Cryptids :: Flippyarmy & Alcarie

[Alcarie 1,268]

Plot

Mercile Industries, one of the worlds leading pharmaceutical companies, has discovered their Golden Goose in the form of Cryptids. These formally 'fabled' monsters are now being hunted down and imprisoned by an elite group of Hunters hired by Mercile so that they can be studied. Mercile has come to realize the crytpids genetic make-up, blood, and other unique properties are the future of medicine if they can be harvested and converted to work on humans. In order to keep their find quiet while they perform research, Mercile has sworn their Hunters to secrecy. Cryptids are few and far between, and the experiments often kill the hosts, so the monster population is quickly dwindling.

Our characters, two previously caught cryptids, meet in the bowls of Mercile Industries and must find a way out. If they succeed, is it their obligation to find a way to shut down Mercile and save their fellow cryptids? And if they decide too, how do they do it without alerting the rest of humanity to their existence and risk and even worse fate?

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Feel free to tell me too change anything plot wise! This was just to get us started.~

Bio
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[Alcarie 1,268]

Full Name: Just Eshuzur
Nickname: Nope
Species: Pope Lick Monster
Gender: Male
Age: Around 150 years...he guesses. He' not to sure anymore.
Birthday: He does not know
Birthplace: Somewhere in Northern Canada
Lover: No..
Personality: Unlike what local legends would have you believe, Eshuzur is not a blood-thirsty monster who only searches for his next human victim. If anything he's not even a 'monster' at all. He's simply looking only for peace and solstice from the cruelties of the world. But are there some truths in the stories? Yes, he has killed people. But only those who wanted him captured, or killed, for what he is. But the guilt from his actions still weigh heavily on his mind; he tries to hard not a monster. On a day-to-day basis, if he's lucky enough to find someone who doesn't scream at the sight of him, try to shoot him, or sell him off to the government Eshuzur's pretty docile, someone who's quick to try and smile (which admittedly looks scary on his muzzle) and attempts to make friends because the loneliness of his existence is slowly eating away at him. He's not easily provoked and has a pretty steady head on his shoulders; conflict and provocation are not things he raises his literal or metaphorical hackles unless he's cornered. Eshuzur would much rather flee than fight. And lastly he longs for a place to call his own in the world, someplace safe where he can be himself without the constant threat of persecution, and where someone, even just one person, accepts him and actually likes him because he longs for companionship, to have someone or something to spoil, to give his loyalty too, to protect and give him meaning over simply wondering the world again. But by now, still having nothing or anyone, Eshuzur's simply becoming tired.
Family: His mother was a goat, his 'father' is Lucifer.
Looks: Standing over 7'5'' when on his back legs, which is how he normally walks, Eshuzur is an mixture of human and goat. His legs, arms, and torso look distinctly human, though where his ankles would be there's what look like a backwards knee that leads to large split hooves rather than feet. His hands are extremely odd; his 'fingers' are two split hooves and he's got a third 'hoof' at the back that works as a thumb. All in all he can grip things, though not as well as a human. Eshuzur's face is an mixture of goat and human; a flat-ish look  with a slight muzzle in his turns down nose and split upper lip. He's also got goat ears, and sideways slitted light golden eyes. He's covered in coarse grey fur which thickens around his face and head, yet around his torso the fur thins just enough to see the tan skin beneath. Gnarled horns colored off-grey sprout from the top of his head. To cover his modesty Eshuzur wears a cloth that blends weirdly well into his fur; though honestly, probably to keep from ever reproducing by the devil, he's a unic (or does not have any type of *ahem* things to cover).
Basic History: Eshuzur was born from a less then ideal situation. His father, a Canadian goat farmer, longed for a son to help with work around the farm, but was infertile. The man practiced satanism and after sacrificing many of his best goats to the devil was finally granted his wish. Only the boy, who was born from the womb of a female goat, looked very little like a human. Disgusted, the farmer decided to raise the child because it was a gift, but held no paternal love for the baby. However, when the child, named Eshuzur, was eight his father sent him into the forest to live as the monster he so obviously was after nearly being caught by a passerby. This was, surprisingly, a blessing for Eshuzur could eat almost anything, and finally knew freedom.

Of course, he was not smart enough to stay out of public eye as such a young age, and rumor of a monster lurking throughout the forests ran a-muck. It was a famous circus owner who finally took initiative and payed to have Eshuzur captured; which he quickly was. For the next ten years Eshuzur was paraded around as a freak, people pointing, gasping, laughing, mocking him for what he was. Starved, beaten when not docile, and kept in chains Eshuzur learned that there were good human during this time, those who wished to see him freed, who made sure he was fed and his injuries cared for; so he never gained a hatred for humanity, and instead learned that through the darkness of the world there were bright lights among them.

His luck changed when, on the way to Louisville, Kentucky, the train derailed of the Pope Lick Trestle, killing all those aboard...except Eshuzur. Not knowing where he was, or who to trust, he remained by Pope Lick Trestle for the next decade at least, accidentally drawing attention to himself. Of course humans came, with their guns and chains, and in defense either pushed them from the trestle or lured them in front of trains. But though this was in defense, one certain case remains in his mind even still, and has caused more then a little bit of self hatred. A young teenage girl, lured to his home by curiosity took one look at him in the dark and threw herself from the trestle to her death. He'd never realized before, no matter how mocked in the circus, just how horrifying he truly is. Unfortunately his home at Pope Lick was growing too crowded with thrill seekers and camera crews searching for him and Eshuzur has finally decided to leave in search of greener pasture.

