Am I Just Paranoid?

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cover artwork found on deviantART and designed by Xavi
tital inspired by Ghosts by Pink is Punk
roleplay genres: romance | action/adventure | angels vs. demons | fantasy

a private roleplay between
XAVIRNE and SONICSWEETI

our story revolves around a collapsed civilization that fears the unknown.
in that fear, a sect of hunters have risen to purge the world of the 'others'.
'others' are those of impure human lineage such as anthros and demons.
to save the world, the a cult of angelic hunters have set out to stop out the enemy.
but... will it really be that easy to destroy another's race?
as morals and limits are pushed, our characters will discover what truly matters -
what lies within the heart and mind

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The Hunter

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NAME| Kenthas "Kenth" Renmal Dirthrae
AGE| Twenty-six years old
RACE| Human
OCCUPATION| Hunter who slays demons, anthros, and other non-human/holy creatures
APPEARANCE| Kenth stands juts under six feet tall. He has deep brown roots that lighten as it comes to a tip. His hair is thick and full on top and, once below the ears, it's close-shaven so much so that you can see his skin beneath the hair. His brows are large and stern, just centimeters above his equally stern coal gray eyes. Thin, tight lips of a light peach color are often pulled back in an expressionless manner. His body is well-toned and lean, save for his well-defined arms. He might not be the fastest of men, but his strength is one to fear. Regarding his attire, Kenth prefers to keep things casual and comfy. He opts for a pair of earthy pants and a forest green vest with a fur-rimmed hood. Boots veil his feet and gloves wrap up his arms to his elbows. Belts run across his chest and holster a sheath for his spear. Strapped to his waist is a bag of arrowheads to replace his spear-tip. His belt also has some sharp throwing knives tucked in a pouch on the backside. Attacked to the sheath for his spear is a quiver of arrows. A collapsible bow is also found on his person. One can never be so safe when hunting so the more weapons, the better.
PERSONALITY| He's cold, calculating, and merciless. His tongue is rude, crude, and abrasive. He's a no bullshit kind of man. Fear him for death surrounds him.

The Hunted

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It's hard to really describe Jean. There's something about him that's foreign. He has your standard emo-cut black hair and these intoxicating silver orbs. But that's not that part that frightens people. It's the collar-like item he wears around his neck. You see, Jean's mouth never opens when he talks. His voice comes from the large circular speaker-like objects planted on the collar. His voice, as one might expect, is robotic in nature. His spoke word isn't much, if anything at all. Speakers aside, Jean has another feature that's off putting for some. Down his spine are disks. These disks all run down to his pelvis and, from there, just out into a tail of sorts. Around his hips are two more disks that have a pair of wispy tails hanging from them.

Rocking a skin-tight suit made of something similar to Kevlar, Jean's next distinguishable trait would be his feet. Some aren't sure if these are boots of his actual legs. Either way, a piston of sorts juts from his calf and reconnects to a lower section of it. The thing it connects to appears to be a 'foot' or 'shoe.' The piston controls the foot's movements so it's assumed that his foot is not actually attached to his body, except via this system. Furthermore, below the sole of his foot, are blades. Yes, blades. Think ice skating blades. These things are sharp and, somehow, he's able to walk on these without wobbling. When on ice or a smooth surface, Jean just seems to glide across the land.

Jean is over six feet tall. Some assume that his torso down to his legs aren't human, but rather robotic in nature. Not to mention, his skeletal-like tail doesn't seem to move by his own desire. It simply shifts when the disks on his back appear to glow.

PERSONALITY| People would label Jean a coward. He's not one to really stand up to people, nor is he one to really lead. However, his brains are no match for his world. In fact, some might reconsider his spinelessness with wisdom beyond his age. Jean is one to lead with caution and intelligence. Although fleeing is seen as a weakness, he sees it as a sign of strength and resolution. He's more than capable of being a great leader, if he were given the chance.

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Stands just about 5'11" soft, short fur, large, alert ears and a long tail to maintain balance and steering in the wind. Large wings that she can use to fly, but doesn't fly often due to the raids and her past. She wears a winter outfit as this, but wears no shoes; she uses the soft pads of her feet to remain silent while stalking and hiding from the hunters.

PERSONALITY| Quirky, shy, and brave. She fights for what she believes in and will do anything for her clan to survive. Very soft spoken, but will fight you on pursuing in what she believes in. Loves animals, but will do what she has to to survive. Prefers to be alone, due to past betrayals.

