Post by ChasityNicole on Jun 22, 2017 18:25:44 GMT -5
Rather than going off of Supernatural this is going to be a roleplay that is a spinoff of Supernatural. There can be a Sam and Dean as well as other characters from Supernatural, but for the most part it will be original, just along the same lines in that it will be a group that chases demons, ghosts, werewolves, and all other things that go bump in the night, like Sam and Dean do in Supernatural. You can be a creature that is being chased or one of the people chasing, or even both as we tend to make up our own rules with these things.
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Luna Thorn sat on the back of her midnight blue '69 Ford Mustang staring at the map of the US. She was on a mission to track down all the evil in the world and send it crawling back into the dark depths of Hell in which it crawled from. But there was only one issue she had, they weren't popping up as frequent now. Either the demons were getting smarter and outsmarting her, or they were planning something big that would require her to need a team of hunters- a team she didn't have.
Luna had been on her own for as long as she could remember all because she could see things that no one else could. Things people couldn't see had a tendency to freak them out and label the person would saw invisible creatures a freak. So she never stayed in one place for too long. And that didn't bother her too often, she got by without having anyone most of the time. People confused her, demons she understood- because technically she was partially a demon (but she never disclosed that information to anyone). But late at night if you're close enough to her you can see her eyes change from bright green to a blood red and sometimes hear the screams as she fights the primal demon urges that course through her veins. These urges are the reason she travels the world riding it of other demon scum, because she doesn't want other people experiencing her pain.
"Where are you at you bloody demons!" Luna whispered into the air, pulling her purple hair back into a ponytail as she bit down on her lip ring. "I know you've crawled out of the hole, I can feel you. My blood is crawling. So where the hell are you."
She pulled a small dagger from her belt and scraped it against her arm, drawing a tiny drop of blood on the dragon tattoo on her wrist.
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Luna Thorn sat on the back of her midnight blue '69 Ford Mustang staring at the map of the US. She was on a mission to track down all the evil in the world and send it crawling back into the dark depths of Hell in which it crawled from. But there was only one issue she had, they weren't popping up as frequent now. Either the demons were getting smarter and outsmarting her, or they were planning something big that would require her to need a team of hunters- a team she didn't have.
Luna had been on her own for as long as she could remember all because she could see things that no one else could. Things people couldn't see had a tendency to freak them out and label the person would saw invisible creatures a freak. So she never stayed in one place for too long. And that didn't bother her too often, she got by without having anyone most of the time. People confused her, demons she understood- because technically she was partially a demon (but she never disclosed that information to anyone). But late at night if you're close enough to her you can see her eyes change from bright green to a blood red and sometimes hear the screams as she fights the primal demon urges that course through her veins. These urges are the reason she travels the world riding it of other demon scum, because she doesn't want other people experiencing her pain.
"Where are you at you bloody demons!" Luna whispered into the air, pulling her purple hair back into a ponytail as she bit down on her lip ring. "I know you've crawled out of the hole, I can feel you. My blood is crawling. So where the hell are you."
She pulled a small dagger from her belt and scraped it against her arm, drawing a tiny drop of blood on the dragon tattoo on her wrist.
