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Ashildr leaned against the car, trying to keep up a calm facade while staring at her cell phone. She had gotten it precisely for this purpose, really: that when the time came, she would be able to lean against something, plug in her earbuds, and text like she was some high schooler in Starbucks.
Luckily, it was only about nine o'clock, and nobody was asleep at that time. Ashildr was able to have a very realistic conversation as she waited. Hey, Ash, what's up? U shud come over tomorrow: we're having spaghetti.
Nah, won't be able to make it. We're going to a movie.
Cool, which one?
Dad's an Emma Watson fanatic.
Say no more.
Well, at least she had appropriate friends.
"Honey, are you doing okay?" Ashildr looked up at the officer, who was bending slightly to be face to face with her. "I know this is rather traumatic for you."
"I'm fine," she replied, shrugging with a teenage air.
"Good. Then you won't mind if I ask a few questions."
"Fire away." She had prepared for this.
"What's your full name?"
"Aishling Luna O'Brien. I'm Irish."
"What about your father's?"
"Michael William O'Brien." That wasn't true. His name was Áed.
"Where were you two headed?"
"We were going to the movies in the strip mall up ahead, to see Beauty and the Beast." That was, technically speaking, true. They were going to hide in the movie theater.
"Thank you. I'll come back if I need to ask you anything else." Ashildr noticed the obvious lack of what happened? She, of course, had an answer ready, but it wasn't needed. The smashed driver's-side window, cowering daughter, and beaten father showed it all.
They hadn't made it. Somehow, their chasers had missed Ashildr, but there was still the matter of her father. Dead, the medics had said. Rediculous, Ashildr knew. All she had to do was get to him and everything would be fine.
Everyone there was very distracted. The flashing lights and CAUTION tape sent even the policemen into a panic. This was a small town; nothing like this had ever happened before, and there was only so much you could do. That made it much easier for Ashildr to sneak right up to her father's body and wrench his jaws open.
"Taispeáin dom má tá sé ina chónaí," she whispered. "Ostende mihi vivit."
A thick white smoke billowed from her mouth and down his throat, spiralling and contracting, writhing as it entered its new host. But it soon billowed, overflowed, and poured out of his mouth again. "No. Impossible. Taispeáin dom má tá sé ina chónaí. Ostende mihi vivit. Ostende mihi vivit!"
No matter how many times she repeated the spell, it was painfully obvious.
Her father was dead.
Ashildr wrenched open the backseat door, crawling into the car and hefting out one of the cushions. There was a messenger bag there, smushed from being hidden so long, but ready if she ever had to flee. Ashildr snatched it up, slung it over her shoulder, and got out of the car again, sprinting into the woods.
When she was far enough away, she pulled out a flashlight from the bag and rummaged around for the notebook. That was the most important thing, bigger than even the map. If the notebook was not there, all was lost.
She breathed a sigh of relief as her hands closed around its hard leather surface, pulling out the brown-binded book and flipping it open. Her father's handwriting had not changed in thousands of years: it was still almost impossible to decipher. Still, she only needed to refresh her memory, not learn anything anew.
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THE CONTENTS OF THE NOTEBOOK
On your travels, you will encounter many creatures, and it is essential that you know how to recognize them, and battle them if need be. Know that all magical creatures are either immortal or undead, so the methods for defeating them must be followed to the letter. The rarities are from one to five, one being the rarest and five the most common. Please be careful, my darling. Remember, every magical creature can transform themselves to look human, so be alert at all times.
Species: Dragon
Rarity: 1 - there are many of us in this world, but almost all are hibernating and healing. I doubt you will come across another waking dragon on your travels.
Types: Riding (that is you, my dear - designed for others to fly on, red-scaled); hunting (as I am, made to seek out prey and capture it, blue-scaled); fighting (the most dangerous of all, I pray that you do not meet one of these vicious creatures on your quest, black-scaled); breeding (like your mother, made purely to keep the species alive. Beware - they have a violent streak, purple-scaled).
Powers: Fire-breathing, flight, impenetrability (do not let anyone get under your scales or you shall be truly doomed).
Identifying features: long, claw-like nails; wild hair; short build. It is possible they may show you their wings, but unlikely.
Weaknesses: If you ever find yourself fighting a dragon, get your claws under their scales before they get under yours. You are agile and quick, like all of your type; most other dragons are slow, but harder to breach the defenses of. Fighting dragons do not have scales on their stomachs, so if you do find yourself battling one, get under them. Just remember: this lack of scales makes them the quickest of the dragons, so beware.
