Pawn & Purge
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Thread Topic: Pawn & Purge
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plot summary.
Two mercenaries are hired to retrieve an heirloom of a man. A black dagger with silver edges and a golden handle. They both work together to acquire the dagger, only to find out that the man who stole it in the first place was the dark wizard 'Merth.' The item cursed the both of them and they must search the world for the cure to the dark curse before it consumes them both.
The cure can only be found in a secret spell. However, the spell is so powerful that there are people after the two mercenaries that want to stop them from obtaining the spellbook to learn the spell. While this spell is strong enough to defeat Merth, in the wrong hands, it can also destroy the planet itself. There are others who learn of the spellbook's existence and want to obtain it for evil.
Little do the mercenaries know that their commissioner is also evil, and Merth's enemy. He secretly is also a wizard whose powers were sealed into the book of dark magic that the two mercenaries must find to purge their curse. The man is using them to find the book so he can regain his powers.
plot setting.
1900, England. Reality slightly tweaked to accommodate magic powers (and probably gay/trans people too).
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i'll go ahead and repost our character sheets too, just so we don't have to go clicking back and forth if we wanna reference something
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cloud's character.
Name: Shiva Guzaki Jimmu
Age: 39
Gender: Omnigender
Sexuality: Demisexual/Androsexual
Pronouns: Any (often referred to with he/him)
Species: Darkling
Nationality: Japanese-Indian
Characteristics/personality traits: Aloof, sarcastic, and cynical; frank, impatient, easily angered; cunning, observant, secretive; not sociable, but is a loyal friend to his small group; takes a while to warm up to others but has a soft and joking side; seems to be an anti-hero of sorts, but somehow has the best intentions underneath.
Occupation: Mercenary, sovereign, witch
Appearance: Red eyes, pale skin, long black hair; skinny but slightly muscular; pointed ears; 5'4"; has a single fang sticking out from the top left corner of his mouth; usually wears a black cloak with large sleeves and silver buckles on the sleeves, black jeans witn silver buckles, and a black belt with a silver buckle, and black boots. Also wears a silver moon pendant at the V-neck of the cloak.
Other facts:
-Shiva is autistic
-He's an only child
-Can shape-shift
-Likes to read and journal
-Can ride a horse
-Has a destructive female alter named Kali and a protective male alter named Vishnu
-Favors the colors black, yellow, and brown -
name: skye jalani nyambura
age: 30
gender: genderfluid
sexuality: pansexual
pronouns: most often referred to with they/them, but will accept any pronouns
species: werehyena
nationality: kenyan-american
personality: skye likes to consider themselves a good person, although they're aware that they have different moral values than some. they are talkative and outgoing yet not boisterous, kind and generous yet not naive. they defend the defenseless with all their heart and are always willing to lend a helping hand, even if doing so would be inconvenient. they try to have a good relationship with animals, children, the elderly, and whoever else wishes to cause no harm. however, skye is cold, ruthless, and brutal towards their targets when they switch into work mode, quietly taking care of them in the night away from public view.
occupation: mercenary, assassin
appearance: faceclaim 1, faceclaim 2, faceclaim 3 (actor celeste o'connor)
in their human form, skye has a medium-brown skin tone with dark brown eyes and dark brown 3b type hair that falls just past their shoulders. they have a toned, muscular build with well-sculpted muscles and abs and are roughly 5'8" tall. most of the time, their clothes are comfortable but practical - a simple fitted black t-shirt that cuts off just at the midriff, low-hanging blue jeans with a medium brown belt and black combat boots. they wear two army green thigh-bags, one on each thigh, and filled with ammo and basic medical supplies respectively. they also wear knee-pads and a backpack in the same army green. lastly, they have a pair of black fingerless gloves, black sunglasses, and wear a silver dog-tag necklace around their neck. skye always carries their large rifle with them, strapped around one shoulder.
hyena form
other facts:
- skye was born into a family of werehyena merceneries, notorious for hunting down and stealing from normal humans. from a young age, they were always taught how to fight and to extort, using their human form to their advantage. but skye didn't want to live their life being the bad guy, and decided to escape from their family. their family is ruthless with a lot of connections, so they're still constantly on the move while hiding from them
- they work independently as their own merc now, accepting "hits" for well-known thieves, murderers and/or r*pists. they consider themselves "revenge for hire"
- is the second-youngest of four siblings. has two older brothers and one younger sister
- has basically mastered the use of various firearms by this point, and has considerable knowledge in hand-to-hand combat as well
- has a really hard time sitting still, will literally do push-ups in the middle of a conversation to keep themselves busy
- is almost exclusively a carnivore, their favorite meats being game meat like deer, and beef
- skye is not religious, in fact they're quite skeptical about anything they can't see with their own eyes -
ok! gimme just a second i'll go ahead and get this ball rolling
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(*ooc messages will be written in grey.
skye's dialogue will be written in lavender.
npc dialogue will be written in pink).
