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[color=#151B54]JERISIDIE
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this wasn't the first nor the last time the king would find himself wandering, spreading word to those of his lineage, his children and far descendants, that it would soon be time to take up their swords against their enemies. he was the patriarch, the founder of his lineage eons back in the past.

the lingré family was a strong bunch that had swelled with time. there was a feud that had been going on since the start among the old-blood demons. his had successfully taken the throne in a long and deadly war those many years ago. it had been just himself and his first lover fighting to establish his standing among the other demons. it had been a whole event for the history books, a new demon rising fast with no family or friends to back him other than the god of kindness. what a hoax.

now he had come to the mortal world in his restless travels, finding refuge first in the human groups before he had found comfort in another living being. a fallen hero, one that still practiced his values well. he had lost control of the earthen elemental powers he had had since training so very long ago.

this accident had caused an unexpected collapse of his mentality, something that a trip back to his throne would cure. he had locked away certain memories without intending to, luckily remembering the god that had been reborn so much weaker than he had been when he had saved him as a human child so very far in the past.

the ex-gladiator was a war-bound soul, always ready to fight. he had manifested a second personality or so he had come to realize when he began hearing a voice nagging his thoughts years ago. the voice had been titled jikai, nothing more than a waste of his time. this personality, if you will, is the embodiment of his rage and violence, turning him into the killing machine he's always been. when his children had come to the fore of his time, he had locked jikai away so he could raise his young.

recently he had re-emerged on him, and under his influence he had joined the pitt. he had taken a dweller rank, not comfortable with what went on around him. he had met his newest child, tsuyu, in the pitt, so at least it wasn't a useless trip. whilst there he had received some new injuries, the sort that had ripped open the scabs that covered half of his face, as well as breaking his former failing prosthetic leg. those were just some of the worst and most painful, considering that the prosthetic was attached to his nerves and muscles at the hip, thanks to it being created of plants, a testament of his power.

he wore a skull over his own, one that he had crafted months ago when he had been a human. it was a large canine skull, able to fit over his face and the scars that he bore, with a working lower jaw controlled by wires. the mask was removable of course, settled comfortably against his horns of a dark mahogany.

appearing at the border, his head up he breathed out. he had made a deal with a vampire to take his emotions. sitting down, he would wait patiently.

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/Those with clairvoyance; Tsuyu's aura is a pitt of black, void and empty, with bits of green splashes to signify her decreasing stability. This is a warning beforehand, but you don't really have to worry about it in this thread: She is a serial killer, with Psychotic Tendencies. Her lower body is also crippled.

If one were to explain to Tsuyu what it meant to have true emotions, she wouldn't haven't been able to understand them. She adjusted to every situation, drawing off of the emotions and facial expressions she saw on others to make her way through her lifetime. She had learned to adapt to the situations around her, to make people think she was as innocent as a child should be seen. But they couldn't have been more wrong.

Underneath the shaky smile of a girl, stood a monster. A blood-thirsty, power-lusting monster that would do anything she had to in order to get what she wants. It was disgusting, how one would adapt and change themselves just to get something they want from another person, but it happened. Tsuyu had no sense of mercy when it came to getting what she wanted. If she needed to manipulate others, or kill them, she would do it for the sake of herself.

Some times she didn't even know why she killed people- it was just an urge, a sudden greed to see the blood beneath her paws. Others, it was because something or someone triggered her, and she was stuck there struggling as she tried not to kill the person. She had gotten herself and Jerisdie exiled from the Pitt for going after Stryker. If the lion hadn't shattered her hips as punishment for killing Dabi, she might have been able to take him. She was strong as it was, she would have forced him to submit.

All things should submit to her.

"Father, is this the Rosebloods, ribbit?" Croaked the frog-feline hybrid, her ear twitching as she took in her surroundings. She couldn't smell, so she relied on her hearing and her father to tell her such. She had said she wanted to go here- after he had died and gotten turned, it was much easier. He was destined to live now, he needed blood to survive, and Tsuyu was willing to give her father just that. Blood.

The crippled feline had already forced herself into her child-like mindset to gain the guilt of others around her. She had to pretend, and by the Gods was she good at acting when it came to manipulating people. She leaned her crippled body against the wolf's own, a soft purr leaving her mouth.

Despite her father not showing any emotions, she was still fond of him. After all, he would still do anything for her.

