-The Mythics RP-

[RDchicken99]

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.

“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.

"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.

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.

Ember’s show of power ignited Coal’s competitive spirit. She can’t think my fire is weak just because I don’t want the captain thinking I want to burn her! he thought.
Coal stepped away from Vanya and held a globe of fire between his hands. His sharp white teeth gleamed in the light of the fire, but he was grimacing, not smiling. It was hard to maintain a calm and easy smile with a gun trained on his head.

Vhanya watched as the varying Harpies bickered, the cowled Mythic revealed his scarred face -where had she seen him before?- and the other male Harpy took flight to the crow’s nest, her annoyance building like waves lapping against a ship hull.

She sidestepped away from the Harpy behind her -scratch that, this soul was a Phoenix. Vhanya noted his race when she felt flames warming her back from where he stood.
“I’m not a Mythic you want to hide behind, boy,” she flicked her tail in his direction as a not-so-subtle reminder of its venomous barbed tip.

She didn’t bother to hear an answer from him, and instead strode to the middle of the deck, lifted her flintlock, and shot a solitary bullet to the sky, the crack of the shot piercing through the predawn air. She wasn’t concerned about unwanted attention, Pirate’s Cove was no stranger to the sound of gunfire.
”Alright! Every soul currently aboard my ship I beseech you, cease your screw-jay squawking lest you find your blood black with venom or lead- your choice, it’s my treat.“
She knew she couldn’t take on all of them on her own, but a well-delivered threat often did the entirety of the work for her.

She turned slowly around to face every Mythic, even Galen, still hulking in the crow’s nest, his wings high up about him like some vulture.
“If you’re looking to join my crew you’d best stop flinging guns and words about like savages. If you’re not, then I’d say it’s best for you to leave this port as soon as possible. I have plenty of friends who’d relish seeking out your end..”

@-Kiwi-
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Amer

 

[-Shade-]

Vhanya watched as the varying Harpies bickered, the cowled Mythic revealed his scarred face -where had she seen him before?- and the other male Harpy took flight to the crow’s nest, her annoyance building like waves lapping against a ship hull.

She sidestepped away from the Harpy behind her -scratch that, this soul was a Phoenix. Vhanya noted his race when she felt flames warming her back from where he stood.
“I’m not a Mythic you want to hide behind, boy,” she flicked her tail in his direction as a not-so-subtle reminder of its venomous barbed tip.

She didn’t bother to hear an answer from him, and instead strode to the middle of the deck, lifted her flintlock, and shot a solitary bullet to the sky, the crack of the shot piercing through the predawn air. She wasn’t concerned about unwanted attention, Pirate’s Cove was no stranger to the sound of gunfire.
”Alright! Every soul currently aboard my ship I beseech you, cease your screw-jay squawking lest you find your blood black with venom or lead- your choice, it’s my treat.“
She knew she couldn’t take on all of them on her own, but a well-delivered threat often did the entirety of the work for her.

She turned slowly around to face every Mythic, even Galen, still hulking in the crow’s nest, his wings high up about him like some vulture.
“If you’re looking to join my crew you’d best stop flinging guns and words about like savages. If you’re not, then I’d say it’s best for you to leave this port as soon as possible. I have plenty of friends who’d relish seeking out your end..”

@-Kiwi-
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Amer

(I love Vhanya so much. I literally heard that gunshot in my mind so clearly.)

 

[Amer]

Vhanya watched as the varying Harpies bickered, the cowled Mythic revealed his scarred face -where had she seen him before?- and the other male Harpy took flight to the crow’s nest, her annoyance building like waves lapping against a ship hull.

She sidestepped away from the Harpy behind her -scratch that, this soul was a Phoenix. Vhanya noted his race when she felt flames warming her back from where he stood.
“I’m not a Mythic you want to hide behind, boy,” she flicked her tail in his direction as a not-so-subtle reminder of its venomous barbed tip.

She didn’t bother to hear an answer from him, and instead strode to the middle of the deck, lifted her flintlock, and shot a solitary bullet to the sky, the crack of the shot piercing through the predawn air. She wasn’t concerned about unwanted attention, Pirate’s Cove was no stranger to the sound of gunfire.
”Alright! Every soul currently aboard my ship I beseech you, cease your screw-jay squawking lest you find your blood black with venom or lead- your choice, it’s my treat.“
She knew she couldn’t take on all of them on her own, but a well-delivered threat often did the entirety of the work for her.

