Torchwood

Let the Fairy Tail Be Told

They were known as the Kray brothers. Three rogue illusionist mages who enjoyed causing trouble, stealing wenches against their will, and stealing money from poor villagers. They were wanted throughout the guilds in most towns, mages and mercenaries alike. They were just downright bad people, but, they never killed. They were more so a pain in the ass as opposed to as a threat. Still, they required exterminating and that was on his mind – obliteration to the highest degree along with the reception of their bounty. Clyde had been chasing these three from five towns back and, almost each and every time, they had been giving him the runaround. After all, they -were- illusionists. They were known for their not so simplistic defeat. It gave him a headache, but, he wasn’t about to give up. Nope. Not with all that loot on their head that could buy him food and shelter for a good bit. Of course, he wouldn’t use it as a weapon upgrade. Nope. Not on his old faithful sword, even though he hardly used it.

The sword was a passed out relic, per say, given to him by his father. His brother was also given a gift similar to such, but, if he kept it, Clyde wouldn’t know. He hadn’t seen his brother in years, ever since that day the dragon destroyed his village. Then again, that was probably the last time he saw a dragon, too. It was weird how life had similarities with a series of events. Was it a sign of the future? Was it something that pertained to his destiny? It was hard to tell what was to come, except that he wasn’t about to let these three men with magic tricks get away from him for a sixth time. It was getting out of hand and he wasn’t about to have it damage his pride. The boy had been on their tail since the last village and carefully placed his brown leather boots upon the crunchy grass in tracing their footsteps. He wasn’t the greatest of trackers, but, he had enough evidence that they had been going in that direction.

His vivid red eyes scanned the vicinity until he heard of a noise up ahead, which immediately ceased his progression. Hastily, Clyde dove into the bushes for concealment, as silent as air. Once a short time had passed, the man crept across the earth, faintly soiling the blue sleeves of his jacket. It was when he smelled the scent of ash, did he once again stop. They had made a fire. After all, it was just beyond sunset and the shadows of the land grew more and more. Eventually the moon goddess would cast her evening gown upon the remainder of the earth and shrouding it in nightfall. The eyes of the solo mage squinted and gazed from behind the evergreen bushes to observe the three brothers around their campfire, enjoying what seemed to be a successful looting mission: bags of gold, food, and wine of course. It wouldn’t have been successful without the wine. Clyde took a silent breath and began to plot his method of attack, which ended up him placing his hand upon the earth and using the soil’s moisture as a conductor.

The man’s hand began to illuminate a blue glow and he whispered words of an incantation. Suddenly sparks began to flare and a bolt of electricity dove into the ground, vanishing from sight. Within a few seconds, the fire pit that the Kray brothers build erupted as if it was struck with lightning. The boys yelled in fear and fell back at the explosion, but upon recollection of their composure, they resurrected in a battle stance. Clyde smirked, fully aware that the ground was still charged and sent another wave of power in their ‘area’, aiming for one of the brothers. The boy screamed as he became electrocuted before dropping to the ground, motionless. “Reeve!” shouted one of the brothers as he immediately ran to the corpse of one of their siblings. “What the hell man? What the fuck is going on?” spoke the other, darting his cold eyes back in forth in search of the reason behind this madness. Clyde then leapt from his position, over the bush to land behind the other brother.

He swiftly drew his sword and held it to his neck, “Me.” With his other hand, he grabbed the guy’s shirt and gave him the same fate as the other brother – electrocution. That left one remaining brother, which Clyde then faced. The last one standing was the eldest and apparent “strongest” according to their description. Clyde slowly inhaled and exhaled as he waited to see when the man would strike. While he waited, Clyde whispered the words, “Lightning Body,” and a bolt of lightning began to consume his entirety from feet to head. He was now a walking conductor, able to electrocute and burn anything he would touch. “Impressive,” stated the eldest Kray brother, “Let’s see you can kill the right one.” Within an instant, there were five of the last brother standing, each one identical to the second. Clyde scanned the lot before looking up and observing that the real one had jumped into the air, coming down for an attack. Clyde immediately drew his sword just as the man was falling and found himself impaled upon the sword of the lightning mage. The illusions vanished in the blink of an eye, as did the effect of lightning on Clyde.

