1ft, Tova is everything one could expect from a faun. A goat’s legs, hoofs and tail, goat ears, horns, a flat nose, oval pupils; the whole package. Her fur is a light beige that turns brown towards her hoofs, which corresponds with a matching beige/brown ombre colour in her hair. Her hair is short and curly. She also has fur along her spine and along her underarms and elbows. She had several piercings in each ear.

Abilities: Like most fauns, she had a knack for music and her instrument of choice is a wooden transverse flute. The humans say a faun’s music can ensnare the mind and make one into a thrall. If there’s a faun who can actually do that, Tova had never heard of them. What fauns can do, however, is slightly influence the mood of those around them with their music - though the recipients have to be consenting for it to not be easily ignored. She can’t make anyone feel or do anything against their will. She can cause pain if she has to defend herself by playing a high-pitched tune infused with magic to cause headaches of varying degrees.

She also has very good balance and agility.

Personality/Info: Tova is a tough soul put in an easily frightened body. She is always fighting her prey instincts, which tell her to run and hide at the slightest threat, while her actual self is loud, outgoing, and confident. This conflict of mind and body has more than once led to her cussing someone out for frightening her, while still hiding behind a tree.

Items: A light tunic for warmer weather, and a coat and scarf if it gets colder. A backpack to keep said clothes and travel rations and equipment. Her flute hangs from a cord around her neck

Backstory: Tova was born in a small faun village in a hidden valley, where she lived the first 20 years of her life in relative peace and happiness. The village kept itself separated from the rest of the world, content to mind its own business away from all the dangers that lurked outside the valley. Tova was told all about them from an early age, and among the worst of them were the monstrous humans. Tova was scared when she was young, but as she grew older she assumed the evil deeds of humans were just something parents told their children to keep them in line. How bad could humans actually be?

Bad, it turned out. Very bad.

Giving in to her curiosity, Tova had decided to investigate a nearby human village to see the monsters for herself. On her way there, she met a human around her own age, who had been surprisingly friendly. They’d talked for a while, and then parted ways. Relieved and feeling a bit vindicated that the humans weren’t such monsters after all, Tova returned to her village to tell of her discovery. Maybe now they would realize they didn’t need to live hidden away, and Tova would get more freedom to explore the world.

That night, the humans attacked her village. They had followed her, and she had led them straight to her family. The village was burned to the ground and the few surviving fauns scattered, Tova among them. Since then, Tova has lived alone in the woods, too ashamed to search for fellow survivors or other faun villages.

She hopes that the Manor could be an escape from her guilt and loneliness.

Haven for the Inhuman

Location: Poorly hidden on the outer side of the cobblestone wall, by the entrance, and easily spotted if someone were to look

Tova clutched the mysterious letter to her chest, the paper scrunched from the force of her grip.

What the…!? What!?

She sat with her back against the low cobblestone wall, just barely hidden by some bushes and curled into a tight ball, staring ahead with wide eyes from what she’d just seen.

What the actual ever living fuck!?

Gathered in front of the manor - the promised safe manor! - was not only a few human-looking people, but an actual skeleton followed by a giant freaking lizard had just walked right past her hiding place. She could hear her own heart beating rapidly in her chest, and she still had her hand covering her mouth from when she’d had to stop herself from screaming at the sight of the giant lizard. Oh, and had she mentioned the living skeleton!?

What in the ever green meadows was this place? The letter had promised a sanctuary, not a house filled with predators!

Or well, what she assumed to be predators. For all she knew this was all normal and the world was filled with such creatures, and she just didn’t know because of her sheltered upbringing. Gathering her courage, she turned and peeked over the wall. She would wait and see what happened, but if anything seemed even the slightest bit fishy she would be out of there as fast as her hooves could carry her. No sanctuary was worth becoming lizard dinner, thank you very much.

Haven for the Inhuman

That Tova is adorable :3

@jasbraq

Why, thank you!

@Cotton

Thanks! I have a starter written up for her ready to go, I assume I can go ahead and post it?

