Hellish or Human? [[OPEN]]

[Nocturnal Creatures]

From government experiments to creatures of the night to unfortunate
accidents. There are many creatures in this world that are more hellish
than human. They have walked among us for many years practically
unnoticed, apart from the occasional murder of course. Some have
tried to lead normal lives while others, well others haven't.
Most people do not know of the existence of these creatures, most of
those who do, do not care for these creatures and, in fact, hunt them.

London, like many of the big cities in the world, is a hotspot for these
less than human beings. As a result these "hunters" have set up an
organisation known as just that The Organisation.

Is the world safe for those who are different from the rest? Do they
deserve what may be coming to them? Only time will tell.

[Nocturnal Creatures]

Essentially this is a roleplay set in London, though the characters are
certainly not all from here. These less than human characters can be
almost anything, skinchangers, vampires, government experiments
mixing the DNA of animals with humans, Frankenstein's monster, Jekyll
& Hyde. Almost anything is up for grabs. The Organisatin hunts all of
these creatures anything less than human, anything dangerous, aiming
to protect the human race from that which could destroy them.

[Nocturnal Creatures]

1. Follow all CS rules.
2. PM me any character reservations. Reservations will last 48 hours.
3. Please post all forms on the discussion thread.
4. Try to create unique characters for instance don't create two
Frankenstein's monsters without my permission or the permission of
the creator of the other character. Stuff like vampires can have multiples.
5. Please try to write at least seven lines per character per post, also
please try to post at least once a week.
6. If you are going to be away for a while please message me first
or post it on the discussion thread.
7. Please create in character drama. Hunters who are also creatures,
creatures and hunters falling in love. Species which are archenemies etc.
8. There is no limit to the number of character you can have but you
must be able to keep up with them all. If you want more than four let me
know first.
9. Characters must be at least eighteen. There is no maximum age.

[AquilaFuga]

Creatures (split into rough sections);;
name||gender||age||species||roleplayer

chelsea jekyll/hyde||female||twenty-four||jekyll & hyde||john young
shadow saraga||male||seventeen||experimented human (immortal)||queen 2.o
scarlett thatcher||female||nineteen||human-bird hybrid||invisible,
destiny starlight raes||female||twenty-four||enhanced human (emotion manip.)||bubble9001
zlata||female||twenty-one||experimented human (telekinesis)||serendipity
finnley ramone||female||twenty-one||experimented human (hive mind, audible inundation)||nawratus

venus bellamy||female||appears nineteen||demigod||invisible,
fabian blakemore||male||looks twenty-two||[removed]||roseshine12
magnus bane||male||appears twenty-eight||warlock||myfassbender
asmodeus||male||unknown||high demon||myfassbender
cadence almacleo northwoods||female||nineteen||ghost||queen_2.o

nicholas evan fischbach||male||eighteen||centaur||butter dragon
madeleine cruyssen||female||appears twenty-one||vampire||pastel.bun
crimson||male||hundreds of years old||vampire||bubble9001
lauren elizabeth andrews||female||two-hundred-and-fourteen||vampire||king macleod
[url]t[/url]ravis hunter scout||male||eighteen||vampire||queen_2.o
darian blodeuwedd||male||three-thousand four-hundred||vampire||nawratus
brenna eudora james||female||twenty-six||half-water sprite||snuggle puppy

The Organisation;;
name||gender||age||species||role||roleplayer

kobra j. black||male||twenty-five||human||leader||queen_2.o
xander lowell||male||over a thousand||black dog||co-leader||john young

natasha bowen||female||twenty-six||human||healer||pastel.bun

inari volpe||male||one thousand||kitsune||scientist||alkhatine
gisele "delta or seven"||female||eighteen||humanish||scientist||queen2.o
madison allison bailey||female||twenty-three||human||researcher||king macleod

jack kearney||male||nineteen||human||hunter||pastel.bun
alaska emerly wolfe||female||twenty-three||human||hunter||bubble9001
raven adam frankenstein||male||twenty-one||human with angelic blood||hunter||teekl
mia paris harper||female||nineteen||human||field tracker||butter dragon

(message me what role you wish your hunter to have. Or include
in the form. If you don't they will just be a regular hunter. Any
role is possible really, healer, researcher, trainee etc. Just let
me know.)

