Acromantula

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Back on Guild after having been gone almost ten years haha is it too late to jump in?

Wings Askew

@Mokley I'm not bringing Lee back, I'm just asking if you wanted me to kill her off or nah, just because I'd prefer it if you didn't use her after I left.

Wings Askew

@Mokley

I realize it's late, but would you prefer it if I were to take Lee completely out of the situation?

Locked in a Room

What woke Avi was, in fact, the lack of paws in his face. Pen had a tendency to wake him by pressing his paws to his cheekbones until he swore he heard them crack. After that, when he opened his eyes he registered literally painfully bright lights. He groaned and shut his eyes again, moving his hand around and looking for his blanket to covers his head again. But there were no blankets. The bed didn't even smell of feel like his bed. Confused, Avi sat up, only to find well holy jesus on a stick, it wasn't his bed. A glance around told him he wasn't even in his house anymore. The room was barren, apart from a flatscreen in the corner -wow, someone's watched too much SAW- and a few other people. A word was scratched onto the wall and he swore it wasn't there the first time his eyes did a sweep of the perimeter.

"So, we're stuck with each other, I suppose, since there are no blatantly obvious exits..." Avi thought aloud, standing, taking a moment to balance himself and tie his hair back, and then beginning to press his hands to the walls, one palm at a time. Everyone seemed either to be coping or trying to figure out a way to get out. Understand the situation. Well everyone except Princess Daisy, Avi noticed. "Hey girly, mind helping me out with a perimeter check? Looking under the cots maybe? Cuz as pretty as you are, you're not actually helping, sitting there like that," he said. His tone wasn't rude necessarily but it was appropriately urgent. It would do no good to sit and do nothing.

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Should we not post our characters in the character page?

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Avi McKadver

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Avi

Personality: Avi is a bookworm that smokes way too much, drinks when he shouldn't and has long-lasting relationships with cacti. He's kind of insane in the best way possible, that is, in his own personal opinion. Being a sadist gives him a twisted sense of humor that often makes absolutely no sense. People have a tendency to think Avi is on drugs or is drunk, with the way he is. But it's mostly the way he speaks and the general way he moves. The man has a constant drunken fluidity about him that has people questioning his behaviors. Especially when such body movements are paired with intelligent words.

Strengths:

Creativity. Avi can twist just about anything into a daydream, twist words into something poetic. His imagination runs away with him often and he can literally lay in bed listening to music for hours just daydreaming. His creativity extends to whatever he puts his hands too as well, turning little things people would throw away typically into projects that eventually end up hung up on his walls.

Agility and strength. Despite the alcohol his liver is probably swimming and the smoke his lungs are suffocating in, he's actually incredibly agile, flexible and strong.

Observation. Avi will notice a lot about people, places and things. Events and whatnot and he'll notice patterns, trends. He may not point them out vocally, but he'll take note of them internally.

Flaws: Addiction. He's very much addicted both to the alcohol and the cigarettes, but has one multiple occasions tried to quit, so his body knows the wrath of withdrawal well now.

Laziness. Avi can be incredibly lazy, not wanting to do something and putting it off until the last hours of the day.

Overthinking. Avi can have a tendency to overthink his own actions when he's all alone and it can lead him down dark paths of self-loathing and self-doubt.

Temper. If riled up enough and/or running on adrenaline, Avi will most certainly get incredibly violent, either with his words or his fists. But he isn't unfair and tends to provide fair warning.

History:

As a child, Avi had a good life. His father was a doctor and his mother was a book illustrator and both worked hard to make Avi and his little brother Leo happy. And Avi grew into an intelligent, caring individual that went out of his way to care for people. Elementary and Middle school were all fine for Avi, the young man passing his classes with flying colors. But it was when his family moved and when he got into his late high school years that things took a negative turn. It started innocently with a sneaking into a fraternity, hitting up a joint of two, drinking a few beers and talking. Avi made friends that were older than him and had certain experiences that he didn't. But they were his friends, so when they asked if he wanted to go someplace with them alone, Avi saw no problem with it. He was no little kid either, standing at about six feet. He figured there would be nothing to be afraid of. And really, there wasn't. They drank, had some had drugs and talked about stupid things. It was only afterwards that Avi was proposed a deal that'd change his life. We think you're cool. You're smart, real smart. Smart enough to sell without getting caught. You sell, we'll give you forty percent. Deal? For some reason, Avi took them up on it. Maybe he was afraid, maybe he was flattered, maybe it was the excitement of going against the good kid mentality he'd always kept. Either way, Avi started selling drugs.

