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Thread: The Devil Within character Sheet

Tester or Subject Inmate Name Casriel Boone Age 25 Occupation Hitter Where are you from Casriel was born in a small town in the midwest but traveled so much as a army brat that he considered himself from all over. Background Casriel followed in his fathers footsteps and learned how to fight and shoot with a deadly accuracy. After his father had been killed he had started working as a gun for hire performing wet work for different governments and organizations. Eventually he decided to work with a partner and was betrayed and arrested. Appearance Casriel Personality Easy going unless on a job then relentless, hard headed and sometimes almost cruel.
Thread: The Devil Within character Sheet

You meam to say subject huh alright you're accepted. I wonder no tester yet?
Thread: The Devil Within character Sheet

I was actually thinking perhaps bringing in a character for each side I just hadn't gotten around to completing the profile for the tester.
Thread: The Devil Within character Sheet

Tester or Subject Tester Name Jetta Faye Amour Age 21 Occupation Assistant Scientest Where are you from Juneau, Alaska Background Grew up in a fairly large family, moderate income, just enough to get by. She gained an interest in the sciences at a young age and quickly became involved in matters deamed scientific. The girl grew into a genetic genious at a young age, understanding most about humans and animals. A nerd in high school made her a sort of oddball outcast...she got a little too involved, a little too cut off, that she went a little crazy. Drugging, making them, doing them, for a little bit. This attrubite added to her crazy ways. She went to college for a bit, stayed under the radar until this new testing came about. Jetta or better known as Jett became intrested and decided to jump on board for a little fun. Appearance Personality One word that describes Jett the best is that she is utterly insane. At times she may seem or actually be sane but soon she'll have a case of moodswings or begin talking to herself...this all coming from a bad case of past addictions, it really messed her up. She is unperdictible, sly, frisky, and just plain sadistic. Jett likes to mess with people, put them in situations just so she can watch them wiggle, squirm, and plead to be released...it's just all part of her pointless testing.
Thread: The Devil Within character Sheet

Sinner That fine for the subject try to have a little more of a background and how did you get in this point. Snowytryst Accepted We're finally getting some more people to join Hooray!
Thread: A Web of Organized Crime

I will so join the rp as an fbi agent who gets corrupted
Thread: A Web of Organized Crime

Oh well haha that's Great and hey Wildkat good to see and hear from you.
Thread: A Web of Organized Crime

same here angel
Thread: A Web of Organized Crime

well thanks, needed to take a much, much needed break so how are you?
Thread: A Web of Organized Crime

I'm in I'll take an undercover agent
Thread: A Web of Organized Crime

oh alright then I'll get this started with the character thread
Thread: Bats in Broom Closets

Audreys heart threatened to beat out of her chest as she stood on the other side of the door and waited for a response. Her mind raced through all the possible things that this could be. He could e a home invader, someone from the village that saw her arrive and thought they would take advantage of her. He could be interested in killing her for all she knew, but there was something else disturbing about the encounter. Why was he in the closet with the little bat? She hadnt taken a chance to get a good look at him before she threw the pot at him. She heard him do what she could only presume was curse and smiled victoriously. She didnt like hurting people, but it served him right for hanging out naked in her closet. A worrying thought crossed her mind. What if he spoke no English? Audrey was not bi-lingual in any language, she would need to get someone from the village to translate and that would mean alerting them to the situation. He started speaking. Audrey glared through the wall as she listened through his heavy accent. At least he knew English. He seemed sincere but Audry had learned the hard way not to trust kind words. She rubbed her cheek. She hadnt checked the mirror today. She hadnt yet bothered with make up or done a thing with her short hair. He wanted to talk? Talking? Then its a good thing I can hear you from the other side of the door because Im not letting you out until I get some answers. Who are you? What are you doing in my house and what happened to your clothes? She demanded her answers, a bit more calmly this time. Her eyes darted around as she waited for him to respond, her mind wondering where she left her broom.
Thread: Bats in Broom Closets

