Horrid

Supernatural on Adventure

"Oh a ranger is it? I've worked with your guild before quite a few times. Helped me to track down quite a few nasty creatures until I learned to properly track my quarry for myself. Good folk, the rangers." Jovial and warm was her tone as she hopped over a small hole with a clatter and a grunt. She was not beginning to tire, but rather beginning to bore of walking. The torch was making her sweat in her plate, and the dark of the cave was almost oppressive. "I now realise that I would have preferred to have taken the surface, but I guess we get there either way." She muttered to herself before concentrating her attentions on Jacque's question. "I began my training young. Three and ten years if I remember correct," She brings up her sword-hand and looks to count over her curled fingers for a moment before nodding, "Yes, three and ten. This wretch we are moving towards had already ruined my village and my family, so I asked the waves for guidance. They pushed me to the Slayers. I hid away in one of their caravans and when I was found out, I begged them to train me to hunt monsters." She chuckled lightly, a bubbly but gruff sound. "I took to it like a bird to the air. Found that it was the one thing that I was truly exceptional at. Soon enough I was leading parties, training recruits of my own and hunting the big game. Dragons, Hydras, Giants and the sort. I was well on my way to becoming one of the Purifiers and taking the hunts a step further when I caught wind of this disgusting creature on the rise once more, so I requested leave to hunt it for myself. Now I'm here." She takes a look up the tunnel and growls in annoyance. "By the depths, how much farther until I can see sunlight again!?"

Hidden Truths

Tina stood at the bus stop dutifully, tapping her foot on the pavement in either anticipation or annoyance. In front of her she held a tray, suspended by a strap looped around the back of her neck that was beginning to make the muscles in her neck ache. The smell wafting from the various baked goods on the tray was almost making her lose her mind, but she had eaten enough whilst waiting here for this dang tourist bus. It was only a while ago that she was coming into the town on a bus just like this one, so she could understand how strange an experience it could b- That jam donut looks so heavenly right now, oh my goodness. She caught herself reaching into the tray as the bus rolled up and slowed to a stop with a great, drawn-out hiss, and quickly pulled her hand away, and up to her brunette mohawk quickly before she brushed off her sleeves to make herself as presentable as possible. The bus doors opened with another drawn-out hiss and she lapsed straight into her rehearsed spiel. "Welcome to Califum! One of the homes of the strange, unexplained and downright spooky! We at Vallance Amazin' Glazin' Eats and Treats would like to personally welcome you to the town with a free, complimentary, free, no-charge no-cash required, free, free, free selection of sampler products!" Her voice was jubilant and chirpy as she was rocked by the crowd grabbing for all the baked goods they could hold. She was treated herself to the collective 'mmmmmm' of the crowd as they made their appreciation known verbally. She smiled and giggled before finishing her bit. "It seems that you all liked them so much, that I've just plum run out! Oh well, its okay. If you did want some more sometime, come on down to Vallance Amazin' Glazin' Eats And Treats! Only a couple of minutes walk from here, and we're always happy to receive your patronage! We may be new here, but we're on the rise!" She finished with an enthusiastic hop on the spot before folding her tray up and depositing it into a backpack nearby. With a tired sigh, she picked up the skateboard next to it and leaned against the bus stop to just appreciate all of the people enjoying her family's products.

Hidden Truths

I posted a monster as well to my initial character post, please tell me if it needs tweaking at all.

@Horrid

For him to nearly surpass the sound barrier by flying is extremely close to it being OP. Could that be lessened slightly?

@FoxFireOfDawn

Sure, I was just basing it off what I read about the actual Mothman, but it seemed a bit outlandish to me. How is it now?

Achievers

Morrigan was too caught up in the momentum and motion of the uppercut to dodge the strike aimed at her ribs. It collided with her hard, and knocked the wind from her lungs. She could only gasp loudly as she looked her opponent in the eyes with a look of rage and disdain. Summoning her will once more, she stood her ground against the blow, feet planted firmly upon the ground. She was sure that she could feel the internal spreading warmth and solid clicks of a few of her ribs finally breaking, and her blood seeping into her body as she bled internally. Around them the battle was all but dwindling, either side being pushed back in turn as the stragglers dragged off the injured or watched on in awe. She would need to finish this quickly, and he was much too fast for her to outpace. A loud, shrill cicada song came from The Arms as she began a quick motion with both arms, making a move to grab at the arm that Leo had thrown at her stomach, intending to put a vice-like grip on it to hold him in place. Her other hand went to her thigh holster to draw Red Rum, a shell already loaded just in case a situation like the arose. With a click, she flicked the safety off and brought it to bear, bringing the barrel in line with the lion-man's knee. "Lay low, creature!" She gasped out as the barrel ignited and hoping she held him in place for long enough to hit the shot. "Or else the next one goes in between your teeth!"

Hidden Truths

I posted a monster as well to my initial character post, please tell me if it needs tweaking at all.

Hidden Truths

Can we just post now or will there be an intro post? If the former, should we all start in the same place or just start a standard day in the life of the character?

