The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: In his mid-20s
Appearance: He is a silver-haired young man with eyes similar to the clouds of an incoming storm. He is a tall man of 6'3 with a muscular build to overpower anyone in his presence. His hair drapes in front of his face like curtains hiding the true intent of his nature. Adorned on his lips is a ring that serves no purpose much like the chain earrings he wears.
Equipment: He wears a long black jacket with the hood pulled over his face to hide his identity. He carried crudely made daggers in his jacket, but they get the job done.
Skills and Abilities: The Inquisitor as he likes to call himself enjoys toying and testing people to prod out their inner secrets. Everyone hides secrets and so be it if those secrets are spilled with a little bit of blood. Question after question his poor victims are asked and the more they answer wrong the more he cuts until whoops, there's nothing left to cut into.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by The Inquisitor on Jan 12, 2022 20:10:42 GMT -5
In a section between Helsreach and Sianhai, is a stretch of eerie woods that often reminds those that enter of a cursed forest from scary stories. No matter what time of day it is, the woods always seem as if the sun has just set. The trees shoot up towards the sky with the full foliage covering any hint of blue above. There's a horrid ambience about these woods that screams stay away. The thick coverings of grass and roots make it difficult to see where you're going or where you've been. All the trees look the same all the trees move the same as if the woods itself is taking breath.
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: In his mid-20s
Appearance: He is a silver-haired young man with eyes similar to the clouds of an incoming storm. He is a tall man of 6'3 with a muscular build to overpower anyone in his presence. His hair drapes in front of his face like curtains hiding the true intent of his nature. Adorned on his lips is a ring that serves no purpose much like the chain earrings he wears.
Equipment: He wears a long black jacket with the hood pulled over his face to hide his identity. He carried crudely made daggers in his jacket, but they get the job done.
Skills and Abilities: The Inquisitor as he likes to call himself enjoys toying and testing people to prod out their inner secrets. Everyone hides secrets and so be it if those secrets are spilled with a little bit of blood. Question after question his poor victims are asked and the more they answer wrong the more he cuts until whoops, there's nothing left to cut into.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by The Inquisitor on Jan 12, 2022 20:20:39 GMT -5
No one likes these woods, many people have an irrational fear of woods. He thinks that's stupid to be afraid of trees that create monstrous shadows or birds that sound as if they're ringing in someone's untimely demise. Rumor has it someone thinks there's some ax murderer who lives out in the woods. . . all the rumors are true.
The Inquisitor with bloodied knife in hand stands over a feeble woman clutching at the ground pulling herself away. He reaches down yanking his hair causing a loud scream to erupt from her lips. She has no idea that she can scream so much louder.
"you're sick you know? You're sick with your lies. Tell me do you love your husband? Do you love your kids?" He leans down wiping the flat end of the blade across her tear-soaked cheek.
"y-yes" she croaked. He laughs maniacally at her response. "LIAR!" he screams. "You have laid with another man. You do not love what is precious to you. You hungrily search to fill your selfish desire. Even when the end is nigh you do not confess your sins." The Inquisitor makes quick haste in ending the poor woman's life. Her screams piercing the forest until they are nothing more than a hissed whisper.
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Aerith
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 24
Appearance: Slim with an athletic build, long brown hair usually worn down to the middle of her back with piercing green eyes. She wears a deep blue tunic pulled over tight black pants.
Biography: Aerith was an apprentice during medieval times when the floods hit. She is extremely smart and resourceful but typically likes to stick to herself and doesn't trust easily. However, once she makes friends with someone and gives them her trust, she is dedicated and loyal to them entirely.
Registered: Jan 8, 2022 17:09:08 GMT -5
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The woods
Jan 12, 2022 21:00:44 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Aerith on Jan 12, 2022 21:00:44 GMT -5
Aerith eventually leaves her hideout, leaving the group of people on the beach as she jogs into the woods. The surroundings slowly got darker as the trees increased and the sun went down, until it was basically pitch black. Aerith was forced to squint as she kept traversing forward, hoping to find any form of civilization or sign of life.
Suddenly, a women’s scream pierces the air. Aeriths head shoots up, trying to judge the distance from the scream. She approaches that direction slowly, wondering if it was someone in trouble or injuring themselves. She slowly moves through the trees, trying to stay relatively quiet, keeping her ears honed.
Eventually she sees a sign of light, and approaches as she slows down. She arrives at a break in the trees at just the right time to see a tall man lean down towards a clearly panicked and disheveled woman, and with a smooth motion the screams stop with a squirt of red. Her eyes wide Aerith back petals rapidly, before slipping on a branch, falling to the ground with a loud rustle.
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: In his mid-20s
Appearance: He is a silver-haired young man with eyes similar to the clouds of an incoming storm. He is a tall man of 6'3 with a muscular build to overpower anyone in his presence. His hair drapes in front of his face like curtains hiding the true intent of his nature. Adorned on his lips is a ring that serves no purpose much like the chain earrings he wears.
