-The Mythics RP-

[Isabella7Storm5]

(there's so much happening I don't know what exactly to reply to)


Galen nearly jumped out of his skin when the new harpy landed on the ship. He was so focused on the cloaked mythic, human, thing that he hadn't sensed him coming.
That was it, he couldn't stay on this deck any longer and still keep his witts about him. Galen scrambled to the edge and almost tripped out into the air before taking off and flying up to the top of a spar. he clutched the mast and leaned over to watch what was happening below.

 

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(there's so much happening I don't know what exactly to reply to)


Galen nearly jumped out of his skin when the new harpy landed on the ship. He was so focused on the cloaked mythic, human, thing that he hadn't sensed him coming.
That was it, he couldn't stay on this deck any longer and still keep his witts about him. Galen scrambled to the edge and almost tripped out into the air before taking off and flying up to the top of a spar. he clutched the mast and leaned over to watch what was happening below.

(I'm seriously with Galen rn)

 

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At the sight of the gun aimed at his forehead, Coal yipped and jumped two feet in the air. This fearful jump was a great opportunity. A great opportunity to beat his great wings and fly out of harm’s way. As he ascended, he yelled “YOU’RE MY SISTER!” Coal flew in loops high above the ship, still within earshot, but hopefully out of the range of Ember’s gun. Hopefully. He wasn’t quite sure, but he thought that his dizzying flight patterns might reduce his chance of getting hit.

A new stranger sauntered up the gangplank, and something prickled in the back of Vhanya’s mind.
Familiarity.
Not the sense of knowing that came with the presence of another Mythic; but the small twitch that shouted, I have known you before!
She pressed back her braid -it had quickly become a habit since she started braiding her hair.
The cowled Harpy voiced his intentions, and the eager side of her started at the opportunity of recruiting another crew member; but the tenseness of the other Harpies was almost tangible, their sixth senses must’ve been going haywire.
She opened her mouth to speak when-

A flurry of wings and a thump of feet against the deck announced the arrival of another strange Harpy.
“Souls in Hell!” Cried Vhanya, her tail immediately at the ready to strike the new Harpy man, along with her flintlock trained between his black eyes.

He knew Ember’s name, but her demeanor implied she had no clue who he was, there was no use in asking her a thing. The other Harpies seemed just as startled as her, their feathers bristling and stances shifted to the defensive.
Vhanya couldn‘t keep her eyes from dancing Harpy to Harpy, her heart pounded in her ears. Although, if a shootout occurred, she was much more concerned for the welfare of her ship than that of her new crewmates.

Her brother?
The stranger’s dizzying launch and shout shook Vhanya out of her thoughts. She turned sharp eyes to the early morning sky and steadied her flintlock.
”Land back on this ship or I’ll have you riddled with lead!”
She left it at that.
She’d felled plenty of flying gulls, and could never miss a shot from the deck of the Quicksilver: To be on one’s own ship offered confidence that was intoxicating.

Coal’s eyes widened, and his glance flashed between his sister’s gun and that of the pirate captain. Who was scarier? Definitely the captain.
And he wasn’t about to chance that he was out of range. He promptly landed on the deck behind Vanya, lacking all of the bravado of his previous landing. Fulfilling the scary lady’s terms might grant him some kind of immunity, and he felt that by standing near her, Ember might balk at shooting him.

Galen nearly jumped out of his skin when the new harpy landed on the ship. He was so focused on the cloaked mythic, human, thing that he hadn't sensed him coming.
That was it, he couldn't stay on this deck any longer and still keep his witts about him. Galen scrambled to the edge and almost tripped out into the air before taking off and flying up to the top of a spar. he clutched the mast and leaned over to watch what was happening below.

"That's impossible," Ember snapped, pinning the wide-eyed Harpy with a sharp, firey stare. A flicker of satisfaction at the Mythic's visible terror twined around the rage and adrenaline pulsing through her body- she kept the flintlock trained on his head, her eyes glaring past the barrel at him.

@RDchicken99
@-Kiwi-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Amer

 

[Amer]

"That's impossible," Ember snapped, pinning the wide-eyed Harpy with a sharp, firey stare. A flicker of satisfaction at the Mythic's visible terror twined around the rage and adrenaline pulsing through her body- she kept the flintlock trained on his head, her eyes glaring past the barrel at him.

@RDchicken99
@-Kiwi-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Amer

“Mother said so,” Coal faltered. She really hadn’t stopped training her gun on him. And for what? All he did was a little playful following. Every sibling experienced that. Except she didn’t know he was her sibling. Oh. That would explain why she thought he was creepy. “Do you think every phoenix or harpy on this island has wings like these?” His wings had been folded on his back. Presently, he spread them a little farther, but not too far. The captain seemed a little possessive of her personal space. It was kind of dark, but he hoped she noticed the picoteed pattern that they both had inherited from their mother. No other at Bird’s Point had he seen with that coloration.

 

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“Mother said so,” Coal faltered. She really hadn’t stopped training her gun on him. And for what? All he did was a little playful following. Every sibling experienced that. Except she didn’t know he was her sibling. Oh. That would explain why she thought he was creepy. “Do you think every phoenix or harpy on this island has wings like these?” His wings had been folded on his back. Presently, he spread them a little farther, but not too far. The captain seemed a little possessive of her personal space. It was kind of dark, but he hoped she noticed the picoteed pattern that they both had inherited from their mother. No other at Bird’s Point had he seen with that coloration.

