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Post by Myst on Jul 6, 2018 11:20:28 GMT -5
Gumiho (구미호)
Closer to being a god than any other species can dream of, the Gumiho is quite the creature. Traditionally known to be women, they seduced men to then consume their hearts and thusly sustain their own life. Only thought to be a legend of Korean descent, Gumiho were known to be malicious by nature, however, this was not always the case. Gumiho can be seen in various other cultures by other names, however, in other cultures, they aren't seen as purely evil. Rather, they are seen with an ambiguous moral compass, with the ability to either be good or bad. It is unknown as to when this became the case in Korean culture, but it is what it is now. It could be due to the creature's association with the fox. That is to say, the fox is viewed as sly, cunning, and a trickster across most cultures. A Gumiho originates from a fox that lives a thousand years, and thusly retains its traits. This could be why most still view the creature as inherently evil. This fails to be the case for a small portion of Gumiho. While most Gumiho can be said to be malicious, there is a small portion of them are known to help humans. Sadly, these few receive a bad rep due to the rest of their species. The few that are benevolent have made quite a name for their species, as Gumiho are worshiped as deities by a group that is relatively small compared to the size of the population of the rest of the world. Gumiho are known most notably for the way they look and travel. They've been known to float instead of walk at the best of times. In terms of looks, they're rarely consistent. This species has the ability to change any and every aspect of their appearance at will, giving them the ability to look like any human they so wish. However, they have three core forms; the natural human form, the spiritual form, and the fox. In spiritual form, a Gumiho will always have a foxes ears, either one or all nine tails, and their eyes appear more fox-like. They also tend to appear in more traditional clothing, although this seems more based on the creature's personal preference. As a fox, a Gumiho will stand anywhere from four to six feet tall at the shoulder and will always have all nine tails. As for travel, just like many other things, they use their beads. Each Gumiho is equipped with powerful beads - whether they be twin bracelets, a necklace, belt or otherwise - that grant them untold knowledge that never quite reaches the level of omnipotence as well as other abilities. The beads can be used to perform basic spells of all types that would drain other creatures of energy. They can also use these beads to teleport, however for each bead used a new one must be crafted. Crafting a new bead takes seven days and often drains the Gumiho of large amounts of energy. Alternatively, the beads are used to absorb life essence from other creatures if willing handed over, however, the bead must be reclaimed within three days, otherwise, it becomes useless. If it is stolen, no life essence can be absorbed, and it is in the Gumiho's best interest to reclaim it at all costs. If a bead is consumed by any creature, said creature will be granted the slivers of knowledge that a Gumiho would possess in spurts that seem more like delusions. The deity-like species still has three days to reclaim what's theirs, however, cannot do so without killing the one who's consumed the bead. The beads can only be accessed in human and spirit form, however, a Gumiho can protect itself most efficiently in spirit and fox form. This typically leaves the spirit form as the most powerful for a Gumiho, but this also leaves them vulnerable for exposure. Public exposure is the last thing most of them want, as two hundred years prior to the present, large hunts were held that targetted their species specifically. While the hunts have long since ended, most of the general public wouldn't hesitate to hurt them. Gumiho are able to be summoned through a lengthy process that requires a fresh heart and a knowledge of runes and summoning circles, or at least a book that details them. While liver could work, its much less effective. Upon summoning, the creature is bound to offer to grant the summoner one wish. So long as it is within their abilities, the wish will be granted by using one of their beads, however, unless one is graced by one of the benevolent Gumiho, a negative side effect with accompanying their wish.Demons On par with the Angels in power and yet seen to be worse than them. It's a sad thing, really, considering its only a minuscule group of them that gave the rest a bad name. Demons have been getting the short end of the stick for as long as Humans could walk on two legs, maybe even before that. Even still, they persevered, worship their own deities just as anyone else does. This particular species doesn't age as Humans do, rather they age with societal standards, never seeming to get old. That is to say, Demons are always the epitome of beauty, and they always have been. They are one of two species who's looks follow the societal definition of beauty, making them an unattainable standard. Their looks carry an air of danger that's irresistible rather than off-putting. Besides, who doesn't want to get closer to a lovely looking thing like them? Just know what you're getting into. Demons have no qualms about lying, and they're rather exceptional at it. Typically, only another Demon and Angels can tell when one is lying, and on occasion, Vampires and Werewolves. They can lie, cheat, and steal without receiving repercussions that are programmed in their DNA. On the other hand, Demons are bound to their word. Any promise they make must be kept no matter what, so it's best to make sure you were highly specific. Any Demon that fails to keep their word falls ill. It starts with a cold and progresses until it's fatal unless they follow through. These creatures are known to be able to manipulate the more negative emotions such as sadness, malice, envy, anger, etc., etc.. These sorts of actions, however, do take a large toll on their own energy reserves. A more costly power they have is possession, which, with one wrong move, could end in fatality. It also requires a full day of recovery. Less taxing abilities include magic manipulation (changes levels of external and/or internal magic, rendering all spells, runes, and otherwise worthless for a short amount of time, including their own), teleportation, telekinesis, and summoning of weapons from the shadows that typically poison a target either with impulsions to turn on allies or with actual poison. The magics the practice include energy manipulation, destruction magic, and illusion magic (doesn't change perception, however, creates new things, settings, appearances, or creatures/people for a given amount of time, but no illusion in permanent). Demons are known to be in their weakest state when they appear Human. This is what is known as the no-horn state. This state of being is used for typically day-to-day business, relaxing, recovery, etc.. They can also be forced into it if they become too fatigued. In this no-horn state, Demons can't use possession, weapon summoning, or magic manipulation. On the opposite side of the spectrum lays the horn state. When going into this most natural form, a Demon will enter a state the humans call Hell's Void, which consists of them being physically wrapped in a shadow from head to toe. The shadow appears to be consuming them, building on them. Through this process, a Demon will regain their horns, and the set of animal-esque attribute they were born with. All Demons have claws and a tail of sorts, however, the tail type depends on genetics. Other attributes can include near full body changes, more animal-like leg structure, a snout, extra rows of teeth, different skill color, and even changes to the eyes. This all depends on their DNA. A side note about this species; they can be summoned in a summoning circle with an incantation the witches have kept secret, but only if their full name is known. Angels I'm sure you think they heard your prayers? You'd be wrong, as only a small number of this species are truly heaven sent. In reality, they're nearly the same as Demons until you hit the powers. Most Angels exist the same as any other creature, worshiping their own spirits and looking out for themselves. They are, however, closer to being perfect than you'll ever be. As times change, and what society defines as beautiful changes with it, the species follow. Angels never looking a day over 20, literally. This species is known for being beautiful, almost too much so to behold, all while holding some sort of innocence about their face. This, however, is what makes them stand out so much against a crowd. They're so perfect looking, the epitome of unattainable beauty. This makes them hard to resist when they ask for things, leaving them with the ability of manipulation. Angels can get just about anybody to do absolutely anything, even commit a murder. They can control emotions as well, though typically the more positive ones, as the large cost of their own physical energy. This does come in handy, however, while trying to make somebody feel better about a misdeed. Otherwise, Angels are also capable of possession, which could be fatal, however, can also be worth it. This is the most draining of their abilities and requires a recovery of at least one full day. Much less costly abilities of the Angels include magic manipulation (changes levels of external and/or internal magic, rendering all spells, runes, and otherwise worthless for a short amount of time, including their own), teleportation, telekinesis, and summoning of weapons that use to the sun's energy to deal fire damage. Various magics/abilities can include, energy manipulation, conjuration magic, restoration/healing magic, and alteration magic (alters one's perception of reality for a given amount of time, can also change physical properties but the changes are never permanent). Angels, no matter their intentions, are nearly unable to lie. It is in their nature to tell the truth and nothing but the truth. Most of the time, anyways. Nothing is keeping them from withholding information, however, and those well trained in self-discipline are able to lie and they do it rather well, no matter how much pain it may cause themselves. Angels are clever little things, using words and your own situation to their advantage - if they can twist it to sound like the truth, they just might, no pain required. Witches and Mages are less likely to fall for this, though, because it's a skill they themselves have. Still, they are nowhere near immune to trickery. It is worth noting, though, that an Angel can spot a lie from ten miles away. They find it a little complicated to commit wrongdoings as it goes against their basic nature, and depending on severity, makes them sick. This sickness ranges from a simple cold to a full-on plague. Regardless of the severity, they are weak until it passes. On the other hand, Angels have no qualms about failing to keep their word, so don't ever expect them to keep their promises. This particular species is in its weakest state when its wings are hidden. When unveiled, Angel's back is enveloped in what the Humans only call Heavenly Fire as the wings stretch and take form and the musculature to support them comes to be known. When their wings are visible, an Angel has full access to all of its powers. When an Angel wants its wings hidden, the appendages will burn off, turning to ashes where they stand while the extra musculature eats away at itself until it is no more. In this no-wing state, Angels can't use possession, weapon summoning, or magic manipulation. The no-wing state is used for recovery, simple travel, normal personal business, etc., etc. They can be, however, forced into it if they run out of energy, as they fail to be exempt from fatigue. The wing state is an Angel's most natural form. A side note about this species; they can be summoned in a summoning circle with an incantation the witches have kept secret, but only if their full name is known. Mages If you see a Human flying on their own, then they are no Human. It is, in fact, a Mage. This supernatural species blends in all too well in the Human community. Which, depending on how you see it, can be good or bad for them. Mages are often confused for Witches, and this fact infuriates them more than anything. This is due to the fact that, overall, this species thinks themselves superior to the other. Depending on where you stand, you either agree or disagree. Under normal circumstances, Mages act, look, and age like Humans do. The main difference between the two is that the former has and can utilize internal reservoirs of magic to perform spells that either elevate their own skills and abilities or deal damage to the world around them. That being said, Mages will always have a noticeably longer lifespan than Humans because they have the ability to perform self-healing and self-preserving spells. Typically, this also causes them to age slower than humans if they so wish. Any spell that enhances oneself, a Mage can perform on themselves as well as on others. Enhancement spells performed on others are only a fraction of the strength of the ones performed on themselves, and only last half as long. In terms of spells that deal damage, all smells are elemental, and can thusly include, earth, fire, air, water, electric, energy, and weather spells. Each mage is usually specialized in one element through genetics but is not limited to only spells from that element. Any spell a mage performs is made up of a series of hand/arm movements and always lacks words. The spells do not alter the environment on their own, but once they are wielded, will do what they will. Mages can summon weapons called Bound Weapons. These weapons are made up of magic energy that comes directly from one's own internal magic. That being said, they only last for a certain amount of time, and will quickly drain its user just as any other spell would. Mages share the same weaknesses as Humans, however, are able to negate only some of them with their spells. This fact makes Mages stronger than Humans by a landslide, as the former is now more likely to survive any sort