#eris starter

[elpida]

plot: demons have made themselves more known on earth, your muse wants a deal with one and eris is the demon they get. open to all. please be as creative with the deal as you like.

"i hope your deal is more interesting than the last human that called for me." the voice came from the windowsill where she now perched, a vision in the moonlight. her hair, cascades of deep auburn seemed to move with it's on gravity, it was ethereal the way it wisped in the air but so was the way she moved. she could disperse into the dark smoke and reappear, closer than she had been, enough that the human before her would see how her eyes started completely black and faded to be less menacing. she adjusted herself to seem less intimidating to humans and yes, the air around her held that intimidation. "eris." she spoke the word in such a sultry word, her name a sweet poison. "and whom might you be human?"

she dispersed again, in the air, her voice carried in the mist, the wind, she was otherworldly and.. fascinating. that dark mist twirled around them, her finger seeming to twirl a strand of hair but she was black smoke and impossible to catch until she appeared again, right before them, in a blink. smaller than some might expect a demon to be. "what dreadful thing is it you'd like to bargain with me for?" she smirked, wicked and yet so wonderful.

[forestofstarlight]

Open Starter: Captive Shapeshifter (Male, Female or Futa)

This was it… your muse had finally done it… Eris, the shapeshifter that had been causing many problems around the area, has finally been captured. It had been a grueling couple of months to achieve this goal, but it was also worth it to both your muse and the team they were working with.

The shapeshifter was in her base form, her arms and legs held in place by special cuffs that would prevent her from transforming and a ball gag had been placed in her mouth to keep her from talking. Shapeshifters were known for their trickery after all. Strangely enough, or perhaps not strange at all, the only thing she wore was a crop top and shorts.

She stares at your muse, awarding what they would do now that she was at their mercy. Do they teach her a lesson, or would they simply set her free?

(This is a darker rp that I have planned alongside the Halloween/spooky themed ones. So, have fun! But still try to stay within the rules)

@nightmare-the-mercenary, @askkagethevizard, @doctorwhatif, @a-fantastic-time, @hellforestrp, @a-den-of-demons, @askcyndaquil

[3ris-d1st0rtionnn]

A strange noice drifts from Eris’ hallways, cutting through the usual music, static, and the buzzing of insects. It’s vocalizing in a warbling, off-key tone, attempting to learn the song of its swarm.

Its voice cracks and skips like a broken music box as it takes notice of a presence in its domain, and falls silent as it turns its head.

H e L L o - ? ¡

((OPEN RP AAAAGHHHHH

[rewithea]

very important below cut

eri is a ferret unicorn fr fr

[electricea]

Closed starter for @eris-the-phantom-thief!

"Thanks for coming with me to help pick out a new rain coat - I mean we've had an okay enough spring so far, but you never know when there might be rain, yeah?"

[unitcd]

"There was NOTHING logical about falling in love with Kara."

[maimedaffair]

❛   i'm an asshole ? ❜ a taunting , half narrowed gaze is given as a smile creeps onto eris' lips. ❛   what does that make you , then , @littlequeens ? aside from radiant as ever. ❜

STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

[dvotdovetre]

You would think the local "hero" would be used to the dumb shit she see's everyday yet here she is being supposed at how dumb some people are

[lady-crytia]

Lamb to the Slaughter

For: @eri-mergo​ Location: The Shard

Lady Crytia had been thoroughly enjoying her evening. So many wanton desires openly on display, such hedonism. So many willing victims prancing about, such willingness. Alcohol had been a wonderful instigator from the day she had first walked the earth, and the more people consumed it, the worse their collective decisions would become. 

She’d laughed as she watched a willing feeding bag get drained completely. Her laughter, drained out by the thrumming music, only swole upon the sight of the vampire, gripped by her aura, started panicking. Such hedonism. Such willingness. 

Lady Crytia had become quite adept at identifying the different supernatural species during her immortal existence. Most of them were dead giveaways, from the way they carried themselves, to the look in their eyes, to how they behaved at a party such as this. 

So of course she immediately recognized the one being moping at the bar for what he was. A deity.  Such fools, to think they could possibly protect the world from itself. They lacked the vision for it. No wonder this one’d ended up sitting by himself. 

Deities could be plenty fun, naturally. It should be no surprise enforcers of order were entirely predictable It left them as mere chess pieces for her to move. Utterly destructive chess pieces, if need be. There was little as rewarding as watching them rip apart the very world they so desperately wish to protect in pursuit of what was inherent to the world itself. 

Then there were deities busying themselves with falling. Always a delight to watch, even if they made for rancidly horrid demons in the aftermath. Their lack of vision never quite recovered, try as she might have. 

Deities only had to be boring when their absurd powers forced one to listen to them ramble like a toddler about right and wrong, or when they were being dramatic, as they were wont to do. This one seemed quite busy with the latter, and it was nothing if not Lady Crytia’s duty to liven up his world, if only for the night. 

She sauntered over to him, downing her glass of wine and ordering another from the bartender. She smiled a sweet smile, all hints of malice buried deep within. 

“Why the long face, love?” 