Scheie. Well, at the very least, she was talking to him and willing to listen, but he didn't like the control the situation gave her. She could keep him here for as long as she liked and until he could get his powers working, there was no way out of here - and honestly, she had him cornered. If he transformed into anything right now, she'd know without a doubt that was what had happened and she'd probably tell people about it. Getting her to open the door was the first goal. Convincing her that he was normal was goal number 2. So. Answers would get her to open the door. I am called Mickel, he said, awkwardly introducing himself through the closet door. As far as answering her questions, he wasn't sure exactly what to say. He could play stupid but that might draw more attention to himself than a convenient lie would. If he admitted to anything that sounded negative, she would likely call the local authorities - where was he, by the way? From his spotty memory of the flight last night, he thought maybe he'd been over Raddell or somewhere nearby in the western Deutschland countryside. It couldn't have been much farther from Mainz unless he'd flown farther than he thought last night. Right, she was waiting for more answers. Well, for lack of a convincing story off the top of his head, he decided to stay closest to the truth. I was in a... an altercation last night. Drinking. A... fist fight. After I was beaten, the men who fought me stole my clothes as a humiliation and left me for dead. I became scared that they might come back and ran to hide. I did not know this building was occupied and I am very sorry to invade your privateness. I just wanted a place to rest before going home in the morning. The blanket tied at his waist slipped undone and he quickly grabbed at it, holding it up on his skinny hips. Please, I may go home now? You will not be bothered again. I am wanting no trouble. It was mostly true, minus the part where his opponents undressed him - although they had given chase and sent him frantically flying away for miles to make sure they didn't find him. The clothes coming off was a natural occurrence whenever he changed forms. Of course, he couldn't tell her that. Question, Frulein, may you please tell me what city I am in?
Thread: Bats in Broom Closets

He had a name. Good. It sounded local. Her mind kept running through a list of possibilities as she waited for him to finally answer her questions. Judging from the time it was taking he seemed to be thinking. Audrey made a tick mark on a mental list. Never trust someone who cannot give you a quick answer, it generally means they are trying to think up a lie. When he finally came out with a story she did her best to listen with an open mind. It figured it would involve alcohol. When one woke up naked alcohol was almost always involved. But his story pulled at something in her chest. She gingerly touched the spot below her eye, it didnt feel excessively swollen but it was still very tender. She knew a little something about running from a fight. She rubbed her arm and looked down at her bright pink yeti feet slippers. He sounded like he meant what he said. Was it possible she was just keeping an innocent naked guy locked in her closet? Wouldnt the tabloids have fun with that one? When he asked her his question a smile returned to her features. Finally, a way to check his story without calling him a liar. She remembered the way her father called her a lair when she tried to tell him about Paul, that crushing feeling like the walls caving in and the only person that could possibly help not even believing you to be in trouble. She shook her head to shake those thoughts clear of her mind. One second. She said, finally leaving the door. Had she still had her smart phone her plan would have been easy, but she ditched that before she got on the plane. Shed left it in a cab, asked the driver to drive it around with him all day then he could have it. Not having her phone or any of her contact made her unreachable to all her friends, but that was the point. If someone could reach her they could find her and so would Paul. Not that she really had friends anymore anyways. Paul had effectively isolated her long ago. There hadnt been that much to leave behind. She went back to her room, retrieving a map she had bought when she landed. After a moment of forethought she went to the fireplace and grabbed one of the pokers. So much better than a broom. I just arrived in town last night, so Ill need a minute. Tell me, where were you when you got into your fight? Where is your home? I dont have any mens cloths and I cant exactly send you away in ladies wear. She pointed out. It was a simple and harmless question, if he was telling the truth. With the map open she could see all the cities, there were a few towns that could be considered within running distance, if he was a skilled runner, but she had picked this place because of its isolation. She needed to be sure things added up before she let him out.
Thread: Bats in Broom Closets