Haven for the Inhuman

Tova

Name: Tova
Age: 22
Species: Faun
Appearance: Standing around 5.1ft, Tova is everything one could expect from a faun. A goat’s legs and hoofs and tail, goat ears, horns, a flat nose, oval pupils; the whole package. Her fur is a light beige that turns brown towards her hoofs, which corresponds with a matching beige/brown ombre colour in her hair. Her hair is short and curly. She also has fur along her spine and along her underarms and elbows. She had several piercings in each ear.

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Abilities: Like most fauns, she had a knack for music and her instrument of choice is a pan flute. The humans say a faun’s music can ensnare the mind and make one into a thrall. If there’s a faun who can actually do that, Tova had never heard of them. What fauns can do, however, is slightly influence the mood of those around her with her music - though the recipients have to be consenting for it to not be easily ignored. She can’t make anyone feel or do anything against their will. She can cause pain if she has to defend herself by playing a high-pitched tune infused with magic to cause headaches of varying degrees.

She also has very good balance and agility.

Personality/Info: Tova is a tough soul put in an easily frightened body. She is always fighting her prey instincts, which tell her to run and hide at the slightest threat, while her actual self is loud, outgoing, and confident. This conflict of mind and body has more than once led to her cussing someone out for frightening her, while still hiding behind a tree.

Items: A light tunic for warmer weather, and a coat and scarf if it gets colder. A backpack to keep said clothes and travel rations and equipment. Her pan flute hangs from a cord around her neck

Backstory: Tova was born in a small faun village in a hidden valley, where she lived the first 20 years of her life in relative peace and happiness. The village kept itself separated from the rest of the world, content to mind its own business away from all the dangers that lurked outside the valley. Tova was told all about them from an early age, and among the worst of them were the monstrous humans. Tova was scared when she was young, but as she grew older she assumed the evil deeds of humans were just something parents told their children to keep them in line. How bad could humans actually be?

Bad, it turned out. Very bad.

Giving in to her curiosity, Tova had decided to investigate a nearby human village to see the monsters for herself. On her way there, she met a human around her own age, who had been surprisingly friendly. They’d talked for a while, and then parted ways. Relieved and feeling a bit vindicated that the humans weren’t such monsters after all, Tova returned to her village to tell of her discovery. Maybe now they would realize they didn’t need to live hidden away, and Tova would get more freedom to explore the world.

That night, the humans attacked her village. They had followed her, and she had led them straight to her family. The village was burned to the ground and the few surviving fauns scattered, Tova among them. Since then, Tova has lived alone in the woods, too ashamed to search for fellow survivors or other faun villages.

She hopes that the Manor could be an escape from her guilt and loneliness.

Haven for the Inhuman

Would there potentially be room for a faun character? :)

The Order

Drew a character pic for Nick so now everyone can see her grumpy mug *fingerguns*

The Order

Nick De Luca

Nicola “Nick” De Luca
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26 - October 2nd, 2024 - Female - Disorder

^{Dark Side by Bishop Briggs}

A p p e a r a n c e Nick stands around 5.6 feet tall and weighs 156lbs. She had dark, straight and fairly thin hair that she keeps cropped short - she cuts it herself, and it’s noticeable that she has no idea what she’s doing - and it’s always hanging in her face unless she has a functioning hair tie to tie it up in an sort of unicorn horn style above her forehead. “Style” being used very loosely, as she had absolutely none of it. She knows she’s average at best, and not even in an intriguing or special sort of way that’s always written about in romance novels. Her skin is pale with dark bags under her brown eyes from lack of sleep. She has a gnarly scar from a bullet wound on her neck. She dresses in practical clothes, but always combined with her staple green hoodie, of which she usually has the hood up, and a sturdy pair of boots and a backpack.

R e l a t i o n s h i p s Sexuality: Lesbian Willingness towards romance from 1 to 10: 4 Living family members: Her sister Andrea Any current companions: Some other Disorders, maybe?

