Let me write a scene for your character (0/3)

[FafasMcMelt]

It's really fine if you don't do it, as jkb acutally beat me to the third character

BUT! If you actually want to write for my pork girl...

Her name is Brave Thunder, it's a single word in her language, and orks are usually named after elements in nature, combined with positive ajectives. I didn't feel that making up a pseudo-language for the names would enhance the story in any way, so I just use our own words.

Background and Personality:
She lives in a somewhat primitive tribe of pig people in the deep forest. She tends to think more of others than herself and is very protective of her fellow pigmen. As she has quite the forceful personality, she is very aggressive and antagonistic toward outsiders (the tribe and outsiders can't really communicate, cuz language barriers).
Because she is a sort of pigmen shaman, she used to spend most of her time interacting with the world of spirits, either in meditation or singing to thunderstorms, and that's what she actually enjoys doing. However, these days she's bust patrolling the edge of the forest for human invaders, which she attacks and either captures, or kills.
The thing about pigmen in general is that they're pretty meek by nature, and not usually prone to violence (they're not boarmen after all), so not many orks are fighters. She, however, is corageous enough to fight even humans, who are war-like by nature. In time, she got used to violence, but that did take a tool on her temper.

A gloomy scene would fit her best, as she grew quite the melancholic
(edited out my scene suggestion, because, well, if you're the one writing, you should be the one choosing, lol)

[AilyneGouveia]

I love the idea! It can be a huge source of inspiration for an illustration, I want to see if my character inspires you a scene. (If there are still slots open though ^^)

So, this is Alexina :

I just add her character sheet as well if you don't mind, there are a lot of infos about her on it

Well, what to say ? Alexina is rater cold and aloof with people others than her brother William due to her "profession" but she'll alway act politely with people. She would also not kill if it's not necessary or job related. Althought her profession concist in killing people, she's not a psychopath nor a sociopaht and totally aware of what she does.
For the scene, something moody with some crime noir vibes fits her perfectly ! And for the time period, well, the roaring 20s it is ! ^^

[aqua03]

Thanks! Can't wait to see it.

[jkb4753]

@jkb4753 that is quite a specific scene but I'll try. Expect it to be done by tomorrow.

Do not worry about rushing or conforming to the prompt. I'm just happy I got a slot! Can I feature this after you finish? I'd like to release it as bonus chapter and credit you as the author. I can link to your story if you want.

[CosmicLeon]

Can you do some kind of silly shinagan. Where Rokuzo (right) does something chaotic, and Ahiko (left) ends up vibe-ing with it.

if you feel like it.

[EncryptedWriting]

@FafasMcMelt ooh accepted, I'll try.

@AilyneGouveia YES I want to do yours so bad .w.

@cjspiethillustr I'm going to try yours, unsure how well it will go.

[EncryptedWriting]

Sudden heroics WC: 514

His breath came out in pants as his legs wobbled with fatigue. Looking up, Boreas struggled to maintain any bit of energy he had stored within him.

For his foe was tougher than any who had stood before him, Gellin Eno was his name. Yet, everyone referred to him as Doctor Gellin, a man so full of spite that he went purposely out of the way to hurt others. Today was a plan diabolical, to say the least, for the intent was to ruin crops for decades to come, to taint the ground so nothing would ever grow out of it again. If the plan were to succeed, then the village would be doomed for millenniums, and they would be forced into starvation.

Boreas wiped a bead of sweat off his wool and slowly floated back up, his cape swinging gently in the background.

“Why hurt those around you?” He said, his voice full of venom. Each syllable was spat with hatred as Doctor Gellin continued to fiddle with his machine, a small gun that had pellets of toxins stored within them. He only let out a laugh, diabolical as could be, and shook his head.

“It is only payback for what troubles they have cast upon me for years! They have ruined me! They have killed my family, don’t I deserve to be happy? My home is gone; they stole it from me! And I intend to take back what is rightfully mine!”

“It never was yours!” Boreas snapped as, with as much energy as he had, soared towards Doctor Gellin, pushing him to the ground, the gun flying out of his hands. Yet, things were not bright, nor joyous, the gun shot a bullet up into the air, a small dart attached to it. Boreas looked in horror as it seemed to be in slow motion that it slowly fell towards the ground.

Without a thought more, tears stung his eyes. Was this it for this village? They were small and tightknit, making enough to get them through each harvest season. They would have to flock to kingdoms where the systems were corrupted, and the king would enslave them to a life of work.

Only when the thought hit did the beams shoot from his eyes. They dazzled like gemstones, and the aura they had was burning hot, lava-like. A mere fly getting in the way got evaporated from the world, and so did the dart. For there was nothing left but dust when the laser hit the metal.