Skye counts softly to themselves, "Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred," as they finally rise to their full height after completing a challenging set of lunges. A small grunt escapes their lips and they take a moment to catch their breath. With a sigh of relief, Skye tugs at the hem of their tank top, using it to wipe the beads of sweat that have gathered on their forehead. The midday sun beats down with an unyielding intensity, casting a warm glow over their sienna skin, which glistens under the bright rays. Inhaling deeply, they extend their right arm, resting their elbow against their left hand, and twist their torso to the left, eliciting a satisfying crack from their spine. They repeat the motion on the opposite side, feeling the tension release. A soft "Mmm" escapes their lips as they continue to loosen up, rolling their head in a circular motion until a satisfying crack resonates from their neck.
Finishing their stretching routine, Skye leaned slightly to the side, deftly retrieving a pocket watch from the deep pocket of their baggy camo pants. The fabric shifts slightly as their hand emerges, revealing a timepiece mostly covered in rust, with flecks of gold hinting at its past elegance. With a flick of their thumb, the mercenary opened the watch, biting their bottom lip in concentration as they checked the time - just shy of noon. Satisfied, they snapped the watch shut and tucked it back into the pocket, their gaze sweeping the surroundings. It was time to move.
Turning sharply on their heel, Skye reached for the strap of their rifle, which stood upright against a nearby tree, a silent sentinel in the quiet woods. They took a moment to ensure the safety was engaged before swinging the rifle over their shoulder, ready to embark on the next leg of their journey. The mercenary was determined to arrive on time for this appointment; after all, first impressions do matter. The stakes felt unusually high, especially considering the hefty fee offered for the retrieval of a seemingly inconsequential small dagger.
It was perplexing to them why a man would invest so much in what appeared to be a simple commission; such high payouts were rarely associated with straightforward tasks such as these. Yet, the reality of their current situation was that work had been scarce, and this lucrative opportunity was too tempting to pass up. As they began to walk further down the dirt path, Skye couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this job than met the eye, a sense of intrigue mingling with the urgency of the moment. -
Noon on the dot, Skye arrives at the given destination, outside of a rather nice apartment building. The building is a hazelnut brown with detailed strokes in the shape of vines coiling around the bottom of the apartment, painted in a darker wood brown. Separating each level of the 7 story building is a lace of gold between the floors. The door to the building is a black door with a golden handle. It's clear that only high-profile individuals reside within this building. It's no wonder their client could afford to give away such money.
As Skye stands outside the building, taking in the sight, the sound of footsteps catches their attention. As they turn, their eyes fall on a figure clocked in black. His hair is long and black with a lock of it over his right eye. His eyes are red blood-red, sharp as his gaze meets Skye's. His rather pale skin contrasts with the black cloak and pants, his cloak having buckles along the arms and his pants ripped at the knees. But the features that intrigue Skye the most are his pointed ears and fangs. He is...not human?
"Hm?" He raises a brow yet keeps a stern gaze. "So, you must be my partner." He gazes off out the corners of his eyes momentarily before focusing back on Skye, folding his arms. "I'm Shiva." He walks up to the door of the building and opens it. "The door is 217." -
As Skye draws nearer to the opulent apartment building, a wave of unease washes over them. The facade, adorned with intricate designs and gleaming glass, hints at the wealth and privilege that reside within. Having navigated the world of the affluent before, Skye is very aware of the challenges that come with catering to such demanding clients. The wealthy often have specific standards, expecting every detail to align with their vision, and they believe that their financial power can dictate the quality of service they receive. In truth, Skye acknowledges that this assumption often holds water; after all, they are here to take on this assignment.
Yet, a nagging doubt lingers in the back of their mind, prompting them to question how dirty the money they are about to earn is. There’s an unsettling undercurrent to this job that suggests it may not be as straightforward as it appears, which is why Skye frequently grapples with a sense of guilt when accepting contracts from high-profile clients. While the everyday person may not offer as much in terms of compensation, they are refreshingly honest and direct about the job. With a deep breath, Skye attempts to cast aside these troubling thoughts, steeling themselves for what lies ahead as they step closer to the entrance.