The boy slid the man off his sword and wiped it clean off on the dead body’s clothing. He then took their identical talisman off their belts to represent his kill. “I guess that’s it, finally,” Clyde spoke aloud as he observed his aftermath. Before he left, however, he grabbed the bottle of wine and took a good long drink of whatever was left. Satisfied, the mage was then off to the next town to reclaim his prize, which was a night’s journey. Once he arrived at the town, and then sun was high up in the sky and the villagers seemed to happily live their lives, doing what they do best. Clyde was also about to do what he did best and that was collect his bounty for finally knocking off the Kray brothers. Perhaps, he’d hit a tavern after that and get some real food. Hell, maybe even take a night or two break and just recuperate and relax.

Let the Fairy Tail Be Told

First post.

The Hunted - Supernatural RPG-

Dean Winchester
“I'm gonna go stop the Big Bad Wolf. Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said.”

“What are you doing?” Sam asked bluntly as be observed his brother sit on the edge of their motel bed and start strapping on rubber boots. “Well, I figured, if we’re going swamp digging, I’m gonna be a little more prepared for this. You should do the same Sammy. Plus,” the man said as he stood up and turned around to face his other half, “I hate wet socks. You know, that squishy feeling that you can’t get rid of in your shoe when they’re wet – hate it.” The man then began to throw whatever other belongings he had in a backpack and lugged it across his shoulder. “Alright, let’s do this,” Dean said and marched out the front door towards their beloved awaiting black chariot parked outside. Sam shook his head and followed his brother out the door, only to momentarily stop by the front desk and return the keys. Dean had already take position in the driver’s seat and pulled off once his brother was situated in the car. “You know. I never thought we would be going alligator gigging,” Dean commented, “I guess there’s a first for everything.” There was a momentary silence as Sam looked at Dean through the corner of his eyes, “..You don’t go ‘gigging’ for alligators. You just hunt them and we’re not hunting an alligator, we’re looking for a kappa and a dead voodoo princess.”

“So we’re looking for a witch and her enchanted animal,” Dean carelessly spoke, “Doesn’t matter to me as long as I get to party on bourbon a night or two.” Sam rolled his eyes and buried his nose into the map, “Right and get lost for a day. You don’t handle absinthe well on top of hurricanes.” Dean laughed and grinned excitedly, “Aw, man, Sam, you need to live a little. That shit makes you believe that fairies are real.” There was a sudden silence in the car between the two.

“They’re called Redcaps in England.”

“Okay. All right. Fairies are real.”

“Got you to admit that one,” Sam smirked and looked at his older brother. Dean laughed and drove on. That was the last mission he and his little brother had gone on together. Sam went missing after that. No one could find him. Not Ash. Not Bobby. It drove Dean crazy. After their escapade in Louisiana, Dead hooked up at motel on the outskirts of Nebraska, close enough to where he could drop by the Roadhouse if need be to look up some of the usual shit: demonic locations, people, places, and unidentifiable things. It made it easy for Dean. It also made it easier to get free booze when Jo gave it to him. Ever since he lost Sam, Dean wasn’t himself. He shut down and couldn’t function. He honestly couldn’t function without his little brother. It was rather sad, depressing, and pathetic – at least, in his eyes. Sam just was his other half that kept him in check, kept him together, and kept him believing on family.

But wasn’t that the point of his father’s sacrifice? So Dean could continue on and look after Sam? So he could keep taking care of his pain in the ass little brother? What the fuck happened? How could he have screwed up that bad?

As Dean sat there, laying in the cozy warm bed in his room, his phone rang. Immediately, he reached for the phone, praying that it was his little brother. “Hello?” eagerly he answered until he discovered it wasn’t his Sam. It was Ellen. Of course. Another job. What else did he do with his life except kill things? “Right…okay. I’m on it. Thanks,” Dean hung up on the phone in silence before angrily tossing it across the room. “Damn it, Sam. This is getting old. I’m getting old and tired of this shit,” he huffed as he climbed out of the bed and threw on his clothes. Begrudgingly, Dean returned the key to the motel owner and moved over to his baby, parked off to the side.