of attack. Witches You came home and, well, your home was gone. Just vanished. It never existed. You don't even remember owning a home anymore - where do you live? That's right, you're homeless. Such a thing is the work of a Witch and another who wants to see you suffer. Witches are often confused for humans, but more often for Mages. Both are infuriating to them, as they find that they're superior to both species. This species is practically Humans, and they're hard to spot. Unless, of course, they make themselves known. Which many do to avoid being confused for other species. This creature draws from magic in their environment rather than internal reserves as they are born with the skill to control the magic the world offers by nature. They use this magic to perform incantations, summonings and create potions. This is what differentiates them from Mages. Incantations affect the environment directly, as well as the creature involved. Many have been known to pay witches to perform incantations on somebody or a group to create misfortune or bring them harm, however, the sum of pay must be large for the Witch to agree. Summonings can be done on the spot as long as there is ample space. Large summons, such as Demons, Angels, and familiars require a summoning circle. The circle doesn't have to be a proper size, but it has to have the proper symbols drawn on the outside of it. Familiars that Witches may keep include powerful spirit animals (often larger and much more dangerous than the animal they embody). The more powerful Witches have the ability to keep Werewolves and Vampires. Keeping a Werewolf or Vampire is dangerous, and they are often kept under control by a binding contract created through a lengthy incantation. Potions created by this species are made with special ingredients that can be obtained naturally, as well as only from certain species. The potions can be made to order and can do most anything the Witch so wishes. Many pay a high price to obtain these potions, and an even higher price if they actually use them. Witches share many weaknesses with Humans but have incantations, summonings, and potions to protect them. This makes them more powerful than the latter. Incantations take about the length as a spell for a Mage, which leaves them vulnerable, however, summoning takes longer, and is extremely draining for them. Even still, a Witch is more likely to survive an attack than a Human. Werewolves It's common knowledge that the modern dog was domesticated from the wolf, now named man's best friend. However, the term takes on a new meaning here. One's inner wolf is surely one's best friend, and Werewolves know this very well. This, however, also keeps them in close touch with their canine instincts. Werewolves are highly territorial, both over their land as well as those they are close to. Unlike Humans, who have evolved to have little to know instincts, this species is more likely to enter fight-or-flight and find trusting their gut extremely easy. Just like their normal canine counterparts, Werewolves find strength in numbers and value the bond between their pack members. In fact, one member can feel when another or several others from their pack is in danger. Mates are matched by the Spirits, meaning once one has found their mate, they are bonded at the very soul, and have a deeper connection than between two pack members. It is not unheard of for one to have more than one mate, but it is not extremely common. The pack mentality runs deeper than the Humans think, however. As deemed by nature, Werewolves live in a hierarchy. There are the alphas, the betas, the omegas, then a class that your typically forest hunters fail to have - the War Wolves. Per pack, there are two alphas (the born alpha and their mate), two to four betas depending on pack size (the born beta(s) and their mate(s)), and a group of highly skilled warriors known as War Wolves. War Wolves can make up anyways from one-fourth to half of the pack depending on the pack's history and is always lead by a beta wolf. Despite this, an alpha's orders supersede the beta's, but this is a rare occurrence as betas are trusted the most by the alphas. Of course, that doesn't mean there haven't been instances of mutiny. Werewolves look no different than Humans, save for the fact that once they'll look 20 years old for 90% of their life, so this makes them hard to pick out. However, vampires, other wolves and certain halflings can tell by scent. Humans, can only tell if one reveals themselves, is caught shifting, is caught doing something that a Human would not be able to, or has yellow eyes as some do. Werewolves are naturally faster and stronger than Humans, allowing them to outpace, out lift, and out much a good portion of species while in humanoid form. They also have extremely heightened senses of smell, sight, and taste, allowing them to hunt and observe their surroundings and circumstances at the same performance level as in wolf form. In terms of shifting, there are many kinds of shifts. Partial shifts (claws, sharpened and typically slightly protruding canines, maybe ears and tail depending on control), half shifts (for a better idea, please see Skyrim lycanthropy), and full shifts (wolf form). Full grown wolves have typically mastered all types of shifts, however, younger wolves can usually only do full shifts. Unlike what Humans seem to think, Werewolves are not forced to shift by the full moon. They do, however, feel an urge to shift to their most uncommon form, whether it be humanoid or wolf. As a wolf, most will stand, on average, six tall at the shoulder, the tallest normal pack member standing at seven feet. Alphas, on the other hand, will stand at eight to nine feet tall at the shoulder on average, distinguishing them from the rest of their members. This helps command respect and loyalty from the rest of the pack as well as lesser creatures. Alphas can also use the Voice of Alphas both in wolf form and humanoid form. The voice forces the will of lesser wolves, as well as lesser creatures, and can also be used on more powerful beings. In this case, however, effectiveness depends on power ratio and will typically fail to bend the other's will completely unless they are weakened. It will, however, startle, stun, or momentarily cause a consideration for whatever words were spoken. Werewolves practice rune magic - this is the only magic this species practice. While they aren't the only species to do so, they are the only species to have the ability to cast any and every rune and do so perfectly. There is a rune for just about anything, and they use it as needed. The most common rune amoung packs is the Life Sense rune, used to communicate to the alphas and war wolves when any given life form enters and exits the territory. Werewolves are weak to silver, as the element gave them severe burns when they come in contact with it. It can be used for torture, and if left in contact with vital areas of the body for too long, will cause death. Vampires Of the many things that go bump in the night, this creature is the one Humans seem to worry about the most. Contrary to their belief, however, 99% of the Vampire community is harmless to them. The other one percent either haven't a lick of sanity, is desperate, or one has incurred their wrath. Otherwise, this species is harmless by choice. Vampires universally feed only animals they catch while hunting, alongside being able to eat normal food. Blood, while being their main source of nutrients, is not their only food source. This does, however, leave them as being large on eating meat if they don't have a steady supply of animal blood. Without a steady supply of blood, a Vampire is left slightly weakened and more prone to contracting illnesses, however, the lack of blood isn't fatal. This species is known to live in groups called covens, a group with a hierarchy that dictates how members act towards each other. At the head of the coven are the Lord/Lady and their mate. The rest of the hierarchy is completed by seniority, meaning the older Vampires have seniority over the younger Vampires. Regardless of rank, however, each member of the coven cares for the others very deeply, and they all share a bond that indicates if one or a group is in trouble. Mates, matched together by the Vampire's diety, share a deeper bond than simple coven members and are inseparable once they've been brought together. The Lord/Lady of a coven can use the Undying Glare to put lower ranking members, as well as lesser creatures in their place as well as bend their will to their own. The Undying Glare, at most, will momentarily stun more powerful beings. Vampires have the ability to shift into a wolf-bat (otherwise known as a flying fox) with a wingspan of eight feet. A half shift consists of the Vampire obtaining the wings and the musculature to match, claws, a bit of a snout, the wolf-bat's ears, and a more animal-like stance comparable to a Werewolf's half shift. A partial shift consists of claws, protruding canines, and the wolf-bat's ears. Blood magic and shadow magic is practiced ONLY by Vampires. Shadow magic is different from a Demon's shadow weapons, as the two don't have any correlation. The effectiveness of blood magic relies solely on a Vampires's level of blood intake; the higher volume of blood intake, the more powerful one's blood magic will be. This practice allows this species to drain the life out of prey or an enemy from a distance, and also brings the caster some nutrients. Absorbed nutrients and life essence will heal as well as strengthens the caster. Using blood magic, a Vampire can bring all blood flow to a sudden stop, or accelerate it to the point of causing heart failure. Shadow magic allows Vampires to send messages through shadows, manipulate a creature by manipulating its shadow (works better on lesser creatures), as well as travel through them. Oddly, Vampires also have the ability to speak to shadows, as a shadow can and often will reveal how a person is truly feeling or bring true intentions to light. Both magics are draining, especially bringing blood to a stop and traveling through shadows. Whether it is positive or negative, the AB blood type is poisonous to Vampires and causes them to fall ill. Depending on how much was taken in, the creature will die. The older vampires who have more experience can sometimes identify a creatures blood type by scent, but even they make mistakes. Even still, older vampires know the taste of each blood type like the back of their hand, and immediately stop consuming if it tastes of AB. Younger vampires are instructed to have their blood tested first before consuming, but many have been felled by the toxin. The effects of the poisonous blood start five minutes after consumption, and depending on the intake volume, a vampire will recover within anywhere from a week to three months. Otherwise, it is fatal. Halflings Oh, woe is them. These poor things shouldn't even exist, yet here they are. Halfings are and experience, some would say. They come in many different sorts, however, they are rare to see for a few reasons, the main reason being fatality. Halfings, due to genetic complications, hardly live to see 25 if they are born, and only live past a year if they are transformed. Demon Halflings and Angel Halflings will never experience Hell's Void and Heavenly Fire respectively, however, they have all the basic powers and abilities. Mage Halflings cannot perform self-enhancing spells, and can only do basic elemental spells. Witch Halflings can create potions and can only perform basic incantations, however, they will never be able to summon anything. The four Halfling subspecies named above can only be born. Werewolf and Vampire halflings, however, can be born or transformed. The way a Human can be transformed is the same for both species; Normally it happens by chance, however, Alphas and Lords/Ladys can purposefully transform somebody. A human must be bitten by one of the species on a full moon for the genetics to fuse properly. The process is painful and lasts a week. As the days progress, the transformed human is eventually bedridden with extreme temperatures, sweats, coughing, and often vomiting and seizures. After the first week, the Human is officially a Halfling. Vampire and Werewolf Halflings can only experience half shifts. Still, many don't survive the initial process. If they live through the first transformation, and the genetics fused properly, the Halfling will experience another bout of illness similar to the first transformation where they are bedridden with the same symptoms. At the end of this week, however, the Halfling will be able to experience all that a natural born Vampire or Werewolf can. Still, they will be forever known as a Halfling. This is extremely rare, however, as the second transformation has a low survival rate, and often is never reached as the two sets of DNA rarely meld together properly. Humans What's there to say about these poor saps? They've only been around for half the time the supernatural species have, and yet, they name themselves superior. Powerless, easily injured, easier to persuade, and yet, they think themselves above every other species. Humans can't even defend themselves with magic or transformations or any other innate skill. Instead, they solely on weaponry, heavy machinery, armor, and other things to attempt to stay alive when being attacked, and even while knowing this, they belittle and demonize every other creature while claiming what never belonged to them. Humans are vile little things. They make every creature that isn't themselves out to be some horrid beast hell-bent on the elimination of the human race. They are weak, and they know it, however just like many species, they find strength in numbers. That isn't hard for them, as over time, they've come to completely outnumber every other species combined. Humans are cruel, making sure anything that isn't human is something of an outcast, always looked at as if they'll attack on sight. They've made it a terrible place for the creatures that had long since lived before them. Over time, the human society and the supernatural society have come to live in 'peace' beside each other, but it happens much too often that another creature is cast out of anything in favor of a human. What else is there to say?
