Full Name: Reaper Chrono Age: Unknown Dance Type: It varies. Human or Supernatural/Preternatural Race: What’s the difference? Supernatural, I guess. Student or Teacher: Student.
Personality Information
Description: Reaper is the type of girl who would be seen as the girl who no one would want to get close to. Quiet, honest, brutal, busy are four words that would describe Arisa perfectly. Her personality often takes on a more sadistic side when angered but overall she’s a fairly stable person. Her family was very good for the most part and she tends to look towards the brighter side of life. Likes:
Drawing Makeup Purple Designing Painting Home decorating Snakes Animals in general Magic Unique things Country music Dance Meat Coffee Apples Computers Fixing computers
Dislikes:
Bad art Cracking voices Racism Liquid eyeliner Oranges Yellow Ketchup Chocolate Cheaters Math tests Easy things Simplicity Cars Rushing Stupid people Morons
Strengths:
Understanding Forgiving Honest, though sometimes brutally Good designer Seamstress Casting spells Casting curses Breaking curses Great makeup artist Clean Tidy Computer genius Cooking Weakness’:[List]Too straightforward Can‘t sing well Self conscious Romance is NOT a strong point Sappy movies Hard to annoy, easy to anger
Family Information
Parents: Deceased, unknown Siblings: None Pets: A tarantula the size of a cantaloupe. History: Reaper had been raised since birth to believe that vampires and demons didn’t exist. Not once had she doubted her parents words, she had been so innocent as a child, albeit a little spoiled here and there. She grew up in a large house, her parents often around to keep her company but she never felt. . . happy. It was a feeling that was void to her, something that she’d longed for but was too afraid to ask about.
When she was fourteen years old, she had run into a male witch by the name of Liam. He, like herself, had never really been happy with his life. They met on a normal day, at a normal movie theater in Sierra Vista, AZ. It was a small place, a place that she had often gone to relax and enjoy her time alone. There she met Liam. Their meeting had been pretty random.
He had been in the back of the theater, apparently lonely and angry at something. She didn‘t want him to be alone so she sat next to him and offered him her candy. It was like an instant bond. She then started spending more time with him over the few months and gradually learned that he was a witch. At first she didn’t believe him. Then he proved it.
They were closer than close, and she was happy. He was her first real friend in her life. He had been a dark witch, evil nearly to the core, but somehow she’d changed all that. He became happier, more pure. It lasted for as long as they knew each other. Until. . .
There were several times in her life that she wanted to just end it. That chance came several years later, when she had reached the young age of sixteen. It had been a late night, early morning start to the day, one that wouldn’t have been any different for one or two things here and there. One, her mother usually woke her up for school at five in the morning. Two, her father was always in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the small family and giving her lunch money. These things didn’t happen that morning.
When she had woken up at five thirty, half an hour later than normal, she was instantly aware that something was wrong. The uneasy feeling that blood had been shed in her home unnerved her to no ends. Getting out of bed that morning, she felt sick. The faint stench of blood was thin, almost gone, but still there. A sickening sucking sound was coming from the room across the hall, the guest room.
Frightened and anxious, Reaper left her room in silence and stepped to the room. The sounds stopped and she was suddenly being pinned against her own door, her throat held high by someone she’d once trusted. Her father. His eyes were devoid of any good that once thrived in him and now were a dull, iceberg blue. Realization struck her with a stab in the gut and heart, making her gasp and kick at the man holding her hostage.
One moment she was awake. The next, she could have sworn she was dreaming. He was biting her. His teeth were deep in her neck and she could feel the pain of him almost nuzzling her flesh to get at the blood she possessed. She woke up several weeks later in the hospital. She had been nearly drained of the precious red nectar she needed to survive. She learned, later on after she’d gotten better, that what she had been attacked by was not her father. It was a demon.
Reaper often found herself hungering for something that once disgusted her, human flesh. Her witch blood tried to fight the growing demon blood in here, but instead, the two species merged and the hybrid Reaper Chrono was created.
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{code words}:modified by admin RPing for how long?: Too long. Almost 10 years. Stay Active?: I’ll try, can’t promise anything though. Things are hectic here right now. RP Sample[two-three paragraphs]: ((Please, do NOT expect something this long from me ever again.))
Cade never really went into the forest alone. Hell, he’d never even been outside of Kosiri before, he never had any reason to go anywhere. There were several options that Cade could pick. One, he could turn around right now and go home. But then he’d have to walk back through the forest, the cold, cold forest, devoid of humanoid figures, and leave behind any change he’d have at becoming a tab bit braver. Two, the dusty haired male could continue on at the risk of never returning. It was getting late, nearly ten already, and the moon was high in the sky, half full and gleaming. Or number three, Cade could do neither. He could stop right now, find a good place to rest for the night and pick some non-toxic berries for a snack.