Equipment: He wears a long black jacket with the hood pulled over his face to hide his identity. He carried crudely made daggers in his jacket, but they get the job done.
Skills and Abilities: The Inquisitor as he likes to call himself enjoys toying and testing people to prod out their inner secrets. Everyone hides secrets and so be it if those secrets are spilled with a little bit of blood. Question after question his poor victims are asked and the more they answer wrong the more he cuts until whoops, there's nothing left to cut into.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by The Inquisitor on Jan 12, 2022 23:15:11 GMT -5
The man tosses the woman aside like a rag doll and turns to see the woman that fell down. He stalks towards her. "looks like I have a visitor. Hello" he grins much like the grin of a stripped cat. "it's awfully dangerous for a lady such as yourself to be in the woods alone. Tell me what did you see that's got you so startled?" It wasn't much of a secret, he knew what the girl saw him do but it's so delightful to ask questions.
He twirls his soaked dagger between his fingers. It seems almost mesmerizing to watch the blade dance from digit to digit, it might almost make Aerith forget the fact that she just witnessed a murder oh but the memory of slaughter is still fresh in her mind.
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Aerith
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 24
Appearance: Slim with an athletic build, long brown hair usually worn down to the middle of her back with piercing green eyes. She wears a deep blue tunic pulled over tight black pants.
Biography: Aerith was an apprentice during medieval times when the floods hit. She is extremely smart and resourceful but typically likes to stick to herself and doesn't trust easily. However, once she makes friends with someone and gives them her trust, she is dedicated and loyal to them entirely.
Registered: Jan 8, 2022 17:09:08 GMT -5
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Post by Aerith on Jan 12, 2022 23:22:00 GMT -5
Aerith stumbles backward as she desperately tries to get to her feet, her eyes wide and heart pounding out of her chest. She lets out a gasp of pain and surprise as her back slams into a large tree trunk, and she stares up at the man as he approaches, completely petrified.
"I-I'm sorry, I was just heading through the forest trying to find somewhere to spend the night and some food, I didn't see anything" She pleads, unable to take her eyes off the blade twirling through his fingers, the fresh blood of the slain woman flying off of it.
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: In his mid-20s
Appearance: He is a silver-haired young man with eyes similar to the clouds of an incoming storm. He is a tall man of 6'3 with a muscular build to overpower anyone in his presence. His hair drapes in front of his face like curtains hiding the true intent of his nature. Adorned on his lips is a ring that serves no purpose much like the chain earrings he wears.
Equipment: He wears a long black jacket with the hood pulled over his face to hide his identity. He carried crudely made daggers in his jacket, but they get the job done.
Skills and Abilities: The Inquisitor as he likes to call himself enjoys toying and testing people to prod out their inner secrets. Everyone hides secrets and so be it if those secrets are spilled with a little bit of blood. Question after question his poor victims are asked and the more they answer wrong the more he cuts until whoops, there's nothing left to cut into.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by The Inquisitor on Jan 12, 2022 23:59:17 GMT -5
"I dislike liars," he says through gritted teeth as he stops twirling his blade. "I have some more questions to ask of you. I have a modest cabin in the woods. It has a good bed and good food." it may be wise to decline his offer but the blade he holds is insanely persuasive.
"do you think yourself to be honest? Do you think that you are well trusted by others, that you are pure of heart?" his questions burn into Aerith like a heated interrogation. It's hard to think of which question to answer let alone what she tell him as an answer. Oh how tragic it is to meet a murderer in the woods. Does this feel like some fictional novel? crazy scenario? Check. A good-looking insane man? Check. Does the protagonist conquer the day and make it out of here? To be determined.
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Aerith
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 24
Appearance: Slim with an athletic build, long brown hair usually worn down to the middle of her back with piercing green eyes. She wears a deep blue tunic pulled over tight black pants.
Biography: Aerith was an apprentice during medieval times when the floods hit. She is extremely smart and resourceful but typically likes to stick to herself and doesn't trust easily. However, once she makes friends with someone and gives them her trust, she is dedicated and loyal to them entirely.
Registered: Jan 8, 2022 17:09:08 GMT -5
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Post by Aerith on Jan 13, 2022 0:11:28 GMT -5
"Is this an offer or a command?" Aerith asked quietly, warily staring at the blood-soaked blade in his hand. "Are you going to take me to this cabin just for me to end up like that other woman?" She glances at the area around them, wondering about her odds of survival if she just tried to make a run for it.
Her wary gaze is disturbed by a flash of confusion as his questions continue, the content extremely bizarre and seemingly irrelevant to the scenario she was stuck in. "I'm not sure about being well trusted, I don't know enough people for that. Do you think you're pure of heart?" She challenges, testing her luck and wondering just how crazy or deranged this man really was.