Immortality: It is impossible to kill a dragon, as you know. But we can be mortally injured, and fall alseep to heal our wounds. This happened to you when you attempted to join the American Revolution, do you recall? You slept through much of the Western Expansion. Remember that dragons are one of the oldest species on this planet, and can come from as long ago as Ancient Greece.
Species: Pixie
Rarity: 5 - they normally travel in packs, and there are many around this world.
Types: Flying (Flying Pixies are often called fairies by the humans because of their wings and small shape); shape-shifting (one of the trickiest, as they use these powers to pass off as anything and then wreak havoc); spell-casting (the most dangerous, as they are tiny, powerful targets); boogieman (terrifying pixies, ones that prefer scaring humans as opposed to their other, prankster relatives).
Powers: Invisibility, changing their height (each type of pixie has a separate set of powers.)
Identifying features: A small, skinny build; short hair; freckles; a light, common laugh; pointed ears in some cases.
Weaknesses: All pixies cannot resist a good joke, and will fall over laughing; they especially appreciate slapstick. Flying Pixies' wings are incredibly delicate and can be harmed simply by touching them. If you can find a way to silence a Spell-Casting Pixie, they are completely harmless. Boogieman Pixies detest the light, especially sunlight.
Immortality: Pixies are easily confined, and it is difficult for them to escape almost any cage, but they cannot die, as they don't have blood in their veins or a heart to pump it. Remember that Pixies are generally not more than a few hundred years old, as they first started appearing in the sixteenth century.
Species: Mermaid
Rarity: 3
Types: Selkie (shifters, though they are limited to mer-shape, sea creature-shape, and human-shape), Siren (the most beautiful, with singing voices that will lure anyone towards them - but beware, for they are the singular carnivorous species of mermaid); Maiden (the ones most commonly seen by humans, and a completely useless breed in my opinion).
Powers: They do not breathe, resistance to pressure, inhuman strength, communication with sea creatures
Identifying features: Very long hair, an attachment to water, flirtatious nature,
Weaknesses: Mermaids dehydrate if they are out of the water too long, and become weak and susceptible. In order to shift into their creature-shape, Selkies need their skin (often a piece of clothing), and are stuck as a human/mermaid without it. Sirens admire voices as beautiful as theirs and will let you free if you impress them. Maidens are flirtatious and weak, though they have a tendancy to befriend other, stronger sea creatures - beware of those.
Immortality: Mermaids do not breathe, and therefore do not need lungs; they have no blood to react to pressure with. They can feel pain, but are not damaged by attacks. The best thing to do is render them incapable of whatever they are attempting. Remember that mermaids are creatures that first came about during the Reconaissance, though ones that old have generally retired to the middle of the ocean by this time.
Species: Vampire
Rarity: 4
Types: Pack (travel in groups and are very vicious when together. They are very loud and blend into crowds, trying to isolate groups to attack.); Lone (travel alone, very bloodthirsty. Usually hunt in small areas, blend in with the background, and attack singular people).
Powers: Turning into bats, knowing their exact location at all times, a limited teleportation, night vision
Identifying features: Overlarge canines, a goth dressing style, overly pale skin
Weaknesses: Vampires dislike garlic, and enough of it will make them hesitate before attacking you, though it is not the best weapon. They are not susceptible to holy water or crosses, so DO NOT USE THESE. Wooden stakes are the best, though they are also injured by silver. They detest sunlight, though it will not kill them, and lightbulbs/flashlights have no effect.
Immortality: Vampires are undead. They do not have blood, but they do have a heart. Piercing this heart will cause them to return to their grave - the time depends on the severity of the wound - before they can walk the Earth again. Remember that vampires average at about two hundred years old, though they first began appearing in the eighteenth century.
Species: Werewolf
Rarity: 3
Types: Hybrid (can turn into a wolf at will, generally very bloodthirsty and dangerous creatures even as humans); Moon (only turn into a wolf at the full moon, though they still have dangerous qualities as humans); Lycanthrope (can turn into a wolf at will, though also turn into one at the full moon; at this time they have no control over their actions, and tend to be rather docile otherwise).
Powers: Shifting into wolves, inhuman strength, inhuman agility, night vision
Identifying features: A lot of hair, scarring, a tall stature, sharp teeth
Weaknesses: Werewolves are injured by anything silver, and even touching it against them will make them cry out in pain. Other weapons don't even harm them, however. They detest getting wet and will avoid water at all costs.
