Tsukuyomi "Nichts"
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Reiji tilted his head to the side as he felt presences near the door, smirking when four other cadets entered the training grounds. However, he felt… another still. Eyes narrowed, he called out quickly, “Anyone else? I’m not gonna play hide and seek.”
He eyed and analyzed the current group before him, but with his glinting mask over the upper half of his face it was hard to tell. So… he was supposed to help Bell train them? Hell, they were all pretty much the same age group too, give or take. Tch, he wouldn’t really say he was cut out for teaching material, but he did have a deal. He rubbed the back of his neck briefly with his free hand before slipping on his coat with a single motion, it gently falling to cover him and all his hidden gear and latch-on holsters.
Oh… before she even dares to pick up her previous train of thought.
“Let me make this clear,” and at that, his right hand flashed to the back of his hip and drew one of two of his precious pistols from its holster, inspecting the silver-ivory design with a bored expression. “I don’t care what she said or says before, now, or later,” there, he jabbed a thumb at Bell without sparing as much as a glance, “gun training is completely optional. I’m not going to waste time teaching when you all are here for close combat training and whatnot in the first place.” There was Mel and Troop 1 for that anyway. He smirked toward the commander at the thought of their little conversation, before replacing his gun just as quickly as he drew it.
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Reiji was in no practical rush, he felt. He’d imagine that Bell would- should- have her hands somewhat full being the commander of several cadets. With his coat draped over his left shoulder, hand clutching the collar, he walked at a casual yet brisk pace down the hallway, watching the area as he trekked. As he neared the entrance to the training complex, he noticed a figure- two, perhaps?- out near the cadets’ dorms. His pace slowed as they looked seemingly lost- or, at least the figure he could make out clearest at this distance- and frowned slightly. What, didn’t get the memo? Well, they’re “kiddies,” as the commander puts it.
“Hey, cadet!” the officer called out, walking a bit closer to the figure to make out a female. He shook his head slightly and slouched his body to the side. He could have sworn he saw a second figure, but he rose his voice some just in case any other slow rookies were in the vicinity. He didn’t want to play scout when he didn’t need to. “The commander has ordered a meet up, so unless you want to face the wrath of her chords of steel,” he smirked some and pivoted around and already began to walk off, “I’d highly suggest following me to the training grounds.”
He was in front of the training complex’s door, already he could hear the clear screaming from inside, causing him to stop in place. He winced some as it was, in fact, his name- no, his pet name was more like it…- ringing his ears. He groaned and slid his mask down over his eyes with his right hand, all the while smoothing his hair and pretending to pick at his ear. Jeez, he was surprised she still as functioning vocal cords if this was a normalcy.
Well, he did say she had chords of steel.
He perked up once Bell began talking about him, then scoffed as he abruptly barged in. “Hey hey hey, I told you that I just wanted an excuse to use my little sweets, not throw more weight on my shoulders for helping you,” he nonchalantly corrected with a smirk splayed over his face, ignoring the little quips in the middle of her statements and acclaims.
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Reiji’s consciousness was on the brink of slipping into the depths oblivion, only to immediately snap back to reality after hearing fierce banging reverberating through the room and his body. Off guard, shocked, and exasperated, he nearly jerked himself off the couch from the jolt, only having his instincts kick in to right himself and stumble to a haphazard half-sitting, half-slouching position. He ran a hand across his face and through his now slightly matted jet gray hair as a clearly demanding and almost psychotic voice rung his eardrums.
The hell… already?
It’s a good thing he decided to crash on the couch and not his comfy bed…
But it was more his fault for letting his guard down, even here…
Tch, women.
“Yeah… yeah whatever,” he muttered in a groan, but it seemed to come out as a grunt more than anything. He pulled himself together as he waited for the seemingly hurried footfalls to recede, cursing himself for getting too relaxed.
He pushed himself off the couch and proceeded to gear up once more, throwing his coat over his shoulder as he picked up his metallic mask that was also thrown on his desk, wistfully smiling as he clasped it atop of his head. He rubbed his temples as he made an effort to leave his office and locked the door, mentally preparing himself before he finally caught a glance at the tag beside it. He blinked, re-read it, and slapped his hand on his forehead, but he chuckled nonetheless.
It read ‘Rei-Rei’ in simplicity, but seemingly mockingly.
How funny. He made a mental note to rip it off and change it later as he made his way to the rendezvous point of this little meet up.
