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Hunted Rp
Hunted Rp
Hello, everyone! New rp! Now, if you don't know me, I make my rps super organized. So, this rp is about monsters, who aren't really that bad, just misunderstood. People are hunting them down, and in this rp it is about surviving.
Rules:
1. NO OP CHARRIES.
2. Monsters are things like: Vampires, werewolves, witches, ect ect. No monsters made-up by yourself. No exceptions.
3. I will check your post to see if it's allowed.
4. Only 1 or 2 charries, please.
5. You can also make a person who hunts the hunted (Though I know everyone will want to be the hunted).
Form:
Name:
Age:
Appearance and Gender (Please include a lot of imformation in this part):
Personality (Please include a lot of information in this part):
Monster or Hunter:
If monster, type:
Backstory (This is optional, but I would prefer it):
Other:
My charries:
Name: Cain
Age: 15
Appearance and Gender: Male, Jet black slightly long hair. Nearly black brown eyes. Shortish, barefoot. Wears ripped brown pants. Can sometimes wear a black shirt but prefers not to.
Personality: Friendly, but very protective of friends. Is scared of his werewolf powers, and wishes he wasn't a werewolf. Kinda shy, but will say what he thinks is right. Will get into a person's face if they disagree. Powerful.
M or H: Monster
Type: Werewolf.
Backstory: Turned into a werewolf at age 5, kicked out from the house by his family. Lived in the woods with a pack of werewolves, was taught to kill humans, but now lives alone and fears his powers.
Other: Lives in forest.
Name: Willow
Age: 13
Appearance and Gender: Long redish hair, brown eyes. Average height, wears a long brown cloak. Black tanktop and long pants. Boots.
Personality: Proud, a planner, clever. Lies and milipulates others to get what she wants. Harsh, a loner, A bit sarcastic and makes good jokes around her few friends.
M or H: Monster.
Type: Witch
Other: Lives in forest.
submitted by Danie
(May 16, 2015 - 3:18 pm)
(May 16, 2015 - 3:18 pm)
Name: Fiona
Age: 14
Appearance and Gender: Long, RED, wavy hair that falls down to the middle of her back and she usally has it in a braid. Sky blue eyes and lots of freckles. She has a very kind face. She has a peasant skirt and a fur cloak. She has knee high boots and she wears a ruby ring on her finger.
Personality: Quiet and shy. She loves to sing and has a great voice. She rarely smiles, and doesn't have any friends (Not kidding there) Timid and never looks anyone in the eye. Honest and loyal.
M or H: Monster
Type: Siren
Backstory: Her mother died when she was 4, her father became a drunkard and mistreats her. He is a hunter and although Fiona doesn't agree with killing the monsters, she can't do anything. She is a Siren, although no one knows it.
Other: She HATES dresses.
(May 16, 2015 - 5:05 pm)
(May 16, 2015 - 5:05 pm)
(May 16, 2015 - 6:27 pm)
Silvermoon
Age: 13
Gender: F
Appearance: Human: Silver eyes, black hair, silver crescent moon markings on her cheeks descending from eyes. Crescent moon birthmark on her collarbone. She invariably wears black. Tall. Wolf: Silver wolf with the same silver eyes. Sleek coat.
Personality: Tough, but kind to those who matter. Mysterious. A little sarcastic.
Monster
Race: Werewolf
Backstory: Was placed in a basket and onto the river to die as a newborn. A werewolf pack found her, turned her into one, and raised her as their own.
Other: Is now the beta female of the Wro'Schen werewolf pack. Lives in forest.
And I'll use my charrie from the last monster RP, too. But she won't have the backstory.
Sirili
Age: 1300 (13 for a basilisk)
Gender: F
Appearance: A large snake 15 feet long. About 5 feet of her rears up off the ground with 10 feet trailing behind. Her scales look black at first sight but are truly purple. Yellow eyes. Black forked tounge and four-inch fangs. (Can she have wings?)
Personality: Nice mostly but can say mean things without meaning them.
Monster
Race: Basilisk (Winged if you let me)
Backstory: Not much in particular.
Other: Her eyes will only kill or turn to stone of she wants them to.
(May 16, 2015 - 7:19 pm)
Sure! I see no problem with that!
(May 17, 2015 - 11:34 am)
Yay! She looks like a normal basilisk until she unfolds her wings.
(May 17, 2015 - 4:03 pm)
(May 19, 2015 - 3:22 pm)
I was kinda hoping for more people, but we can start!
Willow~
I sit in my cottage, listening to the howling of wolves. No, correct yourself. Werewolves.