[Nocturnal Creatures]

spare page just in case

[Nocturnal Creatures]

Time;; 15:00
Day;; Saturday
Weather;; Cloudy high chance of rain

|| Chelsea Jekyll/Hyde || Female || Twenty-four || Location;; Hyde park (hehe) || Tagged;; open ||

There was noise, lots of it. Dogs barking mostly but there was also the sound of birds and cats as well. The noise didn't bother Chelsea though, she had become accustomed to it in the past year she had been working at the animal rescue centre. They had all kinds of animals living under one roof and noise travelled. She opened one of the dog cages, reaching in, lead in hand, and attached the lead to the collar of the black cocker spaniel that had stood up excitedly when she entered the room. The poor dog was just put up for adoption today but while he was still under their care it was her job to take him and some of the other dogs for walks. Then she moved to the cage next to his which contained the dog he had been found with, a sprocker spaniel, chocolate and white, a beautiful female. She opened her cage and attached the other lead to her collar before heading out with the two dogs.

Today they were getting a lingers all than they had previously, now that they were stronger they could cope with it. The two had been strays and were weak with hunger. She sympathised with the dogs, she knew what it was like to be a stray... As she left the centre she headed for Hyde park, she could hear a light chuckle inside her head as her other half found amusement with the name of the park, "No matter how many times you hear that name, really Hyde?" She said out loud, when she walked with dogs and spoke to herself she didn't look as odd, people just assumed she was talking to the dogs. It's still funny, I'm famous! Chelsea shook her head at the reply she got. She entered the park with the two dogs when started to walk in no direction in particular.

|| Xander Lowell || Male || 1000+ || Location;; His office || Tagged;; open ||
It was rather dim in Xander's office, the curtains were partially closed letting less light in than they could and the light was off. His desk was a mess, stacks of reports that needed filed and old books with pages marked sat on his desk. The reports, thankfully, were all filled out and he just needed to pass them on to one of the researchers to put away. He made a mental note to himself to speak to one of them later. The books were there for both his own research and research for current cases that they were looking into. They had had a spike of creature occurrences in recent years and there numbers were barely high enough to keep up with them. Especially with most of their workforce being human. It was one of the reasons why he would do field work whenever he could, the old black dog found that his abilities were very useful for both fighting and tracking in the field. Though he always had to be careful not to raise suspicion. Very few knew of his secret...

He sat back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, he knew that he should probably leave his office to dish out tasks and listen to reports from the hunters but he needed a little time on his own first. He had himself just gotten back from taking down a nest of Wendigos, a cannibalistic species that were highly dangerous. Unlike some cases he felt no remorse in taking out that particular group as they had been actively hunting and killing in the local area. The risk to human life was too high for them to take any chances of the Wendigos not being a danger. He would have to sort out that report later, they had been just too late in that case for the Wendigos had just killed a new victim, a young man, out for a jog who had proven to be very unlucky that day. Xander had learned not to blame himself for those things, fate had its ways of playing out, if the Wendigos hadn't gotten him, a simple accident likely would have. That attitude wasn't shared by many he worked with however so he knew that that would have to be detailed and included in his report of the case. Ah, the dull semantics of essentially being supernatural police.

[rey skywalker]

K O B R A J. B L A C K

organisation leaderxxxxxxtags ; xavier

Without sparing Xavier a request to enter his office, Kobra J. Black twisted the knob and pushed inward. What little light was already in the room expanded once the light from the overhead lamp flooded into the office. Dusk particles took to the sky, specks in the glittering illuminating light. The mysterious dark haired individual was fond of Xavier but not in a unprofessional manner. "Lets go hiking." He said in a neutral tone. Unlike Xavier, Kobra had covert experience in the military having served since he was a young boy. His head had suffered damage and he had lost a partial chunck of his memory in the acoma. "It'll do you good," He assured Xavier with a witty glance at the stuffy room. "By God," He exclaimed glancing at the paperwork. "Have you completed it all?" Before Xavier could offer a response, Kobra went on.

"There haven't been many attacks, but your nephew, Shadow, he's been experiencing more nightmares than before. We need to check on him." It was a known fact that the kin of Xavier was Shadow Saraga, a young boy who had been experimented on. The trials left him with an ability to read and experience others emotions. Unable to handle it, Shadow would loose his cool and it was just too much for a young boy to handle. It had been Kobra's brillant idea to seclude Shadow away from such interactions with emotions by offering him a shack in the woods. No one would stumble upon it by accident. No one. Kobra had made sure of it. In the distance, the billowing grey clouds rumbled softly. Kobra spared the elements a momentary glance before grasping the knob once more and threw a knowing look at Xavier, the urgancy was clear within his eyes. "Let's go."

