MsMorningstar

|| Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP] ||

@NorthernKraken

I think they get them from FontMeme. It's the same site I use.

|| Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP] ||

Hello everybody, the discord server for this RP is up!

Here's the Link!

Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP]

@MsMorningstar

Looks cool! It's very traditionally based on what's described in myths and texts, but such monsters don't need to be exactly as they are told. Again, creative liberties can be taken if you want. Like, for example, the ancient people may mistake the tail for being a snake, but rather it's say a scorpion tail or something cool. Or combine the traits into one animal but with only one head and body that invokes all three traits of the lion, goat, and serpent.

Again, this is my idea if I wanted to go about utilizing the Chimera, but if you feel like really wanting the pic you're showing, then go for it! Just throwing it out there, you don't need to follow what I said - it's only an idea for a more "naturalistic" approach. :)

@Lmpkio

Oh wow! Thank you so much! I do really like the picture and the concept of having multiple heads on my creature, but this "naturalistic" approach sounds very intriguing. I'll have to think long and hard about it. Again, thank you! You'll know my decision soon enough.

Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP]

@Lmpkio

I found a reference image...not sure if it'll fly but I think it's absolutely epic. Also, I was thinking of making it a bit smaller just to cap it a lil'.

My Chimera

If that's all fine, I'll get to work on my sheet right away!

Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP]

@Lmpkio

Hi! I'd love to join this, and was wondering if I could play as a chimera, just upscaled? It would also have different animal parts making it up than the usual lion/snake/what have you.

EDIT: If I can find the reference image I'm looking for. Otherwise, I'll just go for a more normal chimera.

RPGC #23: InGlorious - Discussion

@SleepingSilence

But you are trying to influence people's minds. Why else would you spend...I don't know, at least an hour reading and rewriting everybody's works? If you weren't trying to change people's minds and convince them that what they wrote wasn't correct (even if it's just in your opinion, as you say) then what was your aim?

I was checking up on the threads and found myself drawn to the discussion happening in this one. Hope you don't mind me butting in. Of course, no review is perfect. But I hope you continue to work on your critiques/write another in the future. UwU

RPGC #23: InGlorious - Prompt and Entries

So, this was definitely a piece of work. I enjoyed writing it though, even if the end did come out a bit rough. Would love to hear suggestions and other critiques. :D Should be 777 words, by the way.

The Woman In Red

Draped in red, lacy fabric hugging a frame that howled femininity. A glossy coating on pouty lips. A slight tug on the waves she had effortlessly worked into her hair. An adjustment of the strap of her designer bag. The subtle shift of her weight, stiletto heels digging into the tender flesh of pedicured feet as she twisted her wedding ring until it slid off of her finger. Heavily shadowed eyes, a sly wink into the mirror. A grin, wicked and etched with excitement.

It was time.

She strode-sauntered, rather, onto the dancefloor. The crowd did not part for her, but she slunk through with grace. Lights flared and pulsed around her in time to the heavy music, a myriad of colors illuminating bodies. The acrid scent of booze dulling her senses in a way she found exhilarating. Her heart danced, thudding to the thunderous beat. She approached the middle, gathering herself as the song shifted. Packed with bass, a song fit for a show. She danced.

Spinning, heels clicking against the laminated tiles that were spotted with liquor and sweat. Like no one was watching, though she felt his gaze on her. It didn’t take long, it never did. A pause, turning towards the pair of glossy eyes that had been burning holes into her body. Handsome, strong features that she delighted in. She would have him tonight.

A wink when the light struck her frame, lips spreading, temptatious. Pivoting, she swayed to the beat of a new song.

It took mere moments. Eyes closed, she smirked as a pair of hands snaked around her waist. Cologne wafted off of him, though it did nothing to cover up the reek of aged spirits. A seemingly endless moment, where it was only them.

Then he spoke. “Come up to my room,” A mask of confidence, given to him by the liquor he had consumed. Facing him, her gaze was drawn to the tension in his shoulders. Honey brown eyes spoke, telling her what he couldn’t. She gifted him an unsuspecting smile, unmistakably coy.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He guided her, past the noise and confusion and to his room. It was nothing special, she supposed he had already splurged on the location. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air. His suitcase, untouched, as if he had just checked in that evening and gone straight to the club.

It hardly mattered, because they had found each other. She settled her purse delicately on the bedside table, excitement trickling down her spine. A quick shimmy released her from skin-tight clothing.

Their night began.

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Sure hands removed the ‘please make my room’ placard, inserting the keycard in its place. A click, and the maid swung open the door. The smell hit her first. Strong, a metallic tang she didn’t recognize filling the space. A crinkle of her nose and she turned the corner. Her mouth went slack at the sight.

Draped in sheets stained a rusty red, loosely covering a seemingly naked, masculine frame. A thick coating of blood on parted lips. Mussed hair, he had been rudely awakened from a night of enjoyment. Honey brown eyes faded and glossy. A scream etched on his face that failed to escape his lips.

She screamed. Turning tail and abandoning the man before even noticing the photographs littering the floor. Women, tied to headboards with throats slashed. His personal collection, that he carried to bolster confidence, and to keep him sane during moments of withdrawal.

She ran so fast that the door to the room remained open, and passersby wondered about the stench leaking from the room. No one suspected a thing, until the head detective of the Chicago PD came to each and every room to question them on if they’d heard or seen anything the night before.

Word spread quickly, hitting the news despite the police department’s best efforts.

