"Heathens" - Anti-Hero chill RP.

[Tina]

(accidentally posted on the wrong thread. )


A body of a white Cate washes up on the beach not to far away.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

(Moka, can you please re-size your character sheet?)

[Farewell]

(Wasn't aware of a beach, **censor** I should've read... ugh)
Zaida having nothing better to do decided to go outside  and to the beach where everyone else seemed to be hanging out. Although she wasn't much of a social butterfly, it wouldn't hurt to try.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

((Well, the island is fairly small, so you pretty much walk out of the bar and the beach is right there.))

[Beka 'Becquerel' Lazarus]

Roku slowly stalks closer, though he keeps far away from the fire the nearby kitsune had lit and put back out for fear of his feathers lighting on fire by accident. He flicks his forked tongue out twice to taste the air, the scent of sea water thick in the air. He walks down to the beach, away from the others, though he was still listening closely.

[Tina]

As Roku walks down the beach he can see a male cat standing in his path. He had long white hair and fur that was matted down by sea water, a pair of beat up pants that had a strange book chained to them, and a scar running down his chest like he was impaled. His face was obscured by his hair as his twin tail swayed.
"...hello friend...is it...ok if i sit by the fir..." He started but didn't finish that sentence as he fell face flat on the beach, his body shaking from hypothermia.

[KAIJURoy]

Name: Thane "Watcher" Torres
Species: Bearded Vulture (Lamengeier)
Character Appearance: Taller than 6 feet. A red head of plumage with black wings, he looks pretty well built 'til you squeeze him and feel he's just a bag of hollow bones (feathers make you look tough, am I right?). The tips of his beak are metal plated, either for fashion or pecking someone's eyes out. He wears a ragged leather jacket with obscure patches--some look like they belong to gangs, until you take a closer look and realize it's a customer loyalty patch from a local ice cream parlor. (References: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bearded_vulture, https://goo.gl/photos/dqDJcP71yUSC6qqr7, https://goo.gl/photos/ah8i5bb4Ku8xJHwB8 Crappy art by yours truly~)
Personality: Observant. Whimsical. Awkward. Unnerving.


OPTIONAL STUFF -
Why you're an anti-hero?:  One could say Watcher is an opportunistic bird, other than the fact that he sometimes just... lets opportunities slide by. He's one of those for-hire kinds of folk (general anti-hero stock), a smuggler that'll import and export goods from one black dealer to the next. Sure, sometimes he's late, but there's no question that he's good--slicker than oil. But his tastes are, well, weird. He doesn't always pick a job for money, since there's been instances of him turning down big dollars while picking through gigs worth quarters. And whether or not he's looking for challenge, he's rather inconsistent between the hard jobs and just plain ol' taking candy from children. To Watcher, everything's part of a journey where the good and the bad sum up to neutrality. Sure, shoot a guy, empty his pockets and steal his credentials. Later, you'll see a kid in need without the change for a bus ticket. Course, it works the other way around--help a grannie across the street, push someone off a cliff later. It's all about balancing karma, and being an anti-hero is just a side effect of being on the path of Enlightenment to Watcher. Smuggling's a good way to keep the door open for opportunities into ascendance, whether to let them in or show them the way out.


Weapons: He's a smuggler--keeping an arsenal in wing's reach isn't difficult. But his favorites are sniper rifles, giving distance and reach in a single go. Other than that, he's got talons. Which, being a vulture, can cause quite nasty infections.
Magic: Resuscitation. Strangle him, drown him, beat his brains until he falls over in trauma, as long as his vital organs are enough intact Watcher will eventually jolt himself back to life again. He can also warp a few feet at a time, disappearing in a cloud of feathers but always appearing back nearby. Has a cool down of around an hour.
Other Abilities: He's incredibly quiet and talented at being unnoticed, slipping in and out like an oily shadow. Hence the name Watcher--the bird can be so hard to keep track of, the pressure of his eyes on others can feel omnipresent.

[KAIJURoy]

"...hello friend...is it...ok if i sit by the fir..." He started but didn't finish that sentence as he fell face flat on the beach, his body shaking from hypothermia.

"It looks like you're a little too late, stranger," a voice cackled. A vulture approached from the brush, shaking plant debris off his feathers and delicately removing lichen from the shoulders of his jacket. He must have watched the aberration crawl in from the sea towards the short lived fire. Though, judging by all the twigs and leaves in his feathers, the bird must have been crawling around the forest floor for whatever strange, crazy reason during the unraveling events. "Oh, to see opportunity, alight so quickly and freeze just before your grasp. Like a star, burning bright only to collapse on itself. Or grilled cheese, a perfect gold toasty surface burned within a matter of a minute."