She turned slowly around to face every Mythic, even Galen, still hulking in the crow’s nest, his wings high up about him like some vulture.
“If you’re looking to join my crew you’d best stop flinging guns and words about like savages. If you’re not, then I’d say it’s best for you to leave this port as soon as possible. I have plenty of friends who’d relish seeking out your end..”

@-Kiwi-
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Amer

Coal’s flame went out. The shot got his attention. He was half-afraid that it would cause a second shot—this time in his forehead. He sobered, standing at respectful attention; this was someone worthy of respect.

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Vhanya watched as the varying Harpies bickered, the cowled Mythic revealed his scarred face -where had she seen him before?- and the other male Harpy took flight to the crow’s nest, her annoyance building like waves lapping against a ship hull.

She sidestepped away from the Harpy behind her -scratch that, this soul was a Phoenix. Vhanya noted his race when she felt flames warming her back from where he stood.
“I’m not a Mythic you want to hide behind, boy,” she flicked her tail in his direction as a not-so-subtle reminder of its venomous barbed tip.

She didn’t bother to hear an answer from him, and instead strode to the middle of the deck, lifted her flintlock, and shot a solitary bullet to the sky, the crack of the shot piercing through the predawn air. She wasn’t concerned about unwanted attention, Pirate’s Cove was no stranger to the sound of gunfire.
”Alright! Every soul currently aboard my ship I beseech you, cease your screw-jay squawking lest you find your blood black with venom or lead- your choice, it’s my treat.“
She knew she couldn’t take on all of them on her own, but a well-delivered threat often did the entirety of the work for her.

She turned slowly around to face every Mythic, even Galen, still hulking in the crow’s nest, his wings high up about him like some vulture.
“If you’re looking to join my crew you’d best stop flinging guns and words about like savages. If you’re not, then I’d say it’s best for you to leave this port as soon as possible. I have plenty of friends who’d relish seeking out your end..”

@-Kiwi-
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Amer

Galen begrudgingly dropped down to the deck and resumed a straight stance, trying not to look flustered. he pulled his knife back out, less for comfort, more for the fact that he might need to use it. His eyes flickered back and forth between Vhanya, Raven, and on occasion, suspiciously towards Coal.
His heart still thrummed in his ears so he took long breaths in an attempt to slow it down as he turned the blade over and over in his hands.

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Vhanya watched as the varying Harpies bickered, the cowled Mythic revealed his scarred face -where had she seen him before?- and the other male Harpy took flight to the crow’s nest, her annoyance building like waves lapping against a ship hull.

She sidestepped away from the Harpy behind her -scratch that, this soul was a Phoenix. Vhanya noted his race when she felt flames warming her back from where he stood.
“I’m not a Mythic you want to hide behind, boy,” she flicked her tail in his direction as a not-so-subtle reminder of its venomous barbed tip.

She didn’t bother to hear an answer from him, and instead strode to the middle of the deck, lifted her flintlock, and shot a solitary bullet to the sky, the crack of the shot piercing through the predawn air. She wasn’t concerned about unwanted attention, Pirate’s Cove was no stranger to the sound of gunfire.
”Alright! Every soul currently aboard my ship I beseech you, cease your screw-jay squawking lest you find your blood black with venom or lead- your choice, it’s my treat.“
She knew she couldn’t take on all of them on her own, but a well-delivered threat often did the entirety of the work for her.

She turned slowly around to face every Mythic, even Galen, still hulking in the crow’s nest, his wings high up about him like some vulture.
“If you’re looking to join my crew you’d best stop flinging guns and words about like savages. If you’re not, then I’d say it’s best for you to leave this port as soon as possible. I have plenty of friends who’d relish seeking out your end..”

@-Kiwi-
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Amer

(Hey, would now be a good time to throw Gecko in here? )

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

(Hey, would now be a good time to throw Gecko in here? )

(suuurreeee go for iiiiiit, he might not have a face afterwards tho.....)

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Vhanya watched as the varying Harpies bickered, the cowled Mythic revealed his scarred face -where had she seen him before?- and the other male Harpy took flight to the crow’s nest, her annoyance building like waves lapping against a ship hull.

She sidestepped away from the Harpy behind her -scratch that, this soul was a Phoenix. Vhanya noted his race when she felt flames warming her back from where he stood.
“I’m not a Mythic you want to hide behind, boy,” she flicked her tail in his direction as a not-so-subtle reminder of its venomous barbed tip.