Startled by the sudden sound of footsteps approaching from behind, Skye instinctively tenses, preparing for a confrontation. With fists tightly clenched, they whirl around to face the newcomer, uncertain if this figure is even human. However, as Shiva explains himself, a wave of relief washes over them, and they exhale softly through their nose. "Yes, that's me. Call me Skye," they introduce themselves, extending a hand for a handshake, only to find their timing completely off. Just as they reach out, Shiva turns to open the door, leaving Skye's arm hanging awkwardly in the air. "Yeah, uh. It's nice to meet you too." they manage to say, a hint of embarrassment creeping into their voice. With a cautious glance, Skye walks forward and peers beyond the threshold before finally stepping inside, curiosity mingling with a lingering tension. -
Shiva knocks on the door to the apartment.
"It's open," a voice calls.
When the two enter the apartment, Shiva gazes around, taking in the sight. The floor is marble and there are odd sculptures of glass in the room. The majority of decor is made of glass. Abstract paintings hang from the black walls, and a crystal chandelier dangles from the ceiling. And in the corner of the room sits an ivory piano.
A man comes out from around the corner, holding a glass of wine. Unlike his surroundings, the man himself is rather plain. The man has dark brown eyes and wavy grey hair that stops just before his shoulders. He wears dark grey pants and a white, long-sleeved button-up shirt, tucked at the waist. Around the collar hangs a black tie, and on his feet, some simple black shoes. Compared to his belongings, he is to be just an average young man, seemingly benefiting off of his father's success.
"Ah, hello. You too must be the mercs I hired, yeah?" he asks before muttering to himself. "Both kind of lackluster and rougher than I expected, but hopefully your work is more satisfactory than your looks. Hm. Yes."
Shiva's eyes narrow to a look of annoyance as his ears lay back.
"My name is Matthew, but you can call me Matt. Welcome to my humble abode. Please, have a seat. Get comfortable. Would you like a drink?" -
Given the outside presentation, Skye was almost certain they'd be walking into something interesting. Wealthy individuals often have a flair for the eccentric, transforming their homes into spaces that blur the line between living quarters and art installations. It truly makes one wonder if they ever actually live in their homes. However, nothing could have prepared Skye for the overwhelming sight that greeted them. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they surveyed the room: a glass table gleamed under the soft lighting, while a glass couch and chairs surrounded it, each piece reflecting the light in a dazzling display. Glass sculptures, shelves, and other decorations adorned the corners of the room, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.
As the merc's eyes widened in astonishment, they felt a lump form in their throat, a mix of awe and disbelief at the sheer audacity of this design. Quickly, they composed themselves, reminding their inner critic that they were still a guest in this peculiar abode. It was essential to mind their manners, regardless of their personal preferences, and to respect the unique choices of the homeowner, no matter how unconventional they might be. Speaking of the homeowner, Skye cautiously turns to the man as he comes out to greet them.
Initially, Skye had the inclination to extend a handshake to this man, a customary gesture they typically offered to new acquaintances. However, the man's demeanor struck them as somewhat arrogant, prompting them to reconsider their approach. Instead of reaching out, they opted to keep their hands at their sides, offering only a brief nod to acknowledge his presence. The atmosphere already felt charged, and Skye knew they'd have trouble fully relaxing in this environment, especially with the nagging thirst that lingered in their throat. Despite the dryness that begged for relief, they felt no desire to accept a drink from him. "No thank you." Skye replied politely, shaking their head slightly, though the raspiness of their voice betrayed their discomfort. -
Matthew swirls his glass as he continues. "I've called you both here today to help me retrieve an heirloom that was stolen from my family. This dagger was the trusty weapon of my grandfather of many generations ago. It was given to him by a king as a sign of the king's eternal wealth and protection on our family. This dagger is far more valuable than money can pay, however, I've agreed to pay even a fraction of the cost to get it back."
Shiva shifts his stance, arms folded. "We're retrieving a dagger? Don't tell me the sentiment is what makes it so valuable. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," he scoffs.
Matt narrows his eyes, turning to look out the window. "Of course someone of your understanding would think so. I wouldn't expect you to grasp the value. You're simply here for the money." Shiva remains silent as Matt goes on, unable to argue with the man. "But I've heard that you and Mx. Skye are the best mercenaries in the area, so you should be able to return the heirloom to me."
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