The vulture smiled... ish. The edge of his lips could only move so far from the ridged fixed line of his beak. He crouched down to face Merlock.

"You look a little chilly there, soon-to-be-pal. You need a jacket or something? I know a great tailor. She's not here, but she's within a ten hour boat ride. Are you a leather sort of guy, or a corduroy, or... Are you still with me, buddy of mine?"

[Tina]

A smile stretched across Marlocks face, an insane smile.
"P-Preying on the w-weak? Such a creature like y-you...does not deserve to live." He says as his body evaporates into the nights darkness, reappearing near the woods. 
"I can barely stand...but come any closer to me...and i will send you to my master." A black book appears in Marlock's hands with a pulsating blood shot eye on both the front of it. The eye was looking right at the vulture, and it seemed to see into his very soul.

[KAIJURoy]

"Friend, friend, please. No need for such harsh accusations!" The vulture raised from where he crouched and turned to face Marlock's new spot. He waived his hands in a clear hand motion of no, or negative. "You have my mistaken, pal oh pal. I'm a scavenger. A rummager, grubbager, and connoisseur of dead things, things that have already died. As skinny and washed up as you are, friend, you're still breathing and lickin'. And as cute and handsome for sea refuse as you are, you're just not my taste. Not to offend you, of course, I know rejection can be hard, we've all been fish in the sea."


The bird cackled again. He had a weird way of turning his head to the side and peering a single eye at Marlock when he laughed, exaggerated to a cartoonish degree. Course, though the bone vulture looked like a bundle of bad jokes on the outside, the bird felt his heart skip a beat. As skilled of a bluffer as he was, the book Marlock held had a creeping stare to it's... eye. Well, eyes certainly weren't normal for books, the vulture could deduce that. Still, for someone who spent most of their time watching others, the aspect of being watched back was unsettling. Especially by a book. Ooo, a book watching you could, in no way, be good.


"Look, I think, personally, educated opinion of mine, take or leave it, just something for our consideration, that the both of us, perhaps, maybe got off on the wrong foot." The bird's red rimmed eyes twitched between Marlock and the artifact the other held. He kept his voice forcefully chipper. "I think our main issue in starting this social interaction is we never introduced ourselves. That's meeting strangers 101. And I'll take the blame on that one. Whole heartedly. Rookie mistake. Let's start over, blank sheet, forget it all, aye? Deep breath in. Through the nostrils, out the mouth. Hello there, nice to meet you, my name is Thane, my friends call me Watcher because my favorite hobby is to sit and stare at people, I like to smuggle baked goods and jellyfish for a living, and my favorite color is tinfoil. How about you, kind, friendly, non-violent friend?"

[Tina]

Marlock seeing that he had overreacted let's the book disappear.
"My apologies...the way you talked was rather..." He falls to his knees as his legs could support him no longer.
"...morbid. My name is Marlock...and if you could help me...i would gladly start fresh with you."

Marlocks body was frigid cold from the ocean water and the fact that it was night time, the fact that he wasn't dead already was a mystery. However it looked like he was nearing the edge of his limits.
"Someplace warm would be nice."

[KAIJURoy]

Watcher nodded, approaching Marlock and unzipping his coat. "Here, friend," he said, offering it. The jacket was made of well worn leather and smelled like dirt, motor oil, and something quite off. But it was still a jacket, insulated on the inside with red fabric.


"I'm sure we can find something to light on fire to warm up chilly bones. In fact, this island is quite full of flammable objects."

[Sub-Zero Knight]

"Yeah, like me." Raven, having heard the last bit of their conversation, walked up and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Need a fire? If you do, I'm your fox." She gave a grin, all nine tails spread out like a big, fluffy fan.

[Tina]

Marlock takes the jacket and looks up at Raven.
"Thank you...not sure how much...longer i could have lasted without you two helping. Tell me other friend, what is your name?" Marlock asks looking at Raven.


Marlock could also feel the eyes of Zaida watching, and wasn't to sure about her yet.

[KAIJURoy]

"Yes!" Watcher exclaimed to Raven, clapping. "That's just what we need, bringing together new acquaintances with such an engulfing warmth! We can sing and dance together, join in kumbaya. Let's make it a great bonfire! The bigger, the more people can join in!"