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: In his mid-20s
Appearance: He is a silver-haired young man with eyes similar to the clouds of an incoming storm. He is a tall man of 6'3 with a muscular build to overpower anyone in his presence. His hair drapes in front of his face like curtains hiding the true intent of his nature. Adorned on his lips is a ring that serves no purpose much like the chain earrings he wears.
Equipment: He wears a long black jacket with the hood pulled over his face to hide his identity. He carried crudely made daggers in his jacket, but they get the job done.
Skills and Abilities: The Inquisitor as he likes to call himself enjoys toying and testing people to prod out their inner secrets. Everyone hides secrets and so be it if those secrets are spilled with a little bit of blood. Question after question his poor victims are asked and the more they answer wrong the more he cuts until whoops, there's nothing left to cut into.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by The Inquisitor on Jan 14, 2022 2:13:03 GMT -5
"If you answer my questions right then your fate will be much better than that damsel" he jeers at her putting his knife away as a sign of good faith, but she suspects that even if she tries to make a break for it he might catch up to her.
"I find it pleasing to be alone with my thoughts for company. I enjoy the switch around. I do not think that I am pure of heart but I am honest and truthful with my answers" his answer is quite the candid look into his personality. This comes as a surprise to Aerith, usually, people who are insanely crazy seem to think they have no faults. "I can tell that you guard yourself. You too find it difficult to be so trusting of others. I will tell you the truth. If you run I will kill you, but come to my humble abode and you may have the chance to experience life for what it truly is meant to be."
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Aerith
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 24
Appearance: Slim with an athletic build, long brown hair usually worn down to the middle of her back with piercing green eyes. She wears a deep blue tunic pulled over tight black pants.
Biography: Aerith was an apprentice during medieval times when the floods hit. She is extremely smart and resourceful but typically likes to stick to herself and doesn't trust easily. However, once she makes friends with someone and gives them her trust, she is dedicated and loyal to them entirely.
Registered: Jan 8, 2022 17:09:08 GMT -5
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The woods
Jan 14, 2022 7:54:05 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Aerith on Jan 14, 2022 7:54:05 GMT -5
Aerith listens carefully, not entirely sure what to make of this man. While she appreciated the honesty, it couldn’t hold a candle to the fact she had just witnessed him kill someone. However, his assessment of her was rather accurate. “Not much a choice” she mumbles, noting where he put away the knife. “Then I suppose I’ll come to your ‘humble abode’”. She slowly lifts herself to a standing position, making sure to show she wasn’t running anywhere.
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: In his mid-20s
Appearance: He is a silver-haired young man with eyes similar to the clouds of an incoming storm. He is a tall man of 6'3 with a muscular build to overpower anyone in his presence. His hair drapes in front of his face like curtains hiding the true intent of his nature. Adorned on his lips is a ring that serves no purpose much like the chain earrings he wears.
Equipment: He wears a long black jacket with the hood pulled over his face to hide his identity. He carried crudely made daggers in his jacket, but they get the job done.
Skills and Abilities: The Inquisitor as he likes to call himself enjoys toying and testing people to prod out their inner secrets. Everyone hides secrets and so be it if those secrets are spilled with a little bit of blood. Question after question his poor victims are asked and the more they answer wrong the more he cuts until whoops, there's nothing left to cut into.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by The Inquisitor on Jan 14, 2022 13:49:18 GMT -5
He will lead her to a small cabin in the woods. It was crudely built out of the surrounding trees but it did its job keeping away any harsh weather nature present him with. The inside was lit with candles. Walking in Aerith did not smell the scent of death but the aromatic fragrance of sage. They seem to be burning in a stone fireplace. He pulls up a wooden chair covered with a thin piece of cloth. "have a seat."
"what were you doing in the woods?" he asks sliding into a chair of his own. He rests his elbows on his legs and studies here as she gives her answer. "not a lot of people find themselves wanting to be amongst the trees"
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Aerith
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 24
Appearance: Slim with an athletic build, long brown hair usually worn down to the middle of her back with piercing green eyes. She wears a deep blue tunic pulled over tight black pants.
Biography: Aerith was an apprentice during medieval times when the floods hit. She is extremely smart and resourceful but typically likes to stick to herself and doesn't trust easily. However, once she makes friends with someone and gives them her trust, she is dedicated and loyal to them entirely.
Registered: Jan 8, 2022 17:09:08 GMT -5
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Post by Aerith on Jan 14, 2022 13:56:48 GMT -5
Aerith follows him to the cabin, trying her best to make a mental note of which direction they were heading and any landmarks they passed in case she needed them later. Eventually, they arrive at the cabin and she heads inside, gracefully sitting down on the small wooden chair as she silently watches him pull up his own.
