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  • A KILLER MOTIVE // Help me get started?

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]I have his character all planned out, but I would like to get some plots for him!


    This guy is known simply as "The Trapper" or "Trapper" to people who don't know him personally, to allies he is known as Gray, and to those who get to know him to the point where he doesn't think about sacrificing them, Grayson. He is based off of a killer from Dead by Daylight (currently in beta), and so he always has this cleaver on his back and some bear traps somewhere nearby. I plan on getting him a metal pelt item soon so he can replace his bottom jaw (it will be removed/broken in torture) with a metal one. I also plan on getting him some powers to help make his character a bit more like the one in the game, minus the "no reasoning" part since he might consider it. Possibly.


    I'm looking for a group and friends mainly right now, to help get me into the mood of playing him.


    You can find a list of things he is open and closed to in the apoiler below this; thank you in the meantime for checking this thread out!


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  • A KILLER MOTIVE // Help me get started?

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]This seems interesting, and I have to admit, they would seem like great partners in crime. He normally goes for physical torture, and later on I plan on getting him a larger body to help him complete this.


    The Black Spiral Dancers sound like a good group for him to get into as well, but I'll have to see if he can make room with his own motives.


    I'd love to have a thread between them though. I can make it later after school today if you're alright with waiting a while. I get out around 3pm Eastern Standard Time.


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  • INVINCIBLE - plot with me!

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]Very tempted but I have no clue how he could interact with anyone yet, so...
    track. (:
    They all seem like amazing characters and I want to find a way around his personality so he can hang out with one and not try to kill then. xD


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  • there ain't no rest for the wicked && p

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]This poor german shepherd had been too kind stepping in his bear trap, but rather unfortunately for them, he didn't plan on letting them go so soon. Lurking in the bushes was the red tabby, trying to sense where his victim was just before stepping in some of the warm blood against the ground. With a huff, the trapper would continue on.


    The entity was mad at him for not gaining a whole lot of sacrifices lately, and although it didn't control him, he preferred to keep it happy. This life was the only one he knew, after all.


    The german shepherd, meanwhile, would limp quickly through the bushes and various trees, only glancing down at their feet every few moments to make sure there were no other bear traps. They were completely oblivious to everything else at that point, as the cleaver-wielding male didn't care if he made himself known.


    //sorry it's really late, I actually fell asleep on accident.


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  • A KILLER MOTIVE // Help me get started?

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]Thank you for the tracks by the way<3


    And here you go:
    https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2377912


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  • EVERY TOUCH THAT YOU SELL — plot w odessa

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]Same though. This is my only character so far and I wanted to get him out there as well. Although I can totally see him going for a friendship with sexual tension because he's just like that, Odessa could be the second person he actually ends up having a real friendship with, but the first person he'd befriend that's not entirely as messed up in the head as him or Obscuro (from what I know :P).


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  • A KILLER MOTIVE // Help me get started?

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]I'm very tempted to make him "accidentally" capture a StormClan member with the original idea he was going to kill them and get invited to join the Blackheart Rogues that way. I'll probably have him get a dual-alliance with the two groups then, maybe waving muse between the two until I decide what a good main home would be for him. (:


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  • there ain't no rest for the wicked && p

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]//Yeah, also sorry for the low muse at the beginning, I was trying to set up a simple scenario to get us started. ^^'


    The trapper just continued on through the bushes, uncaring what heard him and what tried to get in his way; a glimpse of the bloodied cleaver between his jaws was enough to make just about any predator hesitate. He didn't have any beef with any prey that scattered at his feet or the other creatures who glanced at him, however.


    The sudden sound of a body crashing through the undergrowth to his right grabbed his attention, making the Turkish angora lift his muzzle and take in the recent smell, finding it to be his target. Huh. Normally they ran in a straight line. Maybe this one actually gained some common sense..? Another taste of the air made him withdraw that statement and twitch his tail in slight irritation. Turned out someone else was going in for his sacrifice, but he just had to get there first is all.


    Picking up his speed, the trapper ignored any sort of cover he blew as he focused his gaze on the fleeing form of the german shepherd once more, who yelped in dismay as they looked back to see their original attacker still pursuing them. To say the least, this probably wasn't their day.


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  • there ain't no rest for the wicked && p

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]//lol, it's such a good game though. I managed to get into Beta for it and I'm saving money to preorder it since it's such a fun game. I can't wait until the Wraith and Hillbilly are unlocked.
    //A link would be amazing, and that sounds pretty cool, how they're in another clan under them.