TAGS • THE PITT • 17 M/O • FROG-MANX HYBRID • #BNHAFAM

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Questions no one can answer -

Vagabond killed for his own reasons. Did those reasons have to be good ones? Not necessarily. He had been a mercenary majority of his life. He would kill those as long as he got paid and after he was doing that long enough, it became a regular ordeal for him. He was fairly certain that if he tried to go back to regular society that it wouldn't work. He would be too jumpy and he wouldn't know who to trust, as he had quite the reputation when it came to the line of work that he worked in. Even before he had joined the gang that he would eventually consider to be his family, he had been a residential cop in the area. Vagabond went through all the procedures and the camp that they had to go through to make sure that they were good enough for the job. It was hard work, but he managed to show the true skills that he had and eventually he had his own patrol car waiting for him. He worked with the police department as soon as he graduated high school, realizing that he wanted to help the community that he cared about so much. He was a good kid growing up. He wasn't the type that would torture animals for fun, and he wasn't the bully that ran through the hallways picking on the weak. He wasn't like that. Instead, he wanted to help preserve everyone's well being in the city that he was from, but that only got him so far. He was a great cop, although the first time that he had killed someone wasn't the easiest he thought it would be. It was hard on his mind to watch as the man's body dropped to the ground and lay there motionless with his gun at his side. He was awarded for his heroic action, as the man was holding a captive and could have possibly injured several other cops. He knew that he had done the right thing, but that didn't get rid of the feeling that he had in his stomach that there could have been something else he could do. The more times he had to shoot the guns that were given to him, the easier that it would end up being. He didn't kill that many people when it came to be under the police department, but his reputation got the better of him as a secret government organization was interested in recruiting him into their program.

He agreed, overjoyed that there was another opportunity for him to work, and they gave him an idea of what he was going to be doing. He was going to be killing the bad guys that the government wouldn't dare try to get their hands on. Vagabond had agreed at the time, and thinking back, it should have been a red flag that the group was considered to be a secret government organization. His identity wasn't wiped off the map luckily, and he lived in an apartment for some time. He would spend his free time in the apartment, as there were times where he would be gone for months on a mission. He hated long missions, but he was just there to follow orders. He remembered a time where he would question the higher up for their decisions and after getting punished over and over again he learned his lesson to keep quiet. He was a soldier. Soldier's were supposed to do what they were told, and that's what they shaped him up to be. Eventually, he figured out that the group wasn't what they considered themselves to be, and Vagabond knew that he was going to have to take them out somehow. That's exactly what he did, refusing to tell his partner what he was doing because he didn't need anyone else knowing this. After blowing up the headquarters of the damned organization, he fled to a gang he had been leaked information to telling him that the organization wasn't who they said they were. He joined the gang and morphed into the jobs that they would take on. They weren't as bad as he considered them to be, they weren't merciless killers. Majority of the time they didn't rob from poor people and would target other gangs or high-end personnel in some random area. Vagabond could get behind that, and after a couple of years, when he wore his skull mask and walked into a building, he would always notice the fear that overcame the henchmen's eyes. His name was almost like a curse, adopting a name that wasn't his originally. No one knew his real name and he planned on keeping it that way. Well, one person did, but the guy didn't know his true identity, and hopefully, he never would.

There were some instances that killing was a great stress reliever for how many years that he had been doing it. Sometimes he enjoyed it. But, most of the time he did it for business. Humans that knew his name considered him to be a ruthless psycho because that's what he wanted them to think. He could be so much worse if he really wanted to be. The Hellhound definitely wasn't the best shape in the world. He was tired and hadn't been sleeping for who knows how many days. Each day there seemed to be someone that he was fighting or trying to fight with. He needed to constantly keep his mind busy to make sure that he wasn't going to go insane thinking that this entire world was fake and wasn't real. It was hard to think past all of it, because of how absurd all of it was, but he had to try. He was calm and collected part of the group, and needed to hold strong compared to the rest of the crew. Vagabond had been to the Pitt before, not like he knew the places name. He had killed someone there, again not knowing their name or caring. He had advertised the other's death and had no idea that it had been a guy that the hellhound cared deeply about. Again, it wasn't his problem. Vagabond was walking through the desert, his head hanging low slightly, his vivid blue eyes out of focus as he was lost in his own thoughts. He lifted his head though when he saw figures in the distance, and he seemed to stop for a moment in the sand. Wait. What was he doing out here?

