the hunted is closed

We are sorry to announce the closing of The Hunted. As it stands there is too much going on in the Admins lives for us to give this group the proper attention it deserves. We had a good run of over a year and a half, and so we would love to thank every each one of you who were part of our rp family. Continue to be the wonderful writers we all know you all are! We’ll miss you and wish you all the best. -The Admins

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The Hunted RP Officially Closed

Unfortunately, we are sorry to announce the closing of The Hunted. As it stands there is too much going on in the Admins lives for us to give this group the proper attention it deserves. We had a good run of over a year and a half, and so we would love to thank every each one of you who were part of our rp family. Continue to be the wonderful writers we all know you all are! We'll miss you and wish you all the best.

- The Admins.

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Fiahaala Aingeal-Scrios Accepted!

Welcome to NOLA, Frenchie! You have 24 hours to make your account and message us from them so we can link you to the OOC. We’re happy to have you, hon!

OOC Name: Frenchie Timezone: Central Activity Level: I am rather active and can be on at least once or twice a day replying to starters, paras, etc. I do attend university and so, of course, that is my biggest priority but I find that it rarely conflicts with my roleplaying and being as active as possible. If it, or anything else comes up, I will request a hiatus or semi-hiatus! Overall, in terms of numbers, I would give myself about a 7 to 8. Character Name: Fiahaala Aingeal-Scrios

Relationships/Suggested Ship (Please list two connections for your OC based on our characters here, and if there is a FC you’d like to see as your ship, we can add them to the to-do list) Macy Young; friends, Ezra Cohen; close friends. 

Personality: 

Fiahaala is astonishingly intelligent; a being of God’s, she has the ability to speak any language across the world. She has an especially heavy, loving, and emotion-filled heart. Miraculously protective, loyal, balanced, compassionate, brave, intuitive, selfless, down-to-earth, lively, passionate, witty and sociable are clear adjectives that greatly describe her. Though sarcastic, impatient, secretive, manipulative, headstrong, confrontational, stubborn, impulsive, indiscipline, inconsistent, restless, and moody are some of the more worse adjective’s of the young brunette. Quite the hybrid, she’ll make an impression on anyone that she meets. Though her darker side rules out all adjective in total as a strong evil maleficent take holds. Having a fear and an impeccable intuitive quality, she’s quite shaken on what she might— and truly— is, for she doesn’t believe that everyone amongst her is completely honest, making her untrusting of other’s.

Biography: 

Created in the upmost immaculate conception, Fiahaala’s nature was not only her beacon of life but also the bane of her existence. With the intent to bring on the second apocalypse, God created the perfect warrior, naming her Fiahaala Aingeal-Scrios; which translated into English from died-down Gaelic means fallen angel sounded by darkness, angel of destruction. He kept her a prized secret, even from herself, though her truest form began to show as she would often times become controlled by a presence so dark from within. Jesus then destroyed her, creating the angel of destruction once more, though this time He ensured that any mistakes in which He made were corrected. Conceived with idiosyncratic mystique features and a gentle but heavy emotion-filled heart, Fia was put along an endless list of gaurdian angels. 

After sheltering the one’s she watched for a quite the elongated time, evil’s maleficent, Lucifer, devised a plan up from when her previous self began to show sign’s of the angel of the apocalypse. He seduced her into sin, unwillingly for she was in a trance, and pulled out her core destructivity and let it control her; he then influenced her and sent her on the mission of killing Jesus’ secondhand angel. Fia tore the being of light from limb to limb, her teeth tearing through the flesh and bone and bathing within the creature’s crimson blood. The brunette ate and ate and fed on the God’s right hand angel until an uproar sent shivers through the heavens and Jesus forced the angel of destruction to stop, whom now fell far from the grace of God.

Sending her to one of the preponderance elderly gaurdian angels of them all, this man explained to Fiahaala what God explained to him— which was only partly the full truth— that Lucifer influenced the fallen angel to do harm. However, this didn’t change the fact that she were now sent down to earth, and more specifically, New Orleans. 

