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The square was really filling up at this point. And, with the approaching of the promised hour, people were beginning to grow restless. The beast tamer leaned against his mount, running a hand through the creatures neck fur, boredly going over what he planned on doing with the money after they took care of the monsters. Casualty never equated into his thoughts, of course, because he held full confidence in the bond between himself and Bo- albeit one formed only over the past few days. He peeked over Bo's shoulder just in time to see the gates open and an impressive templar stroll in. At the same time a girl fell harshly on to the ground, which caused Jere to tense and jerk forward to help her- but some gracious person was at once by her side, no doubt a companion or friend.

The elf settled back behind Bo, who obediently lay there and kept his teeth to himself. The wolf was behaving surprisingly well- for he did not growl nor did he threaten with bared teeth at any passerby. Jere was impressed mainly because he expected the wolf to be unmanageable in such a crowded place. The thought of mischievous little wolves drew the elf to remember a song from his childhood- one about men who snuck out to the woods at night and dance with wolves around fire. He produced his flute from the breastpocket of his coat, the glass glinting in the light. Bo's ears perked up at the first note, his tail swished once as he visibly relaxed and the song flowed from his tamers flute. With deft hands the elf played a joyful tune- softly so as to not bother those around him.

"Where's his hat!" Called someone jokingly, a coin dropping to the cobblestones at his feet. Humbly he lowered his eyes thankfully, raising his eyebrows to the person to express this as they passed.
Yeah ik- but he was just the first thing that popped in my head, idk why ;v;
I finally got the green light for my character, I'm going to get to work on my intro post


Nice first post Captor- he reminds me of Excalibur from soul eater with all those "fool!"'s he was throwing around xD
I'm still confused on what Most towns and cities look like, and what era were in...


Trainer hasn't really described the cities nor have they specifically mentioned an era- so just think of the rp as an open sandbox for the time being. That way everyones characters can dress the way they like.

This rp is collaborative, though, so throw any ideas around and we all can come to an agreement, and Trainer can approve or disapprove as they see fit.
Yeah only a few people need to put in their first posts. I think Ningal, Jerchicken, and Aivya.

While we wait we can all brainstorm the kind of demons/monsters are in the world- So we don't have to leave it all up to Trainer
Jere sat near the center of town square, pealing an apple with his only knife. He had been jostled from his sleep by the sounds of a massive migration of people toward this place. The beast whisperer had caught snippets of their excited and fearful chatter; people were in danger and they needed all the help they could get. To the wood elf this was all that needed to be said. The announcement the day before had caught his interest- he was so excited, in fact, that he had camped out at the meeting place all night. This, however, was not out of his routine- he had no other place to stay, being the penniless wanderer that he was.

Turns out he had overslept, though, because the square was packed when he awoke. No use in taking action on an empty stomach, he thought before pulling a bruised apple from his near empty belt pouch. As he ate and looked about at those gathering around him, the young traveler leaned back against the soft fur of his mount, a feathered snow wolf. The beast was slightly larger than a horse and all the more ravenous. The wolf had insisted on being referred to as Boreas upon meeting the man only a few days prior. To Jere, however, "Bo" sounded more "cute".

Bo's glossy red eyes peered out nervously from the shutters of his eyelids. Crowds made him uncomfortable. Sensing his companions discomfort Jere laced his fingers through Bo's fur. An affectionate snarl was his reply.

"I'm ready to sign up for this thing." Exclaimed the elf to no one in particular. He wondered where exactly he would need to go to do this. Apple finished but stomach still barely satisfied, he stood. On his hip was a whip which he barely ever used, preferring instead the magic of his glass flute, his most prized possession and only source of taming power. The flute, forever cold as ice, was tucked away in the breast pocket of his coat, just above his heart.

Bo rolled to his side and let out a deflated bagpipe sound that was supposed to pass for a canid whine. The beast tamer, grinning but refusing to look at his mount replied,

"Its barely nine, Bo, I'm sure we'll get our chance to 'bite these baddies', as you say."

A huff.