Vagabond seemed to look over his shoulder, confusion hidden behind the mask that he wore. The fuck? Well, he was out here anyway and needed to see what happened in this place and if anyone was looking to hire a mercenary just like the old days. He noticed that there were two figures there, and he waited before approaching so that the dizziness that was happening would go away. He loomed over both of them, several scrapes and marks across his body that had gone untreated for the past weak. Vagabond believed that just cleaning the wound would be enough in this world. Which, it obviously wasn't. Vagabond stopped a couple feet in front of the pair, looking down at them. He didn't have the ability to smell anything thanks to the human skull that he wore on his face, the human skull stretched and distorted to fit his long muzzle. He noticed that the other canine had a skull on his head. Well, wasn't that ironic. A huff escaped Vagabond's jaws as the Hellhound seemed to grow cocky out of nowhere. "Pretty sure I pull the look off so much better." Vagabond mocked the other without really thinking. Sleep deprivation was certainly hell to go through. Mood swings were becoming more common with the male, but no one really knew that. The Roseblood didn't say anything else, as he didn't know how joining worked. He kinda just walked into this place himself and did whatever the hell he wanted. He didn't care what anyone did in this place as long as they didn't hamper his developing business.

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tipping his head to the side he gave a simple non-commital hum, "yes, tsuyu, love. this is the rosebloods. we are here as you wished us to be. can i eat soon?" he murmured in a nuetral tone, aware of the hunger that screamed in his stomach and clawed at his throat.

he gave a gentle groan, the pain of his injuries non-existent, yet he could still feel the energy that it sucked on. his head tilted as vagabond approached, slightly amused to see the strange mask he wore, "on that point i would differ in opinion. what good does your mask do you?" came the dead response. with his turning, he had been re-gifted his eyesight after losing it through trauma and battle.

eyes rolling over the other hellhound, the shorter one stood, eyes carefully criticizing his injuries, feeling his own mouth water. he was so hungry ... stamping down on a growl of interest he cleared his throat, "your injuries ... are becoming rotten. do you ... not know how to treat them?" he asked slowly, figuring out the words he wanted as he spoke, golden eyes fixed on the darker hellbeast.

his fur may be white here, stained by mud and sand in clumps that reeked of blood, the long dried liquid clumping on his legs and chest, evidence of a fight. he moved slowly, flipping up the top of his mask, the jaws opening with a creaking groan thanks to the coils and wires. his face held no certain expression, golden eyes staring out amongst the ripped up tissues of his face that often showed down to the bone structure, muscles showing in places that didn't look quite natural. scars decorated his body, most heavily along his left flank around his hip, where a living prosthetic was connected, and spattering over the rest of his fur, black markings running up his forelegs and hindquarters from his paws, like veins brought right to the surface filled with black fluid.

he sniffed the air, lip curling slightly, "I know your scent. I've smelt it back where I used to live." as he spoke, he moved to stand before his crippled daughter, guarding her from a possible attack. had he been capable of showing emotion, he would have been screaming and shouting, crying and trying to attack the other in his grief. but he was still, motionless and with his eyes boring into the taller beast, "you took the life of my mate, scalped him and left him for us to find. how cruel must you be. why did you do it?" there should have been a tremor in his voice if he had been holding back his emotions. not even his eyes were wet, but if vagabond had known the true extent of their courtship, maybe he would felt slightly unsettled by the lack of emotion that he showed when speaking of his first soulmate.

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"Patience, papa. You'll be able to eat soon enough, ribbit." The frog hybrid croaked, her tongue lolling out her mouth as she crawled underneath his large form, her limb back legs dragging behind her in the process. She had to eat eggshells in her foot a lot, from what Ninazu told her. Her hips would fix themselves over time, but for now, she had to deal with the pain of pulling herself around or having Jerisdie carry her around.

The presence of another hellhound arriving had her head tucking a bit lower, a faux show of submissive fear. "Woah..
So big.." She cooed out, her tongue hanging from her jaws adding the slur of her voice. "My name is Tsuyu, ribbit! What is your name?" She asked the masked male, still giving her best smile to him, ignoring the tense atmosphere because she didn't know when to be worried- she just knew when she wanted something, and when she'd get it.

