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Script Sample: Bloody: *Yawns as she slowly sits up stretches, her extended arms and legs shaking slightly before dropping again* Gahhh-ah, damn. *Rubs back, twisting her spine either way to pop it* How long was I out? Feels like decades . . . and I know what that feels like. *Rubs at a watery eye with one black fist, letting loose another yawn before standing, leaving the bed* Hnng. Ow, my bleedin' back! *Grimaces, rubbing it once again* What the Hell . . . am I sleepwalking all night now!? What's up with my back!? *Trudges over to and stops in front of the mirror, twisting around, lifting up shirt, and inspecting her back* Hm . . . nothin'. Whatever, I guess. Prolly just slept on it wrong. *Shrugs, putting shirt back down, and goes off to shower*
Paragraph Sample: Darkness had once again crawled over the dreary, desolate skies stretching above and far, far beyond the grounds of the academy. The sounds of the ground's . . . "birds" (if they could be called that) had ceased and gave way to the occasional eerie moan or wail emanating from some other building in the academy. Flickering lights that had been lighting up the school's courtyards eventually began to go out as the students went off to their dorms before curfew. Well, the supposed curfew.
One student, a youthful-looking black-and-red-skinned she-demon, though she trekked on back to the bone dorms with the other freshman, grudgingly wondered if there even was a curfew in this place. After all, many races attending the school were nocturnal, or simply preferred being awake during the night as opposed to the day. Bloody herself preferred it--the sun was harsh on her eyes and sometimes caused her to feel as if her blood was boiling.
Sighing quietly through her nose, she glanced up and over her shoulder at the moon. It was almost full. Great. The various were-beasts attending the academy were sure to keep the rest of the student body up anyways.
She blinked. Surely there's someone I can talk to . . . some member of the school staff, who'd be sure to give me an answer. Maybe there are even optional night classes? . . . Alright, that's probably a stretch, but what I wouldn't give to at least spend twenty minutes or so flying and letting of some steam. It feels so crowded down here with everyone else, she irritably thought, flick an ear. The hoard of students steadily moving along all sides of her only proved her point.
Oh well. At least I have my own room. So . . . I get a little freedom here, she finally thought, attempting to find the "bright side" of things, as it were.
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Art, Design, Bloody (c) SavannaEGoth
OtherWorlde (c) viralremix
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Script Sample: Bloody: *Yawns as she slowly sits up stretches, her extended arms and legs shaking slightly before dropping again* Gahhh-ah, damn. *Rubs back, twisting her spine either way to pop it* How long was I out? Feels like decades . . . and I know what that feels like. *Rubs at a watery eye with one black fist, letting loose another yawn before standing, leaving the bed* Hnng. Ow, my bleedin' back! *Grimaces, rubbing it once again* What the Hell . . . am I sleepwalking all night now!? What's up with my back!? *Trudges over to and stops in front of the mirror, twisting around, lifting up shirt, and inspecting her back* Hm . . . nothin'. Whatever, I guess. Prolly just slept on it wrong. *Shrugs, putting shirt back down, and goes off to shower*
Paragraph Sample: Darkness had once again crawled over the dreary, desolate skies stretching above and far, far beyond the grounds of the academy. The sounds of the ground's . . . "birds" (if they could be called that) had ceased and gave way to the occasional eerie moan or wail emanating from some other building in the academy. Flickering lights that had been lighting up the school's courtyards eventually began to go out as the students went off to their dorms before curfew. Well, the supposed curfew.
One student, a youthful-looking black-and-red-skinned she-demon, though she trekked on back to the bone dorms with the other freshman, grudgingly wondered if there even was a curfew in this place. After all, many races attending the school were nocturnal, or simply preferred being awake during the night as opposed to the day. Bloody herself preferred it--the sun was harsh on her eyes and sometimes caused her to feel as if her blood was boiling.
Sighing quietly through her nose, she glanced up and over her shoulder at the moon. It was almost full. Great. The various were-beasts attending the academy were sure to keep the rest of the student body up anyways.
She blinked. Surely there's someone I can talk to . . . some member of the school staff, who'd be sure to give me an answer. Maybe there are even optional night classes? . . . Alright, that's probably a stretch, but what I wouldn't give to at least spend twenty minutes or so flying and letting of some steam. It feels so crowded down here with everyone else, she irritably thought, flick an ear. The hoard of students steadily moving along all sides of her only proved her point.
Oh well. At least I have my own room. So . . . I get a little freedom here, she finally thought, attempting to find the "bright side" of things, as it were.