"Oh, you didn't say that? I still like it though."
@Snarl ummm, is that Gackt Sama?! -dies- i adore that man. XD


Oh! no its actually Kim Woo Bin, a korean actor/model. I guess the angle seems confusing- but here is what he looks like while facing the camera. He plays a bunch of evil characters and I really like the eyebrow thing he's got going on.
Ah hey I just randomly made a new species- I followed the guidelines somewhat- but I still hope you're okay with him once you read about him in my cs, Trainer c:


Jere Locklear/M/ 23


February 9th

Class: Beast Whisperer

Occupation: Tracker

Species: Wood Elf. Lifespan: 150 or so years. Abilities: forest expertise, botany-inclined. Weaknesses: fire deals twice as much damage on them (idk)



Personality: to sum up Jere's personality you could simply call him a boy scout. He's sensitive toward the needs of others and finds it hard to say no to people. Optimistic and joyful, he's youthful and views life as something to be cultivated. Not the most courageous in dire situations but if he sets out to do something he does not see it halfway, in fact he sees it to the end. Jere loves chatting and telling others whats on his mind. He's prone to dramatic displays and overreactions, however. Stubbornness and lying are his downfalls.

Likes: eating sweet things, being outside and under the stars, wild/dramatic adventure stories, playing music on his flute

Dislikes: crying/see others cry, foul smells, ghosts/scary stories, injustice, unnecessary violence, leaving something unfinished.

Past/History: born and raised in the small village of Garrowtree hidden away in a forest. From a young age he was drawn toward the wildlife around him. He was naturally inclined toward raising and taming the smaller critters that lived by his home. His grandfather nurtured this talent in his grandson, recognizing that he had a gift, which was passed down every other generation. Jere uses a glass flute to tame the beasts. He specializes in forest creatures above other types. He set out on his own when he turned 17, headed toward a major city to find a guild that would suit his talent. Once at this major city, however, his attention as drawn toward the disrupt in the world outside of the safety of the forest. He felt more inclined to help those suffering around him and instead joined up with a group of travelers to help relieve the turmoil that the demons leave in their wake.





Gian/M/(appears 25)

around 200 or so (he doesn't keep track)

Oct15

Class: Necromancer

Occupation: embalmer

Species: parasite. A creature that fuses with a body and takes control over it. Lifespan: potential immortality since lifespan depends on host. Abilities: mind control over host. Weaknesses: the parasite does not die when the host does, the parasite itself has to be destroyed for it to die.



Personality: shameless in his pursuit for pleasure- his life of debauchery, however, is a strange one. His standards are different than that of others. The parasite mirrors the needs and drives of its host, however due to its workings being so simplistic it often confuses these needs and drives- often "crosswiring". Meaning that when the host is hungry the parasite could have the host eat rotten meat rather than something more appetizing. Basic emotions are understood- like anger and delight, sadness and boredom- but more complex emotions do not register with him (love and compassion) so he comes off as cold. He has no understanding of limits or morale. He is childishly selfish since he does not consider the feelings of others. Socially he is low functioning- but when it comes to matters of human anatomy and other biological processes he is a savant.

Likes: he has an obsession with decay and torment, inhaling noxious fumes, gore and guts. He's always getting high on some hallucinogen. Moths.

Dislikes: loud noises/people, feeling helpless/no control over his situation, sleeping (he sees it as a waste of time), demons (they disrupt his experiments because they taint the bodies they kill)

Past/History: He is the product of dark magic. His creator, however, succumbed to his creation. The parasite, with each host, grew in intelligence. He took on the name Gian after his creator. The parasites thoughts are disruptive and odd, for he has a tendency to take on the personality of his host, which often conflicts with his own and sometimes even the remnants of his past hosts. He took up necromancy and views it as a science- he strives to look for the perfect body, one that will not decay under the strain that he places on it. He has a Frankenstein complex- where he'll go as far as to dismember and mend bodies together- his mad scientist pursuits, however, have proved fruitless. Gian has lost count of the bodies that he has taken control of. He's also lost track of the dead bodies that he's disrupted in their holy rest.
Hello~! :3 I'm glad you're interested! You can take two if you'd like.


Then I'll make a Beast Whisperer and a necromancer~
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