    The male slowed, noting how the wounded canine just cornered themselves with two nearly-touching trees and some thorn bushes, looking over to Obscuro with his right ear angled toward the dog and his left one toward the wolf. He noted the odd coloration of her hues and her unusual lilt, instantly becoming curious, but at the same time wary. He wasn't invincible, after all. The tom leaned back on his haunches, releasing his weapon from his jaws and setting the sharp end against the ground, his paws set one on top of the other on the handle as his pale green hues examined the female in both a cautious and a intrigued fashion.


    "If it's food you're after, I don't need all of him. I just need him alive for the most part." The feline would reply in a simple tone, his voice a faint baritone with a slight rasp to it. "Or if you want to 'play' with him a little, I don't mind either. He's a bit too far from my hooks for an immediate sacrifice, so actually, taking care of him now might be a bit of a better idea."


    And there he went rambling again; sputtering nonsense that this stranger probably wouldn't even understand. Then again, he almost always talked like this, so he highly doubted anyone knew what he was talking about anyways. "Gotta admit though, I respect you didn't turn tail as soon as you seen my little friend here." Was he talking about his cleaver or the german shepherd? Well, that was hard to guess, as he made no further gesture toward either one, instead looking to the victim who was starting to edge to the side a bit in hopes of finding an escape.


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  • there ain't no rest for the wicked && p

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]//That's fine, and I'll have to look when I get home. I ended up falling asleep around 10.


    "You could call it a friend. It never speaks, but it made itself known multiple times to me, and I continue to feed it." There was no need for running away; the mist usually directed you back toward the same area again and again. The entity would punish those who left by basically turning back time and killing people all over again. It was a cruel, yet pleasing, process; especially for one who was chosen to help it grow.


    The trapper followed her gaze to the german shepherd, seeing it double over suddenly. It was too soon for it to bleed out, so he only assumed the wolf had something to do with it. It wasn't like he had the sight to see it, but he was practicing so he could learn to read auras, and whatever pathetic one was attached to the smaller canine now resided in Obscuro.


    "Nice to meet you. Although it's not much, I'm called Trapper." With his real name concealed, of course, this just gave him an excuse to have a title without giving away some sort of identity that could be recognized.


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  • we got bills to pay ) open, joining ( we got mouths to feed

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]Originally he never cared for the clans or their way of life. He found peace in his own home, sacrificing any poor soul that wandered in and dared to walk within the entity's territory. His thoughts changed over the months though as less people began to enter the mist-filled estate in the forest, and so he had to leave to find some other unfortunate souls to sacrifice so he could appease the entity he entitled his life to.


    This didn't quite make him want to join a group, but assuming that one had enemies, he could find new victims easily. The only downside would be being unable to kill any of the ones alongside him, but he believed he could manage in that case. After all, his friend suggested a different group in case this one didn't work out.


    The ginger tabby feline approached the invisible border, standing a bit close to where the scents of various animals were strongest, his pale hues scanning the area about him as he scanned the area. A cleaver was strapped to his back. He could summon his bear traps with conjuration, as well as his hooks needed for sacrifices.


    He didn't know how these things worked, so instead of speaking, the large scarred Turkish angora sat down and remained alert, his whiskers twitching slightly as he reached out with his available senses to see if he could look out for anyone approaching.


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  • there ain't no rest for the wicked && p

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]Amusement formed on his features at her offer, his tail sweeping behind him as he leaned back on his haunches more, lifting the weapon a bit as if showing it off a bit more. "Well, I have nothing better to do, so I guess I'll take you up on that." Besides, killing with someone else might be a bit of a nice change, even though he knew he would still hunt alone after this.


    The spirit didn't seem to mind this either, not making any sort of sign that it didn't approve of this. Then again, it was probably just hungry, waiting for its next sacrifice.


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  • back off, i'll take you on ) joining bsd ( headstrong to take on anyone

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]This place was much larger than the estate he was used to, but he believed he could deal with it. This would be the second place he requested to live in, so he had a good idea of what to say before he even saw anyone. "The Trapper, joining The Black Spiral Dancers." Eh, that felt plain. "And I'm here to say hi to Obscuro."


    He'd met the she-wolf not too long ago, and he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy the company of the vicious female. The ginger tabby sat down, the end of his cleaver slightly digging into his tail, but he didn't seem to mind- or notice, for that matter. He continued to look on, expression blank despite the glint of alertness in his pale hues.