~
Art, Design, Bloody (c) SavannaEGoth
OtherWorlde (c) viralremix
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Just throwing this here for a new reference whenever it comes:
I've got an old reference sheet for her from the time I had dusted her off and submitted her into arather toxic roleplay group here on DA. She's a dragon-demon hybrid hailing from the UK over 100 years ago (bitch ages slowly). She lived in a lair with her mother (a dragon), father (a demon), and her many nestmates. Her parents both hold the power to shapeshift into different specific forms, as well as breathe fire and manipulate certain things. They raised their clutch of differing ages in secret, keeping them hidden from the world until they were old enough to hunt and defend themselves from others, particularly the chantry, who still had members out and hunting demons at the time. Bloody (her birth name was Gorria, though she was nicknamed Gory) was the second youngest member of her family, and had been babied by her mother for much of her life, shadowing both of her parents as they did things in and around their home set. She had some difficulties shifting and using her powers, and so was a bit lacking compared to her siblings, though she'd never admit inadequacy. Instead, she sought to learn and read and hone her powers. This in turn led her to falling behind on her hunting and actual application of her born abilities. Her mother and father had another child after her, her younger brother, and this new baby was very gifted. His abilities seemed to be naturally stronger and more developed than his older siblings, though he was physically weaker and would grow sick very easily. Their mother babied him constantly and ignored much of her other children to focus on him, causing Bloody to grow jealous while her other siblings were focusing on finishing their training to leave and start lives of their own. Bloody was still much younger than them, though, and so would be with her parents and brother for awhile yet, meaning she'd have to put up with being ignored by her parent. She began growing closer to her father to ease her sense of replacement/abandonment, and began looking up to him more than before. She idolized him for the proud, fearsome being he was. He was a very powerful demon, not quite content with always having to hide in the shadows while the chantry took over their homeland, but heeded the warnings of Bloody's mother. Still, he noticed Bloody's growing irritation and began to try to train her more. He saw her hunger for knowledge and power, and felt there was potential there to make her into a force to be reckoned with.
Life continued somewhat normally until she and her siblings caught of wiff of some other beings they'd never been introduced to before. The children voted to investigate it, Bloody and her brother not having much of a say as their older siblings ran their little pack, herding them closer to the strangers. This mistake would leave a majority of them dead apart from Bloody, her brother, and one sister. The strangers had been dangerous members of the chantry, armed to the teeth and looking to spill demon blood. The three survivors barely escaped certain doom when their mother came looking for them after they all failed to come home. She finished off the chantry men in her powerful draconic form, and ushered the others home while ignoring her wounds. Their parents became more protective than ever, and fought about whether to hide the family or train them harder. They ended up moving to a new lair in hopes of escaping the encroaching threats of the humans, but they were pursued. One day, Bloody's father vanished, and when her mother failed to return from looking for him the siblings left to investigate. They found their parents burning alive--their mother tied down and piked with crude spikes, and their father being crucified. The gruesome sight would forever instill the fear of being put to death on a cross into the demoness' mind, and the siblings fled to escape a similar fate, being unequipped to stop their parents' torture.
The three went to live on a remote beach for an uneasy year. The sisters trained religiously (pun unintended) while their brother seemed to grow more distant. It was during this time they noticed he became withdrawn and never ceased in his brooding. He began voicing his objections to hunting humans and their livestock, not wanting to harm these sentient beings or their food sources, but Bloody wanted them to live their lives unrestricted, having great pride in their bloodlines. She argued with him that he wouldn't be accepted by the humans, and that they couldn't trust them. The two fought before he disappeared. The sisters looked for him, but after turning up nothing stopped and settled for waiting for him to return. It was very late when Bloody finally heard someone approaching their den. She went out to investigate, finding her brother accompanied by several other humans, all bearing the sign of the chantry. She was outraged that he led them to their set, and accused him of betraying the family. He tried to reason with her, assure her that they could be more than demons, that they could be members of a society where they wouldn't be threatened, that they could eat things other than people. Bloody refused to become a member of the society that hunted both of her races and genuinely believed demons to be superior to mortals. Both she and her brother failed to reason with one another, and their fighting brought their older sibling out of the den, their raised voices having woken her from where she slept just inside. The humans were also becoming more uneasy and angered by the younger she-demon's words, and they began to grow aggressive. Her brother realized too late what he'd done in bringing the humans there, seeing his sister was right about them trying to use him to bring them to his siblings to kill them, and the tense situation quickly broke into a vicious fight. The demon sisters fought for their lives against the humans who outnumbered them, thouh in the end the older sibling fell in trying desperately to assure her younger siblings' survival, sacrificing herself to give them an upperhand in the skirmish. Bloody was the final victor in the fight, having slain the last human to have invaded their temporary home before turning on her brother. He pleaded with her but she wouldn't listen, hating him for the loss of their family, and she killed him. Now she was entirely alone in the world.