The destination was Saint Paul, Minnesota, where there was rumor of crazy shit going down in an underground caves that were once used as a brothel. The caves were opened to the public for haunted tours but, apparently, the tours were getting so haunted that the guests were disappearing against their will. Bodies would turn up once in a while and, according to Ash, it was a ‘goldmine’ for hunters due to the area being haunted by more than one vengeful s.o.b. Good. He needed to take out his aggression on something and if killing ghosts was his method of ‘release’ then, by all means, he was ready. It was a ten hour long drive but nothing could really stand in his way, especially since he hadn’t been sleeping all that well as of late. How could he? He felt like his heart was ripped from his chest. The last time he felt that way was when their father died right in front of him. It took some getting over, but, he managed knowing he had to be the rock for his little brother.

Hours later, he arrived in the city of Saint Paul under the cloak of the dark night. Dean drove past the ‘site’ at a slow pace, giving it a once look over. The Impala came to a halt near the large archway entrance. He knew he was at the right place as he saw the signs “Wabasha Street Caves,” even though these were supposed to be “hidden” at one point in time. “Good job keeping up the mojo. I wouldn’t be surprised with all this whoop-dee-do that they’d piss off some dead people,” Dean murmured to himself before grabbing his scanner and getting out of the car. The man approached the building and began scanning the entrance slowly and only stopped when the lights flashed on his tool with a high reading and then suddenly go dead. The man quickly looked up to find a white figure staring at him from the left off on cold dead soil. The figure was a lovely flapper girl, with a very ‘pin up’ look to her – except that her eyes had blood trickling down her cheeks from their corners. Dean stood there in silence, unsure of what to say or debating if he should even make a move. Was it vengeful? Was it going to attack? Or, was this a warning omen for what else lay waiting inside?

He knew there were dead gangsters waiting for him, along with other crooks, robbers, and murderers that came to visit the one upon a brothel. He assumed there were also other girls like her, waiting for someone like him to come along and help them. The figure stepped off of her post and began to walk towards him until the sound of echoing gunshots appeared. The girl stepped back and clutched her hands to her chest in fear before dropping to her knees, whimpering. Dean watched the show before him with wide eyes until she thus vanished. After a moment of silence, Dean uttered a ‘huh’ and pressed his back against the side of his car. There were definitely some dead spirits in there just waiting for him to come find them. Dean grabbed his phone and began to dial Ash, wanting him to research some more about the place.

The Hunted - Supernatural RPG-

Alright, here we go.

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Kay ._. Sorry.

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Oh! Shit. I don't have many of the ones I posted on the forum. I didn't subscribe to that...I'm sorry.

Supernatural Roleplay

Maddiieeee said
I'd be interested ^^".. If you wouldn't mind maybe looking at a few characters from later on in the show? ^^"..

I can and will but I can't guarantee my ability to portray them correctly.

Supernatural Roleplay

Is anyone interested in a supernatural roleplay? I'm only into season two, but, I'm willing to learn and a decent role player who has been roleplaying over 10 years.

I have samples to prove my skills below. As far as pairs go, I'm willing to do male or female. No preference to me but no incest. The boys are straight, sorry. Doubling will happen, but, focusing on one pair will work. OCs will be acceptable, or, if you want to do an original based off of Supernatural we could probably do that too.

I'd roleplay this either PMs or threads.

Everything was, indeed, fantastic. “Looks like it will be another great year,” commented the Doctor, as they strolled along the sidewalk, heading towards the bakery. Just as they neared the bakery, his “spidey sense” tingled and the Doctor casually looked behind them but there was nothing to be seen. Something, however, was off in the timeline. Something didn’t feel quite right, yet, he couldn’t put it passed him. Momentarily, the Doctor chose to let the unsettled feelings aside and turn his attention back to the bubbly blonde companion of his. “All right Rose, pick out anything you want,” he stated and stood behind her with his hands resting on either side of her shoulders. She was so small, so petite, and so beautiful. There were many before her; many women he went on lavish journeys with and escapades of adventurous danger. There were many times that he felt drawn to these females, yet, not as strongly attracted as he felt to this one. Something about this young woman drove him crazy. Maybe she was the light that he needed at the end of the warpath. She could change him into a being of compassion as opposed to a Doctor of War…a killer, a destroyer, as many seem to claim him to be.