[Butter Dragon]

𝓜𝓲𝓪 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓻
ｈｏｍｏｓｅｘｕａｌ ♦♦ ｎｉｎｅｔｅｅｎ ♦♦ ｈｕｍａｎ ♦♦ ｈｕｎｔｅｒ
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ organization headquarters ｔａｇｓ Kobra

After a good thirty-five minutes Mia's knuckles finally went numb. She examined her hands, she'd already ripped them up with punches. I should probably stop, she thought as she gave it another punch, a right handed jab. I mean, hell, what if I finally need to punch an actual person, she growled, as her left hand made contact with the bag once again. Where most people would have a light bulb or some other light fixture, Mia had a punching bag hanging from the ceiling. She made due, instead, with a lamp by her bed and a window nearly always open. She had it for days like today, when she felt cooped up and desperate for action. She reversed her footing to begin kicking and give her fists a break. Just before she lifted her leg in preparation she heard the familiar buzz of her phone vibrating on her bedside table.

It wasn't who she was hoping to get a message from. It wasn't a text at all in fact. It was just a stupid notification from one of her games she kept around for times of boredom when a punching bag wasn't immediately available. She wiped her forehead, the sweat transferring from her head to her arm. Mia groaned and flopped down on the bed, face down. After pouting alone in boredom for a good while she finally decided to leave the room and find something to do rather than waiting for something to find her. Mia's room was inside The Organization's Headquarters. Her living there was a desire both to not have to pay rent since she didn't exactly have a well paying job, she also loved the feeling that danger and excitement lay just outside of her room. Not today though, not for her.

Grabbing a Gatorade from the community fridge she considered just going back to her room with it, but, instead she walked blindly down the hallway with no real goal in front of her other than to find something, anything even mildly interesting. She heard a voice in front of her, eager to find out who's talking and what about. Oh, she thought dejectedly. It was Kobra, standing outside Xander's office. It was probably important... She really shouldn't interrupt... But, then again...


𝒩𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓈 𝐸𝓋𝒶𝓃 𝐹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝒽𝒷𝒶𝒸𝒽
ｍａｌｅ Ω ｅｉｇｈｔｅｅｎ Ω ｈｅｔｅｒｏｓｅｘｕａｌ Ω ｃｅｎｔａｕｒ
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ hyde park-the woods ｔａｇｓ shadow {kinda}

Nicholas had big plans for that day. He had signed himself up for an art class and finally had gotten up the courage to actually go (after three cancellations). It was seven, he planned to be there at nine thirty but coffee was in order first. He didn't need caffeine but he had a big sweet tooth and an extra chocolate frappuccino was just the thing to please it. He cringed as he gave himself his "medicine" with a syringe. It didn't take long before he started screaming but in no time the pain had ended and he could finally be on his way. Anyone who experienced the change for the first time would be petrified, inconsolable for quite a while afterwards. But for Nicholas it was normal. The pain was still as bad as the first time but he could let it in now, his mind wouldn't fight the shift and that gave him a peace he didn't have before.

With crutches supporting him Nicholas made his way into town in the only way he knew how, hitchhiking. Once he got to the main road, a roughly seventeen minute walk from his home, it wasn't too hard to someone willing to give him a lift. He got his fappuccino, playing on the kindness of others to find someone willing to pay for it after he "forgot his wallet." Since he was early Nicholas chose not to go in but rather to sit in the park in front of the school it was being held at. Hyde Park it was called, and it was a nice place to relax until the class started.

~Ω~

"Finally," he murmured as he checked his watch for the twenty ninth time and finally saw the time he'd been hoping for, 9:20. Nicholas grabbed his crutches and as he did he considered, what would happen if this was one of those days that the serum wore off oddly quickly? What if he suddenly felt the pain halfway during the class and started crying? Or worse, screaming. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit, better safe than sorry... he thought, and shoved his hand into his jean pocket digging around for the ever so familiar bottle. But it wasn't there. He became more concerned than he had been before, reaching into each of his pockets in hopes that he just missed it somehow. It wasn't there. No matter how much he didn't want to believe it, it wasn't there.