Hidden Truths

Appearance: Tina has adopted a punk look for herself, with a touch of girlish charm to balance it out. She can usually be seen wearing baggy hooded jackets over various band, show and game logo shirts. She favours skirts but always wears a pair of bike pants beneath as a 'just-in-case' measure. She is a bit shorter than most her age and has the voice of an angry pixie. Her skin is tanned and freckled, with the occasional beauty spot here and there. She has one on her cheek just below her eye and another on her collarbone, for example. Her hair is, strangely enough, cut in a mohawk and can sometimes be seen dyed in bright colours, but often it is just her natural brunette. She wears no makeup. Name: Valentina Vallance Age: 15 Occupation: Student, but she works at her family's bakery on the side. Hometown: Califum, formerly Portland, Oregon. Bio: Her family runs a bakery in town, she works there. She doesn't have that much of a story to her. She moved into town recently and doesn't really have many friends to speak of. She mainly sticks around her two younger brothers, her mother, her step-father and keeps to herself at school. She's known to most as a daydreamer, her interest in the supernatural is well known amongst her siblings. She goes by 'Tina' but her family address her as 'V.V'. Her family is a very active one, outside of the bakery they are all encouraged to get outside often. As a result Tina is very fit and favours a skateboard as her mode of transportation, but she can show off with it when she feels the need. Though she loves her two brothers, she isn't the closest with their father, now her step-father. When not in school or working at the bakery, she can usually be found tearing it up on her board, brah. Symbol on the Cipher Wheel: An Eye. Theme song: One Day Other: 'Reality is an illusion and the universe is a hologram!' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Appearance: Never seen for more than a split-second or out of the corner of the eye of the average person, Roland is a relatively mysterious creature even though he is a child. If one were to get a good look at him, they would see what appears to be a featureless child of around 14 with black, fur-covered skin and no visible landmarks aside from his large, red compound eyes. He has no mouth or nose, merely bumps that look similar to them from afar. His arms are longer than a normal child's, ending at around his knees in thick forearms and talon-tipped fingers on large hands. The fur on his scalp is longer than the rest of his body by about 6-7 inches and flows behind him in a windswept mane. Most peculiar is his wings, which sprout from his head, starting at his brow and sweeping back as two long, thick tendrils which connect to large, sweeping membranes that run all the way down his back and end at his heels. They make him looks more of a ray than a bird or moth. Name: Roland Age: Young, but exact age unknown. Species/Race: Mothman. Or rather, Moth-child. Bio: He adopted the name Roland. He seems to be alone. Abilities/Powers: Able to fly at speeds close to that of a speeding car. Able to communicate telepathically, but in broken speech. Can 'feel' potential danger in an area. As if he knows something bad COULD happen in a particular place. Theme song: Refrain Other: Collects various belongings and leaves them in odd places to warn of potential danger. Shoes strung up on a telephone may be a marking that he has been there, and to walk swiftly through the area. A traffic cone on a signpost could be a warning that a car may crash there soon. A toy robot in front of an abandoned factory could mean the machinery is dangerous inside or a few plush rats hanging from a restaurant's sign could could warn of potential food poisoning within.

Supernatural on Adventure

Turning his attention back to Priscilla, Jacque nodded though the gesture was lost given the fact that she looked ahead. "So long as you are certain. Still, this will be it's playing field. I'll honor your request to stand aside during your fight, however if you'd like information regarding the swamp i'd be willing to impart some. Fae touched lands are not lands that one should enter without caution, and this place will be no exception.".

Priscilla looked back to the large man and felt her lips part in a grin. It was enjoyable to not have to travel this last stretch of her journey alone, and the advantage of having a local to offer guidance was not lost on her as she nodded back at him. "Well, these being the lands that you live in, and the knowledge of those attuned with nature is always a welcome commodity to we Slayers on our hunts. But first allow me to ask you something. You have the smell of a man who has dedicated himself to the wilds, seen its secrets and tended to its denizens. Am I correct in the assumption that you are some sort of druid? Maybe a guardian of the wood? You strike me as a keeper of the peace."

Supernatural on Adventure

Priscilla stumbled as her foot caught on a rock in her path, but she recovered quick and continued at her determined pace. She felt the tingling in her fingertips and the pain behind her eye returning. They were nearing the swamp and in turn, the swamp drake. The smell of brimstone and rotting plant had become stronger and her mouth was beginning to feel like the scales of a desert wyrm. Omens all, but at this point nothing was going to deter her from her goal.

"Drakes are fiercely intelligent, not to mention manipulative, when you go up against this creature it will first try to wither you down mentally to soften you for the physical blow. You'll have to be clear headed if you want to survive."

She chuckled at the statement and nodded in the affirmative, "Oh yes, I've seen the temptations that the scaled folk can present us mortals with. I can assure you, supposed prince or not, there is nothing this squirming wretch can offer up to save itself now. And don't worry, I think best when I'm in the thick of conflict." She felt it unnecessary to mention that it was the only area that she considered herself as thinking well in. Her grip on her blade tightened. "I've come too far to be thrown off now."

Supernatural on Adventure

The tunnel was dark enough that Priscilla's torch could only light up a few meters around her, the disturbed dust and debris was thick in the air, stymieing the warm glow of the fire in her hand. She drew her blade slowly, squinting her eyes as if to pierce through the obfuscating clouds of dirt, and hefted it in one hand with relative ease. Years spent in the training yard and on the hunt have made her strong, and she was proficient with wielding the bastard blade's weight fluidly in either hand or both. The torchlight glinted off of the blade, highlighting the nicks and scratches in its surface, but also showing the keen edge it held. The sword's handle was decorated with rune-embroidered strips of cloth that dangled over its macelike pommel and lop-sided cross-guard Jacque's question caught her off-guard, making her pause in her step. The saddened expression on her face was known only to her in this dim lighting and closed-off space. She looked back, sweeping the hair from her eyes as she spoke. "That is a very good guess. Yes. The foul creature ruined my home," The memory was still fresh in her mind, whilst she had forgotten the name of the village and exactly where it was, she still remembered the events that drove her this far. She continued with anger in her voice, "Defiled the waters and devoured those I held dear." She spat in disgust, moving now with more purpose. "For that it will bleed."