BayRat

Children of The Abyss (Name still WIP)

Definitely has my interest, I look forward to see if this gets any traction and a more expansive OOC. Since this is just an interest check, for now I only have a few questions retaining to character creation.

So I understand that at the start everyone will essentially have the same points to spend to essentially build their strengths and weaknesses. I like this concept(and may gun for something dragon related if my namesake hasn't given it away) but I'm curious if there will be any sort of evolutions to these abilities? Will the character abilities/magic be stagnant throughout the rp or do we start off comparably small with our abilities and as the rp progresses there will be some form of upgrade to expand upon said unique abilities?

For instance, say we started with your dragon example as scaled armor and fire breathing to start, later on would they gain upgrades or abilities pertaining to that unique power such as wings, stronger fire/scales, an ability to transform into a dragon, etc?

If so, how would that be managed? Will players be given more points to spend or will these hypothetical upgrades be purely GM managed?

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Christopher Drake Francis

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It all happened so fast, first the sea boiled with rage, then came its mighty wrath. The massive wave that had suddenly formed had planted Chris straight into the wall of the lighthouse. His body didn't crash all the way through, rather he remained smashed into the wall. The impact broke one of his wings, crippling his chances of ever reaching that goddamn boat. The water was cold, frigid just like the other day. The painful chill was second to the broken wing. With his ability to flight shattered with his dreams of getting vengeance upon these assholes. These goddamned fools that have attacked their own kin when the monsters that writhe in this world seek to exterminate their very race. It made him sick. Disgusted. The futility in his efforts only increased his anger.

While he remained stuck in his place for some moments, his rising anger finally transitioned into movement. The monster of an arbiter freed himself from the wall as his broken body thrashed and further damaged the ruined lighthouse, which caused him to fall ungracefully onto the earth below. It wasn't the worst pain he had felt, between getting a laser through the chest or being flash frozen and shattered, this was the least of painful experiences.

Still, he was enraged, boiling with anger. Reptilian eyes had spotted the boat far into the distance, and Chris unleashed a furiously, guttural cry. A sequence of vicious roars as loud as he could muster in hopes that those damned assailants could *feel* his anger. To understand the feeling that if he had the chance he'd tear and burn them all asunder.
After exhausting his primitive vocal cords, the dragon then rid himself of the dreadful cold touch of the sea by breathing fire beneath him, vaporizing the cold water upon him into a hot steam.

Yes, all of them. All will burn by my hand. Every damned one of them. Someone will pay for Angel's death.

But who? They had made their get away. Gone and out to see away from his wrath...However then he recalled Ernie's warning.

The mansion.

Ironic that Ernie had told him to keep him away, but if there was any chance they left any of these bastards behind Chris certainly planned on taking the opportunity. Rage had blinded him with confidence, the sea had smited his flight and several of the assailants had fled, but there was still an opportunity to shed blood. There will be no survivors, he was going to make this organization rue the day they ever messed with his team. There was one obvious problem however, aside from distinguishing allies from enemies.

These are in the way.

Chris's neck slithered back into a U, his maw darted and bit down hard on the base of his broken wing. There was no hesitation in force, no reluctant pause to consider getting a healer. Chris's bloodlust had become distant from such reasoning. he couldn't fix it, and the healers probably had more important injuries to take care of. A broken wing would get in the way of his sprinting, he'd be better off without it. The broken wing snapped off from the force, draconic blood gushing out from the wounded stump.

Ill escort these bastards straight to hell!

The pain was immense. It was one thing to nearly die, but self inflicted amputation was never easily registered, even for a dragon. The pain had only increased the adrenaline and his ire. To balance himself out, he severed his other, still-functioning, wing. The self inflicted pain had likely made him go mad, not just angry, but mentally unstable. Someone was certainly going to die from his burning vengeance.

Despite his berserk-like state, the pain had immobilized him for some expanse of a short moment. He panted with saliva and blood drooling from his saurian mouth. Once the adrenaline had overcome his maddened pain, Chris unleashed another battle cry as he darted off into a sprint. Like a predator in pursuit Chris accelerated quickly into a violent charge. His body moving like a s-shaped motion not unlike a lizard, and his speed was certainly impressive for his size. As his already swift sprint became closer to rivaling a cheetah's, his typical lizard-like movement evolved into a more cat-like run. He zipped past the light house with another cry of vengeance as his clawed feet tore through the earth. His eyes shifted to track heat as he made his way towards the estate to spot any of these damned criminals on the way.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Christopher Francis

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𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 / / ~𝟘𝟝𝟛𝟘

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The sandstorm triggered Chris's nictitating membrane to shield his eyes from the harsh sand. While his vision was protected, the leathery skin membrane of his wings were not so durable as the rest of his armored body; With the strong wind current and the sand particles that rained upon his wings like bullets, his flight maneuverability was becoming hampered by the condition. With two walls now blocking the way for the rest of the team and the trees still pouring in like zombies, Chris had to move quickly. He was unable to see the attackers in his current position and would only be able to do so once he can fly over those walls, a task becoming less likely as the sand continued to rain down.

Chris ignored Ernie's transmission, he had no plans to take cover. Before he could advance however, Allison's transmission stopped him. Unlike Ernie's suggestion, Chris was able to move past his seething ire of blood lust in favor of strategy. Allison said that Angelique may be alive, and while that was an unlikely speculation, Chris was optimistic enough to want to at least try and recover her alive...if Allison was right in her guessing.