He chose number three. Which probably wasn’t the wisest choice.
He never stopped in the middle of a godforsaken forest, much less without a weapon, and he sure as hell didn’t want to become some creatures food. The forest was buzzing with insects, most of which were crickets and moths. A snapping sound followed by a chorus of angered growls made the young fae’s head snap up, eyes wide. Wolves. Why were there wolves here?! He panicked for a moment before trying to regain his calm, careful nature.
He’d have to think this through completely before he made any sudden movements. He wasn’t a fool. Before he could react, one of the wolves jumped at him, a pack of five or six others following close behind. Cade nearly screamed in terror, ducking at the last moment. The wolf went flying over his head, slamming into a large tree and making the foundation shake from the impact. More growling was heard. Cade connected with the ground harshly, his chest aching and his breath knocked out of him. A set of long, sharp yellowed teeth sunk into his shoulder and he yelped in pain as a vicious tearing followed almost instantly after. Blood splattered the ground beneath him and hot, thick saliva from the ravage wolf stung the newly acquired wounds.
His eyes closed tightly. He was going to die here. A spark went through his mind as the other wolves followed suit, growling and tensing up to pounce at him to dig into their meal. It was a few seconds later that Cade’s eyes opened, one at a time, to peek up and wait for death to come knocking.
“What?” He muttered to himself, opening his eyes to see where the wolves had gone. The sight before him sickened him to the point where he jerked back and crouched over behind a bush, heaving. He’d never seen so much blood before, other than his own.
Wolf corpses, torn limb from limb and cut open from the gut to throat by some unseen force, were strewn around maniacally, blood covering, literally covering, the tree trunks and ground. He himself was covered in blood. The contrast between the crimson blood and pale skin was startling, surprising and sickening. It was so. . . abnormal. The stench of death was thick in the night air, surrounding the fae with an impure aura and making him want to puke some more. He had avoided others because of this. Because of how easily he could loose control of himself and destroy everything within sight when he was terrified or angry.
Still coated with blood, he tried to locate a pond or a pool of water to wash off. He would never get his top clean.
The water felt nice and cold against his bare skin as he bathed, cleaning himself of the wolves blood completely. Small droplets of water ran down a pale, scar ridden chest as he bathed himself as best as he could without any soap and washcloths. He still felt dirty as he pulled himself out of the waters, clean as he could get for now. He looked around slowly, half in the water and half out, his lower half submerged in the clear liquid.
The coast seemed clear. . . He wasn’t being too careful though. He grabbed his pants after pulling himself out of the reddened waters. He would have to dress wet. It was too cold out here to really go around naked. Besides, his manhood was going to get cold if he didn’t cover up. Shivering slightly as he hopped around on one foot while pulling his pants on, he finally got both legs up and inside the bottoms. Buckling the button and zipping them up over his boxers, he swiped up his long sleeved, pink tinted shirt.
“Great. . .” he sighed in annoyance. He would so need to get a new one now. Muttering to himself, the normally shy male tugged his shirt on, cringing as the nullified scent of metal hit his nose. He didn’t get far before he was suddenly caught up in a foot noose.
“Come on!!” He groaned, arms hanging limply above his head. His shirt fell with gravity and he crossed his arms, his ankle throbbing where the rope cut into the skin. It burnt like hell, but it would heal. Looking up (down if he were standing), he narrowed his eyes. There was a splinter in the rope, which was getting larger because of the weight he was putting on it. “Oh no. . . Can’t I get a break?!”
The rope snapped and he went down, breaking through a layer of leaves and sticks from the momentum and slamming, quite suddenly, into a cavern under ground. Again, the breath was knocked from his lungs and he stay immobile for nearly ten minutes. He ached all over. It had been a few hours since he’d encountered the wolves, the wound on his shoulder was still throbbing, even though the waters had had healing properties and had healed the vicious bite mark on the outside, it hadn’t healed all the way on the inside. He could deal with it, but damn it, falling fifty feet into an underground cavern just made the partially healed marks throb and turn red from irritation.
Groaning, he managed to push himself up, his arms shaking from the impact. His palms and knees were scraped and bloodied because they took most of the impact. His throat was sandpaper, the coarse feeling making him rub his throat to see if he could get rid of the horrid feeling. He was pretty sure he had fractured his wrists from the impact, but he couldn’t be sure. There was no bone sticking through flesh and he wasn’t bleeding from his wrists. Nah, he was okay.
Falling back onto his rear, he sighed deeply, looking up at the moon, peeking through the leaves down at him. It was mocking him, he was sure of it. For right now, he had to get his hands clean. He didn’t want an infection and he was kind of frightened of germs getting in him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t like there was a pharmacy where he was now, so he couldn’t exactly buy some a roll of sterile gauze and Neosporin. It wasn’t going to happen, kid. He’d survive a few scrapes and bruises.
