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Animal Army (OPEN!)

@KatherinWinter@Song Book

The redhead nodded in acknowledgement to Roxy's answer before turning back to Beatrice. "Problems? Well, you likely know better than I. Everyone adjusts in their own way, they say." Acht couldn't imagine exactly what kind of problem she could be referring to. Perhaps they had gotten caught on something before? Hard to say what it could be with no experience of one's own to go by.

Turning to obtain some food as Roxy asked her second question, Acht thought for a good second before eventually stepping back with a plate of a few different foods. "I hope they improve their variety of seafood at some point. I'll starve." Shaking its head, it started toward one of the tables to sit down. "Hmm...are those our only options for crimes? One's clearly more specific than the other. I guess I'll take the second option for now, then."

Kidnap the Queen! ...Or so we thought...

Name: Tristyn Beynon-Scurlock

Description:


About 5' 7", he's under the delusion that he's taller, though.

He often tends to stay mostly covered up, even in the middle of the summer. He claims that it's never too hot, for some reason.
Even his nightclothes seem to cover most of him at all times.

Background:
The Scurlock family has been known for generations of dark wizards. Though they mostly stay in hiding, the deeds they have committed and the powers they have displayed during the points in history when they did come out and face the rest of the world have sealed their place in the records as infamous and highly dangerous beings. Some of the members of the older generation were regarded as practically inhuman, even, and the name has been feared for ages...

Being the heir of such a heavy name has always been a bit difficult for Tristyn, yet he still tries his best to uphold it. Despite all that he had been brought up to believe, he still has issues with some of the family's older philosophies and often tries to avoid them. This has proven difficult in some cases, however, especially in regard to the practices tied into the ancient magicks bound to the Scurlock line.

Currently, Tristyn lives alone in the secluded castle left by his family; or rather, he lives there with a few non-human companions around, mostly as a result of his dealings with the family magic. His other family member seem to have disappeared in some way or another, and though many of the details regarding this occurrence are recorded in the numerous journals the young sorcerer keeps, he's a bit reluctant to share them even with most of the spirits haunting his library.

Abilities:
A very heavy magic user well-practiced in both quick-casting and prepared spells of various kinds, Tristyn is normally quite capable of many things. As would likely be expected of one who relies so much on the mystic arts, however, he has very little physical capability and can be very easily bested in almost any test of strength, speed, and endurance. Even climbing staircases takes quite some time for him, which can be a bit unfortunate considering how many are in his home...

Weakness:
Absent Minded - Often lost in his thoughts, Tristyn can become rather klutzy at times, tripping over his own feet while talking to himself and forgetting simple things like where he's going or what he's doing oddly often. He often tries to leave himself notes for these occasions, but sometimes he forgets these, too...

Naive Belief - A little too willing to trust sometimes, possibly because of how little human interaction he's actually had before.

Overlord Mode - When he gets a little too into something, be it a new magic or a game or anything else he has a certain amount of success in, he can become overly cocky to the point of greatly overdoing things, usually ending in either wearing himself out to the point of collapse or encountering some other small disaster that sticks with him for a while.

Kidnap the Queen! ...Or so we thought...

"Y-yes, Ma'am!" Barely managing not to drop the tray again, he backed up a bit in an attempt to avoid the blade threatening him. Honestly, he had probably only processed about half of what the intimidating girl in front of him had said due to his general nervousness with the situation, but he had at least understood that he had gotten her to agree to an explanation at least. He also understood by this point that any messing around would probably result in a need for the knockout powder again if he wanted to survive. Definitely not according to plan.

"Would you prefer to go inside, o-or would you rather stay out here, then? I know there's a bench out here somewhere...oh, over there..." He turned his head to the side a bit to find the stone bench underneath one of the flowering trees nearby. It was one of his favorite spots to sit when he needed to get out of the stuffy study to just think, actually. "Sh-should we maybe sit down, then?"

House Arrest: A Witch and Genie's Story

Name: Aiace "Rose" Cavallero
Being: Bakeneko
Age: Appears to be close to the age of 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Approximately 5' 7" in his human (or nearly-human) form with brunette hair that falls just below shoulder length. He usually wears it tied back, but in combination with his general face shape, it does sometimes cause him to appear a bit feminine to those not paying close attention. His ears and tail, when visible outside of his fully-human form, display a fur color a little darker than his hair. His eyes are an olive green color, usually hidden behind a pair of glasses.

As a cat, he's fairly small with dark fur and a split tail.

Powers: Poison Immunity - developed at some point during the transformation process, along with his apparent issue with his eating capabilities...

Nutrition from Nothing - he can eat pretty much anything. It doesn't mean that he never regrets it, however, for any number of reasons. He also has trouble avoiding uncovered corpses due to the nature of his abilities.

Shape Shifting - only for forms of dead bodies consumed. Their living appearance is used rather than their nonliving ones.

Bio: Aiace has been traveling for a while, trying to avoid being caught by curious humans and generally trying to get used to the changes in his life. At this point, he's mostly used to the surprises turning into a 'demon cat' has brought, with the exception of a few little extras here and there. As a result of his unfortunate habits that seem to have come along with his powers, he has become very interested in the realm of food, what makes it taste good, and how it could taste better.