Full moon, it is. I grab my wand, peeking into the window. No monster. Good.
I'm a witch. Never exactly wanted to be one. I'm just living on my own. I find it easier that way.
What is that I hear? A vampire. It screeches fill the night. Calm yourself, monsters. You can eat your humans soon.
(May 19, 2015 - 6:07 pm)
Fiona~
"Dad, do you have to go? Are you sure its all right?" I cling to his sleeve.
He shoves me away with a grunt, "Ill be fine. Dont go outside." With that he leaves. He opens the cabin door and takes a step, the darkness swallowing him.
"Goodbye.." I huff quietly. I wait a few minutes then change into pants and a laced shirt that I had hidden. I sit down in front of the fire and open a book, then start to read. A werewolf howls and I shudder. I continue reading and get so enveloped in the book that all other sounds go in one ear and our the other. Until someone screams. I drop the book and shriek, the scream chills me to the bones and i stand up. I grab my cloak and put it on, then, againt Dad's will, leave the cabin. I step into the gloom, only able to see because of moonlight peering behind clouds. I begin walking away from the cabin, my boots crunch in the dead leaves from long dead trees. I pull my hood up, and enter the wood.
My heart thuds against my ribs. I back into a tree. There, in front of me, is a witch. She cackles loudly. She seems younger than me, but I am still scared half to death. She opens her mouth and I shriek, hoping to startle her and keep her from casting any curses on me...
(May 19, 2015 - 11:14 pm)
WAAAAAAIT!!!!!!! I WANT TO JOIN!!!! XD
Name: Dulciana Gorgan
Age: 13
Appearance: Jet black hair with half covering one eye. Deep blue eyes, with one that has a cat like pupil. Pale. Small fangs. Wears a forest green long top. Dark, dark green pants. Black leather boots, belt, and braided headband. Green snakes underneath her hair. Yes. Snakes.
Personality: Quiet. Venomous-ish. Prefers books over people. Loves to garden. Especially when she gets a new statue. SHE BUYS THEM!!! (Most of them). Excepted her power a long time ago. Stays away from humans as much as possible.
Monster
Type: Whatever Medusa was.
Power: When she removes the strand of hair in front of her eye, she can turn people into stone. Only humans, though.
Other: Lives in a cave with a large garden outside.
(May 19, 2015 - 11:00 pm)
Wait. Dulciana has GREEN eyes.
(May 19, 2015 - 11:05 pm)
Hi admins!!!!
Hi, Katydid! It's late here. I'm about to go to bed.
Admin
(May 19, 2015 - 11:20 pm)
OH!!! And she's vegetarian. Chicken is an exception.
(May 21, 2015 - 6:15 pm)
WHOOPS!!! I wanted to make two charries. Add some diversity.
Name: Rowena Smith
Age: 14
Appearance: Messy brown hair in a low ponytail tied with a blue ribbon. Blue eyes. Lots of freckles. Wears a blue dres. *Used to be* white, wripped tights. Brown boots. A silver heart shaped locket with pink designs around it. Brown cloak. Has a small dagger.
Personality: Smart. Adventurous. Playful. Loves to climb trees. And read in trees. Clumsy. Doesn't know what to believe.
Hunter, but turned good, (If that's okay with you, Danie).
Backstory: Her mother was killed by a savage werewolf when Rowena was 9. The last thing she has of her is her locket. Her father is VERY over protective.
(May 19, 2015 - 11:16 pm)
Silvermoon~
I feel the supermoon's power. Oh, if only I could change now! But we must wait. Wait until Father Day has entirely slunk away and Mother Night rules the sky. Some lycanthropes fear the change. But the Wro'Schen do not. The Wro'Schen do not cower in fear. We conquer. The last of Father Day's light slips away. The moon's power pulses in my veins. The alpha male and my partner, Clawstrike, is by me. I look at him, at the silver claw markings on his face, at his dark eyes and hair. "Ready?" I ask.
"Ready as I'll ever be," had says.
We face the moon and howl. In the howl are all my feelings. My impatience released. My love for transformation conveyed. Finally.
My features elongate and become a wolf snout as my teeth grow into fangs. My ears slide up to the top of my head as they morph into wolf ears. My clothes melt into my skin and become fur as my hands and feet become paws and I land on all fours. Then finally I feel my tail. My transformation is complete. I look over at Clawstrike. His is, too. Where a boy had been standing there was a black wolf.
The Wro'Schen werewolf pack take off into the shadows of Mother Night, Clawstrike and I in the lead.
(May 19, 2015 - 11:24 pm)