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“Another murder in Chicago, babe? I’m shocked.” Dahlia yawned as she settled her hands on her husband’s shoulders. She wore long sleeves, disguising the marks around her wrists. Her head cocked as the reporter on the news told them that the man had been stabbed fatally in the heart. A small smirk tugged on her lips as the question ‘Is This The Work of The Infamous Chicago Man Eater?’ slowly drifted across the bottom of the screen.

“Chicago Man Eater...so that’s what they’re calling her.” Her husband muttered, seemingly unimpressed. Dahlia sighed, retracting her hands after he reached up and stroked one with great affection. She resigned to making the kids a hearty breakfast.

It seemed her husband would never appreciate her profession.

The Red Hoods: Initiates

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Interacting With: @Damo021 & @NorthernKraken

Eliza entered the inn with a warm smile on her face, her posture relaxed despite her being frigid from the rain. From what she had been told, these women were in need of a bit of comfort and support. Being sent a mysterious letter about a family member’s safety, or lack thereof, was far from ideal. Eliza’s eyes briefly wandered over the scenery of the inn. Cozy. Nothing like her past haunts. Then again, that was probably a goo-

Before she could complete her train of thought, one of the women surged toward them. She seemed a bit frazzled, holding an air of urgency about her. Eliza stuck out a hand in greeting, cocking her head toward her companions so she could introduce them all. That was when she took note of Colin…

Her eyes darted between Colin and Kate, tension taking claim of the space between her shoulders. She dropped the hand she had offered to the girl who had to be Meg, ready to walk over to Colin and attempt to diffuse the situation. Before she could make a move, Kate had charged.

Eliza’s immediate reaction was to stand, shocked, as they rushed out the door and into the pouring rain. It took her a moment to register Meg’s words, and by then Nyssa was already out the door. Confusion drained out of her system in an instant when she realized the vampire had given chase, replaced by irritation and a tinge of horror. Was Nyssa going to hurt their clients? More importantly, was she going to hurt Colin? Eliza gave Meg a tired frown, before busting out the door behind her. She stood in the rain, watching the scene unfold.

Her jaw went slack as she watched the vampire slam Colin to the floor, and for a moment she was concerned that Nyssa had given into her ways. She pumped her feet, panic clouding her mind. She hesitated as she neared, close enough to hear Nyssa berating, but not attacking, Colin. Chest heaving, Eliza listened to the remainder of Nyssa’s heated speech with a heavy sigh. She supposed it was right of Nyssa to be against Kate’s action, but was a threat really necessary? And what was this about a lover’s quarrel? Goddess, Colin had some explaining to do.

After she helped him recover, of course.

Scrambling towards him, Eliza cast Nyssa her most stern motherly look, as if scolding her for pushing her brother. She reached out to take Colin’s hand and help him to his feet. She wished to wipe the mud off of his cloak, but she’d assist him in laundering it later. ”C’mon, gather yourself.” She then stood on the tips of her toes to hiss in his ear. ”Pray tell why this girl chased you? She’s our client, Colin, you can’t run away like a frightened animal.”

The Red Hoods: Initiates

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Current Hairstyle||Current Outfit

Interactions: Nyssa Devout
Mentions: @Damo021

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Throughout the journey, Eliza felt herself growing restless. She spent every moment doing something. Whether it be crafting little clay men and working on her more complex movements, making delicate charms during the less rocky periods of the journey, or even just twisting and un-twisting her hair. Her hands were always busy, but she resisted the urge to speak entirely. Every time she felt she had to speak, she'd force herself to sleep. She was sure she talked a lot while she rested, as her dreams were almost always about pleasant times with her mentor. Either way, she usually woke up renewed, before soon falling back into her state of unease.

When rations came around, she ate her part willingly. She wasn't one to deny any food, even though she'd be lying if she said watching Vitius chug his blood didn't make her stomach churn. Soon enough, she developed a system of delicately avoiding his gaze whenever it came time to eat. She'd glance at Colin from time-to-time to ensure he wasn't having another freakout, giving him a small, reassuring smile when their gazes met.

It seemed as though she was just moments away from a freakout of her own before they arrived outside the inn where they were supposed to be staying. She huffed, pulling her yellow hood up and over the hair-do she had finally settled on. Taking her bag -which contained her clothes and the charms she didn't have on her person- she patted herself down one last time to make sure she had everything. Stepping out of the carriage after Vitius and Sadon, she watched as they wandered down the path, hopefully heading towards the inn as they were supposed to.

Eliza began the task of stretching, planning on waiting for Colin so they could walk together. Suddenly, a distraction came. A woman jumped off the carriage, deft as could be. Eliza cocked her head, recognizing the girl as one of the fellow members of Finlay's group. The newly turned vampire. At least, that's what Brighid had identified her as. Her yellow hood made them equals, but she certainly seemed different than the rest. Her mannerisms spoke of confidence, and her amber gaze was enchanting. When the girl smirked, Eliza tried to spot the fangs hiding behind her lips. She caught herself staring, and forced a nod at the woman's words, despite that being the strangest response.

When the girl began walking away, Eliza turned to the carriage. She wanted to wait for Colin...but if she stuck with him all the time she'd never make new friends. Deciding against abandoning him entirely, she called out to him. "Colin, c'mon, we gotta meet Meg and Kate!"

Wrapping her cloak around herself, she jogged until her pace was matched with the female vampire's. She turned her face to look at the woman, smiling. "Hi there, I'm Eliza. Who're you?" She waited patiently for a response, before following up with another comment. "Strange we had to go on loan, huh? I guess they didn't know what to do with all of us."

MsMorningstar's 1x1 Interest Check! [UPDATED 2/08/20]

Bump! Will update with plots soon.