Feelings about the Hunters: 

Fia isn’t too fond of the Hunters, for she doesn’t see the purpose in starting a war between the species. Though her feelings about this never truly show for she is like that of a cat and is only concerned with herself, her charges and the ones she has grown a fondness for. However, don’t let this confuse you with being selfish as she is far from.  

Feelings about the other Races:  

Fia is indifferent upon other races. Most times she can sympathize with nearly all of them besides that of demons. She is also heavy on respecting the beliefs of others and therefore will not judge them. 

Password: Bayou

Para Sample (2 paragraph minimum, IC required):

The crimson colored, syrupy texture ran dripped down onto the immaculate white floors. The freckles of droplets hit the floor in what seemed like slow motion. Then her hands, covered in lividity, came into view. The brunette’s palms were shaky and though you couldn’t see her face, you could hear her breath. Her breath which was rapid and broken. The next thing that came into view, after being blurred, were her feet. Covered in the same blood. And as it slowly ran up her body, her face finally was shown. The horrified look, the blood that spread across her face, down her neck, onto her naked form. She stood there. Fiahaala. Fallen Angel.

"Fia." A voice boomed into her ear drums as her dream engrossed her every being. "Fia." The man’s voice once more rang, paying specific attention to the I in her name, which sounded more of an E. The brunette shot up, her radiant hair flying into her face and scattering upon her features. But nothing stood there. Absolutely nothing materialized from within the shadow of her room. The brunette were alone but that didn’t answer the question on whom had spoken her name so loudly. 

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Accepting in a few!

Sorry for the slight delay, y'all. My mama had surgery today and I've been taking care of her, kind of lost track of time. 

-Admin Sarah

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Good Morning!

Hey y'all, just wanted to give ya a quick reminder that we'll be accepting applications tonight. There's plenty of time to get one in for one of our amazing characters. Seriously, we would love to have any one of our babies taken.

Don't be shy, hit us up with your questions if ya got em. I should be around most of the day and I promise I won't bite.

And now I return to my regularly scheduled morning.

-Admin Sarah

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Application Count Updated!

We'll be accepting Wednesday evening unless we get four more applications before then! Which could totally happen, come check us out!

-Admin Sarah

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Hey loves, would you mind reserving Phoebe Tonkin for me? c:

For an OC, I take it? Sure thing hon! We can totally do that : 3

-Admin Sarah

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Happy Halloween Everyone! It's that spooky, funfilled time of year again and you know we serve it up big here in the Big Easy. Ghosts and goblins will be roaming the streets as always but in addition to the amazing costumes, trick-or-treating, and outrageous parties we have a special treat for our citizens this year. New Orleans is playing host to one of the biggest, scariest, advanced Haunted House in these 50 states. How advanced you ask? All the monsters and ghouls are completely real. Thanks to a little witchy business the characters in this house will have you seriously scared for your life. Can you make it out alive? 

So just a slightly different event than usual. We did a party last year so we didn't just want to repeat ourselves. A few notes on this. The event starts tomorrow, daytime, and goes to Monday night. We know everyone will be busy do we just want to give plenty of time to have some spooky fun. We will also hold a costume contest if we get enough submissions, so send in a costume for your character! We'll post and start voting Saturday night if we do get submissions. So there you have it! Have fun and stay tuned for possible updates.

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Follow Brooklyn!!

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Brooklyn Accepted!!

Welcome to NOLA, Della! You have 24 hours to make your account and message us from them so we can link you to the OOC. We’re happy to have you, hon!

OOC Name: Della

Timezone: AZ (GMT -7 no daylight savings)

Activity Level: 5?

Character name: Brooklyn

Race description: Gargoyles are an ancient species, and by nature turn to stone by daylight. Various forms of gargoyle reside across the world, each with differing characteristics.

Occupation: Mechanic

FC: Aidan Turner

As for character connections, I’m not quite sure, and I think you guys would be best suited to assign people like that :) Or perhaps suggest?? His sexuality is pansexual so…

Personality: Brooklyn has always been inquisitive about people and the way they live. When he woke in this time, he immediately latched on to the popular culture of the city. He’s a bit socially awkward, since he does get easily excitable, but once acclimated to a situation, can be one of the most comfortable people. He has an obsession with motorcycles, and loves to collect sunglasses. He’s a very loyal friend, but is wary to make friendships, since he has been betrayed by someone he once trusted in the past. Once he knows you are true, however, he will protect you against all else.