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Post by Myst on Jul 6, 2018 11:21:26 GMT -5
I'm gunna put my characters n junk hereeeee Tanja 'Cerberus' Luule23, Werewolf Standing at 5'3" and only mildly built, she doesn't come off as much of a threat. However, musculature that fails to meet the eye and a variance in species gives her the advantage. Tanja is the definition of the phrase 'thicc thighs save lives' and has broad shoulders for her height, though her body looks smooth rather than muscular. Years of running and climbing have built up her body for endurance alongside heavy lifting, and she can hold her own in a fight rather well. As a werewolf, alongside her life's worth of physical training, she's stronger and faster than a human by nature. Her senses are also much better, typically give her the advantage. Or sensory overload. Whichever happens first. Despite all of this, the Werewolf pulls off the look of innocence rather well, what with her freckles, doe-like eyes and general child-like build. This, typically, gives her the ability to keep her casual life away from... Well, everything else. Unless she's got a warrant out for her arrest, of course. Tanja is an enigma. She's closer to the strong silent type, unwilling to let her face convey the emotions she's truly feeling and typically only speaking when spoken to. Her eyes, however, are uncontrollable. She's easily amused, though quick to anger. Part of this is because she turns any negative emotion into anger for two reasons; to push herself to work harder, and to eliminate the possibility of feeling anything close to or related to grief, sadness, or anxiety. The girl has a strong tie to anxiety - that is to say, she suffers from frequent anxiety attacks. Over the years, she forced anxiety to turn to anger and thusly hasn't properly expressed herself in years. Otherwise, she's very stubborn, loyal to the point of putting herself in harm's way for those she cares for, and never backs down from a challenge. She's also easily amused and has a weakness for cute things. Her story is really something. Born alpha to one of the most powerful packs in the region, Tanja was loved by all her members. At the age of ten, she started her combat training with the War Wolves to begin her preparations to become the true alpha. On her first hunt alone, the young alpha-to-be was sent out of the territory as was the tradition. Two hours later, she and the largest buck she could find returned to the pack house to find nothing. No pack, no parents, nothing. Just large amounts of blood and traces of silver. Tanja remained alone in the house for two weeks, eventually losing the will to hunt due to silver burns and grief. Starvation left her weak and unable to revert to her human form, and eventually, loneliness won out over the desire to be alone and the pup trotted into town. It wasn't long before Tanja was picked up by a witch who recognized her power and taken in as a familiar. Since then, the alpha was raised by the witch, who treated her surprisingly well. The witch also gave her name nickname Cerberus, which was odd, though well accepted. She was able to practice her runes, and was even provided with the means to go through the Alpha's Ritual - and she did. With her alpha status solidified, Tanja hunted down and removed the hunters that took out her family. They were the only murder's she's committed, and she intends to keep it that way. Thievery, heists, changing numbers to siphon money from large companies, however, were not out of the question. Most jobs were for her witch, but there were some that were for her own personal benefit. As of late, she and the witch have been getting paid to clean up crime scenes, which was always a good time. As long as the pay was good, that is. Unknown, Gumiho To live one thousand years is grand. To live a thousand more is even grander. As a storm that stands at 5'11" and has no plans to stop, Jiyeong is quite the challenge. He's got quite a way with words, always speaking politely to people with a smile on his face. It's always a smile that reaches his eyes, but for different reasons that others seem to think. He's always courteous and comes off as very thoughtful, but this is only because he's a tad uncomfortable speaking informally as it makes it hard for him to properly articulate. However, he speaks in circles as a subtle way to get others to do what he wants without them truly realizing. Jiyeong is very good at playing into other people's feelings, however, he couldn't even tell you the last time he truly cared for a well being that wasn't his own. He's ambitious, though knows how to get about getting what he wants. On top of all of this, he's very passionate. Over the years, Jiyeong dedicated himself to dancing as a way to relieve stress and just kind of life outside of the fact that he wants to be worshiped as a deity. He actually takes the hobby very seriously and has been known to perform publicly. Sadly, a long life comes with much loss. This particular gumiho would be the first to attest to that. The first thousand years spent as a fox were odd - foxes were not meant to live that long. People came and went, leaving him food and little treats despite how he somehow always wound up with the things they never gave him. Then he transcended into something more. Still, he always wound up with things that weren't his, but there was an innocence to it. Anything that piqued his curiosity found its way to him, and while he was reluctant, he gave it back. Then the appetite came, and he found himself less inclined to return things. After all, the proper owners stopped living long enough to use them once more. Over time, he found humans hearts to be quite better than those of lesser supernatural creatures. Even still, while he kept himself healthy, the gumiho still offered himself up to help others on occasion. That stopped once the hunts started. By the time the hunts started, Jiyeong had lived well past a thousand years. He'd lost his innocent curiosity and knew how most things worked, as well as how to evolve with them. He also evolved with the violence thrust upon his kind. Whatever was dished out, he gave back twice as hard, and twice as bad. He became feared, known to have god-like powers alongside the others that survived. Even during the hunts, there were a small group of people that still dedicated themselves to the creatures, doing whatever they so wished. Sadly, they weren't enough to stop the hunts alone or quell the anger growing within the creatures. While the hunts have long since ended, Jiyeong kept the anger the humans instilled within him. In his spiritual form, his true facial features can be seen, however, he possesses the ears and nine tails with the coloration of a red fox, and always appears in traditional clothing. As a fox, he stands at four feet as a red fox with all nine tails held proudly. In his natural human form, he'll most often be reconized
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Jul 16, 2018 23:27:23 GMT -5
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remi elian chavez. twenty five, detective, human A lanky and defined specimen who stands just a little below 6', Remi appears to be an accretion of soft angles. He's often noticed for his olive skin, black hair, and musician's hands. However, he has brown, almost black, upturned eyes that contradict his gentle visage. They are sharp, calculative, coarse, weary, and reserved, affirming the orbs of a man succumbed to the languor of a life infested with crime. As a result, they leave an impression that he knows when he's being lied to. Remi's easy yet uneven gait reveals his reticence and hints at an old injury, most likely derived from his line of work. While his long limbs carry him far, their wiry build grants him more agility than strength. This isn't to say he lacks fortitude, though, as Remi continuously demonstrates resolve, endurance, and patience. Had Remi chosen the path of a criminal, he would have been a remarkable killer. Tenacious and calculating, he even remains detached from personal matters and is a relentless pursuer when given a task to fulfill. This is, however, redeemed by his unparalleled sense of loyalty to those he cares for. Additionally, he is not apathetic as proven by his attempts at comforting others, albeit clumsy. Humor rarely elicits a laugh from Remi, though he isn't entirely devoid of joy as some may vigorously believe; spotting hot coffee and bacon, for example, gives him an excuse to smile. He's much more softhearted and awkward than what most people come to believe, oftentimes expressing his affection through subtle acts and remarks. Earning his genuine trust makes him quite protective of said individual. blunt, calculating, impassive, reticent affectionate, resolved, loyal, protective
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yuri camerino. age unknown, gumiho Lithe and lean, Yuri has a small, defined face and delicate nose. Her arched brows frame her large, expressive eyes and her auburn hair falls in a sleek sheet over her rosy cheeks, stopping past her chin. She is long-limbed, quick on her feet, and just a little over 5'5". Contrasting the fragile air her appearance exudes, however, her compelling gaze reflects that of a shrewd thief and her rare smiles are like light across a knife. Without any glamour, her honey-colored eyes reveal two peculiar pupils that are similar to those of a fox, unnaturally slitted and sharp. When she shifts to her original form, she is a large white fox with an array of nine tails. There was a time when Yuri used to believe that there was a string of decency inside her, even if it ran against her instincts. She was an idealist with a strong sense of fair play, making her one of the few benevolent gumihos. Recent years, however, have left her aloof, cynical, and cold. She is an idiosyncratic worker with an acute sense of practicality, punctilious and pertinacious and precise as hell. She is soft-spoken but sharp-tongued and excels at deciding who lives and who dies. Even so, there are certain things that could potentially elicit the good-natured young woman who once wished to become human, and several instances prove that she is not, as one may assume, emotionless. This paradoxical nature of her personality may reflect her underlying conflict of conscience as she can be, with the right push, reluctantly companionable and charitable. cynical, cold, conflicted, idiosyncratic efficient, diligent, patient, companionable
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Side Characters Katja Marceau Anel Tamara Extra Characters Pamela Graham Liam Reid Elijah Taylor Matthew Pearce Ethan Brown
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Jul 17, 2018 4:19:31 GMT -5
He's not going to stop any time soon, is he, Remi thought wryly as he glanced sideways at the man who continued to aimlessly gabble about the detrimental effects his job elicited. Tucking his nose in his tall glass, he leaned against the familiar bar, trying not to make eye-contact with the other man who was in close proximity (he'd been mistaken as the bartender three times now). His slouched shoulders balanced indifference when he surveyed the minute details of the counter. Thankfully, soon after, the rambling man wobbled away to sink in one of the couches.
Around him, red light filtered the perimeters, illuminating every body and surface within. The fragrance of smoke permeated the air and the mawkish scent of perfume hovered over his shoulders from passing visitors. The checkered floor complimented the gaudy golden curtains that poorly mimicked painted taffetas. Past them, he could hear the furtive conversations amongst patrons who weren't intoxicated enough to be enamored by their own woes. Some were a little too loud, making merry. Glimpses of their shoes revealed a color scheme mainly made of black, red, and blue. The little clock on the wall read: half past ten.
It wasn't the most deluxe section of the city, but he had always appreciated the antique charm and privacy it had to offer the rare times he could pay a visit. Still, he found himself marking shapes and searching for any anomalies anyway. Some things always shifted around, but the piano at the back was as he'd always remembered it. It was then his phone rang, drawing him away from his observations, and he wasn't too surprised to find that misfortune waited ahead.
Another homicide.
"We need you here ASAP," a stern voice spoke over the phone. A man had been found dead near the city square. Today was his day off, but that no longer applied to him anymore, nor did he care. Murder. It seemed to be happening often these days, one broken check after another. "Detective?" The sharp words came subsequently, drawing him back from his temporary reverie. "I know the past week hasn't been kind to you but we-" The voice trailed off. We need to hurry, he finished her sentence in his head. Murder was bad advert for the city, after all, and the councillors always wanted it resolved, fast. Fatigue came suddenly, but he brooked the tense edge in Katja Marceau's voice; he could see her softened eyes which remained paradoxical to her manner of speech. Expelling a small breath, he drew his finger over the lip of his cup. "Text me the exact address," he answered and rose to his feet. Near the city square, was it? "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"Make it ten," he heard her say before the call precipitously ended, granting him a few thoughtless seconds. An image of his friend - straight black hair, leather brown eyes, acute nose, stubborn lips - flickered past his vision, and it almost elicited a small smile from him, as if he'd been told a quiet joke. Katja Marceau was incorruptible, particularly when it came to time. Any tardiness elicited a frown from her, including that of her own. But she had a soft-heart with an unorthodox vision of the world, and it was what had gained his trust in the first place. Idealists managed to earn his good graces, especially those who acted on their principles. And if there was one thing he'd learned about Katja Marceau, she was an idealist through and through.
- She watched as the tall investigator quietly threaded his way in and out of the human current with his head bowed, drawing little to no attention to himself. He had thoughtful ocher-colored eyes that easily grazed over his surroundings and a sharp profile made of soft angles. When he approached her with his uneven gait, she saw his lips offer an indefinable language, something so subtle and faint that it could have indicated either leisure or anticipation. He appeared to be the same as always, save for the thicker shadows beneath his eyes. He had been dedicated to the investigation of Elijah Manning's death just until yesterday. The boy had been fourteen and almost impossible to identify when they had found him, and she had not seen Remi look this gaunt in a long time.
She could only assume that he had retreated to The Mahogany, a small bar burrowed in a winding alleyway, after typing up a final report about the child. The scent of tobacco lingered on his clothes. Why the place held value to a man like him, she had yet to understand. "You're a minute late," she tried, giving him a slanted look. He did not comment on this, but she saw a faint glimmer in his keen eyes. It was the closest thing to a smile she would ever get from him.
Remi wasn't exactly quiet, but Katja had learned that he was a man of few words on a regular basis. Still, he was quite expressive in his own way, enough so that she understood that his contradictory nature balanced two different individuals: a sympathetic philanthropist and a calculating rationalist. Should it be necessary, he was more than prepared to deceive those around himself in order to fulfill a mission. Naturally, when they walked together, he seemed to be more than happy to leave the talking to her. He only inquired her about what was necessary and little else, stopping once to speak with two uniformed officers about clearing the area of curious bystanders. They complied, and he thanked them. They stopped when they reached the corpse.
The victim's stilled face was colorless under the harsh floodlights, and Katja soon found her eyes traveling over to the laceration he had suffered to his neck. There were no signs of resistance from him, only the efficient marks that had drained his life. He had most likely been killed so quickly that he hadn't even realized what had been happening. Ethan Brown's bulging eyes stared at them, unmoving, and for a moment, the gruesome sight of his lifeless body made her stomach gyrate yet again. He looked so young - he couldn't have been over his mid twenties. She wondered if the reticent investigator next to her thought the same way as she did, noted that this man could have even had a family of his own one day. A quick glimpse at his eyes told her that yes, yes he did.
- Ethan Brown's heart did a little flip when he saw her sitting on the edge of the wide fountain with her observant eyes wandering over the trees. He let the sight of her sink in, the way how her delicate auburn hair caught the sunlight and fell over her shoulders. How beautiful, how sweet! Tenderness swelled in his heart as he observed the softness of her features. She wore a sleeveless blue dress that revealed the curve of her shoulders and neck. Afraid that he would frighten her, he evidently made his footsteps clear, and she glanced around to meet his eyes. Her smile was wholesome, if not just a touch embarrassed, and her cheeks glowed with color when she approached him. Even when he didn't announce his presence, he had a feeling she always knew when he arrived. He tipped his head to the side, indicating the path that would lead them outside of the park. "Shall we?"
He spent the next few hours taking her around different stores and found himself, yet again, baffled by her modesty. She always shyly denied any of his attempts to present her with luxury. He had learned that she was much more fond of the small things like ice cream shops and art supply stores. Her eyes never lingered on expensive accessory, and she gently steered him away when he tried to gift her with them. In fact, most of the time, she never received his presents at all, unless he persistently insisted her for some time. He'd always wondered why. There were certain things - little things like that - he couldn't decipher about her. Her rare conspiratorial smiles were one of the many things he failed to discern. Her unassuming curiosity about his work was another.