“What?” Doctor Gellin screamed. As Boreas tried to gather what just happened. For he was just a young hero that has super strength and flight, some considered him the hero of the fields, an anomaly. Yet, laser beams were something that no one had even thought was possible for an animal.

“I ---” Boreas started, but he stopped himself slowly letting things sink in. After a few seconds, though feeling like minutes, sunk in, he smirked while giving Doctor Gellin a ravaged look deep within those eyes.

“What will you do now, doc?”

[aqua03]

That was really great! Thanks for writing this. You certainly dig my big buff tuff fluff justice!

[EncryptedWriting]

The Bear's Curse

“Find Genevieve, now!” His voice boomed as every servant within the hundred-acre farm shivered with fear. They fled in every direction possible, fear roaming over their bodies as every single one tried to find Genevieve.

She was a pink bear, sparkly even. Yet, there was more to her than what meets the eye, oh so much more, and that was why finding her was so important. One step in the wrong direction and the small, fragile world of Klaus would be shattered into pieces for the rest of his life.

“Yelling at them won’t get them there any faster.” Jesse sounded and Klaus turned around suddenly, pulling at the knife tucked under his belt. His heart was beating out of his chest as a bead of sweat formed along his forehead. Genevieve, oh he begged for her forgiveness. Where could have she gone to? What if someone took her?

“Yelling at them will get a running start, give me a rum and coke, please, pronto even.”

“I will have that right out for you, sir.” Klaus nodded his head and took in a shallow breath, praying Genvive hadn’t followed out towards the countryside. From there, any poor soul that would meet cross paths with her would, well, meet their untimely doom.

Klaus walked inside his mansion and started to search around himself. Yet, there was no sign of the bear. He cursed God himself, where had she gone? Every single nook and cranny was void of the bear, and he soon found himself right where he started. Where was she?

Klaus paced around as he saw the servants scrambling about, each one mumbling to another about how they were never going to find this bear. He figured some might call it stupid, but Genevive was no ordinary bear, and that’s what made her dangerous, and more important to find.

He propped himself on the large, empty couch and sulked. His head was in his hands and they trembled ever so slight. Fear was etched on his deep brown irises, and his lip trembled with terror.

Before he knew it, Jesse had once again arrived with a rum and coke. This time, however, things seemed to be a tad bit off. How, well, it wasn’t difficult to see.

Klaus let out a ‘tsk’ as Jesse bowed his head and handed over the drink. Klaus took the drink and looked at it hesitantly before tossing it onto the ground. The glass shattered, and the sound echoed throughout the lone mansion.

“Genieve, what are you doing, my love?” Jesse looked upwards, and only then were Klaus’s suspicions corrected. For Jesse’s eyes were a dim pink, each one shimmering with what seemed to be sparkles. His face was once dull, but it now shimmered with a bit of false life hood.

“How did you figure out it was me?” Jesse responded, this time his voice no longer was masculine, rather it was light airy, that of a young woman's. Only then did a young maiden run through the mansion doors holding the bear.

One thing was different, however, the irises that were once bright pink were now a familiar, maple brown. The same color as Jesse’s.

Had fun writing this one. :))

[EncryptedWriting]

Awesome, glad you enjoyed!

[aqua03]

No problem! Thanks for doing this. It was fun.

[EncryptedWriting]

Stormy times WC: 505

“When the storms fall, the lighting slams,” Brave hummed as she walked along the outskirts of the territory. Despite her ginormous body, her steps were shallow and elegant, like that of a dancer. Her hair continually fell in her eyes, and she grew agitated quickly. She found herself brushing her hair out of her face and taking a moment and listening to nature.

“The grass sings around,” she whispers quietly as her eyes dart around, a cold chill running down her spine. Something was oh so wrong, and she couldn’t figure out why. “And the sunflowers dance.”

Only then did the first raindrops fall onto the ground; it was gentle at first, calming even. Yet, it soon slammed, like bullets from a gun. Brave could only run deep into the coverage of the trees and try to escape the pouring rain that pelted her skin. It didn’t hurt in the slightest, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying beyond words. She shook her hair free of the water and continued to listen to the nature that spoke to her.

Brave no longer sang as a small voice wrapped its words around the forest, choking Brave. Her body fell frozen in terror, and she could feel her lungs start to freeze with fear. The voice was crying; it wasn’t just scared, it was full of horror. It was a spirit in need, and Brave knew she had to run, urgently. Whether it was another pigmen or a simple fairy, it didn’t matter. Every soul mattered.

Wrapping her hair into a thick ponytail, Brave bolted towards the voice and followed any scent that was abnormal. It wasn’t much, but there was something small, it was rustic almost. Her heart was racing, and she was sure there was something wrong. The rain certainly didn’t help. She cursed out the gods and soon found the scent becoming stronger. It wasn’t pleasant.