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It hasn’t been too long since the commander of the troop had dropped Reiji off at his new room and office in the Officers’ Dorm. He had to admit it was pretty impressive for what it’s worth. He didn’t really need to settle in on one space since he was a mercenary, and he didn’t need much formalities since he was freelance. His curious eyes and hands explored his own little complex, examining the possibilities he had in his own property. Looking to activate the lever that was discreetly hidden behind his desk- as shown before, a door swung open to his left, revealing his private room, which looked as presentable as the office.
The merc’ smirked in amused satisfaction. He could get used to this.
He dropped all of his equipment in a designated corner and hung his specially embroidered trench coat to the side. The young man then crashed on the couch on the left-hand side wall of his office, crossing his arms behind his head and gazing up onto the ceiling. His clie– commander- commander now…? What made him then, an officer? whatever- stated that the troop, so far, were gonna gather and introduce and debrief and all those formalities. Considering his higher-put position, would he have to address himself to the cadets in a similar manner? Well, his part of the deal was that he’d be her training assistant and whatnot, but no way in hell would he go through the training regime for himself.
Whatever, just wing it.
Reiji leaned his head back to catch eye of the folder he placed on the desk when he first came in, containing the papers of the information that was released thus far. It was convenient for him to take notes beforehand, yeah, but there wasn’t enough information to satisfy his hunger for details. His mind needed something to digest and make sense of if he was going to follow through with this. He was sure the commander- miss Bell Bellum, was it?- would fill him in on all the essentials later, though. Then don’t worry about it.
He let out an exhale, half sighing, and closed his eyes as his breathing evened, letting himself fall to a state of calming content. There was no telling how everything will work out later, so he may as well enjoy this while it lasted.
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Training Officer of Group 1 Troop 2
Name: Reiji Farran; possesses various aliases, leaves out merc’ titles, but a common casual being Rei
Age: Roughly young adult in appearance, however undetermined age; assumed to have slowed physical aging
Height: 5’10”
Weight: ~140, give or take
Appearance: Rei seems to hold a neutral composition to him in terms of physical ethnic traits, as it is difficult to exactly pin him down just by looking at him. He has a rather pale complexion by comparison, and has a lean but lithe build. His hair is a dark gray with various hints of various shades but is silver when put under the light; with it being, in a sense, well kept in a rather ruffled way, bangs framing and slashing his face. His eyes are a cool slate, but the intensity and sharpness varies. He has some scars along his body, most of them being on his hands/arms, but they are usually concealed, the only apparent one crossing at the bridge of his nose. On the field, his attire is usually dark with light accents, a common and simple combination being a shirt, long coat, slightly baggy pants, combat boots, etc. In terms of casual clothing he doesn’t care much what he wears, so long as he could keep his black leather gloves and some sort of coat, preferring to be monochrome in color as well. If possible, he would be inclined to keep his- iconic, in a way- metallic mask on his person and his often obscured necklace.
Traits/info: Rei only discloses information that is necessary for others to know about his trade as a freelance mercenary, with a mindset as a vigilante as some put it, which often shrouds him within enigmatic shadow. He usually goes by the various aliases that he developed over the good amount of years under his belt as he doesn’t like personal involvement with randoms, only making special exceptions to those he truly trusts, which is hard to come by. A plethora of rumors go on about his origins as both a person and as a mercenary, but he never addresses them and is very defensive at the mention, being smooth/tact to dodge and slip away from the topic- figuratively and some cases literally.As a mercenary, his combat skills are closely labeled to what people think of assassins, but a bit more adaptable. He was trained before his career, but he developed and learned on his own as time went on. He has keen eyes and quick wits, which builds into his various styles such as swordplay, marksmanship, hit-and-run, ambush, etc. Precision and swiftness- efficiency- is key to him, and can be deadly in, technically speaking, any range as they can be close or long range. His main weapons are blades of various kinds and sizes, his specially made dual pistols (quite nearly magnums), and precision rifles.
In terms of personality, he can be as complicated as the symbolic monochrome spectrum. He is usually depicted as a calm and collective young man, being both objective and subjective in ways, vigilant as well as a touch meticulous in some instances. He holds a personal moral code but seems to have been wrongly portrayed as sketchy to some over time, alluding more and more to his gray scale motif. Casually, he is rather cool headed and nonchalant of things, little witty remarks here and there with a finely accompanied and sly smirk. On the solemn, taciturn side, he becomes icy and apathetic, which can lead to his more piercing demeanor. He loathes narrow mindedness, amoral/unjust acts (in terms of combat, he especially despises the use of poison), and the like. As such for being freelance, he is loyal and protective to those he respects and follows orders when given, but since he still holds a sense of independence both for his sake and equally deserving others, he can be also rather rebellious in some degree; all for better or worse. If possible, he would want a justifiable reason for actions, and he can be easily skeptic when his tolerant and understanding mind cannot wrap around something. Like all else he has weaknesses, soft sides, but he has carefully built walls to either take the hits for him or to counter the offense.