People started asking questions. Namely, his parents. Avi was never cold or rude to them, but simply told them lies that were believable They bought them reluctantly and kissed his cheek, telling Avi they were proud of him. And Avi was always careful, fully aware of his little brother, the boy only two years younger than him. If Leo knew anything about what Avi was doing, he said nothing. Regardless, Avi kept anything and everything about his selling away from his family. This was not their fault, they wouldn't be responsible if Avi got caught. But so far, no one even had an idea of what he was doing.

Things started to get muddy when Avi found out his brother was into Mary-Jane. Dating her religiously, so to speak. Dealers knew their clients, clients knew dealers. It was a large web and within a fairly small community, people hear things. The walls talk. They have eyes and ears. And through this, somehow, Avi came home one day to find his little brother shooting up god knows what. Avi missed the signs and it filled him with shame and dread. How far was his brother gone? The markings on his arm were deep red, one or two verging on purple, injection sites clearly infected. He looked like death itself, gaunt and sharp, eyes sunken, their glare hateful. You forgot about me. You left me, they screamed. Avi remembers moving toward his brother, to yank the syringe from his hand but his brother was faster, throwing it out of the open window, a tiny clatter going unregistered by the both of them. They stood and stared at one another for moments before Leo collapsed into angry, frustrated tears. His elder brother was completely shocked but managed enough strength to gather him in his arms and rock his shivering body to sleep.

Rehab was hell on earth. Despite hundreds of threats, Avi stopped selling. He visited Leo in rehab, talked him through horrid episodes, did all he could so he'd get better. And he did, he got better. It took about three years and constant care but it happened. Leo was doing so much better, out with his brother, walking back from a late dinner at some little restaurant that was painfully hard to find (the man had decided to fully change his life, going vegan much to Avi's amusement). It happened far too quickly. A crazed laugh, something yelled and three gunshots. Avi was torn between tending to himself and his brother's now crumbpled body and tearing after the man he used to wrok for and pulling his spine out through his eye socket. He remained with his brother, not registering the bullet in his upper thigh but rather, trying desperately to keep all the blood from seeping out of his brother's chest. He'd called for help and called for an ambulance but it was too late. The funeral was quiet and filled with tears. Leo was good man, Avi promising himself to find the killer himself.
About three weeks later, take or give a few days, he'd found him. He wasted absolutely no time throwing him to the ground and strangling him.

Prison was boring, cold and the food was terrible. Avi's parents moved and didn't even leave him a note. Didn't call, didn't visit him. When he was finally out, a strange sort of calm set out over him. Mentally and emotionally he was calm. At peace one might say. But the nightmares started soon after he was back out in the world. And then Avi turned to the bottle. From the best Scotch to the cheapest boxed wine, Avi drank it. The stench of Mary-Jane made him somewhat sick and so he picked up smoking to deal with his overactive imagination, popping up little things that were related to Leo. An old photo here, a familiar laugh there. The works.

Eventually though, Avi settled down. Got himself a little appartment, a crap-ton of cacti, a job and a cat. He has few friends and doesn't drink much in public, if at all. His parents are still just ghosts, Leo the same. But he deals.

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Oh...

Goes to change every pronoun in what's been written so far

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[ If she's a little too...ahem...destructive, then just tell me and I'll change a few things up ]

*cough* physcho *cough*

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Name: Jessamine Tarnberry
Age: 22 years old
Gender: Female

Personality:
Jess has a fairly complicated personality. She is reckless, loud, and impulsive. She is narcissistic and self-centered. It almost seems as though she only interacts with other people so she can receive their attention. Her relationships seem based off her getting what she wants, not about reciprocating feelings and mutual bonding with the other people involved. However, her magnetic personality gains her many followers, and she is popular wherever she goes.

It’s ironic that she can’t seem to connect with others, yet they are drawn to her. While Jessamine's mental diagnosis seems to be sociopathy, Jess doesn’t see it as a sickness. As far as she’s concerned, she’s just free of societal conventions. Crazy people can do whatever they want and they can get away with it, because they’re crazy. The difference between her and other mentally damaged people is that she loves her life; and she loves the lack of responsibilities and consequences she sees due to the life sentence she has already been given.

Jess is a dangerously attractive figure for other people, and the dark side of her personality can appear without warning. She veers from extravagantly kind to perversely cruel, therefore making it excruciatingly difficult to predict what she will do next. With her mental instability comes her intelligence, although it is unlikely she will share her findings, she can solve a number of problems within a matter of seconds. Her intellect is mainly used, though, for locating and exploiting others' weaknesses and figuring out the truth of each and every being.

