sιяεη sσηg | mythological post-apocalyptic | open

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siren song

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Half the human population has recently been lost to the beasts that are at rise, and the rest is close to a death wish.
The temptation to let one's guard down is nearly impossible to resist in this new life, and once a human – no, any species wearing a human body - gives in, they are either dead or subordinates to their "friend" for the rest of their lives. Demons used to be human; it was only after their deaths that that humanity was lost, and some even went on to take the bodies they died in. Werebeasts and vampires, under the guise of an illness, are not quite as easy to create as was once thought. Shapeshifters only appeared afterwards.
Groups of six to thirteen humans/humanoids are not uncommon, although they, too, pose a horrible danger if even one member turns out to be malicious.
The town of Hyacinth, or H, a small area where it rains almost daily, is an incredible thing.
A race of creatures has risen that is the most beautiful, haunting thing a human will find in their lives; these animals invariably have a true body – a human being that may or may not be attractive – but the attribute that is easiest for them to exploit is their appearance. Their voice, their looks, their everything alter according to the sight of an onlooker and become the picture of beauty; not even necessarily the bystander's dream romance, but whatever they long for most. They cannot leave the town, but they are undoubtedly the most dangerous yet.
They are not mermaids or the true bird-women of mythology; their nicknames are Sirens, owing to both the name of the place and the frequency of the rain. The flower of the bird-women and the water of both.
A mysterious breed of shapeshifter has been appearing in H: it "looks like, eh, what ya think a kelpie would, but ain't got nothin' to do with kelp."
There have actually been reports of angels.
Bone-chillingly powerful ones.

It's November. The year no longer matters.

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rules & guidelines

1. Follow Tess's rules at all times. I cannot stress this enough, no matter how dark the roleplay is or how "romantic" it may seem.
2. You are not required at all to make your posts look "pretty" if you would prefer not to! Please don't feel insecure about it!
3. There isn't any defined minimum for the number of lines posted - there are just situations that pass by wherein a character needn't do anything extra to fulfill some sort of post requirement. However, the roleplay is semi-lit, and if a one-liner is posted more than four times, I'm sorry, but you should probably leave.
4. There are limits to every species' power, and to a degree, each one checks another out. None of them constitute godmodding or powerplay.
5. All characters with forms should at least look like older teenagers to young adults! Sixteen to thirty-five.
6. Ask a player for permission before actually entering into a relationship with their character using a Siren, especially if they're in one already. Drama is nice, but that kind really isn't fun for anyone in the end!
7. Yes, you are allowed to have one character (or multiple ones, if you would like)! Even genders don't actually matter here; unless there is a difference of five or more, I will allow both to be submitted.
8. Out of character moments in-universe are fine, of course! Don't feel the need to model what your character does entirely off of their listed personality.
9. If you want to carry out a subplot, message the owners of any characters you're interested in acting it out with first, then me. This helps the chances of it going through because I am horrible at dealing with the sadness of multiple people because there is less of a chance of mishaps too far into the subplot for me to fix.
10. Forms can be styled any way you would like, but they should contain the following information:
Name, age (if applicable), gender, species, a full/brief description of personality. Traits are fine.
11. Reservations last a full week and should be sent by PM.

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SPECIES OVERLOOK

>> sirens
There's nothing to be said because you will hear about no bad thing. They are needlessly dangerous, and that is objective; should one set its eyes on you, there is no escape. They are breathlessly beautiful; that, too, is objective. The way to look for a siren is to look for flaws - if there are none, then you're in deep trouble. Their name, should they tell it to you, is never repeated the same way; you may think one is Katherine and talk about a Katherine, but your friend may hear a Katrina and say the name back, which will still be Katherine to you. They keep true bodies, attractive or not; there are a few who can see these bodies and listen to their name, often humans or shapeshifters but sometimes others.
Their powers work on nearly any species, terminating only at the angels, whom see them as something to guard against, and the capall uisce, who just receive a part of their power and will see them as beautiful, but, often, not beautiful enough. This can be extremely irritating to the sirens, who see anything of the water as something to be had; as a matter of fact, the latter can often be seen outside in the rain. A curse placed upon the race at the beginning of the apocalypse prohibits them from leaving H for a place closer to the sea, although they are slowly growing in numbers. Ancestral traces force them to look for something more and hold it close, and that thing - that species - is doomed to be one who will recognize their flaws.
Often, their actual romantic interest and the uisce are not the same person.


