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Be the superhero roleplay that you want to see in the world.
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Years after writing my original post and funnily enough, I'm still Prose!

I'm twenty something, I like superheroes, magic and well... anything that happens to catch my eye. Sometimes I take random breaks from this site and reappear when you least expect me. Sorry about that. It's the mental health. I thrive in high casual settings and I like to write the same characters over and over so expect to see them regurgitated across different threads.

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"Luckily for you," the vampire said, voice hinting a slight amusement. "I don't sparkle until the moon rises, I find that I'm not very into daylight."

The vampire had never really hated wolves, he'd technically never spoken to one before this moment. The strong smell of feral animal was the only part of them that he found heavily unappealing. His kind tended to smell of the preserved dead, like meat in a refrigerator. It was easier to ignore a smell like that, it was not so easy to ignore a smell like feral dog.

Offensive smells would often bother Valentino, something about enhanced senses made everything even more annoying. "Guideline number two, we don't touch each other's stuff. It just strikes me as impolite to do that anyhow."

He settled onto his bed, carefully setting his bag onto the floor. It was only half unpacked but he was already growing bored of the process. He'd deal with it later when he wasn't getting to know the boy that he'd be sharing a room with until his conclusion with this school. "More importantly, no bleeding beyond this point. Got a papercut? Take it outside. Life threatening wound? To the hallway!"
@EchoicChamber I dug it! Your posts are always very nice.
@Echoicchamber Sorry that this response is so bad, I got kind of stuck in it and decided to push myself through it. I hope it's not too awful!




As insane as this new environment was, it was full of entertainment and that was enough for him. Intense emotion was what fueled glamour, these people were already proving to let off a lot of that. He could almost breathe in the static of emotion that was sparking around the clearing. He loved it. Not only were these people entertaining but they were helping him build up enough glamour to patch up some of his flesh.

He focused on his skin threading together along his finger, happy to know that his human form wouldn't start shucking flesh off any time soon. He was starting to grow restless though, standing about didn't suit him. He wondered when they'd finally be escorted to their new school in the sky, he had a growing urge to seek out his new dorm and take a breather.

Though, this field of absolute insanity had brought him to Dawn. He found that he appreciated it for that at least, she was an interesting companion and he had quickly grown fond of her. He hoped that they would continue to talk while they attended the university together. "I actually think I'm going to like this place," he said. "Lots of emotion, lots of glamour. It's sort of like a dream."

His excitement was sparked as someone started wailing on the prince. It probably wasn't the best thing to get excited about but the influx of rage and pain was inticing. Despite his pleasantries, he was a kelpie at heart and the idea of watching the prince possibly die on the ground was appealing. For the sake of his nice company, he tried not to stare for too long.

He wrenched his gaze away, "What are you coming to learn more about at the academy? I'm wanting to learn water manipulation. Kelpies are born with a sort of inherent knowledge of shape-shifting, though I don't know everything. My forms are often unstable, as one can tell with all the uh dying."


Martin Cromwell.

The Campsite - Male Cabins.



"I knew you were a loser, but I didn’t take you for being a fucking idiot, too."

Winded, like being punched in the stomach. It hurt to hear her spit acid at him, it was unexpected and it made him feel shaky. He was used to nasty comments, he was used to being shoved aside and unheard. Yet, he was strangely unprepared for this and the little beast of self doubt was having a fucking blast with that. It was the first time in a long time that he hadn't had a wall at the ready, there was nothing for her words to bounce off of. It was the first time in a long time that someone had managed to hurt his feelings.

The words were in the atmosphere, pounding on his head erratically to gain his attention. They were bells ringing in his ears, they were rain pounding so hard that it was stinging his flesh. He wanted to curl in on his self, he wanted to disappear from this spot. He wanted to be anywhere but here. Her apology sounded strained, like she was grating it out through her teeth, like there were tears caught in her throat. It didn't make him feel any better.

At Kimberly's request for help, she was all too quick to get to her feet and leave him there. He was dazed, staring after her as she avoided his look of confusion. She wouldn't even look in his eyes. He wanted to say something, maybe something to reassure her that even if that hurt his feelings, he wasn't angry. He didn't blame her for lashing out, he blamed himself for saying something to have caused it.

Instead, he found himself staying strangely silent. While sirens were screaming in his ears so loudly that it could have made him grind his teeth, he kept his mouth shut. He could talk to her later, he could apologize for saying nonsense to try to comfort her. He could- he could do something. Right now, he needed to help move things or else they were all goners and there would be no later.