Strengths:
Intelligent- she is abnormally smart. That's all there is to it, really. That, and she has a really good memory- most likely photographic.
Detached- she will not become an emotional burden for the group due to her mental condition, if anything, it may even be refreshing to the others for someone to actually speak what everyone else is thinking.
Selfish- though many see this as a negative thing, when it comes to it, Jess will not sacrifice herself for others and will almost always choose her own well being over anyone else's. This may ultimately be what determines life and death for her.

Flaws:
Unpredictable- she can go from cracking jokes to screaming her head off in a matter of seconds, and next to nothing will be the cause of it.
Insensitive- although this may be advantageous in certain aspects, Jess pretty much doesn't give a shit. She will push people to their very limit for entertainment, find joy in watching people break, and say things that'll disgust most.

History:
Jess was brought up as an only child by an abusive, drunken father after her mother died during child birth. She spent the majority of her childhood alone until she started wandering around the streets and getting involved with the 'wrong people'. She would steal small things from people's pockets or purses and, one time, managed to retrieve a credit card along with its bank details on a single peice of paper. After a short while of hesitation, at the time, the twelve year old started using the card and spent over £4 million in England on junk and pointless things she found interesting before she was caught. Lashing out at the first police officer, the young girl of merely thirteen stabbed the man arresting her and attempted an escape.

Of course, she was caught again and charged for assault and fraud, sentaced to a juvenile hall. Her time continued to be extended to a life sentence after she had attempted to escape twice, injuring two guards while doing so. She was soon transported to a women's prison, where she has stayed for the past eight years.

About a month ago, Jess managed to 'bribe' a guard into giving her a spare set of keys and calculated her escape meticulously. It was a success and she proceeded to jump from town to town, stealing and pickpocketing whatever she can. One day, she settled down to sleep on some park bench and woke up in a room surrounded by other people. How exciting.

@Filthy Mudblood

Them Girl Interrupted vibes doe XD

Locked in a Room

Sounds cool. I'll have something up soon :D

Wings Askew

The forest added a new pressure to her body that Lee probably didn't and couldn't notice in this state as it just meshed into one large sensation. An invisible comforting hand slid over her shoulder but she just whined and tried to keep herself from falling back down, head first into the soft grass.
The energy was mixing in with the trauma and the combination was all but crushing her skull, pressure there like something she'd never felt before. The young woman felt like there were boulders nailed to her chest, pressing onto her torso. Her breathing was labored as she tried to get herself to a more upright position, her eyes open just a bit. She swore she saw something glowing flash to the young woman at her side, but she could've been wrong. Too busy paying attention to the other, Lee barely noticed an identical light orb finding its way to her forehead until she started to feel again, catching a glimpse of something like cat eyes, a glowing serpentine shape curling around her throat.
The painfully loud thrum of fauna subsided to a complete bearable murmur, the light and colors seemed to dim down several degrees and the inhumanely violent thudding of her pulse decreased. Lee didn't smell neither marigold nor ginseng, but rather, fresh new scents that she'd never come across before.
Gingerly, with a small but sharp exhale, she turned over onto her back and pulled her right leg up, bending it at the knee. Fully functional. She carefully twisted her left ankle to the left then the right. Fully functional. When she tried to raise her left leg however, there was a sharp shot of pain, for which funnily enough, Lee was grateful. Perhaps a bruise or just the way she'd landed. Nothing horrible.
Lee was about to check on Gaius, knowing he'd fallen in full body armor and a heavy glider, when she paused. Gaius was, in fact, without a helmet. She openly stared even though she knew it was slightly rude, before laughing. Maybe at Gaius, maybe from shock, maybe from relief, she didn't know. She just laughed until she couldn't breathe properly and only then did she stop, hand on her lower abdomen. When she finished she looked to the girl and smiled. "Thank you. I'm sorry if I scared you. I must've, the way I am when this type of thing happens," she said, laying a hand minutely on the girl's to show her that she was grateful for whatever it was that she did. But Gaius probably took the brunt of the fall. Poor man. Like the way a fawn did on their first try, carefully Lee stood. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? There's blood," she said, noting the drops of red at the corner of his mouth. It was strange to see him without a helmet, her first thoughts jumping to Garrett now that she had her wits about her. He looked like him at certain angles, the cut of his cheekbones and jaw as well as the color of his eyes, reminding her of a man she once loved but lost to her own idiocy and weakness. Lee was about to ask the other woman if she knew anything about medicine but she didn't have time. Something large landed by them, too close for comfort. After a moment Lee could see it properly. It looked like a winged and strangely arranged pile of bones, as large as Gaius, jagged and foreign. Suddenly Lee understood that they possibly had other things to worry about. She also understood that she didn't know much about combat and that the best chance she'd have to survive this would be either to hide or to run. The woman took a slow cautious step backwards, eyes fixed on the creature, saying nothing.