She didn’t bother to hear an answer from him, and instead strode to the middle of the deck, lifted her flintlock, and shot a solitary bullet to the sky, the crack of the shot piercing through the predawn air. She wasn’t concerned about unwanted attention, Pirate’s Cove was no stranger to the sound of gunfire.
”Alright! Every soul currently aboard my ship I beseech you, cease your screw-jay squawking lest you find your blood black with venom or lead- your choice, it’s my treat.“
She knew she couldn’t take on all of them on her own, but a well-delivered threat often did the entirety of the work for her.

She turned slowly around to face every Mythic, even Galen, still hulking in the crow’s nest, his wings high up about him like some vulture.
“If you’re looking to join my crew you’d best stop flinging guns and words about like savages. If you’re not, then I’d say it’s best for you to leave this port as soon as possible. I have plenty of friends who’d relish seeking out your end..”

@-Kiwi-
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Amer

Coal’s flame went out. The shot got his attention. He was half-afraid that it would cause a second shot—this time in his forehead. He sobered, standing at respectful attention; this was someone worthy of respect.

Galen begrudgingly dropped down to the deck and resumed a straight stance, trying not to look flustered. he pulled his knife back out, less for comfort, more for the fact that he might need to use it. His eyes flickered back and forth between Vhanya, Raven, and on occasion, suspiciously towards Coal.
His heart still thrummed in his ears so he took long breaths in an attempt to slow it down as he turned the blade over and over in his hands.

Gecko leaned over a railing, eyeing a ship. The ship was in sad shape. Its boards were all cracked and its paint was faded. Nobody seemed to be around, so he leaped over the railing onto the creaky deck. "Pow!" Gecko dropped to the ground, with his hands covering his head. "Don't shoot-" he lifted his head. What was he doing? Cowering when he wants to join a pirate ship? He was better than that. He rose to his feet and glanced around at the abandoned ship.
"Foolish me," he grumbled. "It wasn't even on this thing." Gecko unclipped his cloak, allowing it to fall to the floor. He spread his dark Grey wings and leaped into the humid air with a single flap. He rose above the ships in the dock until he could see the ships below him. There! He spotted the Quicksilver nearby with her possible mutinous crew with weapons drawn everywhere. That must be where the gunshot came from.
Gecko swooped over and landed on the crow’s nest that Galen had just left. "Well hello hello," he said with a half-chuckle, peering down. "This sure-like appeahs like the populah hangout for solitary creatahs, now doesn't it?" He adjusted his wings with a miniature flap as he finished speaking. "Mind pointing a lonely fellow to a ship needing a new crew member?" He tilted his head toward Vhanya. "That is, my lady, if you don't have a spot come available of ya shooting the olden outa-way," he added a smile to his face as though amused.

 

[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 viscous 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!

Hey @Blue Raptor wanna take a look at this when you have the chance? Tell me if i should change anything!

Vhanya watched as the varying Harpies bickered, the cowled Mythic revealed his scarred face -where had she seen him before?- and the other male Harpy took flight to the crow’s nest, her annoyance building like waves lapping against a ship hull.

She sidestepped away from the Harpy behind her -scratch that, this soul was a Phoenix. Vhanya noted his race when she felt flames warming her back from where he stood.
“I’m not a Mythic you want to hide behind, boy,” she flicked her tail in his direction as a not-so-subtle reminder of its venomous barbed tip.

She didn’t bother to hear an answer from him, and instead strode to the middle of the deck, lifted her flintlock, and shot a solitary bullet to the sky, the crack of the shot piercing through the predawn air. She wasn’t concerned about unwanted attention, Pirate’s Cove was no stranger to the sound of gunfire.
”Alright! Every soul currently aboard my ship I beseech you, cease your screw-jay squawking lest you find your blood black with venom or lead- your choice, it’s my treat.“
She knew she couldn’t take on all of them on her own, but a well-delivered threat often did the entirety of the work for her.

She turned slowly around to face every Mythic, even Galen, still hulking in the crow’s nest, his wings high up about him like some vulture.
“If you’re looking to join my crew you’d best stop flinging guns and words about like savages. If you’re not, then I’d say it’s best for you to leave this port as soon as possible. I have plenty of friends who’d relish seeking out your end..”