She left her final home that day to gather knowledge and hone her skills in other ways, vowing to become powerful enough to make every last member of the chantry pay, to punish the settlements of the kingdom, and to become so strong that every last creature alive would fear her.
There were many short stories I wrote and uploaded to my gallery based on the group's prompts that developed her character and showed her practicing her skills, but in the end I had to leave and I attributed that to her leaving the school after she received a letter from her brother notifying her that he had somehow returned from the hell she sent him to in killing him, and that he was going to return to her. She left to go back into hiding and continue her training in seclusion, thinking he had returned to drag her down to hell as well.
I've got an old reference sheet for her from the time I had dusted her off and submitted her into a
Life continued somewhat normally until she and her siblings caught of wiff of some other beings they'd never been introduced to before. The children voted to investigate it, Bloody and her brother not having much of a say as their older siblings ran their little pack, herding them closer to the strangers. This mistake would leave a majority of them dead apart from Bloody, her brother, and one sister. The strangers had been dangerous members of the chantry, armed to the teeth and looking to spill demon blood. The three survivors barely escaped certain doom when their mother came looking for them after they all failed to come home. She finished off the chantry men in her powerful draconic form, and ushered the others home while ignoring her wounds. Their parents became more protective than ever, and fought about whether to hide the family or train them harder. They ended up moving to a new lair in hopes of escaping the encroaching threats of the humans, but they were pursued. One day, Bloody's father vanished, and when her mother failed to return from looking for him the siblings left to investigate. They found their parents burning alive--their mother tied down and piked with crude spikes, and their father being crucified. The gruesome sight would forever instill the fear of being put to death on a cross into the demoness' mind, and the siblings fled to escape a similar fate, being unequipped to stop their parents' torture.
The three went to live on a remote beach for an uneasy year. The sisters trained religiously (pun unintended) while their brother seemed to grow more distant. It was during this time they noticed he became withdrawn and never ceased in his brooding. He began voicing his objections to hunting humans and their livestock, not wanting to harm these sentient beings or their food sources, but Bloody wanted them to live their lives unrestricted, having great pride in their bloodlines. She argued with him that he wouldn't be accepted by the humans, and that they couldn't trust them. The two fought before he disappeared. The sisters looked for him, but after turning up nothing stopped and settled for waiting for him to return. It was very late when Bloody finally heard someone approaching their den. She went out to investigate, finding her brother accompanied by several other humans, all bearing the sign of the chantry. She was outraged that he led them to their set, and accused him of betraying the family. He tried to reason with her, assure her that they could be more than demons, that they could be members of a society where they wouldn't be threatened, that they could eat things other than people. Bloody refused to become a member of the society that hunted both of her races and genuinely believed demons to be superior to mortals. Both she and her brother failed to reason with one another, and their fighting brought their older sibling out of the den, their raised voices having woken her from where she slept just inside. The humans were also becoming more uneasy and angered by the younger she-demon's words, and they began to grow aggressive. Her brother realized too late what he'd done in bringing the humans there, seeing his sister was right about them trying to use him to bring them to his siblings to kill them, and the tense situation quickly broke into a vicious fight. The demon sisters fought for their lives against the humans who outnumbered them, thouh in the end the older sibling fell in trying desperately to assure her younger siblings' survival, sacrificing herself to give them an upperhand in the skirmish. Bloody was the final victor in the fight, having slain the last human to have invaded their temporary home before turning on her brother. He pleaded with her but she wouldn't listen, hating him for the loss of their family, and she killed him. Now she was entirely alone in the world.
She left her final home that day to gather knowledge and hone her skills in other ways, vowing to become powerful enough to make every last member of the chantry pay, to punish the settlements of the kingdom, and to become so strong that every last creature alive would fear her.
There were many short stories I wrote and uploaded to my gallery based on the group's prompts that developed her character and showed her practicing her skills, but in the end I had to leave and I attributed that to her leaving the school after she received a letter from her brother notifying her that he had somehow returned from the hell she sent him to in killing him, and that he was going to return to her. She left to go back into hiding and continue her training in seclusion, thinking he had returned to drag her down to hell as well.