"Are you the only one here, ribbit?" Asked the girl, patting the chest of her father, as if attempting to calm him down, despite how he showed little to no emotions. The tone of his voice was enough for her to intervene. "If papa doesn't behave, he doesn't get to eat." She meowed lowly, almost in a warning hushed whisper. Behave yourself.

TAGS • THE ROSEBLOODS • 17 M/O • FROG-MANX HYBRID • #BNHAFAM

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"IF HE WAS THE ONLY ONE HERE, IT WOULD BE QUITE THE SHITSHOW..."

Came a voice, eventually the hybrid emerged from his hiding place looking both at Jerisidie and Tsuyu's skeletal structures, he didn't seem all that interested in either of them. His tail lashed to the sides only to hear Jers' talking about Vagabond killing a loved one or something, he parted his jaws to let out a soft yawn not really enraptured by the small story alone. Obviously, Vagabond was only here for some fucking small banter and frankly, Kliment wanted to find out whether or not he would be able to eat these buffoons. "YOUR BUSINESS HERE?" He would sit down curling his heavily spiked around his forelimbs, his barbed tongue slowly slithered from his cavern of teeth as it curled a bit. Yeah, he would rather get it all over with though his pseudo gaze was still concentrated on both individuals, noticing the smaller ones skeletal structure seemed to have a few problems to it. Huh, crippled. Which made for an easier meal but she was much too small to even be considered a snack. The komodo mutt would lay his tail against the ground and his tongue returned to its cavern, he sighed quietly. He wasn't very patient to say the least.

"I'M A BAD LIAR" —-- KLIMENT / ROSEBLOODS / MISC.

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a quiet noise rebounded from the smaller white hellhound, lowering his head as tsuyu spoke to him. as much as he would have grieved over the abysmal loss of ammon, the warning of not being allowed sustanance brought him back to his senses with a soft "my apologies, tsuyu. papa doesn't know how to hold back." he would whisper.

it was both a blessing and a curse, being indifferent towards everything. it was almost amusing, that he had lost his ability to react, to feel any emotion other than rage and be unable to express this one emotion that he did have.

as tsuyu asked her questions, he stayed close to her side, offering a chance to pick her up and put her on his back. he listened as kliment responded, he lifted his head slightly, not wanting to reveal any other motive for their appearance, "my daughter and i are here to join you and your group. when battle comes, we are well-equipped to handle it. we have no wish to keep ties to the pitt, they can burn for all we care. no. we would love to burn them." he still spoke slower than most, figuring out his words.

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A satisfied smile crossed the girl's face as Jer calmed himself, pulling herself up onto the hellhounds back, back legs limply hanging from the sides. Her claws gripped onto his furry neck, more to hold herself steady than harm her adoptive father. Her bobbed tail twitched as Jer spoke about joining. "It's true! We're here to join the Rosebloods!" Tsuyu cheered, shrugging at the deep wound in her neck delivered from Stryker after she hurt someone.

Green fur laid flat against thick skin, saliva dripping from her tongue as she listened. "Who are you? You look pretty cool, ribbit." Tsu croaked, tilting her head a bit, leaning her head between her father's ears.

TAGS • THE ROSEBLOODS • 17 M/O • FROG-MANX HYBRID • #BNHAFAM

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a fox appeared at the edge of visible sight, cautiously creeping nearer despite the joy leaping in their heart. this is the one that they were truly looking for, the man that had been their father throughout time. this, the white hellhound, was their target.

their steps picking up in pace they came closer, excitement fizzing through their bones and blood. "fùqīn!" (father!) they cried out in elation, coming to a halt, panting. they trembled, not knowing why. they sensed something wrong, something different within the man that had raised them after their birth. ears laying back they gave a soft whine, feeling their hackles rise. he seemed ... void. empty of something, and he reeked of an eternal death different from when he killed. they quickly found themselves creeping towards vagabond and kliment, finding comfort in their presence.

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One would find comfort in many things, but this was different. Astéri could sense something was wrong, but in a scent that was too familiar and now was becoming too unfamiliar.

The semi-organic creature eventually made his way over clearly ignoring the frog hybird, this was different.

Coming over to stand beside his sibling of sorts, the canine brushed against Bai shi, eyes ever presented towards their sire, and the other.

"Welcome.." he spoke with some uncertainty and well placed worry.