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  • there ain't no rest for the wicked && p

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]"I'm not picky." Came his simple response. Oftentimes he had to eat his own species when there was nothing else around, so he didn't even mind that. Anything he accidentally killed went into his stomach, and those still half alive he set on the hooks. It was a simple process he did constantly, and he honestly didn't mind such things.


    "Maybe a rabbit or something though, if we can find any here. If not, I'll settle for some poor loner. Whatever we come across basically." The trapper replied, attaching the blade to his back again as he stood up, frosted orbs already scanning the surrounding area for movement. Truth be told, his ability to smell was a bit lacking, but his vision was great, with his hearing abilities to be the best.


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  • we got bills to pay ) open, joining ( we got mouths to feed

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]His torn ears twitched as the female approached, his chin inclining slightly in a manner that was polite, yet somewhat hesitant. It's been a while since he held a decent conversation outside of hunting something down, so he had to try his best with this. "I was hoping to join The Blackheart Rogues." A brief moment of silence filled the air as he tried to think of stuff he could say, his slight confusion showing on his face as he soon added, "Er, I'm known as The Trapper, simply. I don't know if that's important. First time doing one of these things." Well, now he just seemed plain awkward. Great. He was perfectly fine with sacrificing people and placing them on hooks, but he wasn't good at communicating.


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  • there ain't no rest for the wicked && p

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]He wouldn't tail directly behind her, instead keeping himself a bit toward the left of her, yet following not too far from her, the faint pounding of his heart filling his body with some much-needed adrenaline. The hunt was always the best part, especially when they ran. A fight was usually one-sided for any sort of creature around his size. A mischievous glint filled his hues as he made eye contact with Obscuro as a silent signal he was following, feeling his claws briefly unsheathe with eagerness.


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  • we got bills to pay ) open, joining ( we got mouths to feed

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]Well, he assumed it was like a nickname, now that she mentioned it. By the time she leaned forward, he found himself relaxing a bit and forming a smile on his maw, almost feeling a bit appreciative of the movement. "Nice to meet you, and thanks."


    "Make yourself at home," huh? That wasn't exactly the smartest thing to say to him, but then again, hardly anyone got out of his old place alive to warn others. "Will do, thank you for the, uh, comforting words." Were they even comforting? No, not really. Now he was just making a fool out of himself, but oh well.


    The ginger tabby stood up, his tail twitching a bit in curiosity as his gaze swept the area around them. "If it's not too much of a bother, could you show me where the territory ends and where I could stay?" He preferred a room by himself, but he guessed he could deal with other people if the situation called for it.


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  • we got bills to pay ) open, joining ( we got mouths to feed

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]He turned his attention to Abriana, only two heartbeats before the dragoness would appear. I mean, it wasn't necessarily hard to notice a larger creature such as her. "Thanks, and nice to meet you." A castle, huh? Sounded like he got quite the upgrade. "Someplace on the ground floor is fine." He didn't like being high up usually, even though cats supposedly always landed on their feet.


    Attention swaying to Goth once more, the tom would let off a huff of amusement. "I used to get daily exercise, though then again, my last home was a shack in the woods. Not a whole lot to do in it, so I chased around some of the locals."


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  • back off, i'll take you on ) joining bsd ( headstrong to take on anyone

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]The scarred tom cat looked down to the snake, actually a bit curious before he swept this off of his expression, nodding slightly. "We hunted a little bit." Not like that was an important piece of information, but whatever. He had bad social skills outside of catching things.


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  • there ain't no rest for the wicked && p

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    [font=times new roman][color=silver]He half-expected the rabbits to be out of the den already, in all honesty, but he supposed he would have to work around this obstacle considering Obscuro gave him a small gesture that told him to move in. With a twitch of his ears, the large tom would move ahead and conjure a flare, wrapping his free paw around the top before cracking it open and sliding it down without a second thought, glancing both at the opening and around them to see where else the smoke ended up, as he assumed these creatures had more than one exit.


    Trapper would glance back towards Obscuro, as if silently questioning if his actions pleased her while at the same time maintaining an expression of calmness, only to look back down at the hole and tip his ears forward, his paw pads flat against the ground as he felt for any nearby vibrations that could signal they would exit this way. If all else failed, the strong odor of the flare could assist him in finding the other exits; it was like how survivors would throw obstacles in his way and jump through windows to where he had to wait for them to scatter and mess up.


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