He stood slowly, stiffly, and- froze. First, Kimberly's scream. Then, the door cracking as an axe slammed into the wood and he saw the face of that monster on the other side. He stepped through, wood crumbled around him as if it was nothing. Martin stepped back, his gaze flashing around the room for something, anything that he could use to ward off the beast. Everything in this room seemed so useless. It was all too heavy.

He had to think, what would suffice as a weapon or a distraction? He could become a distraction himself, but what would that mean for him if he wasn't fast enough? Likely, an axe to the head. Well, he didn't know what would happen unless he tried. Settling his nerves, he prepared to do the most reckless thing he'd ever done.

The boy sucked in a breath, stepped onto one of the scattered bed frames, balanced precariously, and raised his voice into a shout. "Hey, shit for brains, over here!"

He had no delusions of grandeur, he didn't think that he could beat that thing in a fight. He didn't think that he could even really outrun it. He did think, that if he'd judged this correctly, he might have time to leap to the side before an axe split his face in half. That was all speculation, of course, he'd already seen what happened to the brave and impotent here. This wasn't bravery though, this was sheer recklessness. If it was busy trying to mutilate Martin then it might give the others time to get out.

And then what? He figured he'd try to scramble away or hope somebody lured this beast out before it ended his pitiful life. God, he hoped this wasn't in vain. "Come and fucking axeify me, big guy!"



Aliana Agüero.

The Campsite - Boat House.



In the darkness of the boat house, it was easy to become undone. Nothing on this earth scared her quite as much as darkness did. She had lived with this childish fear for about as long as she could remember. It was easy to stave off, she slept with the light on most of the time to chase the darkness out. The only light in their hiding place was the beam from Lynette's phone, it wasn't much but it kept her from losing her cool.

She focused on the beam of light, trying to calm her breathing and not peer into the darkness. She counted each breath, measured how long she held it and released it. It wasn't really completely dark, she had Lynette's phone light. She just had to keep focusing- A sort of shuffling, scraping noise.

She looked around, panic flitting across her face. It had to be a rat or something, right? In the corner of the room, she could barely see it. It was more of a silohouette than a person but the light highlighted it's cheeks in amber. It was moving slowly but with purpose, dragging it's left leg along behind it as if it were nothing but dead weight. Maybe it was dead weight.

When she could finally make out the features in its face, a noise escaped her throat. The sound was pitched, reedy and thin. It was a sort of half-scream, she immediately stumbled backwards and nearly toppled over herself onto the ground. She needed to get the hell out of here.

Omen, her last name meant "omen" in Spanish.

Omen, this had to be some kind of omen. Her mom had always told her that if a person saw their doppelganger, they were sure to die. This had to be some kind of sign. How could it be anything other than a sign when the creature she was staring at was herself? The same golden brown skin, the same thick dark hair and the same crooked smile. The same in every way.

Her left leg was dragging behind her and blood was trickling down her lowerlip, dripping off her chin. Her eyes were flat and gray. It looked as of half of her face had been torn from the bone, it was bloody and crawling with maggots. It made her want to puke. The thing, her doppelganger was only getting closer and closer to her.

Another pitched noise escaped her, this one cut off almost immediately by her covering her own mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut, her chest heaving with each struggling breath. When she opened then again, the doppleganger was gone and she was freaking out over nothing but empty air.
@EchoicChamber Sorry if I'm holding you up at all, I'll try to get a post up in a bit!




At Dawn's explanation of her abilities, he did start to believe her about the possession. He figured that if any person knew what was going on then it would be someone who could see into others heads. Though there was an itch of discomfort in the back of his mind about the prospect, could she see into his head too? He knew that she probably could. There was something invasive about a power like that, though with Dawn's polite nature, he was sure that she knew that.

As she turned her focus onto the possessed woman, he watched carefully. It was interesting to think that ghosts or spiritual entities might exist somehow. He had never really thought about it, when the fae died, their spirits didn't linger. They had types of fae that were very ghost-like but they didn't really have ghosts. How odd it was that one would want to go to school, he wouldn't have expected it.

When, seemingly, the woman was freed of its presence, he smiled to Dawn. "I didn't even know ghosts existed, this is all very strange." he said, it was something to think about. "The Fae don't really have spirits, or at least I've never heard it mentioned seriously. We have wraith-like creatures but that's obviously not the same-"

He was cut off by the voice of a boy that had arrived into the clearing. The boy's arrival was something out of a movie, it was very odd to watch and it confused the kelpie even more. He was starting to wonder why he'd been so curious about other people, they were all obviously a little insane. He didn't like the attitude of this young man, it reminded him of the court royals. Especially Unseelie royals.