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You use PokeFarm as well, Gamer? Interesting, I recently found this site from there, and broadened my social interaction there too (especially RPing). Been there for over a good 3 years.
I’m going to use Nichts for this group and will add the form later, although if a second character is an option I may opt to using my sibling Cresselia OC.
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Ahhh, so this thread is opening up some more, huh?
As one can infer from my recent display change, I’d love a good Pokemon RP- especially considering I found Skyrie from a Pokemon site.
I’m very flexible with Pokemon-related topics, as I have participated in plenty of them in the site I mentioned. The only things I’m shady in are strict-romance, primarily console-related Pokemon games, and primarily Ranger themes (since I didn’t play much of any of those games). I’ve been in a gijinka mood for a while (gijinka being human-Pokemon halfies, btw) and I absolutely adore Legendary-related topics since I’m an aspiring Poke-mythologist, heh.
Small group, single, or whatever, feel free to drop in a word!~
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Sorry if I’m protruding. I’m open to any setting, so I picked a random letter and got c) Halloween Town. This is the only one I know of within the list, but I still don’t mind what we go with in the end.Also, do we just post our characters in the other forum now? Not sure. o3o
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(Sorry, again. Busy, and got in a really awkward situation to find these forums again; still a newbie here. c: )
As the three returned, some guards were quick to intercept them, glaring right down at Auralyn. She flattened her ears, returning the glare in defense. She was used to this sort of reaction, but she wouldn’t let them get their dirty hands on her pelt without reason. They looked just about ready to whisk them right out of the arena, them opening their mouths before they noticed her collar holding a special tag, baring an insignia of an aristocratic guard. They shifted around and backed off, then looked to the two children.
“So, kids, who’s your father?” one of the guards inquired, his posture and partisan perpendicular to the ground.
“Our dad? Wilhelm Odo Ward,” Michael replied, looking up at the man as he did. He was used to getting these questions from guards, as their father is in charge of some local ones in their neighborhood.
“Yeah… Where is Dad? I don’t see him anywhere,” Marissa added on as she took a nibble from her candy, going on her tiptoes in hopes of spotting him from over the guards and around the seats.
The guards perked and looked right at each other, then back to the kids; almost completely ignoring the she-wolf’s existence at this point. “Ah yes, Sir Wilhelm, right right. He… went to do some business. Grown up business. However, he did want us to keep an eye out for you so we can bring you to him.”
Auralyn blinked at that, her ears twitching and flicking. What ‘grown up business’? She swiveled her head around, trying to see if she could try to piece this all together, trying to look for a single clue, until it suddenly dawned on her. With her keen vision, she spot some men leaving the arena that were sitting in the same quarters they had when the matches were still going on. The look on their begrudged and scowling faces was all she needed to know.
The guards then took the hands of the kids, two reluctantly latching onto their sleeves as they were taken with them, and another pair of guards immediately fell on top of Auralyn before she could even react. She yelped and squirmed as they fitted a muzzle over her then took a firm grasp of her leashes. She winced some, then her tail lowered in defeat and submission. She thought she would be used to this already, she was a guard herself after all, but she supposed she wasn’t entirely; she was still very much a Stranger to them, as well as a literal stranger. They gave her a curt tug on the leash, prompting her to move, then they were then led down to the ground level of the arena.
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Within one particular room, the moment the winds began to fade, the moment the snow leopard went down, guards began to spill into the room. They picked up the limp shifter and went right on their way to bring her out. A couple more went to line the walls just as the door shut. Several moments passed of stilled silence, then the door was slowly opened by another guard, making way for another man garbed in an almost similar but more refined outfit. There was a glint on his glasses as he stepped into the room, looking at the treated dragonkin, the door being gently closed behind him.“Ah, yes. Lóng Tiāncái. I am Wilhelm Odo Ward. A pleasure to meet you in person, O Prized Victor,” the man greeted with a trained smile, him taking his glasses and cleaning the lenses with a soft cloth. “Or, should I say, my Prized Victor.” He slid his glasses back on, just carefully resting on the bridge of his nose as he approached slightly closer. “Honestly, and frankly, not many didn’t expect you to win- in fact, practically the whole crowd wasn’t expecting you to win as you can imagine. The bets were all stacked against you, trying to see who would guess the seconds you would last. It was interesting, however joining those polls was guaranteed to make a man as poor as the scums in the streets or as rich as the Heavens soars.”