Bio:

Hatched at Castle Wyvern in Scotland, the year 953 AD, Brooklyn lived in relative peace with his clan and the townspeople they were sworn to protect. In his 36th year, still an adolescent by gargoyle standards, his castle was attacked while he and his clansmen slept in stone for the day, and only six of them survived. A series of events followed, leading to the castle’s bigoted mage to curse the remaining gargoyles to sleep until the castle was “raised above the clouds.”

A thousand years later, his clan awoke in New York City, the castle having been moved there by a billionaire, atop the tallest skyscraper, and yes, above the clouds. There they had many adventures, adjusting to the modern age, making friends, enemies, and even met other clans around the world. But Brooklyn was never at peace, not fully, because as time went on, his brothers found mates, and he was left without someone to call his love.

He decided that it was time for him to spread his wings on his own, and left his clan to find himself. During his quest, he got on the wrong side of a particularly mischievous fae, who took it upon herself to try fixing Brooklyn’s woes of love with a little trick. As a result, instead of becoming stone during the day as he always had, he now transfigured into a human. It wasn’t ideal, and it was quite painful as well, but there was no way of reversing the curse. But there was a plus side, he supposed; as a human, people might not look at him as a freak, at least while the sun was up.

He continued to travel, trying to discover who he was, especially with this new human side of his life to figure out. Somehow he ended up in New Orleans, the Big Easy itself. He’s gotten himself a job as a mechanic, as with his love of motorcycles it seemed perfect for him, and so far it seems like he’s kept his secret nice and closely guarded. But now he feels like he’s lying to himself, trying to keep the person he’s been his whole life now trapped in the closet. Humanity is another headache, considering the different emotions and hormones that the human body has to deal with, along with his young age, presents another task for him to face.

Feeling for hunters: They don’t hurt him or other creatures, he won’t hurt them. He’s a protector above all else, and even if they are hunting him, he abhors taking a life.

feeling for other races: He feels a kinship toward others who are not human, and will stand by them unless he is given a reason not to.

Password (hint: reread the rules): Bayou

Para Sample (2 paragraphs at least, in character and third person):

Oh crap, oh crap oh crap.

The sun would be up any minute, and Brooklyn was scurrying through the skies to get somewhere safe. He had a few safe houses, places it was okay to land, with clothes tucked away for him to put on once he was human for the daylight hours. Unfortunately, those were only helpful if he was actually near them. Flying low above the rooftops of New Orleans, Brooklyn knew that at any moment the sun would peak over the horizon and he would drop like a stone, turning human against his will. He should really have paid attention to the time, but that band he’d been listening to in that park had been really good, and he hadn’t wanted to leave, he’d lost track…

It struck him as a shooting pain through his spine and he fell 15 feet onto the hard rooftop of the building he had been gliding over. Luckily his leather like gargoyle skin prevented his knees and hands being skinned from the rough contact. He groaned in pain as his wings folded in upon themselves, disappearing into the skin that steadily became softer and smoother, and his beak shrank, forming itself into a human nose and mouth. In less than a minute, where there once had been a gargoyle, there now lay a panting, nearly naked man in a loincloth.

“…..ow.”

After a moment to collect himself, Brooklyn picked himself up and surveyed the area. He spotted the roof access door, and made his way over to it. He didn’t have any other options, as the fire escape he’d spied did not come all the way to the roof. Unfortunately, he tried it and found it locked. He sighed, bumping his head against the door and shaking it. After another moment, he stood back, took a deep breath, and then started to bang on the cold, metal door. “Hey! Hey! Somebody let me in!”

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Accepting in less than an hour!

There's still time to get an application in. We'll be accepting through the night if we get anymore so don't feel rushed, lovlies.

-Admin Sarah

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App Count Updated!

We got a new app! We'll be accepting Saturday at 9PM EST, so you have time to send in your app! We have a few new characters recently added, so check them out if you haven't. And of course, if you have questions, feel free to send them in. I'll be glad to help!