Arrogance was clear to see, it took a special amount of arrogance to stroll in here with so much flair. It should have been impressive. Someone who demanded so many eyes with his presence should have awed him, he instead found himself feeling very repulsed. Royals, they always thought that they were better than everyone else. They always needed to be the most this or the most that.

He watched as the prince demanded to know the whereabouts of the headmaster. He was practically threatening them with physical harm and as much as the water horse loved a good tussle, he wasn't really in the mood. He wanted to give the young man a piece of his mind but he also wanted to leave this one alone. Luckily for him, it was then that the presumed human, the one with the salt, slammed a staff into the earth.

What he saw was like glamour in a way, threads of magic that altered the appearance of the noble. The prince was suddenly in threadbare clothing and his servants were dressed to the nines. His elaborate and beautiful entourage of animals were now suddenly very ugly and retchid looking creatures. It was an impressive show of power. Isaiah found himself liking the human with the staff, he was certainly entertaining.

"Now, that was pretty interesting." he said to Dawn, voice hinting excitement at the display. "I didn't think I'd get to see so much so soon."


I'm having a hard time writing Isaiah right now, I'll try to get my next post up sometime later today.








The door opened behind him and it might have startled him in another life, one where he couldn't hear footsteps approaching from a mile away. The smell was feral, it was canine. The musk of a wild dog, a scent that would be imposing to other canines but had little effect on the vampire. He had imagined his roommate being another vampire, that was highly wishful thinking though. Of course they'd choose to room him with a werewolf. They probably wanted to teach him some valuable lesson in befriending werewolves. Great.

He turned to face his new roommate. He kept his mouth shut as his gaze scanned over the other boy carefully. He was relatively the same height as Valentino but he was built like a powerhouse. He looked as if he'd spent a good portion of his teenage years hitting the local gyms. He had long dark hair that framed an interesting face and eyes that seemed dark from a distance. If ever he had seen a boy that looked like a werewolf, it was this one.

Under normal circumstances, he would have found the boy attractive. It was hard to focus on that when all he could smell was the feral scent wafting off of him. He hated that, not that he expected this boy was looking at him in that way. He just liked to have the option of admiring the beautiful, they could be like art in their own way. Living exhibits, inhabited by beautiful scenery.

Valentino sighed through his nose, suspecting that this would be the first of many times that a pretty face was spoiled by the smell of dog. "Ciao, lupo." his accent was thick and Italian, strangely fitting somehow. "I'm Valentino, feel free to refer to me as any variation of that."

He made a vague twirling motion with his hand before returning to unpacking his bag, no longer interested in looking at the wolf. "What might I call you? We need to set down some room guidelines, I'm not so into. . . sharing my space with someone. I'd prefer if we each kept in our respective areas, just so nobody ends up annoyed."

Aliana Agüero.

The Campsite - Docks.



It was safe to say that Aliana was glad that her more adventurous friend had agreed to stay put. It wasn't that she didn't want to go traipsing straight into whatever was causing that caphocony of horrible noises. It was just that she didn't want to go traipsing straight into whatever was causing that caphocony of horrible noises. Call it instict, and her instinct was good but she didn't trust whatever was happening at the campsite. Those noises didn't seem fake.

The idea of this camping trip becoming a slaughter fest was enough to make her hair stand on end. She was already on edge enough from the darkness around them but the idea of anything else? Awful. She was glad that she'd opted to stay by the docks. Not only was the view better but she'd managed to avoid that entire scenario down there. It didn't stop her from being curious about what was occurring though.

When she saw the figure bolting towards them, all the curiosity quickly drained away. She didn't want to know. "Oh holy crap, that's comforting."

The dark gave way to the features of a very panicked young man, who in his frenzy had thought it was appropriate to precariously steer their small group behind a storage shed. In her fight or flight state, she had nearly drove her foot into his shin. That would have been a great first impression. The sheer palor of his terrified face had been enough to stave off the response. He looked like he was barely holding it together, hell, he didn't look like he was holding it together at all.

She quickly stepped back from him, shooting a confused glance to Lynette as he addressed her directly. She immediately felt her mouth go dry at what he said. Somebody died. Now, that made her immediately nervous. Somewhere out here in the dark was a monster, a creature who's intent was to hurt these kids. Somewhere out here in the dark was something that she didn't want the pleasure of seeing.

"Oh no, oh shit. You poor thing." she sounded sympathetic but her mind was racing through a thousand different scenarios. She could outrun a lot of things but a monster? "This is messed up. Lynette. Do you think it's even possible run out of here? Where do we hide?"
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