At dinner, they sat next to the windows where the summer breeze cooled the perspiration that clung to their skin. The television at the top corner was on, and some of the customers watched as the latest news flashed onscreen. "Breaking news in the story we've been following since last week, the homicide of..."
Matthew Pearce. The name made him stop. "Police officers have been guarding the scene throughout the night and have not yet been able to determine a suspect. Let's go to Lily Foster who is live outside the police station. Lily?"
"There have been quite a few of these lately, haven't there? These incidents," He stated while biting the bottom of his lip and leaning back in his seat. Another politician, he failed to mention out loud.
"There have," she agreed, "and it's frightening." Her gaze was fixated onto the monitor, and her eyebrows had furrowed together in concern. There was a sort of calm to her that he hadn't noticed before, a composure to her concentration that made it almost tangible. He saw her focus break, though, when her phone rang. Her brows were still furrowed, but she managed to excuse herself with an apologetic smile. A quick glimpse at her screen gave him a foreign name, one that he couldn't recognize. Was that Chinese? Korean? For a moment, until the news grasped his attention once again, he wondered who it was and what these deaths would mean for him.
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Post by Myst on Jul 17, 2018 11:30:41 GMT -5
She didn't like leaving the house. Well, no, that wasn't quite it. She didn't like leaving the potion maker out of her sight. Ah, but she needed her ingredients.
Right now, it was Angel feathers. Some human wanted a potion for... Well, it didn't matter what it was for. All that mattered was the fact that Tanja had the other creature wrapped around her finger right now. Right now they were in a park, sitting on one of the benches away from the lights. The lights led to bugs, and she hated that. This lighting was much better, washing the greenery around them in a soft orange hue. Besides, with the aid of the moon, she felt it looked much better. She felt much better. He seemed very happy with the way she was perched in his lap, seemingly unaware of what he wanted and playing with his hair. As far as he was concerned, she was some human who was simply amazed by the fact that she was sitting with an Angel in the flesh. He didn't know about the wig, about the morph suit the rest of her tights were connected to, the one that didn't work well with shoes because it was already built for traction on any surface.
He didn't know that he wouldn't wake up for five hours once she got what she wanted.
It took too much to resist the urge to physically assault the other as a hand went from her waist to her thigh. No matter, it seemed he'd missed the instantaneous fury in her eyes, too distracted by the warm, innocent smile she wore. "Ya know, I've never seen Angel wings before," she mused, laying her head on his shoulder. "You'd show me yours, right Alister? I'd bet they're simply wonderful."
Alister Summers, cafe owner, and soon to be another victim of ingredient collection. Was it theft? Most likely, yes. Did that stop her? No, of course not. Stealing and not getting caught was a challenge. So, she wanted on his response, pressing up close to him as if to just compel him to agree. It worked. "Of course - I don't think I could ever say no to a girl like you, Tanja."
As usual, she got what she wanted. It was only moments later that she'd been set on the bench, which was admittedly a little cold considering how long they'd been sitting there. He took a few steps forward, and turn his back. Ah, the common mistake. As he went through the process that had long since been named Heavenly Fire, Tanja stood, pulling the dress she'd worn over her head, the wig coming with it. Her curls were slicked back, kept out of the way with the simplest of product, and the small earpiece that kept her connected to home remained barely noticeable. It was always on, meaning her Witch heard everything. It was safer, this way.
As flames erupted before her, she began casting her run. It was only a minute. As soon as Alister had made the slightest of movements to turn around, the lupine had cast the sleep rune. She caught the body, then dragged him back to the bench. It didn't take much to set him up as if he'd fallen asleep on his own. She plucked a few feathers, peeling back her neckline and dropping them between her shoulder blades. It was the most stable place, and the body suit would keep them secure. Another minute stayed to cast two more runes - forget, and vanish.
With her dress now gone, and the Angel never to remember a girl named Tanja, left the park quickly, taking to the shadows and eventually to the rooftops. "Feathers acquired." On the other end of the constant line, she received a delighted confirmation. Another job done, another trip home.
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To send his little darling out on this like this stressed him out. Not because he thought she couldn't handle herself - that was far from the case - but because he could only do so much. If his beloved Cerberus got hurt or worse, the Witch wouldn't know what to do with himself.
But she always came home. The wolf always made sure to come home.
At home, Cyneric did what he could to help her. All need to know the information was given beforehand, and updates were given as soon as they received. Updates really included police activity, and on the off chance that he went out to keep watch if potential threats approached. The latter didn't happen often, but on third-party services, it was more likely. The former was a wonder - he'd had Tanja retrieve them a police scanner just in case. If they knew where the feds were, it was easier not to get arrested.
It also made it easier to see where everything was happening. Paired with the news, the pair were able to tell how bad something really was, as well as gauge if it would interrupt them. It'd been happening more often, but it occasionally made blood collection easier. It was rare that his potions required blood, but the more powerful ones definitely did. Even still, with the rising occurrences of flat out murder, part of him found reason to worry. They'd cleaned up a couple scenes before police could get to them, but that only accounted for a small percentage of the murders happening. As the news spewed superficial information on tonight's incident, the potion maker found himself considering the supernatural murders as well. The news didn't cover these as often, but he lived in this community. He knew what went on here.
His familiar was already on her way home, but this was happening much too often for him not to want more information... "Cerberus, I need you to take a surveillance detour. Stay on the rooftops, please." The second part of the request sounded a little worried and he knew. He could hear the fond smile in her voice when she requested the location. Then promised to stay safe.
Worst comes to worst, he forced her home with a summoning.
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He still got curious sometimes. It was no longer innocent, but it was still his nature.
What really happened was that he'd become a little bored. So he'd gone out, taking on a subtle appearance that many wouldn't think to look twice at. He kept his eyes low, knowing they'd be cause for people to hold him up, get a better look at them. There wasn't room for that - thankfully his new appearance did most of the work for him.
He took to the streets, moving quickly. He knew where the other would be, and it wasn't very far. Well, he supposed that was relative. Even still, he continued on his way, wondering how it was going. If it was done already. If the trust was still being gained. If something had gone wrong.
But nothing would go wrong. This had already been going on for so long, and nobody had gotten caught. That is to say, they hadn't gotten caught, anyways. Several others outside of his species had been brought in for questioning. Sometimes he forgot just how rare his species actually was. The police department more than likely didn't even consider the fact that it could be a Gumiho. Maybe they thought it to be a Witch, as some potions did call for a heart. Or perhaps a rogue Werewolf or a starving Vampire. A heart would certainly fulfill their appetites if need be. Still, there wasn't quite enough carnage for it to be a rogue wolf and Witches couldn't rip out a heart on their own. That only left Vampires if one was to forget his own species. He wondered what the police department though, but his beads could not grant him this sort of knowledge. He wasn't close enough to any of the officers to know.
Before long, he was passing the restaurant. By the window, hm? Seemed a little public... Then again, she was good at what she did, who was he to question her? He slowed a little, taking in Ethan's appearance. He seemed a tad enamored with her, while also concerned with whatever he was watching. Perhaps a TV. His summoned partner seemed to share the same concern. Frowning a little, he continued on his walk, pulling his phone from the back pocket of his jeans - his least favored type of pants - and called her.
It wasn't long before she picked up. It hardly ever was. By then he'd slipped into a dark alley, void of anybody. Good, he loathed trying dance around certain words to get his points across. "Leave his heart. I'll be sure to have one ready upon your return to close the contract. I'll also ensure it's of high quality to make up for this sudden change. Do you have a species preference? Human, I'd assume, but please correct me if I'm wrong." It was a genuine question. Jiyeong wasn't one to inconvenience people without making up for it, and he wanted to do it properly.
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Jul 22, 2018 11:20:09 GMT -5
Only after the forensics team left had he departed the scene of the crime. He had probed around alongside them, searching for any shapes and angles and perspectives that could yield possible leads. Opening the door to his car and pulling the seatbelt over his shoulder, he put on the left-turn blinker, escaped the isolated location, and joined other impatient cars. He rolled down the front window to let the heat inside escape and headed back to the station, stopping once to drop Katja off at her home.
When he arrived at his office, he sat down and scanned through the files he had accumulated over the past day. Conflicts within the station had made it impossible for officers and divisions alike to join forces. With the increase of murders, however, that had changed, and he, too, had been assigned to resolve the cases.
Running his hand through his hair, he frowned. Every photograph revealed the paled faces of victims and their bodies at the scene of the crime. Pamela Graham had been found buried face first in a pile of paperwork, overdosed by barbiturates. Matthew Pearce had been found at the coastal waters, caught in a net with a missing heart. Liam Reid had been found with a gun and note next to his dark-suited corpse. The others had muttered something about having too much pressure derived from a failed deal - that there were too many complaints, too many suspects, and too little time. The commissioner's biggest concern had been the eager reporters who had flanked his every step. Naturally, with journalists pressing the incident and the evidence at the scene of the crime being passable, they had hastily claimed that the man had shot himself to clear his tarnished family name. Another report done, another mystery solved. The press, satisfied, would move on to something new. And now...
His eyes travelled down to observe Ethan Brown, the son of an influential politician. He had wielded as much strength as his old man at the ripe age of twenty three. Humming one note thoughtfully, he turned the page.
The victims he was inspecting were those who had been in a position power, those who had possessed enough status to overlook the sudden disappearance of several people, should 'business go awry.' His own little private investigation further revealed that they had been correlated together through different networking purposes. The death of the Chairman of Taylor Express and his prosecutor had been one of the biggest incidents yet to hit the news. He went through the names in his head again.
Pamela Graham, Liam Reid, Elijah Taylor, Matthew Pearce. They were big names. Known names. Most of them were flocked by security every second of the day. It was unearthly that they had ended up dead in the first place and even more so that no one knew who the perpetrator was at this point in time. Moreover, each incident left a speckless crime scene with little to no evidence. "Well, you can't be a ghost. Just who are you?" He mused, his voice soft.
Leaning back in his seat, he placed the file on his desk and closed his eyes. Every murder had its own nuance, its own uniqueness that separated it from any other. Although the method of death was different, the stamp these cases left behind was the same, one of them being that they had no signs of resistance. These known names had been killed quickly, painlessly. The killer's objective wasn't to flaunt or show off. He had a hunch he was looking at the work of a murderer who killed systematically, meticulously, carefully - the kind that killed without experiencing a hitch in their breath. In fact, he had a feeling that he was looking at the work of a culprit who wasn't human at all.
A day into his investigation, Remi rose from his seat, strolled out into the open where he slid his hand in his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number. "Sorry for bothering you," he said, noting the late hour. "I could use your help again."
"Of course," Anel Tamara, twenty four, IT specialist, and former celebrity, answered. His voice indicated warm curiosity. "Are you all right, detective? You sound exhausted. What would you like me to do?"
"Send me every past case that's been committed by a supernatural. I'd like to have a look at them until morning."
- "Leave his heart. I'll be sure to have one ready upon your return to close the contract."
Perhaps it was the familiarity of her acquaintance's voice that brought a slight unwarranted smile to her lips, albeit aloof. After associating with so many unfamiliar faces (partially unfamiliar to be more exact), hearing his voice evoked an odd sense of relief. Was that trail of thought peculiar? Pushing her hair away from her eyes and running her fingers along the hem of her dress, she mused, "Hello to you too."
She spoke only after she had opened the heavy glass door with ease, escaping the sound of busy conversations and laughter. Perambulating across the corridor, she stopped only when she knew that she was completely alone. The sweetness in her eyes had vanished, and so had the slight curve of her lips. The only psychological mask left for her to wear was that of a summoned.
"Do you have a species preference? Human, I'd assume."
Species preference. Human. A pair of terrified eyes flickered past her vision. The sobbing, the begging, the mention of a child at home who was waiting for his arrival. She saw the politician - the father - who choked on the tears that streaked from his own eyes. Running her hand over her forehead, she fell silent for a short while before she realized that Jiyeong was still waiting for an answer. His question had sounded genuine; it would be wise to answer directly. Not that she wasn't truthful to him - she found that she had very little to gain from deceiving one of the last, if not the last, of their own kind. "Human," she agreed concisely.