"I was leaving the beach. I just washed up on a boat then started heading into the woods." She replies simply, leaving out the interaction she had at the beach for the sake of simplicity. "Then I heard a scream and saw you murder that innocent woman."
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: In his mid-20s
Appearance: He is a silver-haired young man with eyes similar to the clouds of an incoming storm. He is a tall man of 6'3 with a muscular build to overpower anyone in his presence. His hair drapes in front of his face like curtains hiding the true intent of his nature. Adorned on his lips is a ring that serves no purpose much like the chain earrings he wears.
Equipment: He wears a long black jacket with the hood pulled over his face to hide his identity. He carried crudely made daggers in his jacket, but they get the job done.
Skills and Abilities: The Inquisitor as he likes to call himself enjoys toying and testing people to prod out their inner secrets. Everyone hides secrets and so be it if those secrets are spilled with a little bit of blood. Question after question his poor victims are asked and the more they answer wrong the more he cuts until whoops, there's nothing left to cut into.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by The Inquisitor on Jan 14, 2022 14:06:09 GMT -5
The woods seem to look the same to the untrained eye. All the trees seem the same but to those with a more observant eye, they all have a different amount of branches that bend ghastly out from the main body. The branches seem to increase the closer they got to the cabin.
"do you believe that anyone is truly innocent? The woman was not innocent. She has become unfaithful to her family. She has allowed the presence of another man in her bed to sully her relationship with her family." he drums his hand on his cheek. "You're new to this area and so am I but what people run away I dive headfirst into. The woods are a thing of terror. One could get lost, or devoured by some horrid beast. What did you feel when you witnessed the ending of that woman's life? You did not scream"
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Aerith
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 24
Appearance: Slim with an athletic build, long brown hair usually worn down to the middle of her back with piercing green eyes. She wears a deep blue tunic pulled over tight black pants.
Biography: Aerith was an apprentice during medieval times when the floods hit. She is extremely smart and resourceful but typically likes to stick to herself and doesn't trust easily. However, once she makes friends with someone and gives them her trust, she is dedicated and loyal to them entirely.
Registered: Jan 8, 2022 17:09:08 GMT -5
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Post by Aerith on Jan 14, 2022 14:14:34 GMT -5
"For being unfaithful she deserved to die? And what makes you the person with the right to enact that punishment?" Aerith asks, challenging him. "And I didn't really feel anything. I've witnessed death before, it's nothing new" She sighs, folding her arms and sitting back in her chair. "If I did something you deemed wrong, would you kill me too?" She asks, staring at him.
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: In his mid-20s
Appearance: He is a silver-haired young man with eyes similar to the clouds of an incoming storm. He is a tall man of 6'3 with a muscular build to overpower anyone in his presence. His hair drapes in front of his face like curtains hiding the true intent of his nature. Adorned on his lips is a ring that serves no purpose much like the chain earrings he wears.
Equipment: He wears a long black jacket with the hood pulled over his face to hide his identity. He carried crudely made daggers in his jacket, but they get the job done.
Skills and Abilities: The Inquisitor as he likes to call himself enjoys toying and testing people to prod out their inner secrets. Everyone hides secrets and so be it if those secrets are spilled with a little bit of blood. Question after question his poor victims are asked and the more they answer wrong the more he cuts until whoops, there's nothing left to cut into.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by The Inquisitor on Jan 14, 2022 14:32:19 GMT -5
"She died for being dishonest. You have not lied to me yet. There is still hope for you. You do not seem like you will leave the world without a good fight, you choose to be the holder of your own life. I have not had anyone challenge my questions before" He stands up to move his hair behind her chair. "Tell me, what is your name?" he grips her shoulders firmly. From her peripheral, she can see his slender fingers decorated with silver rings splotched with flakes of blood. His breathing is calm and patient as he stands over her, a looming figure over her chair. He smells of ember and smoked wood.
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Aerith
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 24
Appearance: Slim with an athletic build, long brown hair usually worn down to the middle of her back with piercing green eyes. She wears a deep blue tunic pulled over tight black pants.
Biography: Aerith was an apprentice during medieval times when the floods hit. She is extremely smart and resourceful but typically likes to stick to herself and doesn't trust easily. However, once she makes friends with someone and gives them her trust, she is dedicated and loyal to them entirely.
Registered: Jan 8, 2022 17:09:08 GMT -5
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Post by Aerith on Jan 14, 2022 14:38:23 GMT -5
Aerith flinches as he grabs her shoulders but otherwise doesn't move as his grip increases. "Aerith" She replies, her voice calm and composed. "You aren't privileged enough to know my last name." She says cooly, staring straight ahead. "And you're correct, I do plan on fighting if you plan to end my life, so be prepared for that." She glances down at her own hands, running her thumb over her palm.
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