>> angels
Angels.
Of all the things to supposedly stay myth after the apocalypse, these seemed to be singled out. There were reports of creatures that could singlehandedly raise the dead before they became demons, ones that could summon wings at the flick of a finger and stave off the perpetual darkness before it hunted someone down. The sad irony is that they were deemed "wolf cries", the area around the alleged angel still being overrun by demons (and werewolves).
The truth is, the ones on earth are mostly wanderers out to guard a specific area or person. Literally, guardian angels. They are nearly emotionless and have a basic grasp of human concepts, not having ever been human, but their powers know nearly no boundaries - except for demons. They cannot kill demons unless on command, and even then, only ones that pose a threat.
They are intelligent beings that serve nobody on earth; they may take vessels, but can avoid nearly all manners of lethalities in their chosen bodies. However, they can very easily be weakened through other means, and it can take weeks for one to fully recover; they do not rest.

>> demons
Demons are an unhappy case. All of them died some point before they became demons; and all of them have some sort of possessive power. However, there are two kinds - the ones that take on the body they had when they died, and work with short-term possession, and those whom have none to take, and therefore can take the same body for years and then move on to another one. Both speak fluidly and express vague signs of emotion; mostly anger, feigned happiness, and, at times, a melancholy shade of sadness. Most are just manipulative, but others have a very physical strength and will exploit it.
There are no signs but blackening of the eyes to indicate a person is possessed; however, they can only keep up acts for so long before they slip, and if that's when someone dies, so be it.
Salt is a serious irritant, although it mightn't kill a demon; if they have their body, they'll be in pain for a long time; if they don't, they will immediately leave the host.
When faced with a Siren, they are about as susceptible as a human or shapeshifter, which is very vulnerable. Love is not beyond a demon, although it's a dark sort of love.


>> capall uisce
Able to hold their own in the world, uisce are a curious offset of a shapeshifter that can't be classified as one. They are held in high regard by sirens, and, inexplicably, often have an attractive physical appearance that can't be explained away by genes. Most are male.
Their animal forms are horses in varying shades of water; their very coat looks like it could turn to liquid at any second. They are extremely strong beasts, a little less intelligent in their animalistic form but elegant.
They are forced to change when exposed to the rain of H, which, most often, occurs in a timespan of roughly an hour and a half a day in verifiable torrents.

>> vampires
Their disease is less contagious than it could be and does not transfer from a bite unless their bodies are producing an overload of the virus and transferring it to their saliva, which occurs on occasion in the daytime to stave off heat. They are sensitive to nearly everything, from sound to touch, and can pick up on more than would be expected. Their canines only appear when they are ready to obtain blood.
Not very powerful creatures.

>> humans
Humans are the same as they were when it first started - only less plentiful and more cautious. They are still lured into traps on occasion, tricked into painful shenanigans, but they don't let their guard down very often. There is maybe one friend a human can make. Two. They keep different kinds of equipment with them depending on the situation, although guns and a small amount of salt are the weapons of choice. Skeptical and determined to survive.

>> shapeshifters
Shapeshifters appeared in the middle of it all and never went away. They were so sudden - humans that could change into animals at will. A half hour of the day, however, is allotted for voluntarily changing into their designated critter; otherwise, they lose much of their humanity for forty-five minutes and become far more dangerous. The misnomer "selkie" actually just applies to one of these in seal form.

>> werewolves; werehyenas; werefelines; weredolphins
These creatures are incredibly efficient, and, often, incredibly deadly. They share one aspect of their personality with their respective beast - just one, it can be subtle - and when they morph, it's either because of an extremely intense anger or the full moon. They are far more dangerous than their purely animal cousins and it's hard to tell why, but they feel entirely at ease with the world - not much is a threat to them. Their disease is only virally transmittable to about a quarter of the remaining humans and a much smaller percent of non-human humanoids, antibodies having been produced at a rapid rate once infections started becoming common. Vampires cause a egregious blood loss if they break the skin, and thus they tend to avoid any areas where they are common, but these werebeasts suffer very little otherwise.

Weredolphins are a bit of a special case.