She would be lying, however, if she said that she had not just debated about asking him one thing: an invitation to his performance as a small addition. She was... curious. After all, she was having a difficult time imagining Park Jiyeong dancing, and she had only heard of it from a couple of charmed strangers. If only they knew, she thought with a twinge of harmless amusement.
"Say," she continued in their native tongue, "you don't usually come to see what's going on at a time like this." It didn't take her much effort to put together that he was most likely nearby. His appearance could be different, but his unique presence never left him, nor did his scent. "Is something concerning you?"
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2018 21:39:52 GMT -5
It was some ways across town. It took some time, but it wasn't much for her. This was the norm, honestly. Running and climbing were skills she'd perfected over the years, leaving her strong and able to analyze the world around her and optimize it for travel.
By the time she got there, it seemed the main team of cops was gone. Hm, how long had this been going on then? The body was still there, and the area was still blocked off to the public. Interesting - so had they found anything. From the roof of the apartment building she was on, it seemed like a simple scene. Maybe a mugging? But if that was the case, surely everything would've been cleaned up already. Frowning a little, she dropped down a couple balconies, grimacing when they creaked. They were old, and likely unreliable if a harsh storm were to hit... However, when nobody looked up, she assumed that it sounded like people coming outside to be nosey or that the remaining police below couldn't hear her. Regardless, she was thankful.
Only a few stories closer to the ground, she couldn't help but sigh. No blood based on the general scents, but she couldn't really tell anything else from there. "Cyneric."
"The cops are busy with the press. They're refusing to answer questions but they also can't get them to leave. Go through the alley behind the apartment and the cameras won't see you - you've got two minutes tops."
"Got it - I'll be home soon, then."
The wolf loved her Witch, she really did. Even when he was passing information to her, he couldn't help but sound just the slightest bit worried. It was understandable - she was a little reckless sometimes, insisting that she could easily handle something that she clearly couldn't. She also got arrogant with some of her jumps, but she hadn't broken any bones. Recently. There was also the fact that half the time, she had to rely on the idea that people took her at face value. She was small, and depending on what she was doing, looked very much the part of an uneducated human. That usually did the trick during ingredient collection or information extortion, but sometimes she had to get a little physical. Maybe that was the part her Witch worried about the most. Not that she couldn't handle herself, but that she'd come home wounded. Or not at all.
Ah, but this wasn't the time for such worries. She had things to do and was wasting her own time. So, Tanja made the short jumps from balcony to balcony before she started to decent. Landing silently on the ground below, she took a quick glance around. The alley was behind her, and the full scene of the crime laid before her. She stayed still for an extra ten second, looking over each officer. It wouldn't take much to take them all down, but that was a fine way to get caught. Nobody was facing the body, rather they were trying to force the press back. Good. So, in she went, body close to the ground as she slunk over to the body.
Alright, what was there? Not much - whoever did this was good at what they did. No blood meant no clean up required but, the lacerations said otherwise. There should have been blood, and she definitely wasn't the one to clean this up. No signs of struggle, meaning it was done in one go. And... Another person in power. Frowning a little, the lupine inhaled deeply. Mostly human... and a twinge of something it. Perfume trying to mask... something. She didn't know this particular stimulus.
"Cerberus."
A lovely thirty-second warning. So she ditched, unwilling to get caught in an effort to try and pick up more information. Having been caught several times before, she was sure the feds would simply adore having her back in their clutches. Petty theft, breaking and entering, possible homicides. She had a good record going for her, but it seemed they could never get anything to stick. They couldn't even get her for every death of the hunters' organization. But, they had records of every time she was brought it, which had happened more times than she was willing to admit. Tanja Luule, the criminal who'd never spent more than a few days in jail for any crime, the five foot three Werewolf that showed no mercy to those who threatened her, the woman who constantly evaded proper arrest because any and all evidence suddenly disappeared. Tanja Luule, the innocent girl who help run a potion shop.
Before long, she stood up and was sprinting noiselessly down the alley, taking a running leap onto the building ahead and hoisting herself up ledge by ledge. "I'll be home shortly. Do yourself a favor, though, and don't be so worried, I mean c'mon. What're you, my dad?" She couldn't say it without a small laugh leaving with her words. She already knew the answer.
"Uh, yes. Yes, I am."
--- Being able to talk to his partner, summoned or otherwise, brought on a sense of familiarity. He'd be lying if he said it didn't value the feeling, however, he wouldn't admit it freely. There was something calming about hearing her that he'd accepted some time ago. Maybe it was because it granted him the knowledge that he wasn't alone species-wise. Or perhaps, being alone had been taking a larger toll than he realized. It wasn't that she was granting him companionship perse, rather it was the idea that he didn't really interact with many people due to his nature. After the hunts had finally come to an end, all interaction outside of dancing had ceased. Nothing had changed since then, and he likely wouldn't change it now.
Still, hearing the other Gumiho was nice. Though, he found that he'd failed to greet her properly based on her response. A small pout like expression tugged at his features. "Please forgive me, I should have greeted you properly." There was a pause. He wasn't sure if there was a way to fix the fact that he'd failed to greet her. Likely not, as there wasn't really a way to go back an fix it. At least, not a known way.
Instead, he let the conversation carry on. Sadly, that's not what happened. No, the pause continued. She was likely thinking on the question he posed for her. His first assumption was Human, as those were harder to obtain simply due to how the society was. This made them something close to a delicacy, especially if it the heart was healthy. When an answer was received, he gave a hum of acknowledgment. Right, human it was then. That wouldn't be too hard as there were a large number of people that seemed to enjoy jogging at night... What was one more murder? As long as it wasn't anybody important, it didn't matter much.
When the other spoke up once more, he noted the language. Honestly, he was appreciative - speaking in their native tongue was much more comfortable for him. The question, on the other hand, was a new one. Concerned? No, not really. Just bored, curious, if you will. Glancing around himself, he noted that he was still alone in the alley. Surely she was still in the restaurant, but it was more than likely she knew he was around.
He hadn't answered yet, and she was surely waiting. "I suppose you could say I grew curious. I have no concerns as of now as you've never given me reason to have any. You're very good at what you do." Another pause. Well, now that he thought about it... "I would like to have your honest opinion, however. I've summoned you quite a lot, and I've started to feel as though I could offer you more to compensate you for your time. If there is anything, what would you ask of me? Naturally, it will be added onto the usual and carry through to any future contracts." It was something he took very seriously. Taking up people's time failed to be something he found joy in, unless they were worshiping him, of course.
But that's not what this was. He'd summoned her, and he was determined to pay her properly.
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Jul 25, 2018 10:50:51 GMT -5
He scanned over the files Anel mailed him one last time before he closed them on his laptop. All the crime scenes were, he'd realized, irrelevant to their current case. He'd begun with a case that had started with the grim sight of bodies strewn across asphalt, and it had only continued on from there. A body so mutilated it barely even looked like the remnant of a human; claw marks over a pale face; deep holes on a neck; a body burnt so crisp the nose had looked skeletal and charred bones had shown through skin. They had been the doing of a demon, werewolf, vampire, and mage, all whom had left something behind for the police to find. Leaning back in his seat with his coffee now cold, Remi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. If a supernatural wasn't behind all these current systematic incidents, then... what exactly was?
Remi's gaze temporarily fell on a folder at the corner of the monitor, away from the gruesome files. His digit hesitated over the mouse before he pressed on it. An image popped up, filling a majority of the screen: there were six familiar faces, all of which exhibited a lopsided smile. Two police officers with free shoulders and two others who each held a child. They looked into the camera as if they had never known grief. He'd been told many times that the brown eyes of the children had looked so much like those of his by the four detectives. He remembered taking the picture all those years back as a small token to keep for the future.
He wished he hadn't.
He faced the enmity of his phone alarm half an hour later. With his brown eyes half-lidded from sleep, Remi rolled over to pick it up. The low display read:
5 : 0 0 A M Resting the crook of his elbow over his tired eyes, the detective inhaled a decisive breath, gathering up the courage to leave the comfort of his bed. Come on, up you go, he thought, though he could feel the muscle in his limbs complain. A line of light seeped in through the curtains, barely missing Remi's cheek and instead crossing over his shoulder. He could hear the sound of a motorcycle zealously zooming by and the wheels of cars against gravel. Exactly fifty seconds later, his feet touched the cool wooden floor. The refrigerator was empty, which would mean that he would have to visit the bakery store down the street that would open in thirty minutes. After a quick down of coffee, he was walking out to a dark blue sky, watching the slumbering city slowly come to life.
- The lack of things to monitor allowed her to listen to Jiyeong with slack shoulders. As his voice carried over through the phone, she watched people move here and there with light feet. Some ran over to an ice cream stand with their partner while others slipped past thick glass doors. These brief moments, these aimless afternoons, she found, weren't always so bad. She could almost even imagine Jiyeong and herself as a part of the mundaneness, maybe two colleagues making small talk about work or harmlessly complaining about why summer had to be so damn humid. It reminded her of the old days.
So, yes: hearing the other gumiho was, she thought, nice. Of course, given her nature, she would never come to admit it out loud. Acknowledging something so ordinary was almost like laughing, which would defeat the purpose of the identity she had built up for so many years. Her lips did, however, form a small smile at his comment about the missed greeting.
"I suppose you could say I grew curious."
Ah, so it had been his curiosity that had brought him here. She was all too aware that it was an inborn trait for her kind, and she herself was no exception. His next words, however, came unexpectedly; the directness of the compliment startled her. A few different responses emerged in her mind, and she even calmly considered teasing him with a classic: "I couldn't hear you. Can you please say that again?" Instead, she said, "Well, that makes two of us." She made a mental note to try responding alternatively if the chance arose again.
As she listened to Jiyeong's next words, she rested her hand against the ledge of the window. Again, he sounded sincere. Genuine. Earnest, even. "I would like to have your honest opinion, however. I've summoned you quite a lot, and I've started to feel as though I could offer you more to compensate you for your time. If there is anything, what would you ask of me? Naturally, it will be added onto the usual and carry through to any future contracts." It had been a very long time since Yuri had let pleasant surprise get the better of her and show on her face. "Careful there," she answered, "'anything' can be a dangerous word to use."
Let's see... anything, hm?
"How about we start off by grabbing something to drink this weekend?" She asked with a small tilt of her head. "A little bit of your time for mine." She hoped she didn't sound sarcastic, because she wasn't. Throughout most of the time she had worked with Jiyeong, she realized that they hadn't had the leisure to sit down for a simple conversation that didn't involve the city and its politicians and future targets. It wouldn't be so bad, she thought, to just... talk.
And besides, asking for that invitation straight up would be admittedly a little embarrassing.
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2018 13:50:57 GMT -5
The return home had been easy. Well, as easy as it could've been avoiding police car that were either returning to the station or heading to the scene to claim the body. Still, it wasn't like it was much of a burden to her, considering they couldn't see the rooftops through their vehicles. It took maybe half an hour of what she liked to call free-running (she never liked the word parkour) to even see the house. It was fine, though. The feathers were secure it was rather nice out.
Still, she wanted to ensure Cyneric that she was fine.
Ten more minutes had passed before she was dropping in through the open sunroof on the third floor. Standing up straight, she drew in a large breath, setting her hands on her hips as she tried to correct her breathing. She hoped he needed no more than three feathers, otherwise, he'd be getting them himself. She refused to get felt up by another Angel... and she wanted a shower.
So she headed for the door, admiring the plants along the way. She still found it interesting that the Witch had managed to turn the third floor into a greenhouse with one-way glass on all sides, including the roof. The outside world was unable to look in, but from her, she had quite the view, and the plants got what they needed. It was nice here. Well, not right now because it was much too hot after her outing. Still, the plants around her created a nice environment. Most of the plants were ingredients, but since she was brought here, the idea of growing normal flowers as well had become more appealing to Cyneric. Was it his idea? No, not really. Could he say no to her? Also no.
Pushing the button beside the door to close the open portion of the roof, Tanja made her way downstairs. It was a quick trip, and it didn't take long to the find the other supernatural in the kitchen. "Hello, love, I've returned."