Over the next years, too many for him to remember, Eshuzur simply traveled by night and through less densely populated areas, learning of the world and the humans who inhabited it and who fascinated him; even though many had done him wrong. Mercile Industries managed to capture Eshuzur because of his fascination with humans.
Other: Eshuzur knows he has the ability to shade himself against humans; make himself look like one of them. He's not good at it though, and when his concentration slips he'll lose the veil. This is the only 'trick' Eshuzur knows because he's had to learn it to survive. Being what he is, created by Lucifer, he's extremely strong and has a very high pain tolerance. He's not made for speed or agility, but has decent endurance.

[Flippyarmy 77]

Bio
Full Name:

Callias Neairni
Nickname:

Callie
Species:

Draken
Gender:

Female
Age:

The range seems to be around atleast a 100
Birthplace:

N/A
Lover:

None
Personality:

Callias' appearence is a mere mirage to the general sweetheart that acts preferably like a giant cat/dog to those she seems to take some sort of fancy to which would be often had she have a chance to bond with another creature enough to preform happily at their side. It was even known for her to be empathetic in a way and seek those in harms way or upset as they tread near her wooden domain, but it was seen of course as a monster coming to prey n those in a weakened state.
Family:

It would be believed they are others of her species but she doesn't seem to know herself
Looks:

Her height is about 9' at full stature, but she walks slumped and low, causing about closer to 8' in size. Her large feline like face is adorned with large 6-7" Saber fangs. Along her neck and up the back of her head is a deep colored mane, which s quite a soft material though few have touched it. Her large digit-grade feet are ended in large hooves and feathered in thick fur like a Clydesdale's hoof, and her paws are tipped with long thick black claws.
Basic History:

Little is known of her actual species and cubhood. The last Draken brought in became a black pool of mush very shortly after being brought in. Calliope was roaming a set of woods prior to being captured, seeking out those in emotional distress and being burned out of forest after forest until finding herself somewhere in upper north western America where she was able to get far enough into the woods to not "sense" emotional distress. There she remained until captured by a hunting group of humans, than the nearby police force, and finally Mercile.

 

(sorry if it's uh.. lacking? I can add more if need be..)

 

 

[Alcarie 1,268]

No no! She's perfectly fine.~ She's adorable.

Would you like to start or would you prefer me to?

[Flippyarmy 77]

Can you? I have 3 more hours of work left >-<

[Alcarie 1,268]

OoC: Sorry, was at work when I sent that as well then didn't see your response.~

BiC: Life had been long, had it's up and downs, but never before has Eshuzur experienced anything quite like the bowls of Mercile Industries. Or at least, that's where he presumed he was. After two months of cages and random darkness, needles and doctors, the cryptid wasn't so sure about much. At times there'd been the scent or sound of another like himself, though often they'd be there then disappear again. At one time he'd been in a cell adjacent to an ahool for a bit, but he'd been tranquilized yet again and he'd awoke someplace completely different. Eshuzur thought, however, that he'd simply been moved from one part of Mercile's compound to another. So far he'd been treated okay, better than the circus owner, though he was still a prisoner of some sort and had no say-so in what happened to him. Some of the doctors had been nice enough, talked t him and told him what they were going to do. Most of the test didn't even hurt. Eshuzur still wished he were free, however.

Snuffling, the monster turned in his cell as much as he could with a collar and chain hanging from his furry neck. The other end was connected to the concrete wall. The cell was small, maybe six-by-six feet, with a small cot to one side and nothing else. Other cages were also in the area, but he typically didn't pay much attention to them or their inhabitants. It was no use to get to know someone else, make 'friends' when they'd only be moved away. Goat ear flattening to his head, Eshuzur clomped over to his cot, hooved feet clacking against the floor loudly. Lowering himself ungracefully, the Pope Lick Monster scanned the hallway outside of his cell; pausing on the door that the doctors entered and left from. He couldn't track time, but he was fairly sure he was due for some blood work. If he was good, and it was one of the nice doctors, maybe they'd give him some type of fruit to tide him over until his next meal?

[Flippyarmy 77]

(Mmmmmmmmmmfuck I am legit unsure where to start Calliope off, was she supposed to end up near his cell or in it?)

[Alcarie 1,268]

OoC: You could start her off wherever, does not matter to me.^^ In his cell, in one of the others, or if you'd like shes does not even have to be captured yet.~ I can maneuver Eshuzur where ever works best to suit you and Callie.

[Flippyarmy 77]

It wasn't much longer until a doctor did come near with a couple of guards. They spoke fast and in low hushed tones, the guards gesturing to Eshuzur and to something out of Eshuzur's view. It became an arguement for a few moments but the doctor very obviously won, and the guards went to bring something over. It was a large brown lump, out cold at the moment, and they opened his cell door to nudge the floppy thing in before it woke up or Eshuzur tried to escape. After it was all the way in, they quickly shut the door and the guards left, leaving the two alone with the doctor remaining outside. 

[Flippyarmy 77]

@Alcarie