A swift u-turn changed Chris into the direction of the wind's path, making his trip towards Allison and others by what was left of the lighthouse to be a slightly easier journey. He descended upon his teammates with a crashing thud into the earth, feet planted firmly on the impact. Fierce eyes and a monstrous roar displayed that Chris was not being very patient. His tail thwacked hard against the earth as if to say to his comrades to hurry the hell up and climb on. Like Zoe, Chris was out for blood, and he would be damn sure these assholes get whats coming to them whether or not they have Angelique.

NEMESIS HEARTS: You Are Worthy Of...

I'll express some interest into this.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Christopher Drake Francis

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𝕆𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / ~𝟘𝟝𝟚𝟝

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Before he committed to a transformation, Chris took off his shirt and rolled it up into a form of gag to put in his mouth. The rain that fell upon his bare skin was cold and bitter; Of course, that was the least of concern to his discomfort. With the cloth in his mouth to suppress his screams, Chris fell to the stone floor of the cliff as his body slowly turned into black goop. Blackened, tar-like flesh dripped and pooled into the crevice he was in. With his strength melting away it became harder to hold onto the cloth with his dissolving teeth and muscles.

His pants fell over the pool and within a minute and a half of time his body had broken down completely; Flesh liquified, bones crumbled, and vital organs that were floating above the bubbling mess of tar that barely mingled with the water dripping onto it. The drops of water that mixed with the puddle soon began to steam as the puddle's temperature began to rise rapidly. The skeletal fragments within the liquid began to rise just as the heat did, remolding and growing in size as it rapidly grew into the frame of the primordial beast that slept within Chris. The fire that coiled around the dragon skeleton seemed to shape it as if it were a solid force that pushed it along like clay. The flames soon became submerged by the tar that began to connect and tether around the newly shaped bones in sinewy strands and seeping masses. The vital organs, no longer resembling that of a human's, floated into their appropriate place before the newly growing tissue and muscle began to form within and around the frame. Blood vessels were traced over as the sharp and keeled black scales grew over the skin.

The stone crevice crumbled away from the 20 foot beast that formed from within. Chris's wings spread outward as he released a guttural roar, a war-cry of pride. His eyes could see the trees slowly lumbering towards the lighthouse, and behind them there seemed to be some kind of wall that formed. Were they trying to block them off from the boat? With a brief scan of his heat vision he could see that the wall was giving off a great deal of heat, but otherwise he couldn't see any trace of any actual human...Was this some kind of test or were they trying to slow them down?

With Hazel having already prepared her powers, Chris decided to charge head on. The dragon dashed forward in a short gallop before he took off into the air. He slowly curved his direction, dipping to the farthest end of the line of animate trees that he could tell were alive. With his throat and belly glowing a brilliant crimson, Chris unleashed his flames; Spraying down the tree monsters as he curved across them to incinerate as much as he could in a row before his breathe ran dry.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Christopher Drake Francis

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Chris didn't bother to take his phone back from Ernie; Something like that was the last thing running through his mind. His worries for Siena and Brent had lessened as Ernie had informed the group that they are now in the tunnels. Still, they were away from the group, and Gregory couldn't make it. The very thought that these weren't monsters, but people that were doing this to them pissed him off. It shouldn't, after all, people always do shitty things; the massacre that was their first day at the school was a grim reminder of such an example; Yet he couldn't help quell his rage. Regardless of how aware how foolish and impossible the task may be, he desired revenge for this whole ordeal.

Having made up his mind, Chris separated from the tunnel group and slowly crept out the door. He kept close to the wall of the lighthouse as he tried to move as stealthy as he could, around the lighthouse and towards the rocky cliff area. He wanted to transform, but first he needed a proper place to do so, and thus he made his way and crawled into a nearby nook on the cliffside.

Circus of Hunters (Interest Check)

This has my interest

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Kriv 'Jackal' Westari

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While the group went back to the new expansion of that unnatural cave, Jackal remained fixated on the dirt hut. Approximately 10 meters away from the hut he started to dig out a shallow trench and a wall of dirt from the dig, connected to the cold waters of the running stream. He had only just started when he heard the action from the distance. The primitive reptile considered his options. He certainly has experience in combat, was it reasonable to risk his own hide? He had already obtained a meal that could last him a few moons, and most of those strange creatures have yet to proof his trust.

Besides, he had figured they were likely almost done with their expedition anyhow, his assistance would likely be unnecessary at this point, so the primitive alien continued to dig away at the trench, slowly building up a wall on the inner side of the hand-crafted forming moat. He'd dig as deep as the barrier let him, five feet, before only indestructible stone stood below him. He thought to himself perhaps he could finish the moat by the time the rest return, and he continued to make sure there was at least a 50 meter distance between the moat and the dirt hut to allow room for other constructions. The moat dug out 6 feet in width.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Christopher Francis

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The alarms awoke Chris from his slumber, with a quick change of clothes he left his room as quick as he could to join the others in the basement. Under attack? Chris never heard of the Amigos before, but it it had to have been some rogue subnatural group or something by his speculation. Leaving was a good idea, only that there were two missing, Gregory and..

Angelique, of course. It was only natural for the universe to rip away the friend that had given him advice and comfort thus far. He didn't give a shit about the danger or the orders of the others. He wasn't going to leave her behind.

"You guys can go ahead, I'm not going." He announced defiantly with arms crossed as he stood away from the secret passage.

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Kriv 'Jackal' Westari

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The primitive creature was less interested in the strange abomination and his creature making, and more so in the fact that the earth had arose to form a hut by sheer will. The creature was fascinated, intrigued. "A shelter made..so quickly..without the lift of a finger!" He commented as he inspected the simplistic design. It would suffice.

"Can you make more with your witchcraft?"