Even though he had those titles tagged to his name, the Doctor would take one look at his companion and have all those thoughts soothed and his mind would be at peace. Oh, Rose Tyler. Many would ask him what enigma was he? He, in turn, would ask what special creature was this girl or what special traits she silently held? The Doctor paid for the items, a hot chocolate and cookies for the lass, and a cup of tea for himself. He always enjoyed tea. This one was a recommended flavored one by the bakery and, like the adventurous lad he was, he accepted. It was this ‘chai’ tea sort of thing, which was very different to his usual earl grey or English breakfast. It was delightful. The Doctor then turned about and made his way towards the exist when he paused and observed Rose speaking to a young lad, who appeared as if he had just lost something very dear and precious to him. The Doctor visually analyzed him briefly but in the blink of an eye, the ol’ chap was gone. He vanished – like the wind he came on. The Doctor gazed down upon the beautiful female, dwindling upon the thought of mentioning the boy, but, he would save it for later.

The man handed his companion her cocoa and cookies, while he held onto his tea and casually sipped as they ventured onward. It was rather difficult to locate a “warm” place in a world that was consistently snowing, but, they happened upon a small area that seemed to pique the interest of his Rose. Whatever she wanted – and when it was in his abilities – he would deliver. Luckily, all she desired was to enter the courtyard and so, they did. He whipped out his handy dandy sonic screwdriver and zapped the lock until it became unfastened. He then pushed the gate open, allowing his partner to go on through. They made their venture over to a bench where they both popped a squat to enjoy their winter bakery delights. The tall alien sipped upon his tea while the blonde happily enjoyed her treats. Seeing her happiness made his “Christmas”. A smile remained constant on his face as he watched her, having an arm draped behind her shoulders along the rim of the bench’s back.

She kissed his cheek in a very innocent manner and, oh how he would love to love her like any man would a companion; but, he couldn’t. Every vow would be broken, which would in turn break many hearts – most importantly, his. The years would pass and she would only grow old, ill, and eventually die. All things have to end at some point, right? No..not in his happy place. The man spaced out slightly as he thought about everything that could possibly ruin their little “date”, being how his mind raced through thoughts and theories. “Hm?” he uttered as she mentioned something about Peter losing his mate, “She could have just run off. Why, if you weren’t prepared for your boyfriend to propose to you, wouldn’t you dash off somewhere to hide?” The Doctor’s question was valid; however, he was quite perturbed about the situation being interrupted by a boy and his problems. Before his mood could transform into that mirroring Ebenezer Scrooge, the Doctor listened to her enchanting story of how her mother bought her a gift that was said to come from Santa Claus – and he chuckled.

Finishing his tea, the man stood to his feet still with a smile on his face. “Sometimes, you humans do amuse me. You are afraid of harmless aliens like the Ood, Isolus, and so forth – but you aren’t afraid of a large red man toting an equally large bag of miscellaneous items down a chimney into your home?” The Doctor shook his head and held out his hand to the seated female, “Come on then, let’s find this mystery boy of yours.” Once Rose had completed her milk and cookie break, the two ventured off back into the park to look for the mysterious couple that seemed to disappear without a trace. “What did he look like?” asked the Doctor as he dug his pockets into his hands to keep warm. The wind was picking up and the snow was falling heavier. Some weather to be looking for people! Even those from Gallifrey could get just as cold and if he was starting to feel the temperature drop, he was sure his companion was also starting to feel a bit frozen. Once he obtained a description of the boy, they marched on through the snow – but found nothing.

Well nothing until something was seen in the corner of the Doctor’s eye, causing his footfalls to freeze in place. Slowly he inhaled and exhaled, closing his eyes briefly. The shadow in the corner of his eye appeared closer, proving that his assumption was, indeed correct. “Rose,” the Doctor said, taking hold of her hand, “We need to get back to the TARDIS. I have a feeling both your friend Peter and his girlfriend have been taken elsewhere. This area…for the moment isn’t safe and I don’t want you freezing to death either.” That was the last thing the Doctor needed – was to have his Rose hurt or sick. Instantly, the Doctor snatched her hand, tightly, and began to lead her back towards the TARDIS in a swift pace. He could sense they were awakening and, with every step they took, they were moving just as fast. The Angels – they were coming.

