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This is a private RP for Not Debbie and I, so please do not post, but feel free to read along! |
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My CS ^^ Name: Inferno
Age: 3 in doggo years, 21 in hooman years :)
Species: Hellhound
Abilities: Umbrakenisis and Pyrokinesis, the ability to control, summon, and manipulate fire and shadows at will.
Handler/Pack/Loner: Handler, Human, Axel Shale.
Appearance: {Hellhound form} She appears as a jet-black wolf with sleek ebony fur, around 7 feet from nose to tail tip. Her eyes are blood-red, the edges of her irises woven with gold.
{Human form} She stands at about 5'7, and has pale skin with a splash of freckles over the bridge of her nose. She has long, silky sleek black hair that she usually wears in a long braid draped over her shoulder. She has crimson eyes.
She usually stays in her Hellhound form, finding it more comforting and easier to move in, also safer.
Personality:
Standoffish|Defensive|Cold|Cunning|Aggressive|
Inferno, having been in the fighting rink since she was a pup, is beyond aggressive. If anyone gives her a wrong or weird look, she'd get right up into their face and snarl at them, though Axel wouldn't ever let her do that. He would just hit her over the muzzle and jerk her chain, forcing her to move away. She's defiant and standoffish, which causes many problems with her and her handler.
She never had a healthy relationship with anyone, not even her parents or siblings, because she was bought by Axel from such a young age, so she comes off as rude and cold, as she doesn't want to get attached to anyone.
She's extremely cunning due to years of fighting in the arena.
Strengths: Fighting with fire, the Darkness, fighting, agility.
Weaknesses: Bright light, loud noises, the cold, ice, and water.
Other: Axel bought Inferno when she was super young and had broken her and built her back up from scratch, making her a champion in the arena, though this had made her host a bitter resentment toward her handler. |
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Name: Windlock Age: 23 Years Species: Wind Mage
Abilities: Manipulates wind, supreme agility and speed, he can jump high and fly for a short amount of time.
Pack: Windlock is in a group with his three brothers who call themselves "The Elementals," he is the youngest of the brothers and is the least respected. His brother's include: Soulfire, Golemer, and Waterline. Apperance: With a quick glance, you would notice that Windlock is a pretty ordinary person. Not much but a twig, he is skinny and tall; standing at 5"9 and not much meat on his bones. He's a white boy with curly light brown hair, that almost looks red. His eyes are green- grey and under them are small freckles, lightly speckled across his face. He gives a happy aura and usually has a smile on his face.
Personality: Windlock is usually sweet and cheerful, he is witty and like to make jokes out of things. He is somewhat smart on different levels, though he can be pretty dumb at times. Some might call him annoying though but he doesn't care what most people think of him. He was always used to being ignored and not respected. Even though his brothers are in rink for gold, Windlock is in it for the glory and in hopes someone would notice him.
Strengths: Open areas, strong winds/storms, heights, and agility Weakness: Smoke/heat, self doubt/doubt, brute force, being alone, and confined spaces
Other: He has asthma
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Inferno's gaze swam as she was forced out into the bright light of the arena, the noise overbearing, ringing in her ears. She pinned them flat against her head, growling. A sharp swat on the muzzle cut her growl off though, and she turned her burning red eyes up to her handler, Axel. He leaned down, almost threateningly, and muttered, “"Win this, dog. Just like you always do, and then you can go back to your cage and heal up." ” He took out a ring of keys and used each one to unlock a different restraint or chain present on her body. She felt the cold metal slide off of her fur, hitting the hard, dusty ground with a chink. The shackles around her paws were removed, the chain around her neck {Though she still had the ownership collar from Axel on}, and finally, the suffocatingly icy muzzle.
The announcer of the arena yelled from his place high above the crowd, signaling for Inferno to get ready to fight. “"And on the left is a creature with a winning streak, Ember the Fire Dragon!"” A cheer went up outside the large steel doors separating her from the arena. “"And on the right, the fiercest hound ever, our most loyal fighter, and one with a gaze that's sure to burn you to ash, Inferno the Hellhound!"” The steel doors grated open slowly, and Infenro stalked out into the arena, glaring at the humans and supernaturals in the stand before letting out a wild, savage howl that the crowd always seemed to love. She hated seeing creatures, supernaturals, mixing with humans, and watching others fight. Most of them, she knew, were preparing for their own fight, probably scoping out competition for the next few days before their fights.
Focusing her glare on the huge, reddish-orange serpentine creature in front of her, Inferno padded closer, eyes never leaving the dragon’s own amber ones. Ember smirked, breathing in deeply before expelling a huge amount of white-hot flames right towards the Hellhound stalking closer to their opponent. The newcomers in the crowd gasped, but the ones who had seen her before just waited calmly.