The smell was rotten; it was like a body rotting away. Brave almost gagged, but she had to take a breath as the voice was only getting quieter, weaker.

“Hold on, little one,” she whispered as she came around a sharp edge and leaped forward, trying to gather as much ground as possible. The voice soon slowly faded away, and that is what caused the pit in Brave’s stomach to fall forward.

Soon she stopped, and the scene in front of her was gruesome. She let out a pain-filled squeal and stumbled onto the ground towards a body that laid there, slain.

Nesha Rive, a fellow pigman was there, dead. Three arrows shot through her chest and heart. Brave held Nesha’s frail body in her hands, and she felt tears form in her eyes. Nesha was a young warrior full of potential, not even twelve years of age. Brave pondered what in the world she was doing all the way out here near the border lands, but it didn’t matter.

A young soul was slain, and there was a murderer threatening the safety of her village.

[EncryptedWriting]

Going to take a break for a little while will finish around nine pm est

[FafasMcMelt]

Beautiful stuff, and very lore friendly, thank you very much!
I'll be saving this one in my hoard, thank you again!

[EncryptedWriting]

No problem! Didn't feel like writing gore because I figure the forums may not be happy. :PP

[CosmicLeon]

we will see. XD and thank you

[EncryptedWriting]

The file WC: 701

Alexina strolled through the city night; the crowds were bustling, people were smoking, drinking, and having a jolly ol’ time. Yet, Alexina did not partake in such activity; she had a job to do, and partying was not part of the work.

She glanced down towards the small pocket watch she carried. It was old, weathered with age. She knew it was time to get a new one, but the sentimental value of this one was too much to let it just . . . go.

She scoffed at the time “11:22”, only thirty-eight minutes from the start of the new year. Another year that her brother has been dead. Her blood boiled at the thought, and she had to take a second and calm down; the way her heart raced and blood boiled, it was almost too much.

Alexina took in a deep breath and shook her head, finally arriving at the spot. It was a small club, familiar even. She had been there once or twice to get files, and this night would be no different. With a heavy heart, she pushed the door open, and a few eyes went towards her, some with a neutral tone, others with lust, and some with distrust. She didn’t care; she had something to do.

She took a seat at the bar, and the bartender strolled around, giving her an approving smile.

“What can I getcha, little lady?” Alexina cringed at the name but put on a facade of a somewhat half-decent smile.

“Just rum and coke, thanks.” The bartender nodded and started to prepare a drink. Alexina anxiously waited for the person she expects; it was still a few minutes before 11:30, he was still technically on time. That was one thing she couldn’t stand when people were late. For the one time, she was late, disaster struck, so she never was late ever again.

The door swung open as the bartender delivered the drink to Alexina. She gave him a quiet thank you as a man entered, dressed heavily in a trench coat with and long-sleeved garments. It was chilly outside, Alexina couldn’t deny that. She took was dressed in long pants and a long-sleeved shirt.

The man sat down to Alexina and gave her a nod; she did the same. The bartender looked at him, asking him if he wanted anything, but the mysterious man just shook his head no. The bartender let it go and went to a different part of the bar to clean up some glasses.

“You got the file?” Alexina’s voice was rough from the cold; she was a bit taken aback by it but soon decided to move on from the matter.

“Got it right here. You sure you can do it?”

“Mr.Clemings I am the best in the business. You won’t find anyone more capable than me. Just know ---”
“You accept payment beforehand, yeah yeah. Do you want the information or not?”

Alexina took a deep swing of her coke and rum before nodding her head. The man put the file in Alexina’s lap and looked around at the civilians. All of them were talking about a sport or politics; they had nothing to worry about.

“All the information is in there. Report back to me when the job is done, you hear me?”

“Clear as day.”

“Good.” The man stood up and begged Alexina a good day; she nodded her head and looked at the file in her lap. Despite it being a few pieces of paper, it was important to her. For in those files were two things: her next victim and more information about her brother’s death.

She finished her drink and left money on the counter, more than enough for the bill.

She stepped outside file in hand and took in a deep breath of the cold New York air. Only when she released her breath did the fireworks start to go off. Alexina looked at her pocket watch and let out a hefty sigh. It had been a year since her brother’s death, and she was taking little steps into figuring out what really happened.

One murder at a time.

Yes I went over board; I fell in love with the scene.

[jkb4753]

AHHHHHH!!!!!

I loved the twist!!!
Damn! You did not have to go that hard. I gave you like, one character detail and you managed to flesh out an emotional story. I loved the goofy details, the rum and coke, threatening to kill anyone who found the bear, all of it.

[EncryptedWriting]

Hehe! It is no problem! I had fun writing it!

[jkb4753]

My favorite line is, "One step in the wrong direction and the small, fragile world of Klaus would be shattered into pieces for the rest of his life." I lol'd. I love that you ran with the goofy concept