@-Kiwi-
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Amer

Love this

 

[Blue Raptor]

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!

Accepted!

 

[-Shade-]

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.

Ember’s show of power ignited Coal’s competitive spirit. She can’t think my fire is weak just because I don’t want the captain thinking I want to burn her! he thought.
Coal stepped away from Vanya and held a globe of fire between his hands. His sharp white teeth gleamed in the light of the fire, but he was grimacing, not smiling. It was hard to maintain a calm and easy smile with a gun trained on his head.

Vhanya watched as the varying Harpies bickered, the cowled Mythic revealed his scarred face -where had she seen him before?- and the other male Harpy took flight to the crow’s nest, her annoyance building like waves lapping against a ship hull.

She sidestepped away from the Harpy behind her -scratch that, this soul was a Phoenix. Vhanya noted his race when she felt flames warming her back from where he stood.
“I’m not a Mythic you want to hide behind, boy,” she flicked her tail in his direction as a not-so-subtle reminder of its venomous barbed tip.

She didn’t bother to hear an answer from him, and instead strode to the middle of the deck, lifted her flintlock, and shot a solitary bullet to the sky, the crack of the shot piercing through the predawn air. She wasn’t concerned about unwanted attention, Pirate’s Cove was no stranger to the sound of gunfire.
”Alright! Every soul currently aboard my ship I beseech you, cease your screw-jay squawking lest you find your blood black with venom or lead- your choice, it’s my treat.“
She knew she couldn’t take on all of them on her own, but a well-delivered threat often did the entirety of the work for her.

She turned slowly around to face every Mythic, even Galen, still hulking in the crow’s nest, his wings high up about him like some vulture.
“If you’re looking to join my crew you’d best stop flinging guns and words about like savages. If you’re not, then I’d say it’s best for you to leave this port as soon as possible. I have plenty of friends who’d relish seeking out your end..”

Coal’s flame went out. The shot got his attention. He was half-afraid that it would cause a second shot—this time in his forehead. He sobered, standing at respectful attention; this was someone worthy of respect.

Galen begrudgingly dropped down to the deck and resumed a straight stance, trying not to look flustered. he pulled his knife back out, less for comfort, more for the fact that he might need to use it. His eyes flickered back and forth between Vhanya, Raven, and on occasion, suspiciously towards Coal.
His heart still thrummed in his ears so he took long breaths in an attempt to slow it down as he turned the blade over and over in his hands.

Ember glared at Vhanya for a long silent moment, slowly lowering her gun away from the Phoenix, but keeping it at hand, her other tensed fist still torched with flames.
The Harpy backed slowly away from the center of the scene, standing her back to one of the masts as she watched.
The clap of wingbeats through the harbor air met her feathered ears and she turned her head slightly to watch the large Harpy approach the Quicksilver.
Lovely. Why don't we just invite every scavenging Harpy on this heaven-cursed island to join us then?

Gecko leaned over a railing, eyeing a ship. The ship was in sad shape. Its boards were all cracked and its paint was faded. Nobody seemed to be around, so he leaped over the railing onto the creaky deck. "Pow!" Gecko dropped to the ground, with his hands covering his head. "Don't shoot-" he lifted his head. What was he doing? Cowering when he wants to join a pirate ship? He was better than that. He rose to his feet and glanced around at the abandoned ship.
"Foolish me," he grumbled. "It wasn't even on this thing." Gecko unclipped his cloak, allowing it to fall to the floor. He spread his dark Grey wings and leaped into the humid air with a single flap. He rose above the ships in the dock until he could see the ships below him. There! He spotted the Quicksilver nearby with her possible mutinous crew with weapons drawn everywhere. That must be where the gunshot came from.
Gecko swooped over and landed on the crow’s nest that Galen had just left. "Well hello hello," he said with a half-chuckle, peering down. "This sure-like appeahs like the populah hangout for solitary creatahs, now doesn't it?" He adjusted his wings with a miniature flap as he finished speaking. "Mind pointing a lonely fellow to a ship needing a new crew member?" He tilted his head toward Vhanya. "That is, my lady, if you don't have a spot come available of ya shooting the olden outa-way," he added a smile to his face as though amused.

"You've got to be kidding me," Ember growled under her breath, dropping her gaze back to Vhanya.

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@Isabella5Storm3
@Lacy Duckwing
@-Kiwi-
@Amer