Immortality: Werewolves can die. However, if you kill them, they are not destroyed; a hundred years after dying, they return as an Undead, and the only way to fend them off is returning them to their grave, similar to a vampire. Remember, werewolves can be ordinary humans with their lifespans, but once they die they can be hundreds of years old - I once meta 567-year-old Lycanthrope when I was searching for your mother.
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I actually get to talk now.
Okay, so, that was a big info dump, but please read it - everything there is important, and stuff you need to know. There's actually stuff I didn't even mention, which I will clarify in the actual writing when we get to that.
First things first. This is a solo write, not an RP. Sorry, everyone. However, in this solo write, I am requesting that you do not, actually, base your character off yourself. Design it like you would in an RP; make it anything you want. However, I need you to be REALLY SPECIFIC. I don't want to mess up anything while writing this, so I need as much info as possible on your charries.
As much as you needed to read, I had to write. I don't think I can stand writing another creature bio right now. So, if you notice that I'm missing an obvious one, poke me and I'll decide if I want to include it. Got another creature in mind? Give me the name and I'll decide if I want to have it there! If I do, I'll give you a bio for it - if not, you can choose one of the ones above, or request a different one.
I'll accept ten people in this, maybe a few more if I feel generous.
Here's the charrie sheet! Please keep the characteristics of your species in mind while filling it out. I'll correct you if something doesn't line up.
Name:
Age:
Species/Type:
Gender:
Appearance:
Clothing:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Family:
Background:
Other:
submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(April 16, 2017 - 5:40 pm)
(April 16, 2017 - 5:40 pm)
Oh Boy. I'm reserving a spot.
(April 16, 2017 - 10:44 pm)
First, top!
Second, haha, I forgot to mention something. I was so brain-dead from writing all that out. I'll be updating this on WEDNESDAYS and SUNDAYS. If I don't, and I didn't tell you why, make a big screaming fuss until I do, because I am not letting this solo write die.
Ooh, more things. This is in present day, and all magical creatures in the world are used to what's going on - they lived through it. Still, if you want to make them a cranky "back in the good ol' days" charrie, make them a cranky "back in the good ol' days" charrie.
(April 16, 2017 - 11:01 pm)
Name: Falleg Sterker Maxcilla Rose
Age: 15
Species/Type: Werewolf/Moon
Gender: Female
Appearance: Curly brown hair that falls, untamed, to her waist. Inhuman orange eyes (if this isn't okay, you can change them to whichever color you see fitting), tanned skin. A long, jagged scar over her left eye. Freckles. Tanned skin. Her arms are scarred all over. A tatto of a crescent moon on the innner side of her left ankle.
Clothing: Generally wears torn jeans and whatever t-shirt she can find, as well as a baggy sweatshirt and pruple-and-green Nike sneakers.
Personality: Scared of herself, and of hurting others with her powers. Doesn't know how to control them that well.
Likes: Disney movies, survival manuels, libraries, her silver charm bracelet (ironically), fuzzy sweatshirts, and autumn.
Dislikes: Sleeping on the streets, bare feet, gangsters, pistacio icecream, and grand pianos.
Hobbies: Singing on the streets, drawing
Family: The average fam. A mom, a dad, a little sister and a little brother. Her parents were concerned for her when she began acting differently. They didn't know that was caused by her becoming a werewolf. She left home when she was thirteen, one year after she was turned.
Background: One day, she was at a party and a guy went crazy and bit her. Now she's a werewolf, and barely knows even a fraction of what she can do. Left her home and is living on the streets. She has a charm bracelet given to her by her family. It's silver, and the fact that she can't wear it anymore brings tears to her eyes. She keeps it with her at all times, and whenever she wants to take it out and look at it she wears leather gloves. Is now a street artist, or a 'vandal', depending who you ask. She goes around spraypainting breathtaking scenes on the sides of buildings, walls, boxcars, the undersides of bridges, etc. She always signs her 'name' with a crescent moon somewhere in the
Other: Open to shipping.
(April 17, 2017 - 7:11 am)
Woah woah woah. Hold up. O'Brien? Could you possibly have read any of Sherryl Woods' books?
That would be amazing if you had. I love her writing so much! Especially the Chesapeake Shores novels.
I won't join this only because I'm already in a lot of stuff, but I will pop in to read and maybe comment whenever I can.
(April 17, 2017 - 7:11 am)
Hmm, nope, sorry. O'Brien's a really common Irish last name, which is why I chose it. (they don't actually have a last name.)
(April 17, 2017 - 12:08 pm)
(April 17, 2017 - 8:37 am)
Oh goodness, this sounds amazing. Get me in on this action.