"Fool," Ember hissed, her wings flaring.
"Your colors mean nothing. I possess them because my lineage is of both tribes, not because of some special familial trait."
Her wings unfurled slightly, arching behind her head.

@Amer (We're gonna do the half-sibling thing)
@RDchicken99
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Kiwi-

 

[Amer]

"Fool," Ember hissed, her wings flaring.
"Your colors mean nothing. I possess them because my lineage is of both tribes, not because of some special familial trait."
Her wings unfurled slightly, arching behind her head.

@Amer (We're gonna do the half-sibling thing)
@RDchicken99
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Kiwi-

(just so you know, Coal keeps calling her his sister because that's how he thinks of her, not because he or I are under the impression that they are full-blooded siblings instead of half)
"But I am fully Phoenix..." he said quietly. He cupped his hand, sheltering a tiny, delicate flame that was snuffed by the gentlest of night breezes. He didn't really know if half-harpies could make flames. Probably. "And so is our mother."

 

[Amer]

(Coal's Very Normal Backstory: Coal's mother was a "Lady of the Night" at Bird Point. While she gave up her first child for adoption, in broke her heart, and she swore that if she ever had another, she would raise him as best she could. That child was Coal. While Coal never grew up with much, his mother loved him in the best way she could. But Coal's adventurous spirit lead him on, and he grew curious about his older sister. She wasn't hard to spot. She looked so much like his mother, and he knew she was half Harpy. Ever since he was 13, he saw her, sometimes, sneaking around and looking all suspicious. Apparently, illicit activity ran in the family. Well, Coal wanted to get in on that. He also wanted to talk to her some day. But his Ember sightings were rare, and he was always unconveniently engaged. One night, he saw her again, and he gathered all of his confidence and bluster and decided to follow Ember.)

 

[Crestcrazy2]

Form
Name: Amarok
Gender: Male
Age: 51
Species: Werewolf
Physical Appearance: In human form he’s an older man with a greying head of hair and a boxy beard. One side of his face is marred with long scarred over gashes and sunken in spots where the mouth of some vicious creature once attacked. A clear bite mark is left in the form of those scars across his left cheek and around his left ear. Thankfully the the fangs missed his ice green eyes and no other major injures occurred in the attack. He wears an older then dirt cloak that is covered in actual dirt and moss, along with a blue shirt, brown pants and padded leather boots.
In werewolf form he looks like ur typical werewolf. Big, muscular, hunched over shaggy figure that likes to stare from the shadows right into your soul and give you the shivers. Then eat you. Or bite you at least.
His eyes stay ice green and he remembers everything.
Personality: He puts on a facade which is what everyone usually gets to see. He’s charming, but manipulative and always acts kind to most people. But really he’s vengeful, angry at the world and power hungry. More to be rped.
Backstory (optional): long ago, before the takeover of the island was the army of the king. He joined when he was young and fought for the king for years, eventually landing a position that offered a chance at a new life. A better life. So he sailed across the sea with his king and claimed new land. But one battle cost him more then he bargained for. A black creature covered in thick fur leapt from the shadows within a mythic infested forest, biting him across the face and cursing him with a beastly form under the moonlight. King lanchester found out weeks later when Amarok was spotted inside the soldiers barracks. He was chased out and a bounty was placed on his head. Ever since then he’s been on a vengeful mission to infect the kings new land with creatures like him.
Other: He is the leader of a cult consisting of other werewolves living deep in the woods. If anyone wants roleplay a cult member you’re welcome to! Then we can all have anti-hero/Villians haha and we can come up with the name for the cult/pack later!

 

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"But I am fully Phoenix..." he said quietly. He cupped his hand, sheltering a tiny, delicate flame that was snuffed by the gentlest of night breezes. He didn't really know if half-harpies could make flames. Probably. "And so is our mother."

"Not any mother that I know."
Ember released a hand from the flintlock and raised a clenched fist, bright flames curling over her tense fingers, bouncing light off her gold wristbands and lighting up the eerie deck of the Quicksilver. She could see the Phoenix's face better, cowering behind Vhanya, the red tips of his wings catching the light vividly.
She tossed an irritated glare over her shoulder at the cloaked stranger still watching the scene silently.
"And how should I know that you aren't allied with this sulking pirate?"
She readjusted her stance, moving her flaming hand to see the dark figure better, still holding the gun level with the Phoenix's face.

@Amer
@RDchicken99
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Kiwi-

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

"Not any mother that I know."
Ember released a hand from the flintlock and raised a clenched fist, bright flames curling over her tense fingers, bouncing light off her gold wristbands and lighting up the eerie deck of the Quicksilver. She could see the Phoenix's face better, cowering behind Vhanya, the red tips of his wings catching the light vividly.
She tossed an irritated glare over her shoulder at the cloaked stranger still watching the scene silently.
"And how should I know that you aren't allied with this sulking pirate?"
She readjusted her stance, moving her flaming hand to see the dark figure better, still holding the gun level with the Phoenix's face.

@Amer
@RDchicken99
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Kiwi-

Raven squinted at the firelight, how rude it was to rob someone of their night vision, but the true offense he took was from being associated with this discombobulating Phoenix. He frowned slightly and reholstered his pistol.
"I can assure you," he turned to get a better look at Coal, "I've never seen this bird in my life, though I'm sure," slowly, He reached up and tugged the hood and face covering from his head, revealing his array of scars and deformities, "That we'll get to know each other very well." a grin danced on the corners of his mouth as he redirected his attention to Ember.