His response made her back away from the door. If this was just truly an honest mistake why not tell her? Why keep the truth from her? Aside from trying to figure out if he was a pervert who came to do unspeakable things to her, like being naked in her house would suggest, he should have nothing to hide. Hell, he was already not hiding anything. She would have offered him something to cover himself, perhaps even food and an aspirin for the hangover he would likely have. He banged the door and that made her jump. This was not going well. What he said made her shudder. The house in this condition, someone could pull the boards off one of the windows and break in. Why would he say something like that though? Had that been his original plan? He claimed not to know because he was drunk, but you typically knew where you were going to get drunk before you were drunk. He should have had an answer. He didnt say anything after that, but when she heard a loud bang she was so startled she dropped the map. She realized he was trying to break down the door! She held the fire poker with two hands and yelled at him. Stop that! You stop that! This is my house! Theres enough damage already just, just stop! he kept charging the door, she watched it crack, it didnt seem like it would last much longer. Then, he stopped. Audreys heart was racing in her chest. She thought she heard a growl, but then she heard something unmistakable. A very inhuman howl coming right form the locked closet. Her knees felt weak but she remained standing. Her heart racing in her chest. There had been a man in that closet, she had seen him, she had just been talking to him but now there was a wolf. M-Mickel? Her voice shook as she called his name. It seemed there were only two possibilities. Either the man was just crazy enough to know how to let loose a very wolfish howl, and do so in annoyance, or there was actually a wolf in the closet. You you I have a fire poker and Im not afraid to use it! She yelled, waving the thing for good measure. She had him trapped, she should call the police but she didnt want any attention. The police would think she was crazy, claiming a wolf was a man. She thought she was crazy, having somehow finally lost it overnight. Even if it was just a crazy man in her closet, she didnt know for sure. If it was just a man then it would be a great time to get the police but the attention If a police report was put on file in a digital database hed find a way to hack it, and then he would find her again. It took conscious effort to remain standing. She couldnt let herself be found again. He wouldnt let her live long enough to run away again.
Thread: Bats in Broom Closets

The fear coming off of her tasted like a sour electric shock on the back of his tongue and he shook his head with a small whine, aching for his human form again. He didn't like the panicked tone that had entered her voice either and he felt ashamed for having caused such distress. He thought maybe if he could just get out of here right now, he could leave and deal with this later when he had time to think of something better to tell her. Now, it seemed, with her threatening him with a fireplace poker on the other side of the door, all he'd done is made things worse. This. This was the exact thing he kept getting yelled at for. Because he didn't think things through before acting on his impulses. It was how the fight started last night. Because some Arschloch from another Magicking family decided to come into his turf with his entourage and act like he fucking owned the place. They weren't exactly shapeshifters like his clan was but they did have the ability to transform, being bloodsuckers and all. It disgusted him the way they treated everyone as their toys and slaves and although Mickel's family had many truces and treaties with the other families and he'd been warned before not to cross any of those lines, he thought a little brotherly ribbing couldn't do much harm. But what started as playful teasing soon became about wounded pride as they treated him like an animal, spit at him and called him a sabbern Biest. Annnnnnd.... he'd decided to prove them wrong by challenging them to a fight and attempting to kick the ass of the group's Alpha. It wasn't a fair fight since the demons didn't play by the rules and he found himself flying away from a herd of vampire bats while trying to find a place to hide. After a few miles they must have given up the sport but he kept running just in case. And Terrien had probably run to his Grovater by now, whining and crying about rebellious little Mickel picking fights. After a minute or two, he transformed back and crouched at the door, his energy levels depleted to the point that he felt like he might pass out. Please... I am just wanting to leave... he said desperately through the door, leaning against the wood for support. Not having the energy to say anything else, he rubbed a hand over the barrier and sat against the right wall of the closet. With his knees propped up, he held his head in his hands trying once again to think of what he could do to salvage this situation. Nothing came to mind so again, he tried with the truth. I was in Mainz at the Immer Frei bar, he said quietly in resignation. That's where I live. Mainz, I am meaning. I do not live in a bar.
Thread: Bats in Broom Closets

It was some time before she heard human words coming from the other side of the door again. He sounded desperate and tired. They seemed to agree, because after that little display she wanted him gone as much as he wanted to leave. Her mind was racing. How was she supposed to let him loose and ensure her own safety? She could tell him to break the door down, that would give her enough time to get away but he hadnt persisted. Perhaps he didnt have the strength. If that was the case then that wouldnt work at all. She would have to let him out. She listened to what he said and looked down at the fallen map. Her eyes found the location. She stared wide eyed and swallowed hard. Youre about twenty five miles from home. She said quietly, turning to look at the door. She didnt know of the bar, she didnt know the area, but she sure felt like she could use a drink right about now. Screw it being ten in the morning, she had a naked wolf man in her closet. Her mind raced as she tried to think. I want you out of my house. She said finally, speaking slow and keeping her voice calm despite her fear. I want you out of my house, and Ill let you go on your way, but how can I be sure you wont try and come after me when I open the door? I could beat the crap outta you with this fire poker, which would be fine against a person if you stay a person. She shook her head. This was crazy, but it happened, she heard it. She saw the door crack, heard him howl. He had been a man before and he had been a man again. Could it be this was the bat she had trapped the night before? She didnt want to think about that. She wanted all of this to just be a dream, or at least something she could write off as a dream later in life. She just needed a later in life for that to happen. How do I know you wont hurt me?
Thread: Bats in Broom Closets