Name: Lysa Condou (Greek-based name)
Age: Roughly 27 in humans years
Species: Werewolf- Hybird
Gender: Female
Appearance: As a humans, she's tall and slender, with thick black and hair, dark tanned skin, sharpened canines, and hazel-green eyes. She normally wears clothing that covers most of her body, which covers up the scarring on her arms and torso, though she can't hide the long scar over her nose. Says she got it in a boating accident as a child. As a wolf, she has an ink-black pelt and the same amount of scarring, as well as dull greenish eyes. She's unusually large and powerful, much bulkier than one would imagine.
Clothing: The reason she is able to often escape detection as a werewolf is because she does everything in her power to hide her outwards bloodthirstiness and viciousness. Wears sharp and smart clothing, looks oddly out of place in a magical world. Prefers duller tones like gray, brown, and green, and wears gloves--she tells everyone that it's "proper", but it's just to prevent her from touching silver with bare hands.
Personality: Don't let her fool you--she may look simply cold and sharp on the outside, but either when's she in her wolf form or away from others, she's just like any other Hybird; except sometimes worse. Kills without mercy, hunts down her enemies relentlessly, fights dirty. Her one fault is that she's not particularily observant and won't spot an enemy approaching or a hint of attack. Would probably fall off a cliff if she was walking by it. Can think and brawl her way out of situations, but often gets herself into them. She's had many, many close shaves and fears each one might be her last. Doesn't try very hard to get on someone's good side, either, if she doesn't like them. Blends well into the human world with her business-like attitude, but will occasionally break her cover and go rabid on someone.
Likes: Wolves and dogs, the moon, black coffee, meat (won't eat salad),
Dislikes: Cats, neon colors, pixies and other flighty creatures, swimming, and humans (besides how they taste >:D).
Hobbies: Spends her spare time either hunting or running numbers (surprisingly good at math and calculations.
Family: Never knew her parents and suspects they had been killed, but never made any attempts to try and find them. Has a brother, but she was much more dominant over him as he was a Lycanthrope type like his mother and she most likely terrified him into submission.
Background: Grew up on the outskirts of civilization with only her much weaker brother, Ibycus (Iby for short). They were both often underfed and Lysa spent most of her time in her wolf form, finding it easier to get around than in a human one, until when she was around her teenage years she discovered that humans were more accepted in society than werewolves, and from then on, with Iby suspiciously missing from the scene, she shed her wolfness by day and went as a sophisticated human, tricking all others execpt those who had seen her as a wolf into thinking she was just that.
Other: Yeah, she'd be an antagonist. Not even going to try and defend her as a good guy. Heh... *ooh I want to draw fan art of this character later*
(April 17, 2017 - 9:28 am)
OOOOHHHH!!! I want in! And what about doing gryphons, pegasi, and/or winged wolves?
Name: Oneria Flonrora Whelk
Age: The pixie equivalent of 17. So maybe around 30-40ish? I'm not really an expert on these things.
Species/Type: Pixie/Shapeshifting
Gender: Female
Appearance: Short dirty blonde hair, freckles, pointed ears (can shapeshifting pixies have these?), small skinny figure, sharp, inquisitive eyes, one amber ad the other green.
Clothing: A loose forest green tunic, dark brown leggings, an older leather vest over the tunic, with a belt where she keeps her dagger. She usually goes barefoot. She always wears an amber pendant given to her by a wise badger she met while traipsing through the forest. It is said to have some great power...(feel free to do whatever you want with this!)
Personality: Tomboyish, adventurous, stubborn. Rebellious at times. Impulsive. Protective. Not afraid to stand up for herself
Likes: Shapeshifting, flying (in bird or dragonfly form), her Amber pendant, the smell of leaves in the woods, springtime, birdsong, the sound of water rushing, relaxing by the river.
Dislikes: Confinement, fear, insecurity, death, snarky people.
Hobbies: Stone and woodcarving. Collecting stones by the riverside.
Family: Her mother, father, and two younger sisters. Her grandmother lives with them. (Feel free to kill off the grandma if you need drama. That just didn't sound right...XD)
Background: Grew up in a regular pixie household. Was always very close to her grandmother. Her family does have a secret though. A dark secret...(I don't know what it is yet. Feel free to take this somewhere.)
Other: Open to shipping (please no same-gender shipping. I don't want to see my character used in that way). Also, I'd love for someone to make one of Oneria's sisters!