-Admin Les

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I have a question about what races or creature you are involving. I've always wanted to play an AU version of a gargoyle, such as on the old Disney cartoon Gargoyles, but instead of turning to stone by day, they turn human. Would you allow that? And if so, can I play one of those characters from the show with this twist?

Sure, we’ll very open to that! That sounds like a great addition to our supernatural creatures actually. Just make sure add a race description for it. You can take a peek at the other profiles on the main for inspiration. We can’t wait to read your app! If you want some help with connections or fc help or anything at all, we’ll be happy to help.

-admin Les

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Follow Senator Freeman!

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What does it mean when a character is retired? Obviously, they're out of play but does it mean they're dead or simply not being played anymore?

It just means that their players are unable to have a constant active role in the group. Since they have been with us for the very beginning and have gone through a lot of character development with the rest of our characters, we feel it would be wrong for a new player to take their place. 

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Follow Casey Fisher!

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Everett Freeman!

Welcome to NOLA, Suze! You have 24 hours to make your account and message us from them so we can link you to the OOC. We’re happy to have you, hon’!

OOC NAME: Suze Timezone: PST Activity level: On most days. Desired Character: Everett Freeman

Para Sample: 

The need for a father’s approval can be the downfall of any man. Especially for a man who was not ruthless. He would have to learn how to cheat, lie, steal, and if it comes to it, kill for that approval. Luckily it only took Everett to lose his soul to become heartless bastard he was destined to be. There wasn’t even a small part of him who regretted becoming the man he was. After all, he was now one of the most powerful men in politics. And hell, it was wickedly fun.

He had everything that he wanted. Money, power, and something even more delicious that only money could buy. Women. Every night, he had a gorgeous blonde or a striking brunette by his side. Then later that night, he’d have them in his bed. That night, at one of the many obligated dinner parties he was throwing, he had a beautiful blonde on his arm. A blonde whose name started with an I… or was it a C? He couldn’t remember. Even though he knew she had probably corrected him about handful times that night. What could he say? He loved playing with his toys.

“Hey doll,” Smiling charmingly, he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Why don’t we figure out together what makes you purr?” He whispered in her ear and caressed her soft chin. This was definitely his most favorite part about being the man he was. So many girls to fulfill his heart’s desire… well, more like his sexual desire. They didn’t have to be fascinating or even know how to carry on a conversation. They didn’t even know how to speak English. This one definitely would have been better if she didn’t speak English. She kept going on and on about saving the rainforest, which deeply bored him. Figuring she would more interesting if he could hear her moan instead, the sooner he used her the better.

Giggling like some kind of idiot, she nodded and batted her eyelashes at him. How well she played her part of innocent virgin for him, but Everett was no damn fool. She wanted his status and money. The sad part was that only he was going to get what he wanted. Well sad for her. Excusing himself with his guests, he lead the way to his room. Not bothering to wait till they were inside the room to start their sacrilegious ways, Everett started to unzip her dress as they kissed their way to the bedroom. There was nothing kind in his handling of her. He kissed her roughly and hungrily caressed her delectable body. She was practically half naked when they entered and she would have lost the rest of her clothes if they hadn’t been interrupted.

“Good Evening, Mr. Freeman. Had I known you had company I would have interrupted you sooner.” Everett suppressed the urge to groan at hearing that damn woman’s voice. She had talent at knowing when to drop in whenever he was busy. “I’ll meet you in the room. And also, that dress is hideous. I hope to find it on the floor after I’m done here.” He said, unable to hide the need of what was to come, as he slapped the blonde’s ass. When his conquest left to his bedroom, Everett turned to his maker with a tight smile to cover up his annoyance with her. “My dear Anya, I had no idea you were going to pay me a visit tonight. Had I known, I would have had the champagne ready for you or a virgin for you to sacrifice.”