Mickel closed his eyes when he heard her hesitate over calling him a person. He could probably still push the fact that she hadn't seen him transform but there was doubt within her now, seeded and taking root. No matter what he could say to try to convince her that he'd just been making noise, she would always secretly suspect. And all it would take is for her to feel safe with the right person to let the truth slip free and come back to bite him on the haunches. All because he couldn't be patient and just work through this verbally and now he didn't have a fucking choice about it anyway. Shoot himself in the foot twice. He wanted to laugh but he didn't have the energy for that either - last night's flight was still taking it's toll but at least now he understood why with her declaration of the distance he'd traveled. But he didn't take comfort from that knowledge since it canceled out his story and he could hear the suspicion etching a nest within her tone. The family could not handle another outbreak of rumors. This kind of shit happened several years ago when his rabid uncle decided to kidnap children from small villages along the countryside - and he decided to do it while transformed as half-human creatures, like a man-goat and a gigantic bat. He'd earned the nickname Grovater Nacht and several newspapers ran articles about him during the early 20's, wondering what sort of monster he was and if there wasn't just one but more of him that needed to be hunted down. It wasn't just bad for the Obermayer clan, Mickel's clan, but had been wounding for several other families that lived in the country and conducted business here. As soon as Mickel's uncle was caught and silenced there had been stricter rules set in place to prevent regular people from finding out about them. And Mickel was tiptoeing the line to setting all of it aflame again. In this day and age, the family would likely not survive the backlash and it would mean more than just a simple exile. They would make Mickel a martyr for the family's survival. He let out a small sigh through his nose at her last question and shrugged tiredly. You don't, he said simply, with a small lazy shake of his head. You are going to have to trust. Maybe it was asking too much of her considering the situation and the anxiety he could still smell on her but he was truly at a loss of what to tell her at this point. So long as he was barricaded in here, there was nothing he could do to reasonably convince her that he wasn't an enemy. She'd have to take the risk and let him show her that he didn't want anything to do with her.
Thread: Bats in Broom Closets

Trust. He wanted her trust. The thought was almost enough to make her laugh. She had none left to give. She trusted a man with her heart and he took it and beat her with it. She trusted her father to keep her safe and he let her down. All of her friends left her, they couldnt put up with Paul. And this stranger who she was almost positive wasnt fully human wanted her trust? She looked down, telling herself that it wasnt trust. There was no trust in this. If he promised not to hurt her he could easily be lying, Audrey had to look at the facts. She looked over the almost broken door. He seemed tired now, but he would recover, and the door wouldnt mend. Eventually he would break out. Her mind went back to the local authorities. They could get him out, lock him up and keep him away from her, but if Paul found the police report, strange news like naked guys found in closets tended to travel Shed rather take her chance with a wolf. No sudden movements. She said, going up she removed the chair from the door, pulling it to the side and unlocking the door. She swallowed before speaking again. All right, you can come out now. No sudden movements. I dont care what you are, just get out of my house. Audrey tried her best to sound like she was calm, but inside she was panicking. She held the poker out in front of her, pointed at the door. She backed away to give him space. She wished she looked more menacing. Her slippers werent exactly threatening, neither was the oversized band shirt. She wondered if she should have went and put on pants before letting him out. She pushed the thought from her mind. If that was what he wanted pants werent going to stop him. Her hair was a mess, sticking up in odd places. For once she wasnt even thinking of her bruises. The lack of clothing exposed others. One on her leg where shed been kicked was greenish in color, obviously old. There was a bruise on her wrist in the shape of a hand from once when hed grabbed her. But these had been such small incidents, she hadnt run yet. She should have run sooner. She should have run elsewhere, maybe then she wouldnt have run into Mickel.