Inferno came out of the flames, her eyes burning even brighter and black flames of her own licking her fur, the heat pulsing outward, hotter than the pure white flames from earlier. The fire-breather’s eyes flashed with panic, and he tried to torch Inferno again, but, just like the time before, Inferno came out unscathed. She glanced at the crowd, rearing up on two legs, and let out a snarl. The crowd cheered, yelling for her to finish the fight. |
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"Ready boys?" Soulfire said with his usual confident voice, Windlock leaned over the railing watching the fight below, "Totally! Who are we fighting?" He asked only to be ignored by his brothers' boasting about how ready they were. Windlock didn't join in, because knew not to get too confident. Just because they won all the previous fights, doesn't mean they were unstoppable.
Ignoring his brothers, Windlock went back into gazing onto the rink, counting all the mistakes the reptile had made against the demon dog.It was quite clear that the dragon didn't stand a chance against Inferno, Windlock has been watching Inferno for several rounds now and he knew that dog left no mercy. The crowd around him erupted into cheers as Inferno should've been barbecued, but instead she decided it was time to finish the fight.
"Ok today is the day," Soulfire said mentioning for us to huddle, "we scanned all our possible components, studying them." Waterline joined then joined in with his monotone voice, "Today we fight as a group, the rest are solo's." Windlock nodded at the information, "who are fighting?" He asked again, hoping for an answer. "I haven't read the schedule yet, but I am guessing we go after they clean that mess up." Soulfire snorted , "Ok we need a game plan, any ideas?" And without surprise, Golemer suggested the usual "smash them all up" strategy. "Would you stop with that?" The fire mage begged and went on with a plan for their glorious victory, "Windlock, you are the lookout/ defense, and I guess the rest of us are offense."
The strategy kinda sucked in Windlock'd opinion but it was the best gameplay they had. It only really bothered him because this was always their gameplay, someone is going find a way against it eventually. Though Windlock didn't want to argue with his brother, so he kept his mouth shut. "Go get you few extra minutes of rest, and do what you wanna do, because we are going soon," Soulfire added before heading off to a group of girls. With a shrug Windlock went and got himself a cup of ice to chew on while he waited. |
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Inferno dropped back down to four paws and prowled closer and closer to the fire-breather. This was her last fight of the day, and then she could rest and heal her injuries she had gotten from her earlier fights. The look in Ember’s eyes was of pure panic, and once he figured out that he couldn’t burn the Hellhound, he tried swiping at her, first with his claws and then with his tail. With the swipe of the dragon’s claws, Inferno just rolled out of the way, easily avoiding being shredded by the powerful sharp claws of the serpentine creature. When the thick-scaled tail, barbed with razor-sharp spikes came flying at her, low enough that she couldn’t duck or roll out of the way, Inferno shadow-blinked away, using the fact that the dragon had crept the the edge of the arena when trying to escape from Inferno, making the wall cast a shadow over him. She used that, and his own shadow, against him. And it would be his final mistake against her. Landing on top of his head, Inferno dug her curved claws in the cracks between the thick plates that covered his body, trying to keep herself steady as Ember bucked and thrashed around, trying to throw the hound off. Keeping low so that she had better balance, Inferno waited until the weight of her large Hellhond form caused his head to dip toward the ground. Ember, having already used most of his energy in trying to dislodge her from his head, didn’t have enough in him to keep his head up. It crashed into the ground, causing a billow of dust to fly into the air. Inferno scored her claws down his neck, tearing away some of the dragon’s plated armor and causing him bellow in pain, shaking the whole arena. His throat was too wide for her to clamp her jaws around, so she kept Ember pinned to the floor, squirming and withering to get out of her hold, while she tried to figure out just how to kill him. The serpantine fire-breather went limp underneath her, and her eyes shone with fierce, savage victory. Just before she was about to hit her final blow on him, the announcer said, “Ah, seems like Ember here had a sponsor! Sorry Inferno, you can’t kill him!” Growling angerly, she didn’t let the dragon go, even as the guards came out to drag her opponent away to whatever sponsor he had so they could treat him. “Inferno.” A sharp, deep voice cut through the roar in the crowd, and her head jerked up to meet the steel gaze of her handler, who was glaring at her from the tunnels. “Release him.” |
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It was time. The Elemental's stood at gate of the arena, the beginning was always nerve racking to Windlock but once the fight started it wasn't too bad. The others seemed nervous as well, but of course they were to arrogant to admit such a feeling. Though they always announced their feelings by accusing Windlock for having them, yet they weren't wrong, and as expected Soulfire was the one to speak, "Aw is baby Windlock nervous?"
The wind mage ignored his brother as he kept playfully telling him it was all right and not to cry, stuff like all annoying siblings do. Soulfire's party soon ended when the gates slowly opened up, letting light seep in. The brothers stood up and had their heads perked up high, while Windlock breathed one last breath of good calm air. Cheers abrupted through the arena as they were confronted by one, big, stupid troll. Without hesitation, the violent troll charged at them at full speed. Windlock threw himself to the side, gaining a mouthful of sand. Coughing, he quickly got up to see the thing make its way towards Waterline, "Hey booger breath! Over here!" He waved his arms catching the troll's attention, "shoot, shoot, shoot!" The mage ran like his life depended on it, though it did because a two ton monster was chasing him.