Personality: Usually fairly polite and relaxed about many things, but very passionate when it comes to food and a little tense about the subject of test experiments. He has a bit of trouble eating things he's not supposed to, sometimes without even realizing it.

At times, he can act like a bit of an airhead and can be distracted fairly easily, but has had enough unfortunate experiences at this point to know when it's time to be serious.

Really? You're the Demon King?

"N-no, it's fine! I'm sorry about everything else, losing parents is awful no matter when it happens." Soreth couldn't imagine what his life would have been like if he hadn't at least known his mother for the amount of time he had. Everything she had told him did pique his interest a bit more, though. There was still so much he didn't know, especially about exactly what drove her to become a hero. Based on what he had heard so far, though, her father did seem to play a pretty big role in it. Hadn't she mentioned him a few times yesterday after their fight, too?

"I only really know what I've heard from other sources or what I've been able to see while scrying. I-it's not like I've been able to see everything, either! I have my limits!" He still felt a little awkward admitting to having done that. It probably wasn't that weird, but since she had already seen the paintings, he wasn't sure how much she probably thought he had been watching. He couldn't deny that it had become a little more than just to gauge her abilities like it had been at first, either. "It's only been for maybe the past few years at most, around the time the rumors about the human's new hero garnered enough attention to make it back to me eventually. I've seen some of the trials and a couple of the other parts of your travels, but I don't know everything that you've been up to or even the significance behind some of it. Some of the things humans do is completely outside my understanding. There's actually a lot I still wonder about, so I'm glad I can actually hear about some of it now."

"I bet you know a lot of interesting things from your travels, too. What is the human realm like?"

Really? You're the Demon King?

"Hmm?" Soreth placed his cup back down after taking a sip. "Well, okay, I guess."

"Ah...where should I start?" He thought for a moment, biting his lip in concentration. "I was born to the former great King and Queen Dizoralth 19 years and some months ago. I don't have any siblings, though I've always wondered what it would be like to have a brother or a sister. Then again, maybe it's better this way; possible political disputes aside, I don't think I'd be a very good sibling." He took another sip of his tea before he continued. "I've been training to take over since I was pretty young. My mother taught me a lot of my magic before she died in battle. My father had a pretty rough time with that. Bonded demons tend to have it very difficult when one end of their link just vanishes, but you know how that goes. I was worried he'd go, too, but he somehow managed to stick around for a bit longer." He shrugged. "Maybe it's some kind of inherited luck after all."

He frowned a bit as he thought back on the whole situation. "I remember that I was really sick that year, so I spent a lot of my time just trying to recover from one problem or another. I wasn't even here most of the time after the whole thing, but my father came to visit me a lot more then. There was a place where I'd stay sometimes near the southern sea when things got particularly bad so I would recover more easily. I haven't been there in close to a year now, not even to visit. It would be nice to find some time to do that eventually, though. There are some people there I'd like to see again. Friends and such. But that probably won't happen for a while. Not until we have things a bit more secure around here with the change of rulers."

Supernatural Murder Mystery Dinner

I'm doing pretty well. Thinking about some more art stuff and how to rig up a budget light table. And you?

Really? You're the Demon King?

The boy was a bit confused to hear the assertions that the foretelling couldn't be serious. His brow furrowed a bit as he tried to reason with the explanation given. "But...that was a pretty broad prediction. It's kind of rare to get exact dates on a lot of things like that. And with an unconventional ability like that one, I'd expect it to be a little less exact, anyway. At least it wasn't just a bunch of vague riddles."

"Besides, if you said exactly who I'd marry...No, actually, never mind that. But the death really got me, though. I'm sure that you've noticed, but, um...how do I say...life expectancy talks..." He paused for a moment as a cough forced its way out of his throat, giving a sheepish chuckle when it stopped. "...they're not things I often get into. And it's not that rare for rulers to be assassinated or to die in battle. If anything, I would have expected that part to be way more vague than the rest of it." He stared at his tea, wondering whether it really was fake or not.

"...I guess that was something pretty nice to hear, though, either way. It's something I can try to work toward, at any rate." He looked back up before motioning to the table. "We'll have to keep thinking of where you would be able to work best, but at least get something to eat for now. I'm sure we'll think of something."

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

@Willow Breeze

Kyo nodded in response to the girl's reason for being there, hoping to show that he understood. It's fine, he wrote on the window, watching it fade slowly before she suggested that they go back. He was sure that the housekeeper would notice their absence soon enough if they didn't return, anyway, so he was ready to head back before they ended up in trouble.

At the last few questions, he took a moment to think before responding. How long had he been here? Maybe...a couple of months? He wasn't entirely sure. He remembered that he hadn't exactly been in the best condition at the time he had arrived, though, and his nightmares were doing that terrible thing where they invaded his waking moments until he hadn't been sure what was really going on sometimes...

He blinked as he realized that he spaced out before he shook his head, looking completely confused and a bit apologetic.

Really? You're the Demon King?

Eheh~ Whoops...
Also, sorry for the late reply. Today ended up pretty busy.