Cyneric turned away from the oven, grinning as he pulled out his earpiece and set it on the counter. "Good, I just put the ziti in. C'mere so I can get the feathers and you can get a shower."
Ah, he knew her so well. -
Friday morning rolled around quickly. Her witch was quite the child at times - he sent her out at exactly 5:12 in the morning to obtain his favorite baked good. The secret-recipe muffins the bakery made each Friday. He liked them fresh, and he liked them in mass amounts to get him through the week. So, in an effort to not struggle to get on pants while she was still practically asleep, the canine had pulled on a simple t-shirt dress and sandals.
Did the weather call for it? She had no idea.
Still, Tanja set out on the fifteen-minute walk to the little bakery as the sun rose. She ran her hands through her hair repeatedly in an effort to make her short curls presentable. Hopefully, they were presentable... she couldn't see them right now.
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Standing in an alley for so long really wasn't his thing. It wasn't long before he was leaving the alley once more, watching the people as he went. They seemed very... carefree. All enjoying their time, going through with little domestic tasks that seemed to keep their stress levels down. Hm... Perhaps it was something to consider. After all, it seemed to work for everyone else. It was rare that he took the time to complete meaningless tasks that would, in the end, keep him somewhat relaxed. Most of his time was dedicated to either his ambitions or rehearsals. There was no in between. Maybe he did need some downtime...
Her first response was somewhat unexpected. He never gave compliments for them to returned, that was never his purpose. Praise was given were praise was due. Yuri... Well, she didn't truly know much of what he did. She knew a large amount on his planning skills, however. He took detailed plans and time management very seriously. Unbeknownst to her, he took his dancing just as serious. Sure, it was something of a hobby, but that was no reason not to give one hundred percent.
Still, he thanked her genuinely, now left to wonder how much she actually knew of him.
"Careful there, 'anything' can be a dangerous word to use." Jiyeong couldn't help the amusement that permeated his visage, unable to keep himself from grinning a little. The creature couldn't begin to describe why, but the statement caused a soft chuckle to escape him. "I like to think I know danger quite well." If anything, he was the cause of danger. Well, they were the cause of danger. They both did their fair share of killings... hers were just more publicized.
The response to his question was unexpected, to say the least. "How about we start off by grabbing something to drink this weekend?" It wasn't an odd request, but it was just unexpected. There was no hint of sarcasm, and the same went for ill will. Well, he had begun to entertain the idea of more domestic outings, and he did say anything, didn't he? "Of course. We'll finalize those plans tonight, then. Now, I wouldn't keep your date waiting - humans do tend to get suspicious." He was still grinning a bit, and part of him was sure it could be heard in his voice.
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Aug 2, 2018 12:24:38 GMT -5
"I like to think I know danger quite well."
She heard the grin in Jiyeong's voice. Much to her own dismay, she realized that her own lips had twitched upwards, showing the barest hint of a smile. Most interactions left her indifferent and unsatisfied - left her smiling a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. It was odd how that seemed a little different with this particular supernatural. Her voice remained aloof as it always sounded, but it wasn't unkind. It was even, one could say, mildly humorous without any bite. "I don't doubt you."
They were, after all, the beings who had doomed the cops with all-nighters.
"Let's," she said when he spoke about finalizing plans, leaning away from the ledge of the window and turning to face the long corridor ahead. It was then she saw a family of four leave the restaurant, striding off into the distance with joy on their faces. The muscle in their shoulders were loose, indicating leisure. Not that careless ease was bad, it just looked... nice. She curiously observed the youngest child's face, which brightened into a laugh at whatever her elder sister had just said. She could almost see someone in the young girl and her sibling, walking hand in hand towards a future that was colored in both orange and red.
Ah, yes. Her date. His following words reminded her of the politician, and Yuri soon broke out of her reverie. Staying outside for too long would most certainly evoke curiosity, and she knew all too well how much destruction it could wreathe once it clicked. Tucking her auburn hair behind her ear, she headed over to the doors that her date waited behind. "Humans do tend to get suspicious," she agreed, acknowledging the amusement in his voice with that of her own. "I'll hang up for now. See you in a bit."
For now, she had a request to complete.
- The mahogany apartments were narrow and lanky and bunched in a quiet neighborhood where very little occurred despite how bustling and impatient and loud it was just minutes away. It was, for a lack of better description, an old yet simple place with cracked and arched windows. Several tall brick steps lead up to the front doors, framed by short black railings. There was an indefinable, almost rusty, charm to the place that the still-sleep-dazed investigator quietly welcomed; silence was difficult to come by in a thriving city. It was for this very reason he had chosen to live here, save for the fact that it was fairly close to the station. Conveniently enough, the bakery was only five or so minuets away, making it a frequently visited store for many of the residents, including himself.
Unfortunately, despite how familiar the streets were, some of the events that occurred on them were unpredictable. When he bumped into someone after rounding a corner, Remi's dark brown eyes widened. "I'm sorry, are you all right?" He asked as he took a step back to give them their personal space. Though his voice remained calm as always, it was evidently apologetic. The collision hadn't been strong enough to knock them down, thankfully, but that still didn't change the fact he hadn't kept a safe distance from the walls to avoid a sudden collision.
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Post by Myst on Aug 2, 2018 20:30:23 GMT -5
It wasn't that he didn't smile often. Despite who he was as a person, he wasn't one to keep his emotions from portraying themselves on his visage. In terms of emotions, he had a tendency to be an open book. It was common to misread his face, however, the more positive emotions were easy to discern from one another. Even while he expressed himself, he still somehow appeared formal and somehow graceful. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself, or simply the way people were used to him addressing them and acting that granted him the aura of grace.
When she agreed that humans did, in fact, get suspicious, he hummed a little. He was passing the restaurant once more, and he couldn't help but peer through the window as he went. Hm, well it seemed he hadn't grown curious enough to leave the table. Interesting... Still, he continued on his way. "See you in a bit." He hummed in acknowledgment, find the call had ended shortly after. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, the gumiho found himself walking down a more familiar path.
It would take him to his beloved dance studio. If all went perfectly, he had about forty minutes before he would have to return home. That gave him thirty minutes to dance, and ten to acquire a fresh heart. For him, that sounded wonderful. In reality, he'd been itching to get back to the studio. He didn't have another performance lined up for the next two months, but it was just a pleasant activity. Enjoyable, but still with purpose.
As he made quick travels down the street, a tingling feeling spread across his body. Frowning, he slowed down as the feeling grew to a burning sensation. It wasn't often he got summoned... Within the next few seconds, his body had seemingly disintegrated while simultaneously rebuilding itself in a chapel-esque building.
Heaving a sigh, he took a quick look around him. About twenty people, mostly human, were knelt around the summoning circle he now found himself in. Jiyeong took notice to how they were dressed relatively the same; traditional clothing, long beaded necklaces with colored accents, and if they could, their hair was wrapped into a bun. Interesting - this particular group hadn't summoned him in a long while. So, he shed his disguise and took to his spiritual form. This more natural form came on in a short blaze of blinding light, leaving him with nine tails and fox ears peeking out from under black hair. He laid his gaze on the human with the book in front of them.
"What would you ask of me?"
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It wasn't like her to go walking around when she was half asleep. It left her vulnerable and she made stupid mistakes. She forgot to use her heightened senses to ensure everything was well and she was in the right spot and found herself rubbing her eyes all too often. It was wasn't a good situation for anybody involved. She also lost the ability to drink in the sights and other stimuli because she was so focused on paying close attention to where she was or rubbing her eyes. It was one or the other, there was never an in between.
It wasn't often that Cyneric sent her out like this, especially knowing she hadn't gotten much sleep. Normally, he'd go out himself if she hadn't gotten enough sleep to wake up on her own. But the potion shop, which was conveniently attached to their home by a catwalk, had an early client. Apparently, they were paying a good sum of money for a small group of potions and a side job. She understood that the witch didn't want to miss out on that kind of business and that he wanted to open early specifically for this person. Sadly, that meant that she had been forced awake to go and retrieve his beloved muffins.
The canine didn't mind, really she didn't. She just really valued sleep.
That being said, this morning was like every other morning she got sent out before waking up on her own. She had already passed the bakery, though was too busy rubbing her eyes in an effort to wake up to even realize her mistake. By the time she was putting her hands down to yawn, she was walking straight into another living creature. Yelping, Tanja stumbled backward, taking a moment to regain her balance. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I just woke up and-" When she finally looked at the stranger, she found she was eye level with somebody's pectoral muscles.
Wait, pectorals?
Dark eyes traveled upward until she finally found a face - a face that she had to tip her head to actually see. "Damn, you're one tall guy..." She couldn't stop the comment. It wasn't often she was this reminded of her own height. Yet here she was, literally looking up at him. 'He isn't bad to look at either...' Sure, the thought was uncalled for, but it wasn't as if he knew what she was thinking.
Still, she grinned, reaching up to rub the back of her neck. Despite how her face didn't show it, the embarrassment was very clear in her eyes. "I'm really sorry. I just woke up and I usually don't go anywhere this early - I was so busy rubbing my eyes I forgot to look up. I'll just, uh, get out of your way then." She took a step to the side so that he could pass. In reality, she just wanted to escape the situation so she could wallow in embarrassment at the bakery. "I'm sure you've got places to be, and I should've been to the local bakery by now, so I won't hold you up!" She was so intent on leaving this new situation that she didn't even realize the scent of baked goods was behind her.
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Aug 5, 2018 12:46:01 GMT -5
When his gaze met the warm eyes of this stranger, he found another apology forming on his tongue. There's no need to apologize. I'm at fault, too, he was about to say. And it was true - he hadn't been paying enough attention near a blind spot such as this one. Remi was stopped, however, by her next words, which almost inspired a break in his stoic visage. Not because of any other reason, really, the detective had simply been caught off guard. "Damn, you're one tall guy..."
Thankfully, before his uncertainty evoked a beat of awkward silence, she spoke up with a grin.
I'm sure you've got places to be, and I should've been to the local bakery by now, so I won't hold you up!"
The local bakery? He thought with a quirked brow as she hurriedly stepped to the side. He found his dark eyes travel over to the modest store behind her, which had come to life with its homely ambient lighting. He couldn't really help it; for the first time in months, Remi felt his lips wiggle into a small smile. "I was heading over there myself," he said, his voice composed yet not unkind.
Now, Remi wasn't much of a conversation starter, nor was he one to speak up in a way like this. Perhaps it was the evident embarrassment in the stranger that compelled him to speak, though. "Are you here for their muffins? I hear they're infamous." Instead of physically indicating the bakery's location, he subtly directed her attention to the two people who had already approached its doors. "It seems that they run out rather quickly."
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Post by Myst on Aug 8, 2018 17:44:06 GMT -5
She was normally very good at not running into others. She liked to pride herself in seldom walking into people or other objects for that matter. Sadly, rubbing her eyes for more a straight minute really impaired her skills. Apparently, it also left her susceptible to feeling very short. Of course, she didn't expect to be running into somebody, but especially not somebody who was this tall. If she were to be honest, it really threw her off to actually have to look up at him.
Still, that really wasn't the focus here.
The focus was the fact that he was probably on a schedule and now she was interrupting. Not only that, but she was also making a fool of herself. So, she quickly moved out of the way, hoping to just be rid of this sudden onslaught of embarrassment. Ah, but that would be too nice. Instead, the stranger responded with a hint of a smile on his face. Well, if he was nice to look at before he was even more so now. To top it off, he was headed for the bakery as well. Sure, Tanja would get to have a better look at him, but at what cost? That really meant she'd have to dwell on this little incident. Even still, she gave a slight nod while trying to grin away the emotion that her eyes unveiled. "Really? Then we can go together."
That was fine. She'd be able to bear the shame a little longer. That is, she thought she would've been able to. The lupine felt curiosity begin to gnaw at her as he spoke up about the muffins and gave a subtle gesture. So... he wanted her to look at something right? She only gave a slow nod to the man's statement, turning around slightly. It didn't take long for dark chocolate eyes to land on the bakery's entrance, which was closing slowly behind a few that had already found there way inside. Staring, she found a second wave of embarrassment wash over her. Only a moment later she was sighing and hanging her head, refusing to even look up at the person she'd run into just moments before. "Cool. Yeah, alright, awesome. Whatever." Lifting her head slowly, Tanja looked at Remi with pure defeat in her eyes. Yet, she smiled. "I'm sure the public has had enough - let's watch me make a fool of myself inside, yeah?" ---
"Oh Great Fox, we offer this heart in thanks for your presence."