[izakvoros]

location: lunar heights pub (night) with: @eri-mergo

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"Well, hell. It looks like we missed the band," Izak said to Eri as he walked into the pub. The musicians were packing up their sound gear and instruments, smiling as they did so. Musicians never smiled like that unless the gig went very well or absolute shit, and by the sparse clientele, it was easy to guess it was the latter.

Whatever. It just meant he didn't have to yell over sets, and that his chat between him and his band mate (well, that was up for debate since they typically just tended to practice with each other) could be a little more intimate. He lead Eri to one of his favorite booths toward the back where it had a great view of the front door and the venue.

Sliding into the booth, he flagged down the waitress to order a big dark ale, and once she left after getting their order, he leaned forward to put his elbows on the table. "So how's work going? I'm sure it's just a bunch of chicks asking for flowers on their shoulders or dudes wanting tree lines above their knees."

[elpida]

plot: please give me like, eris that's fully like yep this meant nothing, and your muse that thinks it was something?! like give me the tables turned kind of thing? also her not realizing she's being insensitive. maybe they're friends beforehand, maybe they're strangers, totally up to you!! eris is also very complex, she's usually very against touch. open to all, preferable to m 25+ but the older the better.

"Oh. Hey." she'd woken before them and honestly, had kind of hoped they'd stay asleep so she could just leave and not have to talk. She remembered bits of last night, well, most of it... not that she was too happy with herself. Her skin felt itchy, if she went home, showered.. well maybe then she'd feel better. It was nothing to do with him either, it was more... she'd let someone touch her. Eris barely hugged anyone, let alone went home with someone but a few drinks did amazing things for her tolerance of what she could and couldn't handle when it came to someone's touch. "Sorry, was I noisy? Didn't mean to wake you, I was just leaving but I uh.." she eyeballed her dress, still strewn on the ground. She was tying up her boots.

"I need to borrow this shirt, that's got some sticky drink spilled down it, I'll get this back to you or get you a new one sent or something. That cool?" she wasn't a cuddle the morning after person, hell she wasn't even a 'pretend she had any warmth towards them at all' kind of person. "What, is it the shirt? I can just go home in the dress if it's a problem." she squinted, not quite understanding the expression on their face. Were they hurt? Offended? Oh god, were they upset and expecting breakfast in bed or something?

[forestofstarlight]

Open Starter: Mischievous Tag Team (Male, Female, or Futa)

“My, my, Violet. Looks like we got a customer that requested both of us~” Eris says with a soft giggle as she looks at her newest customer. The shapeshifter choosing to stay in her original grey skinned form.

“Indeed~ So honey, how horny are you to request both myself and Eris?” Violet purrs in response, her tail swaying slightly. She chuckles at the thought of someone actually wanting to request two of the more kinky members of Silver Lining.

Both women were wearing a simple bra and panty set. Ones that left very little to the imagination as they smirked and flashed your muse seductive looks.

@marias-island-of-visitors @ask-jaune-npr @nightmare-the-mercenary @askcyndaquil @doctorwhatif @lockedboxbooks @harmonyloveangels1990

[3ris-d1st0rtionnn]

The loud crackle of static hangs in the air as Eris’ door slams open. Multiple disembodied arms flail wildly, shooing a horde of flies and larvae out from the door.

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A DisTOrtioN cAn C̷̨̩̱͚̫̗͉̎̓̈́̇̓̀͝ ̶̣̝͎͛̏̏͊H̶̦̯̹̪͙̺̔͌͆̐͆̑͝ ̴͉̜̖̰͖̚Á̵͈̐̊ ̵̱̹̝̪͉͖̍͗N̷̜̰̜͗̊̀̈́ ̸͍͒͐G̸͕̐̾̕��̱̝̣̖ ̷̗͉͕̂́È̴̺̜͜ ̴̜̗̞̳̦̏ ̶̰̗́̓̍͌́̆͝Ì̶̺̝̹̝̫̂̏̌̓̽́ ̶͎͚̣̟̞̒̀͘T̶̛̮̯̱̂̊̂̉̑ ̵̘͖̙̪̽͌S̸̥͉̳̯͊̈̋̀̍̕ͅ ̵̟̥̗̥͍̥̍ ̷̢̛̹̗̹͓̮͛͗M̵̛̛͉̗̲̩̌̋̏̔̌ͅ ̶͓̠͔̺̗̔Ḯ̸͇ ̷̤͗͊͆̄̉̎͠N̷̢̖̻̞͈̓͋̏̈́̍͠ ̸̧̬̜̱͎́̑ͅD̵̤̜̿ aFteR aLL!¡

Eris’ form manages to pull itself together, glitching and jolting as it catches its breath. A few Worm On Strings gather at its feet, hissing angrily at the fleeing corruption. Its head abruptly snaps up, noticing company.

o H - SoRry YoU HAd To sEE aLl tHis :)

[nami-moittli]

Oh appmon, you will always be famous to me…

^ is listening to the chara songs

[electricea]

Closed starter for @eris-the-phantom-thief!

"Almost done with your homework there, Hana?"

[smogflesh]

                ❛    —    GRIEF    is  a  great  price  for  such  a  thing  as    LOVE  .    ❜