P e r s o n a l i t y Quick summary: Jaded asshole who seriously needs to work on her anger management issues. Nick is angry. She’s angry at her parents and sister for leaving her. She’s angry at the Order. She’s angry at the whole damn world for going to shit. She’s angry at herself. Most days she channels the anger into being productive, but sometimes it just pours over and she feels like she just wants to scream. Sometimes she tries to not let this affect other people, tries to cover it with a joke or a sarcastic comment. Most times she just doesn’t care, and lets it out over whoever’s unlucky enough to get in her way. She doesn’t want to be an asshole, honestly, but sometimes it's just...hard not to. She doesn’t think she was born mean or anything - she can be nice! - but rather it was how the world has made her. If she can only get her sister back, if they can only escape the Order, if, if, if. If things could only work out alright for once, she’ll be okay. Maybe.

B a c k g r o u n d Nick was born in 2024, and lived the first 6 years of her life in relative happiness. Her parents had had Nick young and never had much, but they made do. Then the world went down the sewer and took Nick’s happy childhood right along with it. Her parents, already struggling to stay above the poverty line, joined a gang to stay alive. Drugs and violence became a natural occurrence in Nick’s life. Her parents tried to protect her from the worst of it at first, but their humanity was slowly chipped away. Nick’s only lifeline was her baby sister Andrea, born in 2032. Nick was tasked with raising her when her parents were away, which grew to be basically always. Nick’s parents worked hard and rose in rank, which unfortunately meant that when their gang was busted, they were important enough to be publicly executed. Nick was 11 and her little sister was only 3 when they were forced to watch their parents hang. Friends of her parents took them in after that. They lived hidden with her parents' friends for a while, but it soon became too high of a risk and they were kicked out and forced to fend for themselves. After 2 years of living in the streets, Nick and her sister were caught by the Order and drafted into the military. Nick was 14 and her sister 6. Andrea, showing skills above the ordinary, was selected to be trained in the Specials unit. Nick, desperate to not be separated from her sister, did everything to also be selected and succeeded by a hair’s breadth, only to then be separated anyway once they were in. The emails from Andrea became increasingly fanatic over the following years, and Nick saw less and less of the sister she had known in their correspondence. Did she even remember their parents? Did she care what the Order did to them - was still doing to them? Feeling as if she was losing her sister and growing desperate, Nick tried to find a way to meet her and talk to her directly. After years of planning, she finally thought she’d found a secure way to meet, and possibly flee the Order together. Nick enacted the plan on her sister's 15th birthday, in the year 2047 when she herself was 23. She got as far as being face to face with her sister, but to her horror, her sister refused to flee and even allerted the Order of what Nick had tried to do. Nick was apprehended, shot through the neck, and thrown outside the walls, thought to be dead. Despite having finally developed strength abilities, Nick had no value to the Order as a traitor. Nick had all but given up on life, but as she waited for death to take her, she was picked up by Disorder scouts and miraculously nursed back to health. Since then, she has spent all her energy trying to find a way to get her sister out of the Order, even if she’ll have to drag her out kicking and screaming. Or even better; burn the Order to the ground.

S k i l l s Close combat, relying on brute strength rather than technique. Basic gun and knife handling Survival skills	E q u i p m e n t Brass knuckle knives Small handgun Emergency rations Basic med kit

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If experimented on, continue:

Ability from experimentation: Strength and durability
What made you stand out to be recruited?: Wouldn’t shut up about it/Stubbornness (Was just barely special enough to be picked)

The Order

Nick De Luca

Nicola “Nick” De Luca
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26 - October 2nd, 2024 - Female - Disorder

^{Dark Side by Bishop Briggs}

A p p e a r a n c e Nick stands around 5.6 feet tall and weighs 156lbs. She had dark, straight and fairly thin hair that she keeps cropped short - she cuts it herself, and it’s noticeable that she has no idea what she’s doing - and it’s always hanging in her face unless she has a functioning hair tie to tie it up in an sort of unicorn horn style above her forehead. “Style” being used very loosely, as she had absolutely none of it. She knows she’s average at best, and not even in an intriguing or special sort of way that’s always written about in romance novels. Her skin is pale with dark bags under her brown eyes from lack of sleep. She has a gnarly scar from a bullet wound on her neck. She dresses in practical clothes, but always combined with her staple green hoodie, of which she usually has the hood up, and a sturdy pair of boots and a backpack.