The woman with the book spoke up. This was clearly some sort of ritual... He didn't remember this one. Well, he remembered being offered heart each time he showed up, which was never optional, but he didn't remember that particular word choice. Still, one of the others dressed in the same robes and beads lifted the platter that the organ was placed on, though they never rose from their kneeling position or look up to his face. Interesting... He did like this treatment. Picking up the bloody thing with claw-like nails, he easily consumed it, cheeks splitting apart as he opened his jaws to accommodate its size.
Hm... It was still fresh, though it would have been better five minutes earlier. Still, he wouldn't complain.
As the platter was set back down, the woman who seemed to be in charge began to speak once more and the creature’s cheeks reformed themselves. "Great Fox, we ask nothing of you this day. Instead, we offer a fresh sacrifice in hopes that you will look upon us, your loyal followers, with kindness. We hope that you would grant us good fortune in the coming days." As she spoke of a sacrifice, one of the members of the circle stood. Definitely human - he looked young, no older than twenty... Innocent too.
To top it off, he looked extremely healthy.
While Jiyeong assessed the human, who honestly looked a little eager to die at his hand, he just thought. Would his heart suffice for Yuri. He was clearly human, and it seemed he was healthy. The beads around his wrists whispered to him of a clean medical record and a healthy lifestyle. These things were indications of a wonderful heart. "Come here." The command was simple and was quickly followed. He'd forgotten how eager gumiho followers were to please.
Lifting a hand, Jiyeong plucked one of the beads from his bracelet and held it out to the human. It seemed that what he wanted was easy to guess, as the sacrifice opened his mouth and allowed the bead to be placed on his tongue. Good. "I will return tonight for my bead and your heart. You are to stay here so that I may find you. Until then, grant your new found knowledge to your peers," pausing, the Gumiho, glanced at all those around him. "I'll see to it that good fortune smiles upon the lot of you." He was met with many thanks and phrases of praise. It was nice to hear, but he wanted to be in the studio.
So, he made use of his beads once more, vanishing the same way he appeared. It was barely a moment later he found himself in his studio. Two beads gone but only one to be remade... Not a terrible night. So long as he had time to get through at least one routine, he'd be completely satisfied.
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2019 13:27:19 GMT -5
Gumiho (구미호)
Closer to being a god than any other species can dream of, the Gumiho is quite the creature. Traditionally known to be women, they seduced men to then consume their hearts and thusly sustain their own life. Only thought to be a legend of Korean descent, Gumiho were known to be malicious by nature, however, this was not always the case. Gumiho can be seen in various other cultures by other names, however, in other cultures, they aren't seen as purely evil. Rather, they are seen with an ambiguous moral compass, with the ability to either be good or bad. It is unknown as to when this became the case in Korean culture, but it is what it is now. It could be due to the creature's association with the fox. That is to say, the fox is viewed as sly, cunning, and a trickster across most cultures. A Gumiho originates from a fox that lives a thousand years, and thusly retains its traits. This could be why most still view the creature as inherently evil. This fails to be the case for a small portion of Gumiho. While most Gumiho can be said to be malicious, there is a small portion of them are known to help humans. Sadly, these few receive a bad rep due to the rest of their species. The few that are benevolent have made quite a name for their species, as Gumiho are worshiped as deities by a group that is relatively small compared to the size of the population of the rest of the world. Gumiho are known most notably for the way they look and travel. They've been known to float instead of walk at the best of times. In terms of looks, they're rarely consistent. This species has the ability to change any and every aspect of their appearance at will, giving them the ability to look like any human they so wish. However, they have three core forms; the natural human form, the spiritual form, and the fox. In spiritual form, a Gumiho will always have a foxes ears, either one or all nine tails, and their eyes appear more fox-like. They also tend to appear in more traditional clothing, although this seems more based on the creature's personal preference. As a fox, a Gumiho will stand anywhere from four to six feet tall at the shoulder and will always have all nine tails. As for travel, just like many other things, they use their beads. Each Gumiho is equipped with powerful beads - whether they be twin bracelets, a necklace, belt or otherwise - that grant them untold knowledge that never quite reaches the level of omnipotence as well as other abilities. The beads can be used to perform basic spells of all types that would drain other creatures of energy. They can also use these beads to teleport, however for each bead used a new one must be crafted. Crafting a new bead takes seven days and often drains the Gumiho of large amounts of energy. Alternatively, the beads are used to absorb life essence from other creatures if willing handed over, however, the bead must be reclaimed within three days, otherwise, it becomes useless. If it is stolen, no life essence can be absorbed, and it is in the Gumiho's best interest to reclaim it at all costs. If a bead is consumed by any creature, said creature will be granted the slivers of knowledge that a Gumiho would possess in spurts that seem more like delusions. The deity-like species still has three days to reclaim what's theirs, however, cannot do so without killing the one who's consumed the bead. The beads can only be accessed in human and spirit form, however, a Gumiho can protect itself most efficiently in spirit and fox form. This typically leaves the spirit form as the most powerful for a Gumiho, but this also leaves them vulnerable for exposure. Public exposure is the last thing most of them want, as two hundred years prior to the present, large hunts were held that targetted their species specifically. While the hunts have long since ended, most of the general public wouldn't hesitate to hurt them. Gumiho are able to be summoned through a lengthy process that requires a fresh heart and a knowledge of runes and summoning circles, or at least a book that details them. While liver could work, its much less effective. Upon summoning, the creature is bound to offer to grant the summoner one wish. So long as it is within their abilities, the wish will be granted by using one of their beads, however, unless one is graced by one of the benevolent Gumiho, a negative side effect with accompanying their wish.Demons On par with the Angels in power and yet seen to be worse than them. It's a sad thing, really, considering its only a minuscule group of them that gave the rest a bad name. Demons have been getting the short end of the stick for as long as Humans could walk on two legs, maybe even before that. Even still, they persevered, worship their own deities just as anyone else does. This particular species doesn't age as Humans do, rather they age with societal standards, never seeming to get old. That is to say, Demons are always the epitome of beauty, and they always have been. They are one of two species who's looks follow the societal definition of beauty, making them an unattainable standard. Their looks carry an air of danger that's irresistible rather than off-putting. Besides, who doesn't want to get closer to a lovely looking thing like them? Just know what you're getting into. Demons have no qualms about lying, and they're rather exceptional at it. Typically, only another Demon and Angels can tell when one is lying, and on occasion, Vampires and Werewolves. They can lie, cheat, and steal without receiving repercussions that are programmed in their DNA. On the other hand, Demons are bound to their word. Any promise they make must be kept no matter what, so it's best to make sure you were highly specific. Any Demon that fails to keep their word falls ill. It starts with a cold and progresses until it's fatal unless they follow through. These creatures are known to be able to manipulate the more negative emotions such as sadness, malice, envy, anger, etc., etc.. These sorts of actions, however, do take a large toll on their own energy reserves. A more costly power they have is possession, which, with one wrong move, could end in fatality. It also requires a full day of recovery. Less taxing abilities include magic manipulation (changes levels of external and/or internal magic, rendering all spells, runes, and otherwise worthless for a short amount of time, including their own), teleportation, telekinesis, and summoning of weapons from the shadows that typically poison a target either with impulsions to turn on allies or with actual poison. The magics the practice include energy manipulation, destruction magic, and illusion magic (doesn't change perception, however, creates new things, settings, appearances, or creatures/people for a given amount of time, but no illusion in permanent). Demons are known to be in their weakest state when they appear Human. This is what is known as the no-horn state. This state of being is used for typically day-to-day business, relaxing, recovery, etc.. They can also be forced into it if they become too fatigued. In this no-horn state, Demons can't use possession, weapon summoning, or magic manipulation. On the opposite side of the spectrum lays the horn state. When going into this most natural form, a Demon will enter a state the humans call Hell's Void, which consists of them being physically wrapped in a shadow from head to toe. The shadow appears to be consuming them, building on them. Through this process, a Demon will regain their horns, and the set of animal-esque attribute they were born with. All Demons have claws and a tail of sorts, however, the tail type depends on genetics. Other attributes can include near full body changes, more animal-like leg structure, a snout, extra rows of teeth, different skill color, and even changes to the eyes. This all depends on their DNA. A side note about this species; they can be summoned in a summoning circle with an incantation the witches have kept secret, but only if their full name is known. Angels I'm sure you think they heard your prayers? You'd be wrong, as only a small number of this species are truly heaven sent. In reality, they're nearly the same as Demons until you hit the powers. Most Angels exist the same as any other creature, worshiping their own spirits and looking out for themselves. They are, however, closer to being perfect than you'll ever be. As times change, and what society defines as beautiful changes with it, the species follow. Angels never looking a day over 20, literally. This species is known for being beautiful, almost too much so to behold, all while holding some sort of innocence about their face. This, however, is what makes them stand out so much against a crowd. They're so perfect looking, the epitome of unattainable beauty. This makes them hard to resist when they ask for things, leaving them with the ability of manipulation. Angels can get just about anybody to do absolutely anything, even commit a murder. They can control emotions as well, though typically the more positive ones, as the large cost of their own physical energy. This does come in handy, however, while trying to make somebody feel better about a misdeed. Otherwise, Angels are also capable of possession, which could be fatal, however, can also be worth it. This is the most draining of their abilities and requires a recovery of at least one full day. Much less costly abilities of the Angels include magic manipulation (changes levels of external and/or internal magic, rendering all spells, runes, and otherwise worthless for a short amount of time, including their own), teleportation, telekinesis, and summoning of weapons that use to the sun's energy to deal fire damage. Various magics/abilities can include, energy manipulation, conjuration magic, restoration/healing magic, and alteration magic (alters one's perception of reality for a given amount of time, can also change physical properties but the changes are never permanent). Angels, no matter their intentions, are nearly unable to lie. It is in their nature to tell the truth and nothing but the truth. Most of the time, anyways. Nothing is keeping them from withholding information, however, and those well trained in self-discipline are able to lie and they do it rather well, no matter how much pain it may cause themselves. Angels are clever little things, using words and your own situation to their advantage - if they can twist it to sound like the truth, they just might, no pain required. Witches and Mages are less likely to fall for this, though, because it's a skill they themselves have. Still, they are nowhere near immune to trickery. It is worth noting, though, that an Angel can spot a lie from ten miles away. They find it a little complicated to commit wrongdoings as it goes against their basic nature, and depending on severity, makes them sick. This sickness ranges from a simple cold to a full-on plague. Regardless of the severity, they are weak until it passes. On the other hand, Angels have no qualms about failing to keep their word, so don't ever expect them to keep their promises. This particular species is in its weakest state when its wings are hidden. When unveiled, Angel's back is enveloped in what the Humans only call Heavenly Fire as the wings stretch and take form and the musculature to support them comes to be known. When their wings are visible, an Angel has full access to all of its powers. When an Angel wants its wings hidden, the appendages will burn off, turning to ashes where they stand while the extra musculature eats away at itself until it is no more. In this no-wing state, Angels can't use possession, weapon summoning, or magic manipulation. The no-wing state is used for recovery, simple travel, normal personal business, etc., etc. They can be, however, forced into it if they run out of energy, as they fail to be exempt from fatigue. The wing state is an Angel's most natural form. A side note about this species; they can be summoned in a summoning circle with an incantation the witches have kept secret, but only if their full name is known. Mages If you see a Human flying on their own, then they are no Human. It is, in fact, a Mage. This supernatural species blends in all too well in the Human community. Which, depending on how you see it, can be good or bad for them. Mages are often confused for Witches, and this fact infuriates them more than anything. This is due to the fact that, overall, this species thinks themselves superior to the other. Depending on where you stand, you either agree or disagree. Under normal circumstances, Mages act, look, and age like Humans do. The main difference between the two is that the former has and can utilize internal reservoirs of magic to perform spells that either elevate their own skills and abilities or deal damage to the world around them. That being said, Mages will always have a noticeably longer lifespan than Humans because they have the ability to perform self-healing