“But I wasn’t about to join that train wreck. Instead, I placed them right on you. It was considered a crazy and maddening choice as they were easily the first to go in previous games, but someone had to- and I had a little… key hint, in that regard.” A ghost of amusement was momentarily splayed on his lips, but he shook his head. “Long story and rambling aside- I’m boring myself even- everything paid off oh so great, and I could easily afford to buy you off from the now non-existing competition. I haven’t owned many Strangers myself, but I will see to it that you are comfortable, better off than you are in these blood-soaked grounds.”
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I don’t really do many “evil” things other than the occasional troll pranks on my friends (both irl and in game).
But many years ago on Easter Sunday- I think 2008- (keep in mind I was about 11 at the time) I was eating at a restaurant near the bay (since I’m a San Diegan), so there was a patio that opened out to the water. There was a small flock of ducks swimming by the shore, with the only thing between me and them was the downward, rocky slope and some vegetation.
So for whatever reason, my mind thought “Hey, if I manage to smack a duck’s face with a rock, it would knock it out and I can go pet it” or something. (I’m a Pokemon fangirl, if that helps any.) I don’t know what possessed me to have that train of thought, but I went with it anyway.
So I was just crouching there, picking up pebbles and horribly missing the little nonchalant ducks. I got bored of my initial incentive and was just practically throwing rocks down at the water. But then I hear some screaming from behind me. It scared the crap out of me, then I swiveled around to see some old lady roaring at me from behind the window. I had no freaking idea what the hell she was saying, but I bet she was pissed off that I was attempting to be an animal killer or something. The old man was looking at me and, I dunno, wording for me to just stop what I was doing and leave.
I didn’t care at all anymore at that point. I just bolted back inside and to my table. I didn’t say a word about anything, but still. That lady was scary I bet she was the one scaring off the ducks instead of my little attempt- and I lost my poor childhood Pikachu plushie that day as well.
So yeah, wasn’t really a fun day after that. And I still remember it.
How is this considered evil? I dunno, I guess my ever so threatening rock throwing and that demonic old lady. -
(Cool. Would you like my aristocrat NPC to purchase Tiancai, Yukari? It was unintentional, but it’s possible for me to set it up in such a way.
Also, I’m gonna rename the child NPC to Michael as to not get confused with the actual Matthew; it was the first name that came to mind. xD)By the time they reached the concession stand, the announcement of the early shut down of the arena had come and gone. The man running it seemed exasperated for a moment, glaring particularly at Auralyn as if she had committed a crime, but he eventually relented to sell to the kids. She wasn’t the one buying anything, after all.
The she-wolf flicked her ears as she noted his terse attitude, then padded off to the side until the kids were satisfied with their purchases. She didn’t want to be falsely convicted of whatever nonsense this guy wants to stir simply because she was a Stranger. One benefit for living alone on the streets, she supposed, was direct interaction as she could just avoid them all together without making a huge deal.
She kept a vigilant eye around her, making sure no one would dare pull a move on the children. Of course that left an opening for such actions to be pulled on her, but it was practically expected as a guard. She nearly got into fights in the beginning of her career as some just simply got on her nerves even with her apathetic facade, but she learned, and she wouldn’t want do fight with little Michael and Marissa closely watching and close to danger, when it was only due to her anger and frustration.
She didn’t know what to think of it, to truly care for these two even though it was completely understandable for Strangers to despise humans. These two seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, unlike their grueling father, unlike every other human in this hellhole of a city. She supposed this, too, was understandable… to grow attached to the only things that attached to oneself.
Auralyn blinked out of her musing, catching eye of two particular individuals who were just… sitting off to the side of the stand. Not particularly doing anything. She flicked her ears in curiosity and her body was tempted to walk up to them, getting on her paws to slowly tread closer, but she felt the soft tugs on her leash and immediately backed off. She wrinkled her black nose and sighed, then prodded back to the sides of her young masters. They had some bags of sweets in their arms, smiling and giggling as they huddled up on her sides again. She gave them a weak smile, suppressing the temptation to look back over her shoulder, then they made their way back to their seats so they may take their leave.