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The Doctor

The Doctor froze in his steps and allowed his eyes to collide with the beautiful hues of his companion, Rose. A sledge hammer? Really? Would he run if defeating these stone creatures would be so simple, that even Jack Harkness could do it? No. Of course the Doctor wouldn’t do such a thing. The man did have courage, after all, and he was known to be a ‘killer’ to some races; the Dalek being one of them. The man sighed with a tinge of aggravation – but, he couldn’t blame her. She didn’t understand everything without his explanation. He had to occasionally remind himself that she, indeed, was human. She knew nothing of other worlds prior to his introduction into her timeline. Eventually, she would be up to speed with his world. He only hoped that it would be while she was still young. “No, Rose, I can’t. These aliens are very dangerous. They can rewrite your timeline by bringing you to the point where you die and I can’t do anything to save you,” he explained. In the back of his mind, he felt that he knew someone, some people to which that happened to, but, he couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember, yet, he couldn’t forget that feeling.

Shaking his head, the Doctor released his hold from Rose’s hand and pressed them on either side of her shoulders, “Stay here for a moment. Don’t blink. I’ll be right back.” The Doctor then immediately took off towards the TARDIS. With the zap of his screwdriver, he unlocked the door and ran inside, starting her up. He merely only wanted to change the position of the TARDIS to appear before the girl and prayed that his sexy blue box would obey his command. He hadn’t thought that his actions would frighten his beautiful blonde companion – it hadn’t occurred to him because his primary train of thought was to protect her, to keep her safe. The TARDIS cranked up, making its beautiful creaking roar, and vanished from sight. A minute or so later, the TARDIS appeared before the blonde British female and out popped the Doctor half way through the door. The man seized the girl by the arm and pulled her in, closing the TARDIS doors tight. Once they were both safe behind the doors of the spaceship, the Doctor embraced the girl very securely in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” the Doctor murmured, “I didn’t mean to put you through that.” Eventually, the Doctor released the girl to meet eye to eye once more. “Those are called Weeping Angels. They are murderous psychopaths that live off of the time energy of their victims,” the Doctor explained as he ran his fingers through the blonde’s hair. The moment wasn’t killed until the angels began banging against the door and shaking the TARIDS. The Doctor grabbed onto the railing of the ship as it shook before stumbling his way over to the console. He cranked the gears once more on the machine, having the grinding sound of the engine kick in once more and then, they were off. Instead of actually choosing a location, the Doctor allowed the TARDIS to float in space for a number of reasons. One, to recharge the ship, and two, to allow them to have some legitimate peace time. With a sigh, the Doctor looked towards the younger one and asked, “Are you all right? I really didn’t mean for all of this to happen. I know you wanted to have a fun day but it seems like trouble always finds its way around to me and you end up getting caught in the middle of it.”

The Doctor turned around the propped his back against the console with his arms folded against his chest. He really didn’t know what else to say to her – sorry? Sure, like that actually accomplished anything. How many times would he have to apologize for every situation that he put her in? He felt so guilty. After all, prior to being in the image of what he was at that moment, he was something much more. He was a fighter, the bringer of destruction; not the man and lover that he currently was. It was still difficult for him to put his past behind him. Hopefully, his beloved little flower would help him rediscover the mortal side of the beast. It would have been easier if he could find his home, if he could contact his people…but that wasn’t an option now was it? It was impossible for him to locate his kind, considering his planet was destroyed. The man stared off at the metal ground in thought as to his next step. Should he take her to another planet, where they might end up in another situation or was that the now expected series of events?

He knew the future – to a degree. He knew wherever he would take her, trouble would find them. It was hard to be as chipper as he appeared to be at times. The man bit his bottom lip before turning his attention back to the girl. “Well,” he finally said, breaking the silence, “We could float here for a while to let the TARDIS regain some power and then we can figure out somewhere else to go, if that’s what you want, Rose.”

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Nope, I'm here. I did subscribe to it :/ Its just not working. I'll repost my last post in the IC thread.

There's not much on the Lost Lands - lol, just Jack went there and fought fairies so we can fudge it.