and self-preserving spells. Typically, this also causes them to age slower than humans if they so wish. Any spell that enhances oneself, a Mage can perform on themselves as well as on others. Enhancement spells performed on others are only a fraction of the strength of the ones performed on themselves, and only last half as long. In terms of spells that deal damage, all smells are elemental, and can thusly include, earth, fire, air, water, electric, energy, and weather spells. Each mage is usually specialized in one element through genetics but is not limited to only spells from that element. Any spell a mage performs is made up of a series of hand/arm movements and always lacks words. The spells do not alter the environment on their own, but once they are wielded, will do what they will. Mages can summon weapons called Bound Weapons. These weapons are made up of magic energy that comes directly from one's own internal magic. That being said, they only last for a certain amount of time, and will quickly drain its user just as any other spell would. Mages share the same weaknesses as Humans, however, are able to negate only some of them with their spells. This fact makes Mages stronger than Humans by a landslide, as the former is now more likely to survive any sort of attack. Witches You came home and, well, your home was gone. Just vanished. It never existed. You don't even remember owning a home anymore - where do you live? That's right, you're homeless. Such a thing is the work of a Witch and another who wants to see you suffer. Witches are often confused for humans, but more often for Mages. Both are infuriating to them, as they find that they're superior to both species. This species is practically Humans, and they're hard to spot. Unless, of course, they make themselves known. Which many do to avoid being confused for other species. This creature draws from magic in their environment rather than internal reserves as they are born with the skill to control the magic the world offers by nature. They use this magic to perform incantations, summonings and create potions. This is what differentiates them from Mages. Incantations affect the environment directly, as well as the creature involved. Many have been known to pay witches to perform incantations on somebody or a group to create misfortune or bring them harm, however, the sum of pay must be large for the Witch to agree. Summonings can be done on the spot as long as there is ample space. Large summons, such as Demons, Angels, and familiars require a summoning circle. The circle doesn't have to be a proper size, but it has to have the proper symbols drawn on the outside of it. Familiars that Witches may keep include powerful spirit animals (often larger and much more dangerous than the animal they embody). The more powerful Witches have the ability to keep Werewolves and Vampires. Keeping a Werewolf or Vampire is dangerous, and they are often kept under control by a binding contract created through a lengthy incantation. Potions created by this species are made with special ingredients that can be obtained naturally, as well as only from certain species. The potions can be made to order and can do most anything the Witch so wishes. Many pay a high price to obtain these potions, and an even higher price if they actually use them. Witches share many weaknesses with Humans but have incantations, summonings, and potions to protect them. This makes them more powerful than the latter. Incantations take about the length as a spell for a Mage, which leaves them vulnerable, however, summoning takes longer, and is extremely draining for them. Even still, a Witch is more likely to survive an attack than a Human. Werewolves It's common knowledge that the modern dog was domesticated from the wolf, now named man's best friend. However, the term takes on a new meaning here. One's inner wolf is surely one's best friend, and Werewolves know this very well. This, however, also keeps them in close touch with their canine instincts. Werewolves are highly territorial, both over their land as well as those they are close to. Unlike Humans, who have evolved to have little to know instincts, this species is more likely to enter fight-or-flight and find trusting their gut extremely easy. Just like their normal canine counterparts, Werewolves find strength in numbers and value the bond between their pack members. In fact, one member can feel when another or several others from their pack is in danger. Mates are matched by the Spirits, meaning once one has found their mate, they are bonded at the very soul, and have a deeper connection than between two pack members. It is not unheard of for one to have more than one mate, but it is not extremely common. The pack mentality runs deeper than the Humans think, however. As deemed by nature, Werewolves live in a hierarchy. There are the alphas, the betas, the omegas, then a class that your typically forest hunters fail to have - the War Wolves. Per pack, there are two alphas (the born alpha and their mate), two to four betas depending on pack size (the born beta(s) and their mate(s)), and a group of highly skilled warriors known as War Wolves. War Wolves can make up anyways from one-fourth to half of the pack depending on the pack's history and is always lead by a beta wolf. Despite this, an alpha's orders supersede the beta's, but this is a rare occurrence as betas are trusted the most by the alphas. Of course, that doesn't mean there haven't been instances of mutiny. Werewolves look no different than Humans, save for the fact that once they'll look 20 years old for 90% of their life, so this makes them hard to pick out. However, vampires, other wolves and certain halflings can tell by scent. Humans, can only tell if one reveals themselves, is caught shifting, is caught doing something that a Human would not be able to, or has yellow eyes as some do. Werewolves are naturally faster and stronger than Humans, allowing them to outpace, out lift, and out much a good portion of species while in humanoid form. They also have extremely heightened senses of smell, sight, and taste, allowing them to hunt and observe their surroundings and circumstances at the same performance level as in wolf form. In terms of shifting, there are many kinds of shifts. Partial shifts (claws, sharpened and typically slightly protruding canines, maybe ears and tail depending on control), half shifts (for a better idea, please see Skyrim lycanthropy), and full shifts (wolf form). Full grown wolves have typically mastered all types of shifts, however, younger wolves can usually only do full shifts. Unlike what Humans seem to think, Werewolves are not forced to shift by the full moon. They do, however, feel an urge to shift to their most uncommon form, whether it be humanoid or wolf. As a wolf, most will stand, on average, six tall at the shoulder, the tallest normal pack member standing at seven feet. Alphas, on the other hand, will stand at eight to nine feet tall at the shoulder on average, distinguishing them from the rest of their members. This helps command respect and loyalty from the rest of the pack as well as lesser creatures. Alphas can also use the Voice of Alphas both in wolf form and humanoid form. The voice forces the will of lesser wolves, as well as lesser creatures, and can also be used on more powerful beings. In this case, however, effectiveness depends on power ratio and will typically fail to bend the other's will completely unless they are weakened. It will, however, startle, stun, or momentarily cause a consideration for whatever words were spoken. Werewolves practice rune magic - this is the only magic this species practice. While they aren't the only species to do so, they are the only species to have the ability to cast any and every rune and do so perfectly. There is a rune for just about anything, and they use it as needed. The most common rune amoung packs is the Life Sense rune, used to communicate to the alphas and war wolves when any given life form enters and exits the territory. Werewolves are weak to silver, as the element gave them severe burns when they come in contact with it. It can be used for torture, and if left in contact with vital areas of the body for too long, will cause death. Vampires Of the many things that go bump in the night, this creature is the one Humans seem to worry about the most. Contrary to their belief, however, 99% of the Vampire community is harmless to them. The other one percent either haven't a lick of sanity, is desperate, or one has incurred their wrath. Otherwise, this species is harmless by choice. Vampires universally feed only animals they catch while hunting, alongside being able to eat normal food. Blood, while being their main source of nutrients, is not their only food source. This does, however, leave them as being large on eating meat if they don't have a steady supply of animal blood. Without a steady supply of blood, a Vampire is left slightly weakened and more prone to contracting illnesses, however, the lack of blood isn't fatal. This species is known to live in groups called covens, a group with a hierarchy that dictates how members act towards each other. At the head of the coven are the Lord/Lady and their mate. The rest of the hierarchy is completed by seniority, meaning the older Vampires have seniority over the younger Vampires. Regardless of rank, however, each member of the coven cares for the others very deeply, and they all share a bond that indicates if one or a group is in trouble. Mates, matched together by the Vampire's diety, share a deeper bond than simple coven members and are inseparable once they've been brought together. The Lord/Lady of a coven can use the Undying Glare to put lower ranking members, as well as lesser creatures in their place as well as bend their will to their own. The Undying Glare, at most, will momentarily stun more powerful beings. Vampires have the ability to shift into a wolf-bat (otherwise known as a flying fox) with a wingspan of eight feet. A half shift consists of the Vampire obtaining the wings and the musculature to match, claws, a bit of a snout, the wolf-bat's ears, and a more animal-like stance comparable to a Werewolf's half shift. A partial shift consists of claws, protruding canines, and the wolf-bat's ears. Blood magic and shadow magic is practiced ONLY by Vampires. Shadow magic is different from a Demon's shadow weapons, as the two don't have any correlation. The effectiveness of blood magic relies solely on a Vampires's level of blood intake; the higher volume of blood intake, the more powerful one's blood magic will be. This practice allows this species to drain the life out of prey or an enemy from a distance, and also brings the caster some nutrients. Absorbed nutrients and life essence will heal as well as strengthens the caster. Using blood magic, a Vampire can bring all blood flow to a sudden stop, or accelerate it to the point of causing heart failure. Shadow magic allows Vampires to send messages through shadows, manipulate a creature by manipulating its shadow (works better on lesser creatures), as well as travel through them. Oddly, Vampires also have the ability to speak to shadows, as a shadow can and often will reveal how a person is truly feeling or bring true intentions to light. Both magics are draining, especially bringing blood to a stop and traveling through shadows. Whether it is positive or negative, the AB blood type is poisonous to Vampires and causes them to fall ill. Depending on how much was taken in, the creature will die. The older vampires who have more experience can sometimes identify a creatures blood type by scent, but even they make mistakes. Even still, older vampires know the taste of each blood type like the back of their hand, and immediately stop consuming if it tastes of AB. Younger vampires are instructed to have their blood tested first before consuming, but many have been felled by the toxin. The effects of the poisonous blood start five minutes after consumption, and depending on the intake volume, a vampire will recover within anywhere from a week to three months. Otherwise, it is fatal. Halflings Oh, woe is them. These poor things shouldn't even exist, yet here they are. Halfings are and experience, some would say. They come in many different sorts, however, they are rare to see for a few reasons, the main reason being fatality. Halfings, due to genetic complications, hardly live to see 25 if they are born, and only live past a year if they are transformed. Demon Halflings and Angel Halflings will never experience Hell's Void and Heavenly Fire respectively, however, they have all the basic powers and abilities. Mage Halflings cannot perform self-enhancing spells, and can only do basic elemental spells. Witch Halflings can create potions and can only perform basic incantations, however, they will never be able to summon anything. The four Halfling subspecies named above can only be born. Werewolf and Vampire halflings, however, can be born or transformed. The way a Human can be transformed is the same for both species; Normally it happens by chance, however, Alphas and Lords/Ladys can purposefully transform somebody. A human must be bitten by one of the species on a full moon for the genetics to fuse properly. The process is painful and lasts a week. As the days progress, the transformed human is eventually bedridden with extreme temperatures, sweats, coughing, and often vomiting and seizures. After the first week, the Human is officially a Halfling. Vampire and Werewolf Halflings can only experience half shifts. Still, many don't survive the initial process. If they live through the first transformation, and the genetics fused properly, the Halfling will experience another bout of illness similar to the first transformation where they are bedridden with the same symptoms. At the end of this week, however, the Halfling will be able to experience all that a natural born Vampire or Werewolf can. Still, they will be forever known as a Halfling. This is extremely rare, however, as the second transformation has a low survival rate, and often is never reached as the two sets of DNA rarely meld together properly. Humans What's there to say about these poor saps? They've only been around for half the time the supernatural species have, and yet, they name themselves superior. Powerless, easily injured, easier to persuade, and yet, they think themselves above every other species. Humans can't even defend themselves with magic or transformations or any other innate skill. Instead, they solely on weaponry, heavy machinery, armor, and other things to attempt to stay alive when being attacked, and even while knowing this, they belittle and demonize every other creature while claiming what never belonged to them. Humans are vile little things. They make every creature that isn't themselves out to be some horrid beast hell-bent on the elimination of the human race. They are weak, and they know it, however just like many species, they find strength in numbers. That isn't hard for them, as over time, they've come to completely outnumber every other species combined. Humans are cruel, making sure anything that isn't human is something of an outcast, always looked at as if they'll attack on sight. They've made it a terrible place for the creatures that had long since lived before them. Over time, the human society and the supernatural society have come to live in 'peace' beside each other, but it happens much too often that another creature is cast out of anything in favor of a human. What else is there to say?
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