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(Sorry, sorry. I meant to post sooner but I got busy. To compensate I’ll post again relatively soon.)
Auralyn half-heartedly watched the battles, forcing herself to go in a daze of a day dream; just as she did in the days of her homeless wandering. Even the shaking of the kids hardly fazed her, leaving her body limp enough that it would be more natural and not odd for her to appear stiff to them. Death and more death… She nearly cringed when she saw those two lion shifters killed with ease, by the hands (paws? claws?) of a snow leopard and a demon it seems, but it turned out to be only internally. Were these matches really that enriching to humans?
Everything around her was a low key drone, like being perpetually submerged in water, and eventually she was prodded enough to slowly refocus back to reality. The kids seemed particularly interested with the next match and wanted the she-wolf to draw her own attention as well. She brought her dulled indigo eyes to the arena they were pointing at, and already the light returned to the lupine orbs. It was that dragon girl again, and her opponent was… was…
Just what was… that…?
She couldn’t even explain what she saw. It was just… a thing. A monstrous, disgusting thing; an Eldritch Abomination.
Auralyn was enticed enough to watch this match, for whatever reason she wasn’t so sure. From all the mumbling, this thing is supposed to be nigh impossible to beat. Already she can hear the banter of fresh bet polls increasing for how long this girl will last. What compelled her to take note of this woman? Did she want to witness her death? No, she wanted to witness her success.
The battle followed through after intense fortification of the single arena. It seemed that whatever restrictions that held her down were lifted, seeing her more draconian form. She was lithe and nimble, and she had made her first move that landed a clean hit. The crowd around her went nuts, her ear twitching to ignore them. The battle carried on almost decisively but she always found a way to remain at the advantage, revealing the now mixed feelings of the other spectators.
After a miscalculated counter, the creature had fell to its death, leaving the woman as the victor. Clearly she looked badly wounded, but the expression she wore, that smirk… The she-wolf couldn’t help but smirk with her. The two kids roared in great elation of her victory, practically jumping up and down and ruffling up her coat. The aristocratic crowd around her mumbled and the bets were being paid off, but her smile remained splayed on her face.
Just as the tattered warrior was removed from the arena, Auralyn noticed her master eying her from the edge of her vision, perking herself to peel her attention away. She tilted her head curiously, silent nods and signs that she developed to both communicate and… please… her superiors. There was that dark glint in his eyes again, and already her gut churned. “So, lassy, you seem quite inclined in that match, hmm? What, are you finally interested in participating?” He gave a hearty chuckle as the she-wolf was clearly dumbfounded, nearly squirming under her pelt.
Was he mad? She asked herself that question so many times during her enslavement, she was almost begging for someone to agree with her at this point.
The two kids looked up at their father with a mix of curiosity and wist. “Lynnie fighting; that would be really cool to see her out there and ripping a new one, like how she does with her chew toys!” the boy admitted, but his smile sort of faded as his younger sister picked up. “Yeah… if she went down there, she wouldn’t be able to play with us anymore.” They huddled a little closer, gently stroking her pelt and giving him “that” face that only young ones can pull off, it seems.
He drooped his eyes, then responded with another albeit lighter chuckle. “Oho, just curious, my sweets. She’s quite lucky to have children like you around.” There was a certain lilt in his tone that rubbed Auralyn the wrong way, something she learned quite well to pick up. He then dug into his pockets and pulled out some loose change. “Hm, speaking of which, why don’t you run off to the stand and get some snacks. That would cheer you up, yes?.” He then glanced back at the she-wolf as the kids took the money and skipped along to get ahead, his eyes masked by his glinted glasses as he leaned. “You know your job, dog. Keep with my little Matthew and Marissa safe, or you will end up in those cages at the arena. I assure you.”
She narrowed her eyes to piercing indigo slits, flicking her ears. She abruptly got up on her paws and pivoted right around, her tail level and stiff. She could never show direct signs of aggression, but the humans were too dense to understand deeper animal communication. It was to signal the preparation to attack, a threat sign. That was all she could really do. She padded up to the two kids, who were bouncing up and down. She gave them a quick nudge to show she was ready to follow them, and they grabbed the two leashes- designed to both keep her in check and the kids close- and continued on their way to the stand.