Panic set in and all the possible outcomes raced through his head. There was no way he could make it through the day without it and by the time he got back to the house... Well let's just say it would be a race to jump out of the strangers car and try, awkwardly, to half limp and half run home. He could feel his heartbeat pounding, palms becoming cold, clammy, and he started sweating profusely out of fear for what could happen. He looked around, trying to find an escape, his animal instinct telling him to flee. For the most part everything was heavily populated, but, he remembered some hiking trails nearby that lead into thick woods. He wasn't really thinking straight, he didn't bother to come up with a future plan for after he escaped to the woods.

The trails were, thankfully, fairly empty as Nicholas limped his way through the forest. He was still in panic mode, but, in the woods, he felt comforted by the lack of people around. He'd been walking for an hour and a half, not noticing the time passing until he glanced down at his watch, 10:50. Finally he sat, giving his aching legs a break as he tried to calm his mental state and come up with a real plan. Maybe the woods led to his farm, maybe if he made it far enough he could come out the other side and maintain his sanity. This, he knew, was wishful thinking but he held onto tightly regardless.

~Ω~

12:42. If he weren't half horse he would've run out of steam by now, any normal human who had been walking that long without water would feel faint. But Nicholas kept telling himself "just a little longer," "just ten more minutes," and although he'd been saying this for over an hour he still somehow tricked himself into believing it. By this point he'd finally managed to calm down and was even feeling a twinge of sadness for missing the art class he'd been so looking forward to. But the fates decided he shouldn't be so lucky as to be calm.

Suddenly, and out of no where, his legs began to burn. He dropped his crutches and fell to his knees, tears already beginning to form in his eyes at the thought of what was next to come. This pain, was not an unfamiliar feeling to him. It was the feeling of the serum wearing off, the feeling of a change beginning to come on. no, no not now not here... But he knew no matter how much he willed it away there was no going back now. His screams echoed through the forest, yelling in agony as his feet and waste slowly turned to fur and hooves. His face was pressed against the dirt, his hands grasping at anything nearby. And then it was over.

He breathed a sigh of relief as the pain melted away and his heart rate began to slow to a normal pace. He grabbed his crutches and tucked them under his arm. Screams plus a pair of mysterious crutches might lead people to think someone had been kidnapped, plus he would need them later. At least, he hoped he'd have the chance to need them later. Full strength now returned Nick continued his journey. There was definitely no going back now, not like this. But now, at least, he'd be able to continue walking without the fear of tiring. He could also move much faster on four legs, not relying on crutches.

After a while he began to feel like he'd been walking in circles for hours but, finally, he saw something. Something that could either be his saving grace or the entrance to his grave. His hands began shaking and, again, sweating, as he approached it. He carefully watched for any movement inside and began, understandably, to reconsider his possibly idiotic decision to approach and not to flee. What was he doing? One glance out the window would be the end of him, he'd be shot or someone would call the police... He wasn't sure which or maybe both. What he was sure of was it couldn't end well. But who was he kidding? Why should he try? If he wasn't found now he would be later. So why try. Emotions whirled in his head as he stared at that cabin. It was the kind of emotional turmoil that was unable to be tamed, unable to be contained. He stepped forward, just a foot, just enough to step on a small unseen wire. It was small, he didn't even notice it, until he heard the beginning- a clang- the start of an intricate chain reaction which left him as the victim.

[rey skywalker]

S H A D O W : S A R A G A

government experiment ; runaway xxxxxxtags ; nick

the past is a dark place for some. shadow would by no means disagree with such a statement. shadow could live in ukiyo while isolated in the forest, free from approachment by an wandering individuals who threatened to trigger the severe side affects of his experimental trial. bitterly, shadow sat in the extending shadows as the sun had hidden behind the mountains he resided in. shadow considered himself an extremophile. seeing as he was so isolated and absented contact with other life forms for over two years. his natural human instincts had been changed during the trials and more so in the forest. here he had to surive. on his own.

shadow had no experience of euneirophrenia since the trials. no, his slumber was rustled and roused by fear and sweat ridden tossing and turning. naturally, the cool air of the breeze upon his bare skin was what woke shadow, who was very sensitive to the elements. on a hot summers day, shadow could have a dry throat within five minutes. unlike in the winter, he seemed to be able to moderatly withstand it. speaking of withstanding things, the thought left shadow to recall the clear and crisp bang of a bullet from its loaded gun. aimed at shadow. the bullet with a simple click made contact with his body. however, it did not penetrate his flesh nor harm his health. it rebounded elsewhere. shadow had been stunned and unlike the scientists who were amazed, shadow was scared. not of almost dying, but of his inability to be shot.