R e l a t i o n s h i p s Sexuality: Lesbian Willingness towards romance from 1 to 10: 4 Living family members: Her sister Andrea Any current companions: Some fellow Disorders, maybe?

P e r s o n a l i t y Quick summary: Jaded asshole who seriously needs to work on her anger management issues. Nick is angry. She’s angry at her parents and sister for leaving her. She’s angry at the Order. She’s angry at the whole damn world for going to shit. She’s angry at herself. Most days she channels the anger into being productive, but sometimes it just pours over and she feels like she just wants to scream. Sometimes she tries to not let this affect other people, tries to cover it with a joke or a sarcastic comment. Most times she just doesn’t care, and lets it out over whoever’s unlucky enough to get in her way. She doesn’t want to be an asshole, honestly, but sometimes it's just...hard not to. She doesn’t think she was born mean or anything - she can be nice! - but rather it was how the world has made her. If she can only get her sister back, if they can only escape the Order, if, if, if. If things could only work out alright for once, she’ll be okay. Maybe.

B a c k g r o u n d Nick was born in 2024, and lived the first 6 years of her life in relative happiness. Her parents had had Nick young and never had much, but they made do. Then the world went down the sewer and took Nick’s happy childhood right along with it. Her parents, already struggling to stay above the poverty line, joined a gang to stay alive. Drugs and violence became a natural occurrence in Nick’s life. Her parents tried to protect her from the worst of it at first, but their humanity was slowly chipped away. Nick’s only lifeline was her baby sister Andrea, born in 2032. Nick was tasked with raising her when her parents were away, which grew to be basically always. Nick’s parents worked hard and rose in rank, which unfortunately meant that when their gang was busted, they were important enough to be publicly executed. Nick was 11 and her little sister was only 3 when they were forced to watch their parents hang. Friends of her parents took them in after that. They lived hidden with her parents' friends for a while, but it soon became too high of a risk and they were kicked out and forced to fend for themselves. After 2 years of living in the streets, Nick and her sister were caught by the Order and drafted into the military. Nick was 14 and her sister 6. Andrea, showing skills above the ordinary, was selected to be trained in the Specials unit. Nick, desperate to not be separated from her sister, did everything to also be selected and succeeded by a hair’s breadth, only to then be separated anyway once they were in. The emails from Andrea became increasingly fanatic over the following years, and Nick saw less and less of the sister she had known in their correspondence. Did she even remember their parents? Did she care what the Order did to them - was still doing to them? Feeling as if she was losing her sister and growing desperate, Nick tried to find a way to meet her and talk to her directly. After years of planning, she finally thought she’d found a secure way to meet, and possibly flee the Order together. Nick enacted the plan on her sister's 15th birthday, in the year 2047 when she herself was 23. She got as far as being face to face with her sister, but to her horror, her sister refused to flee and even allerted the Order of what Nick had tried to do. Nick was apprehended, shot through the neck, and thrown outside the walls, thought to be dead. Despite having finally developed strength abilities, Nick had no value to the Order as a traitor. Nick had all but given up on life, but as she waited for death to take her, she was picked up by Disorder scouts and miraculously nursed back to health. Since then, she has spent all her energy trying to find a way to get her sister out of the Order, even if she’ll have to drag her out kicking and screaming. Or even better; burn the Order to the ground.

S k i l l s Close combat, relying on brute strength rather than technique. Basic gun and knife handling Survival skills	E q u i p m e n t Brass knuckle knives Small handgun Emergency rations Basic med kit

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If experimented on, continue:

Ability from experimentation: Strength and durability
What made you stand out to be recruited?: Wouldn’t shut up about it/Stubbornness (Was just barely special enough to be picked)

IDK why it looks so wonky, but hopes it readable! Looking for a picture, but might have to draw one myself. Hard to find one when I describe her as looking mediocre at best lol

The Order

So is there any kind of approval system or should we just post directly in the CS? Also, is there a way to have gained superhuman abilities without having been in The Specials unit?