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Auralyn sat as straight and valiant as she could, despite being on the floor and occasionally ridiculed at, her lupine eyes a mix of shock and horror of what she had just seen. She was a wolf at the moment- donning a silky silver pelt with various hints of black and white- and it was indeed annoying to fully progress into this form, but she was subjected to the whim of the aristocrat and his children. The collar around her neck enforced that quite well, to be frank. It was better to endure the energy loss of transforming willingly than being forced to through this damned utility. She had no choice, nor did she have the choice to attend this appalling display of “entertainment.”
The crowd had roared from the victorious lion, and she all but winced but not enough to make it very noticeable. She felt bad for the poor young witch, and disgusted of the death. No, she was just merely disgusted all around. Everything about this was disgusting. And seeing the lion tugged at her heart, but she had to force herself to suppress the wistful memories.
The two kids, a girl and boy each, gazed on in awe and pressed their bodies against her fur. It was sickening to imagine that her own father let them attend these “games” enough that they should be enticed to watch the violent deaths of others. The witch that was shredded to pieces was just about their age, and the amused gleam in their eyes about the battles just…
Another roar of the crowd signaled the next batch of competitors. She gave a shaky sigh and peered over the field. Yet another lion and… a girl. She looked on in wonder, seeing the young woman draw a hefty sword with ease. What was she? A shifter? Demon? She looked so battle ready, so trained… Though, it was to be expected in the arena. Many tough challengers entered the ring and died all just to please a sadistic crowd for a short time.
Her train of thought was broken when the two kids shook her in excitement, jerking her to attention. Their father gave a sturdy glare at the venebra, and she gulped and gazed on. The aristocrat, even when he was considered a rather low class one, had always prodded at her with a figurative tip of a knife in some way, shape, or form. He seemed to like to have a “stranger” as an enslaved servant like many other richer families, and wanted to make his kids happy to have a fluffy dog or a puffy bird or a fluffy puffy dog-bird for a pet guard. But he still liked to prod some dark fun at her. Had he wanted her to go to these arena matches? Probably, he wanted her cast out of his lot since the beginning. These kids had saved her life in a way. Sure, she was cured of her illness, has food, water, and a roof over her head, and some sort of comfort, but was she really better off as a slave?
The she-wolf blinked again, and the match looked like it was just about to start once more. Auralyn twitched her ears and watched in mute melancholy.
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Auralyn Vitretas, a lithe, youthful girl that once roamed the city streets of Cherubium, perpetually lost in her own world. Many didn’t mind her, nor did she mind them. When guards rolled about, she merely strayed to the edges and passively followed their orders of submission if they were issued; not wanting to cause a ruckus. In the light hours, she was just there, doing simply nothing as if she was just a lingering shadow.
But in the dark hours, when the sky fades to the gray of dusk, she felt more alive, more free. The cool darkness comforted her as much as the warmth of a fire for others. With her glistering monochrome hair and glinting indigo eyes, she explored and hunted to satisfy her qualms and musings until the dawn broke once more.
In truth, Auralyn is a venebra (plural: venebrae), or, at least, considered a shifter of one; a wolf-owl hybrid of the night that sharply parallels that of a gryphon. In fact, she has an older brother that was indeed a gryphon, but they have long been separated, and now she always felt a hollow tug in her heart in the daylight hours. She was affiliated with the cool side of the spectrum: the washes of water, the cold of ice and snow, and the brushes of the night’s wind and dark. Her powers, as with every other of her kind, was vastly restricted, as it is nearly impossible to hone her potential in the day. Even under the shady cover of the moon and stars, she couldn’t seem to break the mysterious bonds within the city and become fully fledged in her alternate form.
But as slated, her time of restless wandering drew to a close when, one late afternoon, she progressively grew quite sick and was forced herself into the more cleaner streets, which where the more richer families resided. Many times she was cast off, threatened in order to leave their property until she backed into the corner alleyway, the lesser parts of the section. She was found by guards who were about to prosecute her for trespass until two children of a local albeit lower class aristocrat came across the scene. Even with their father nearby, the kids seemed particularly interested in her, seeing her as if she were a poor cornered, stray dog (and quite frank, a literal one).
To spite his kids, he decided to bring her in and cared for her, much to her reluctance but she had quietly submitted. When she grew more healthy, many times the kids wanted to play with her, especially in her animal forms, and eventually she began to grow open to others once again. Unable to dissuade his children from releasing her back out, she then became a servant to the family, becoming a vigil guard, particularly for the two kids. There was no room to argue, and she couldn’t even if she wanted to, and thus she kindly accepted her fate.
(I usually do couple her and her brother together- to some extent at least, so playing as him came to mind as well. However I’ll hold off on that for now.)