he was an exponent of a the experimental trials and burdened the severe abuse and pain it caused him. alone in the forest, individuals or government afilliates would have to approach in a furtive manner if they ever wished to capture their stolen test dummy. shadow’s strong and high cheekbones glimmered in the moonlight that peaked through the canopying bare branches of the surrounding and rising trees. the slim yet muscular male cautiously glanced at the door. fear. he couldn’t prevent it as well when people weren’t around. he gently rubbed his thumb over his lightly tanned bicep, a nervous habit of his. his brown eyes captured a horendous sight before him.

outside, crisp and clear and loud metallic objecst which the boy had salvaged before having abandonded the trial were strung on a clear small wire, wrapped around various trees. the wind often whistled but now, the only sound in the air was of heavy hooves of a horse, a shrill neigh and a strangled scream accompanied by the violent clanging and jingling of the objects. shadow's heart was pounding against his ribcage, eyes wide and breaths rapid and a numbness that blocked out the immediate scenes responsible for a flight or fight response. without thinking properly, shadow grabbed the sharpest object next to him, a spear he created himself. his handy work was honed by the isolation and was doing him well in this situation. slowly creeping to his door, he slowly swung it open, having to muster up the absent courage to face a potential horse outside.

but oh no, the young brunette was in no means prepared to face a full bodied centaur. a majestic body of a horse and the upper half of a man was revealed in strange dark shadows casted in the forest. aggressivly, shadow fought the desire to help. the animal or humans pained cries is what drove him insane. shadow gripped the wall, feeling the thoughts and emotions of the indiviudal invading his vacant mind. a mind which was vacant for so long. it was like a young boy, unable to swim, being tossed into a violent current where the powerful and vicious waves continosouly just swallowed him whole. his head buzzed and his sight became blurry.
the animals desperate cries washed over shadow painfully.

[Butter Dragon]

𝒩𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓈 𝐸𝓋𝒶𝓃 𝐹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝒽𝒷𝒶𝒸𝒽
ｍａｌｅ Ω ｅｉｇｈｔｅｅｎ Ω ｈｅｔｅｒｏｓｅｘｕａｌ Ω ｃｅｎｔａｕｒ
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ shadow's cabin ｔａｇｓ shadow

Panic set in yet again as the barbed wire and ropes began to entangle him, an elaborate trap that he'd fallen victim to. He let out a cry of fear as he tried to bolted but his fear turned to pure pain as he felt the metal strings tighten around him. He kicked and reared but every time he moved it seemed the restraints became tighter and more painful. His heart was beating a million miles an hour, his mind was racing with hopes of finding a way to escape and fining it soon. He wasn't sure if the wetness he felt was blood, sweat or both but he knew part of the dampness on his face was from tears. He was a crybaby, no one could deny, but at this moment he wasn't concerned with being teased for acting like a seven year old but rather being attacked because he was a freak.

Unfortunately his nightmare came to life in front of him. He immediately stopped thrashing when he heard the squeak of the cabin door, landing his hooves on the ground after rearing up and turned to see what had caused the noise. In front of him was a boy, younger than Nick but he couldn't pinpoint his age exactly. In normal circumstances, on the street, this boy would hardly be a danger. But Nicholas felt vulnerable and weak. He was trapped, his true form had been found out, oh... and the boy was pointing a spear in his direction.

Nicholas' immediate reaction was to wipe his tears but, with both arms caught up in wire and rope, he just stood there like a deer in headlights.He tried to calm himself, more so that he didn't seem as a threat than anything else. In his centaur form he was a towering creature, standing at roughly 7"5 though he'd never actually measured his own height. He couldn't blame someone for being scared of him. If an elephant was thrashing about, whether they meant harm or not, it would be anyone's instinct to run or otherwise protect themselves.
"please," he said, his voice quivering in fear, "d-don't hurt me..." his tears were streaming again and his chest was heaving in an attempt to catch his breath. The boy seemed weak the more he looked at him, his eyes were glazed and he went to lean against the wall nearly as soon as he came out. Still, he was in a better position than he was himself.