07:51 PM

Mud was caked onto his pale skin. That one sheen brown hair of his was matted to his chiseled face, which left his body cold. Nothing was worse than having the heat sucked from your face due to ceaseless, cold rain. It had been pouring cats and dogs since the day before yesterday and from the looks of it, it wasn't about to stop anytime soon. It did make his job a lot harder. One might even say impossible, but Kenthas Renmal Dirthrae knew better than to succumb to that mentality. Kenth knew that regardless of his halted pursuit, the enemy would also stop. No one could run or hunt in this mess. The ground was too slushy and the wildlife wouldn't dare venture out into this monstrous storm. For now, both parties were stalemated, at least until the storm passed.

Shifting on the heel of his boot, Kenth found himself pulled back up into his hallowed tree. Although it was damp, it was better than being out in the soaked environment. Ringing his shirt, a hand pushed the water from his hair. Giving his head a good shake, he restlessly fell up against the inner wall of the tree.

Cold, charcoal eyes looked out the opening before him. Kenthas was dying for some movement. Even if it wasn't the enemy, it would do. His growling stomach was ready to eat bark at this point. Not prepared for this perpetual rain, the brunette had already run out of food the night before. Hands sprawling around his abed stomach, he let out a painful groan before cursing the world for his luck. How in heaven's sake was he to purge the world of the darkness, if rain halted his advanced? There was no way he could thwart the anthro-creatures or demons if he couldn't leave his tree citadel.

A low moan pursued his lips before his head rapped against the bark behind his head. Oh how he wished things would stop! "Angels, do you mock me?" he asked. "Because I cannot reclaim your world with this water-filled world."

It was as if his prayer had been heard and answered for right then and there, the rain stopped. Awe-struck for a moment, Kenthas just gawked in sheer surprise at what had really happened. Not wanting to waste anymore time, the brunette was rushing from his tree and trying to recall the direction of the tiger paws he was once tracking. If memory served him well, the tigress he was hunting was heading north toward the mountains and great lake. If he could catch back up with her, he might be able to bring the freakish creature down. Of course, that was assuming he didn't have any other complications happen his way.

Turning to his two tamed trackers, a bobcat and a wolf, Kenth pulled out a small patch of purple fur. "Find her," he said while dangling the tigress' scent before their noses. The wolf, Mako, was the first to take off toward the north. Ymir, the bobcat, soon trotted off after the wolf. Clearly, the two creatures could smell something Kenthas could not. Being nothing more than a mere human, he had no choice but to rely on his animal companions. Both were just a year old, being new gifts to him last summer for saving a noble woman. Long story short, Kenth just happened to witness a kidnapping in place and managed to save the woman who fell victim to some rogues. She was overjoyed and gave the hunter his pickings of young trackers. With Mako and Ymir being the only two not like the rest, he opted for the odd pair with the hopes that they would magically shape up better than the rest. His hunch was right and, sure enough, the dog and cat duo was peerless.

Creeping through the forest as best he could, the hunter and his scouts slowly started to move toward their presumed target. Although their advances were slow due to the thick mud that was caused by the rain, they wouldn't stop until fatigue forced them to turn in for the night.

Perhaps he had been asking for it. After all, he was provoking a wild animal. It only made sense that she might lash out and try to kill him. He was the intruder and, from her point of view, the enemy. Although not overly fond of this perspective, he could understand her confusion. He stood like a human and he looked like one. Hell, he even acted like one, but the twenty-nine year old Jean Wynlar Mitorevin was far from human. One could argue that he was humanoid, but wasn't she? Looking across the way, Jean's silver orbs tried to really get a feel for the purple tigress. She was... bizarre. Still, it was raining and Jean needed shelter. Just because she found the cave first didn't mean she had to hoard it. Sharing was possible.

Much to his dismay, she didn't seem like the type to let a stranger share her space. Glancing at the sky above, Jean found himself wishing the rain would stop. It would, eventually, but that had yet to happen here. The raven had been wandering for quite some time, too. He could feel his joints grow stiff and, to make matters worse, the electrical current that kept him in motion was beginning to have issues. If he didn't dry off soon, he might as well short-circuit himself to death.

No, he didn't want to die. Not yet. He had things to fight for and places to go.

Drawing in a breath of air, the humanoid marched right back up to the tigress. Although his lips didn't move, sound came from him. It was oddly robotic in nature and might actually cause a brow to furrow in confusion.

"My s-s-s-s-s-sensors need to get out of the dam-dam-dampness." Extending his hand, he gently shoved the cave dweller aside. If she pushed him back into the rain, he would be a goner for sure. His only saving grace was his stuttering and the random static noise that followed his statement.