“Shut up, Everett. You look stupid when you try to be charming.” The queen demon frowned and wrinkled her forehead in disgust at him. Sitting on his expensive leather couch and sipping on some wine, Anyanka was gorgeous and yet so coldly unattainable. She was dangerous to all men. Even Everett. Her beauty had allured him not to give his soul and now he’d wouldn’t mind a little toss in the bed with the demonatrix. “I’m guessing you’re not here to join in a little ménage à trois then. What a shame. I would have loved to have been yours at least for a night.” Everett smirked at her, knowing if he annoyed her she would leave sooner.

“S.J. RES 21. I want you to support it.” She said simply, not bothering to explain why. Why wasn’t important anyway. He knew what that bill was and was not surprise she wanted him to support it. Sure it meant that whatever pathetic country that the United States was going to invade and force to follow their rules will probably crumble down in matter of years. And all for oil. But Everett didn’t care, he had more pressing matters waiting for him in his bedroom. “Done. Long as you invite me for dinner sometime. Is that all?” He shoved his hands in pockets and tried keep his impatience out of his voice.

“Good.” Again, no explanation and that’s how Everett liked it. “I’ll leave you to your whore. Make sure you use a condom, Everett. We wouldn’t want a little Everett running around or Lucifer forbid, a little girl.” Smirking like she said the most cleverest thing ever, Anya teleported herself out of there before Everett could respond.

“Is she gone yet?” Everett turned around to find his meal for the night looking rather tasty without any clothing. Thank Judas he was no saint.

Password: ---

How do you feel about the suggested ship? Please keep in mind that the ships are purely suggested and may not play out as originally planned. Any questions/Changes you’d like us to consider?: It’ll be interesting to see how he would interact with Tessa and I guess I’ll see where it goes from there. No questions.

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Casey Fisher Accepted!

Welcome to NOLA, Evie! You have 24 hours to make your account and message us from them so we can link you to the OOC. We’re happy to have you, darlin’!

OOC Name: Hi! I’m Evie. :3 Timezone: EST Activity Level: 6 to 7. I’m in school full time, but I do my best to be on as much as possible. Desired Character: Casey Fisher

Para Sample (2 paragraphs at least, in character and third person): 

"And - done.” Casey muttered between her teeth as she punched the ‘period’ button on her laptop with a bit more force than was necessary. Glancing down at her watch, the light from her desk lamp catching on the crystal face for just a moment, she saw that she had half an hour left before work. Carefully, she closed the lid of her computer. It was new, after all, one she’d bought with the money she’d earned at Deadly Sin. When her old one had died, Casey had never felt more relief than the moment that realized she had enough cash to pay for it herself.

Her parents were good people. They really were. But with them, everything and everyone had to be perfect. Her dad had worked his way up from nothing, and he expected nothing less from his only daughter. Casey would never have called them and asked for the money to purchase a new computer, she just wasn’t hardwired that way. The idea hadn’t even occurred to her. Besides, that would only bring on questions about where all the money she had been given for emergencies had gone - and she wasn’t about to admit that it had been blown on having fun because that would only lead to the truth about an even more painful humiliation: the loss of her scholarship.

Being away from her small town and her perfectionist parents had been intoxicating, and Casey knew she hadn’t made the best choices during her first two semesters at college. But what was done, was done. That was that. She was too practical to mourn over spilled milk. And she wasn’t embarrassed about stripping. It was just a job. One that Casey enjoyed more than she had anticipated, granted, but still a job. It paid for school, and necessities. She had no reason to feel ashamed, and she didn’t.

At least, she didn’t until Derek and her other friends at school came around. The very thought of the withering looks that would wash over their faces if they ever discovered the truth made her feel sick. As she slipped on her shoes, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door, Casey shoved the thoughts of her classmates behind her. She had a job to do.

Password (hint: reread the rules): --- How do you feel about the suggested ship? Please keep in mind that the ships are purely suggested and may not play out as originally planned. I really like the idea of Casey and Derek (and not just because their names remind me of that old Disney Channel show Life with Derek, haha). The idea that Casey is human among monsters and yet still struggling with fear of rejection just like many of them are really appeals to me - especially because Derek is an angel. The angel and the stripper, haha. It’s an unusual romance, and yet a compelling one.

Any questions/Changes you’d like us to consider?:  Nope, everything looks fantastic! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my app, and I hope to get to roleplay with you soon!