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Fantasy AU RP

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It was a beautiful day today, not like Drensi could really tell because he was inside at the moment. He was inside a castle, a throne room to be exact, the hood of his cloak very low over his face to hide what he actually was. The rest of his body was fine, but showing his face would get him into a lot of trouble. Shadows weren’t positively viewed here, even if that Shadow was free, which Drensi was, and only a select few people knew what he was. The best part was, Shadows weren’t allowed to be bodyguards, but the woman who gave him that title didn’t care about rules.

He was standing right next to the throne of a princess who was talking to her subjects, smiling, waving, answering any questions her people might have had and Drensi smiled softly as he watched. Princess Jenna, was her name, and Drensi couldn’t help but stare at her as she spoke with a few giggling children, and he smiled when she smiled. The Princess had long beautiful blonde hair all tied into a loose ponytail, a common hairstyle for a princess, and her eyes were a beautiful brown, more auburn than any other color, her skin fare and her dress was long and had the colors of a sunset.

He stayed there staring, until one of the children the princess was talking to wandered over to Drensi, and his eyes moved down to the little girl. A lot of people thought Sir Drensi was very serious about his job, that not even a child would soften him up, but everybody was completely wrong. Sir Drensi loved kids, and he squatted to one knee as he got eye level to the little girl. The look on her face told him everything, that she knew what he was, but instead of telling everyone what he was, the little girl smiled and gently touched his face, and Drensi smiled back at the little girl, while the Princess giggled behind him. She thought it was cute. The little girl’s father however, was wincing as he watched, he didn’t know how Sir Drensi reacted to children, and almost immediately, the little girl’s father came over and gently pulled her away, as Drensi stood softly, keeping his head pointed downward.

The man shook softly as he gave an embarrassed smile and said, “I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t know she was bothering you and your work.”

Drensi chuckled softly, and that really surprised the man, he didn’t speak though, he just waved at the little girl, and she waved back, he’d made a new friend, and the father and little girl, and the other children left.

At the next person in line to speak to the Princess, Drensi put on his serious voice, making his voice bounce off the walls of the castle, “Who’s next to speak with the Princess? Come up here and speak clearly!”

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King of Parasites

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A blonde haired man with blood red eyes, pale skin, and a small beard forming around his chin was sitting in a crouch on a tree branch. He was wearing all black, and his long leather jacket hung off one side of the branch like a tail. He was watching the ground below, in the middle of a forest, practicing his parasitic powers for whenever he’d meet the same of his kind again. The Slayer is what he heard this second parasite called, but Red knew him by another name. And he couldn’t help that sadistic smile he had plastered on his face.

His red eyes moved softly, scanning the area for any type of prey to practice his powers on. This parasite however, was completely different from the Slayer, mainly because he had to feed. His chosen host, was a vampire, fangs and all, except for the weaknesses, and this parasite had completely devoured this host and claimed the body as his own. This wasn’t some empty dead shell though, this was his body, and forever would it stay his. With the original host now dead, he could use the body to his will, without any problems.

His red eyes picked up on something, a plump squirrel on the ground shoving acorns and seeds into it’s mouth, not paying attention one bit, and Red’s lips curled into a twisted smile. Softly and quietly, he began climbing down the tree with his now formed red and tar-like covered claws, being as quiet and deadly as a predator should. His red tendrils formed out of his back, then the secondary tendrils that looked more like mantis arms with a long hook at the end followed, and they got ready to strike.

In a fast swift movement, the arms snatched the tiny squirrel and then a loud terrified squeal came from the tiny creature. He plopped the little animal into his hands, letting it wriggle and writhe and scream in his grip, then he chuckled and bit into the tiny creature hard. One last scream then all was silent and then he began sucking at the tiny animal’s body to get it’s blood. It was so delicious, and he closed his eyes to savor the sweet taste. He didn’t notice anyone around. He thought he was completely alone.

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Drensi had almost jumped out of his skin when he heard that voice behind him. His entire body almost immediately turned around with his hand on his bladed staff rod, ready to use it if whoever it was that spoke wanted to start a fight.

His glowing green eyes snapped to the thing in front of him. Was that a....man? No, this wasn’t human, it looked a centaur, only with a snake’s tail instead of a horse. Wait, wasn’t there a name for this? A technical name? It was Naga right? He’d heard people call them this before, but he wasn’t sure if it was actually the right word.

He had been staring at this thing for so long, he hadn’t registered that he said something until just now and Drensi blinked out of his thoughts softly until finally answering the naga back with a little blush on his face, that of course could not be seen by his dark skin, and dropped his arm from his bladed staff rod hanging off of his belt as he finally spoke, “Oh um, thank you,” he said softly.

In all honesty, he didn’t think it was that great. All his cloak really did was cover his upper body up because he couldn’t really wear a normal shirt or it would rip apart no matter how he moved thanks to the spikes and armored plate-like torso on his upper body.

He spoke again, this time it was his turn to complement, “I like your tail,” he paused for a second then continued, “Do you come around here normally?”

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send me a ✏️ and my muse will draw a picture of your muse

(Whoopsy...I accidentally made him look hot...eh oh well...And instead of Drensi drawing pictures of them, I am, cause Drensi is a waaay better artist than I am and I need to practice, I’m also not too familiar with Drensi’s art style yet...o3o d It’s a Corbin...)

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(o3o d Please request more Emotions guys! These are fun!)

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Send an ∞ if you like how I play my character & enjoy reading responses!

(Aww!! X3 Thank you friend!! I love your characters too!!)

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✿ for Red?

Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's...

✿ - laugh

(Well. Red’s laugh begins with a high pitched weeze and ends deep. He pretty much hee hee’s instead of the normal ha ha cause it’s creepy and he likes freaking people out.)

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30 for Drensi? 32 for Red?

For Drensi: 30. What topics does your oc know the most about? Are these obvious or would these be surprising to others?

(Welp, For starters, Drensi knows a lot about computers and electronics in general. Even if he was given something that was not human made, for example an alien ship or an alien gun, he’d be able to see how it worked and use it in about 3 minutes. This is something Drensi doesn’t tell anybody because if they knew that, they’d know he was one of the greatest hackers in the world...o3o So this would be very surprising to other people.)

For Red: 32. What five ingredients would you throw into a cauldron to make a potion based on your oc? How would you cook/mix them? What would the potion do?

(Uh...Let’s see...Blood (buckets of it), bird talon, maybe a nice looking long jacket, a dead animal of some kind, and some kind of sexual toy...Those would be used to bring him to you, and it would be cooked in a witch’s caldron.)