(April 17, 2017 - 11:35 am)
Can I make a dragon-person? Like Haku from Spirited Away???? Pretty please? If not, I was wondering if there are any mer-men as well.
(April 17, 2017 - 11:35 am)
That was AMAZING, St. Owl! Can I reserve a place?
(April 17, 2017 - 1:06 pm)
I start making up all this headcanon about a largely uncharacterized vampire from a video game, and then this single write comes along with a very similar concept of vampires and I can share it all. How's that for awesome timing??
Name: Nocturna pon Kalshrani
Age: 57
Species: Vampire, Pack (though her name's kinda mud with the clan right now, so she's alone for the moment)
Gender: F
Appearance: Red hair in a ponytail with a strand in front of each ear, pale skin, gray eyes, somewhat tall. In full vampire form (i.e. not disguising herself as human), her skin is blue, she has pointed ears and red bat wings, and her hair and eyes are scarlet.
Clothing: Nondescript white shirt, tight black jeans, black combat boots, a small navy blue poncho. The poncho is to hide the two slits cut in the back of her shirt, to keep her wings from getting stuck should she transform.
Personality: Loud and gregarious (though she doesn't like her family much), with absolutely no filter. Usually optimistic. Smarter than she often gets credit for, especially since her performance in school is/was lackluster.
Likes: A good steak (full-form vampires are obligate carnivores; though she has no such dietary restriction in human form, she still prefers meat to veggies), chiptune, rave parties, sparring with anyone and everyone
Dislikes: Annoying relatives, mind-altering magic, zucchini, garlic (of course), bad music
Hobbies: Playing the fiddle; more recently, using MIDI and an electric violin to make original songs and post them on YouTube
Family: Clan Kalshrani, a clan of Pack Vampires. Nocturna is pretty much the black sheep of the family; she's had many differences of opinion with them, especially her parents Thyrsus and Indasia. She's an only child.
Background: Born in the early sixties (meaning she's young for a vampire), she's lived with Clan Kalshrani up until four or five years ago, when she took a particularly dangerous exploration mission against her clan elders' wishes. They didn't outright expel her from the clan for it, but she's been living separately from them ever since, making human friends.
Other: Feel free to change details. I stuck some of my own headcanon in here, but it's your world to do with as you like.
(April 17, 2017 - 1:37 pm)
Name: Raven Drakon
Age: 507, looks like 20
Species/Type: Dragon/ Fighting
Gender: Female
Appearance: As a human she has black hair with purple and silver streaks in it and pale skin. She has a scar across the left side of her jaw. She has black eyes with silver specks in them. As a dragon she is so dark black in some places it almost looks purple,she also has a few silver scales here and there.
Clothing: As a human she wears mostly dark colors like black and purple,
Is always wearing a black leather jacket, ripped skinny jeans, and black combat boots. Keeps daggers on her belt and sometimes has a sworsd across her back.
Personality: She is restless and can't stay in one place for long. She is very wise and skilled in battle stretegy and fighting. In public and around humans she acts like a normal human 20 year old. She is extremely viscious but hides it around humans.
Likes: Fighting, the color black, chocolate, art, cats, music.
Dislikes: Other dragons, all light colors, dogs, werewolves, girly girls.
Hobbies: Drawing, singing, playing music.
Family: She never knew her family other than a sister that she killed at at a young age.
Background: Lived in the wild for a few years, until she was mortally wounded fighting another dragon and went into hibernation for a few hundred years. She woke up around 1980ish and has been living with humans for the next20 something years.
Other: Open to shipping, could be good or bad.
(April 17, 2017 - 2:16 pm)
I reserve a spot!!!
(April 17, 2017 - 2:22 pm)
Wow, I'm defiantly signing up for this!
Name: Myane
Age: 200
Species/Type: Dragon/Fighting
Gender: Female
Appearance: Black Scales, Green eyes
Personality: Kinder than most others of her type, smart, a risk taker, quick to fight but when her enemy is immobilized will talk with them to make sure they are evil before killing; if they are not evil she will let them up.
Likes: Flying, Fighting, Non-Evil People
Dislikes: Thick Forests, Evil People
Hobbies: Flying
Family: Has two brothers, one is a hunting, the other fighting, both are older.
Background: Her brothers looked down on her for most of her life, and attacked her at random, makeing her value mercy. She stayed with them until she could look after herself, and than ran away and never looked back. She has been on the lookout since, afraid that they will find her, and worried about what would happen if they did.
Other: I hope she is not too OP?
(April 17, 2017 - 2:58 pm)
Reserving a spot!
(April 17, 2017 - 4:12 pm)