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name // age (if applicable) // gender // species // owner // page number


Anaphiel // ??? // female // angel // Paralian // 1
J. Brand // ??? // male // demon // Elemental Rift // 1
Saffron // > 18 // female // siren // Elemental Rift // 1
Tripp // ??? // male // angel // Hakana // 2
Alexander // > 20 // male // capall uisce // Equine // 2
Vintello // ... // male // vampire // Avanhellica // 2
Raine // ... // female // shapeshifter // Avanhellica // 2

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J. BRAND || X

J is a demon - he cannot remember a time when he wasn't a demon. He is simply a creature of darkness; he has passed the breaking point; in his eyes, no angel can save him. His body wasn't cremated, and, therefore, he inhabits it; scars caused by salt, tossed by humans in the mismatched hope that there was a living body to release, cross his arms, and he folds them regularly in the habit of his regular act, often ignoring entirely that he is wearing a jacket and will wear it until he enters oblivion yet again. He isn't an ancient power, but his turning was quick and violent; voids that were better left empty filled. He became sarcastic, manipulative, volatile - if he had spent one more day off of Earth, he would've snapped to the point where he would destroy an entire town. As it is, only men really trigger his anger; not children, not females. Men. He can become vicious in other situations, though, and interacting with him even once can be a mistake; he has a residual patience, but the remnants of his original personality are not ever enough to stop him from reacting to his conditioning. In calmness, he is simply easily irritable and incredibly manipulative; in sadness, he retreats, and in anger, he is something to be feared. He, however, is not easy to infuriate and does not remain angry for long, instead using half-emotions to lead others on. If he is interested in someone, they will be under his control in a minute - if they aren't, he may simply give up, if it's a small interest. There is an idle position he assumes, and it isn't sophisticated at all; he is very prone to passing for a regular human, but for a constant usage of the word "hell" in everyday speech, and it turns on in nearly every situation - as long as he doesn't actually have to explode a building or something, he will invariably return to it. He believes he remembers "J" as the first letter of his name; however, that is an erroneous belief, his moniker eventually tarnished as badly as the rest of him. For his actual power, his human death count is little to none; he is apt, however, to turn on those of his own kind, and will do so quickly and with malice.

He does not and will not ever remember the day of his "death." In reality, he is a demon because he died fighting one.

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SAFFRON DALE || true form

{side character}

Among many things, Saffron is a siren with a selective mutism.
She cannot control when she speaks and when she does not, but most often, she is silent; her appearance, however, is another beast entirely, and, faithless, changes among any passersby she has met. They all appear to adore her; she is simply surprised and, unless threatened, continues on with her day. If threatened, she speaks. She responds to authoritative cues with short answers and to malicious sentences with webs of words; she is, however, intelligent enough and doesn't care for either the polyamorous romance the rest of her kind appears to engage in, or her own ability to lure others out of their shells. Again, selective mutism, not elective mutism; there have been instances in which she wished to speak, but coudn't summon a single syllable. Social anxiety occasionally plagues her, and she is often extremely uncomfortable - that is, however, to be expected in the era she lives in. Extremely expressive, though, in thought and sometimes motion. Cold doesn't bother her one bit.

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reserved uwu;;

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bump!

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bump for this cute lil turd uwu

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one last bump for the night ahah

[equine is a huge dork n a beautiful roleplayer
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[idyllic]

Birthday: She remembers being born in the dead of the winter,
thousands of years ago. Her vessel was born recently, actually, September 15th,
1834. Well, okay, recent for Anaphiel.
Gender: Female
Age: You should know better than to ask that question.
Height: Her vessel is quite small, around 5'4.
Weight: Her vessel weighs around 113.
Hair: Light golden blonde. It goes to about her lower shoulders
and she usually wears it up.
Eyes: Light blue.
Build: She has a small build, meaning she has small shoulders,
hips and little to no curves. She isn't very large in the chest area either.

Hello, I'm Anaphiel, an Archangel of the lord. Don't underestimate me, for I am one of the most powerful things you will encounter. I have watched the earth form, I've seen civilizations thrive one day, then fall the next. I helped humans create words and have watched your race grow. I am one of the oldest things out there.

It would be silly to try to describe Anaphiel's whole history, but she did do some things that were very important. In 2584 BC, she helped the Egyptians build the Pyramids of Giza, and the Sphinx. Also, not many know, but the Sphinx was modeled after her, well her face that is. She went on a bit of break, but then reappeared in history when she created glasses in 1286 in Italy.

She has always been quite detached from human emotions, even for angel. Those who can make her smile or laugh are truly special. She never loved anyone through her time on earth, or at least no one she will talk about. Anaphiel is very clever and get herself out of most any situation. She is also quite observant, and likes to learn about people through observation before actually talking to them.

Anaphiel visits the town of H often, and is sort of protector for it. She goes by Ana Leith there, though never tells anyone much of a back story of herself.