Standing slowly, he looked towards his left, a soft green glow shining off of some neon moss. His brows furrowed. There was a crack in the wall, the sounds of rushing water reaching his sensitive ears, the scent strong of pure mist and a soft blue glow emanated from the crevice.
Against his better judgment, he pulled the rope off his ankle and slipped into the opening, barely small enough to fit through without being harmed. The pathway was littered with leaves and broken rocks. For once, he was glad he was wearing shoes. Grunting as his elbow slammed into the wall, he found himself falling a few more feet into a pool of clear, sparkling water. He’d just had a bath. He didn’t need another one!
At first the only sound was the rushing of the waterfall. There was little sea life to dwell here, that wasn't rooted out by the large creature that dwelled in this domain, and it caused the beast to be hungry. The hunger drove the beast to almost hibernate in wait for its prey, however the vibrations of movement penetrated the water at amazing speed, and blue eyelids shot open. Yellow orbs shone in the pristine clear depths, and a dark black slit turned upward toward the light as the creature began to move...
The stirring from the depths, came as water started to rush and rise like some kind of fountain or geyser. Exploding from the rush of water, a serpentine head whipped out, breaking the water tension with a crack of his strong neck. Long winglike fins stretched out and rested on either side of the pool as support as the massive creature lifted its head high and stared down at Cade. The beast opened a lip less mouth and blinked as it attempted to get a lock on the movement it had sensed. Water rushed heavily from its scaly skin and blocked its eyesight.
Jets of water burst forth from the serpents nostrils as it cleared its lungs and let out a loud and dangerous hiss. Its massive head swayed side to side as it attempted to scare Cade into moving, so that it could lock on to him. The beast sniffing the air, had already identified his scent as being good to eat, and it was hungry.
The serpents eyes locked onto Cade, finally. It opened its large jaws and lunged forward. One of its fins slipped off the side of the cave wall, as the slippery creature was un-used to hunting land-based prey past wolves that drunk at the waters edge. The slip caused the lunge to turn into a clumsy dive, and the creature slammed nose first into the ground and skidded along, recoiling back slightly. The ground shook from the impact, and it thrashed around, confused for a moment.
Cade’s eyes stared up in shock at the massive beast, hair dripping wet and shielding his vision momentarily. He knew he shouldn’t move but he had to get out of the water. Now. Arms moving on their own, he dove under the water suddenly. He needed to get out of there. Opening his eyes, the cold water stung for a few moments, causing him to blink away the burn and brace his feet against the crystal wall and using the thrust of his legs to propel himself forward.
He came too close to the beast. Way too close for comfort. He had been targeted, he knew it, but he was too stupid to keep himself still. Not that it would have done any good anyway. This beast was massive, weighing thousands of tons. The water seemed to split around him, a sheen in the water around him showing that he wasn’t a normal human. His heart pounded in his chest, seeming to vibrate his lungs and ribs. God, he was going to get eaten!
Reaching the edge of the pool of water, he hauled himself out rapidly, small and large rocks lifting off the ground in his panic. Focusing on the rocks, he managed to compress them into one large, solid boulder and direct it by hand towards the creature. It flew towards the beast, about to connect. He didn’t know if it was smart enough to move out of the way or not but damn it, he hoped it would hit.
The large creature, still slightly confused, was smart enough to dodge the flying boulder, rising up into the air and letting out a loud, Godzilla like screech that shook the cavern and underground waterfall so suddenly that several spikes from the ceiling fell, almost crushing Cade. Fortunately, the creature wasn’t too bright. The screech had made one of the larger spikes, nearly directly over it’s head, fall as well and slam into the back of it’s neck, breaking the huge spike and also impaling the creature, pinning it to the ground and nearly tearing it’s own head off. Poor thing.
Cade stood in silence for a few moments, fearing for his life before sighing softly and falling onto his rear for the second time that day. He ran wet hands over his face in exasperation and let out a long, deep sigh. How stupid could you get? He’d known better than to go into the forest, alone, unarmed and as prey. He’d been dumb enough to fall into a trap set by some asshole and because of that, he let his curiosity lead him to nearly certain death. damn it to Hell.
Standing, Cade stared at the large dragon like monster and shook his head lightly. Heading back to the edge of the pool, he had no choice but to get back in and swim back to the gash in the wall. Grasping the ledge, he used all of his upper body strength to pull himself up and out of the water, enabling himself to crawl back into the crevice. His sight was blurry but he got out alright. He was now once again in the trap set by the hunter, but at this time, there was some more moonlight slipping in through the hole high above him, illuminating a strong wall of vines.
“Thank God . . .” He smiled in relief, heading over and climbing up.
“No more midnight strolls for me.”
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