"That's right you slimy snail, you couldn't catch me if you wanted too!" Windlock continued angering the troll, just hoping his brothers could do something. He turned around and blasted sand in the troll's eyes and by Soulfire's command, Golemer made a large ridge in the ground; which caused the troll to slip and slide across the arena, taking Windlock with it.
"Windlock!" Soulfire yelled as he slid across the sand, being pushed by the troll's arm. Adrenaline coursed through his veins expecting death or something serious; he was crushed against the wall, half buried by sand, but he was alive and pretty ok despite being slammed into a wall. "What were you thinking? You didn't follow the clear instructions I have given you!" Soulfire yelled while Golemer dug him out from under the arm. "I didn't exactly think about that at the moment," he replied, dusting his bruised body, "you know there are better options to say 'I was worried about you,' then yelling" he added. "Yea whatever, let's get you cleaned up, can you walk?" Soulfire asked shoving the two others off. "Yeah I'm fine," he replied limping a bit. |
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Inferno had given up on trying to sleep with the ruckus outside the great steel doors separating her from the arena. She cursed her cage placement as she couldn’t see the fight going on outside those doors, but just heard roars and thuds and cheers. Most likely a troll or something large along those lines. Inferno mused, knowing the sounds that they made. She had fought quite a few in her many, many years of fighting in the rink. She sat up, growling lightly as a twing of pain ran up her back leg. Seems like the dragon had managed to nick her somewhere after all. She could tell it wasn’t bad, but it was going to be quite the annoyance if she didn’t get it fixed. The only good thing she got out of fighting in the arena was reputation, yes, but also direct and immediate medical attention is she ever found herself in a situation in which she needed it. The humans always kept a small pile of bandages smeared with salves in the corner of the cages for the inhabitant to use on small or minor injuries. Shifting into her humanoid form, Inferno made her way to the front left corner where they were placed and grabbed some. Rather than wrapping her nicked leg, she took a bit of the salce that was on the bandage and rubbed it into the wound, narrowing her eyes at the uncomfortable feeling and temperature of the salve. But it worked, and soon Inferno could move her leg without feeling that annoying twing of pain. She was about to shift back into her preferred form when she heard the steel doors that led into the rink swing open, and three voices ring out in smug victory. She moved forward to see what the new contestions that had won their fight against the troll or whatever it was walk through the tunnels. Her chains and other restrainments janggled and chinked together, causing a small amount of noise. She never got see many of the other fights, either being in the arena fighting her own fights or in the cage, healing and recovering. She looked outside her cage, and saw four males, all in humanoid forms, walking down the tunnel. Three of them were joking and shoving each other around, while the forth hung back slightly. |
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The young mage was indeed banged up, but luckily it seemed like he only gain a bruise. At the moment thought, Windlock felt like he was one giant, living bruise. The sand of the arena left scuff marks and scratches on him as well, and he would mess with the loose skin on his arms. He got busy counting the number of wounds he earned that he even barely noticed Soul giving a small speech, "great job guys! And Windlock, great job at not dying!"
A smile crept up Windlock's face, "Oh uh thanks!" It was only on rare occasions when he got compliments from his brothers, so even a simple one like this made him feel good. With reassuring eyes, Soul gripped his shoulder tightly before spreading his view on the fight with Waterline and Golemer. They let the limping mage fall slightly behind them, as they told each other false stories of the fight against the troll. Windlock laughed to himself, thinking about the fact he actually did something useful even if it almost killed him.
They made there way to the more shady halls of the building. A darker area with cold brick walls and heavy metal doors. Windlock, who still was lost in thought, was interrupted by a slight jingle of chains. Curiously, he turned to see some sort of cell, and inside was a girl or a young woman. Her hair was sleek black and pulled up into a braid, and her skin was a scary pale that seemed to glow in the poorly lit area. He stopped to make contact with her perfect yet strange crimson eyes, but his attention was quickly taken when he saw she was also bound with chains. His heart dropped, why was she all chained up? This wasn't right, this was cruel! Inhumane. Windlock was about to point out the strange girl to his brothers, but they already made their way down the hall, so he slowly inched closer to her. Soon enough her face came more clearly into view and he noticed she too has freckles splashed across the bridge of her nose. Without a doubt she was around his age, maybe even younger. |
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As the male moved closer to her, entering the shadows that were casted by the large cages surrounding them. She could see him more clearly, noticing his curling light brown hair like that of the feathers of a robin, with undertones of red. His eyes looked like the water of a lake, a glassy green-gray, with small freckles under his eyes and crossed the rest of his face. He had to be around her age, maybe slightly older. As he approached her, Inferno jerked back, letting out a low growl from the back of her throat, her crimson eyes flaring. The chains chafed at her skin, but she didn’t care. At that point, she was used to it. Backing up so that more space was put between the two of them, Inferno held the male’s gaze, unflinching and tense. She stayed silent as the male continued to stare at him, her eyes flicking toward the three other people who had drifted further down the hall, wondering if they were going to come back when they realized the other member of their group was left behind. Inferno shrank back even further, beginning to panic a bit. She didn’t know if the male was staying behind to kill a future opponent. She clutched at the freezing cold muzzle that was covering her nose and mouth, the cold temperature making it hard for her to breath. |
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