#muse: kelpie (re verse)

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Closed starter with @agent-ashley-graham

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Damn those bastards. Kelpie thought to themself as they darted between the trees. They'd been living at peace along in the forest for at least a month, judging from the cycle of the moon. She did her best to keep a low profile. Staying in deep parts, avoiding hikers, and disposing of any evidence that she was living there. But it wasn't enough.

She'd had return to her shack after checking one of her snare traps, only to be ambushed by those people. She didn't know who they were. But they always seemed to be after her.

Once Kelpie felt they were far away enough. She quickly climb the closest tree. She close her eyes and lets out a slow breathe, as her skin change color to match the bark and leaves of the tree. They look around from the vantage point up above. Watching to see who else was here.

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Kelpie silently led the way. She seemed to almost blend into the surrounding area. Her cloak matched the plants they trecked through. She kept her head facing the Ganados as well. In case they spot them.

"I saw you out there, fighting for your life." Kelpie hissed out. They was stalking after the women. Not knowing if she was part of the BSAA or any of the groups that were hunting them.

Jill spins on her heels to find the source of the voice addressing her, and sees someone standing before her. They look human, but not...exactly, and it's clear by their physical condition they've been through hell themselves. She's cautious, sizing the stranger up, but not yet reaching for her weapon.

"You've been watching me," Jill observes plainly and calmly. Evidently, there are other actors at play here. She wonders if the stranger might be an undercover operative, or a B.O.W. sent to kill her by Los Illuminados, the KGB or some remnant of the Spencer family or Umbrella Corporation, but she's never seen a B.O.W. display such obvious sapience before: Typically they're uncontrollable shambling monstrosities, or soldiers programed to obey orders without question with no free will of their own.

She decides to take a chance, slowly beginning to raise her hands, but not keeping them far from her holster.

"May I ask who you are, and why you're following me?" Jill asks carefully and politely.

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Kelpie nestled on the large rock. She felt the heat of the sun on her and let out a hmm in approval. However, she was disturb when she heard someone coming towards her.

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So I'm kinda tired of rping Re Kelpie. Don't worry! Kelpie isn't going anywhere, nor are any active threads that are going on. I'm just not going to do any more threads for awhile with Kelpie unless they interest me or have already been discussed.

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It's Kelpie's birthday!

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Here's my carrd!

Carrd

Edit! Reblog Notifications have stopped working for me. Pls @ me in replies!

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Resident evil verse (will update verse page when I get a chance)

Re verse: Verse that takes place in the resident evil series

Name: Tundra

Age: 27

Pronouns: She/her

Birthday: March 8th

Race: Human

Occupation: Doctor/medical scientist

Powers: None

Weapons: bow and arrows

Hobbies: sewing/knitting/crochet. Reorganizing her supplies

Personality: While she can be cold to people she  doesn't know. She is caring to patients and her friends, often becoming the "mom friend" of a group.

Description: 6ft pale white skin with pinkish eyes, and long, somewhat spikey, white hair. She wears a light blue shirt under her doctor's coat, Leggings, and she wears two bracelets on her wrist.  

Backstory: Tundra grew up a relatively normal life up until her teens. When her and her twin brother Sleet were caught up in a bio-weapon terrorist attack. While she survived, her brother didn't. Tundra began to dedicate her life to studying medicine and potential curse for several viruses. During her time working, She met her girlfriend Siren. The two fell in love and began dating soon after. Her and Siren often travel together for research and work.

Pets: none

Relationship: Siren

Extra: Lesbian, Doesn't like physical contact with people she doesn't know well, Has trauma from bio terrorist attack. LG

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Name: Siren

Age: 28

Pronouns: She/her

Birthday: October 2nd

Race: Human

Occupation: former spy/thief. Now traveling musician.

Powers: none

Weapons: Gun. Throwing stars, Smoke bomb, posions, other ninja tools, although most aren't used for killing.

Hobbies:  Playing music, Swimming.

Personality: Energetic and fun loving. Siren trys to always light up a room. But she can be sinister and conniving when she needs to be, especially to get a job done, or to protect Tundra.

Description: Around 5'4 She has tan skin, Dark blue hair that is in a single braid. She wears a hawaiian shirt, Shorts, and crocs. (Has a separate assassin outfit )

Pets:  None   

Backstory: Siren parents vanished soon after she was born, she was adopted by a family friend named kelpie. When she was 14, Kelpie dissappeared following a visit to a remote village in Europe. Siren soon found herself homeless, when she meet with an black market organization that would help her survive, if she agreed to spy on different organizations and deliver info on different B.O.W.s and virus in development. Delivering the info to whoever payed her, along with dealing in weapons and other "hot" items. During this time she meet Tundra and began a relationship. She choose to leave the spying behind in order to keep Tundra safe. They now travel together for resarch and to help those affected by outbreaks.

Relationship: Tundra

Extra: Bisexual. CN

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Name: Kelpie

Age: 40s, but looks like they still are in there early 30s

Pronouns: She/they

Birthday: December 14th

Race: Human/bio altered

Occupation: None. 

Powers: can camouflage into any environment, see in the dark, breath underwater. Superior strength. Able to climb well. Can transform into a more monsterus form, but causes a lot of pain. While not technically a power, a bite from Kelpie that breaks skin has an increase chance of infection. Think how komodo dragon's bites are very infectious due to bacteria.

Weapons: makeshift trident, whatever they can get her hands on.

Hobbies: swimming, wandering 

Personality: paranoid and skittish. Kelpie is slow to trust and easy to aggravate. Always on the run and not staying in once place for too long. But gain their trust, and they'll protect you the best she can.

Description: Around 5'10 with messy dark green hair and an olive skin tone. They were a cloak over their clothes that hid many of her scars. Is missing her right eye and has an eyepatch over it. Her canine teeth grew longer as a result of her being experimented on. Can turn into a more monsters form. Where gills appear on there neck, there teeth and nails grow longer, and spikes protruded from her back.

Backstory: Kelpie had a normal life for most of her childhood and teenage years, excelling at school and getting into college early. But that changed at age 18 with the disappearances of some family friends, leaving their daughter behind. She adopted the child and named her Siren. She continued going to college and studying archeology until one day she took a job studying some ruins in an old, European village.

They would wake up after an unkown amount of time has passed. With no memory of who they were, what happened, or how she gained the power she has now. All they knew was they had to keep moving. That they were now a freak of nature, and something would always be hunting them.

Pets: none

Relationship: none

Extra: Pansexual, suffers from amnesia. some things may change as I discover more about re lore and get new ideas.

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Debating if I should wrote a drabble about Kelpie and Siren (re verse specifically).

Focused on a snippet of Kelpie taking care of Siren.

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"He attacked me. Like the rest of them." Kelpie pushed the body over with there foot. "So much for being off the grid, I'll have to move deeper into the forest." Kelpie began to search the body, taking off the man's assault rifle. Looking for a clue to who sent him.

There didn't seem to be any blood or would that would show how the person died. Other than a bite mark on his palm, which looked badly infected. Kelpie briefly glanced back towards Moria, and for a brief moment. Two large, protruding fangs could be made out.

Kelpie had long since lost the feeling of guilt or regret over the people she had killed. Even if they couldn't recall it, they felt the unease rise whenever one interacted with them, the fear when one would attack her, and nothing when they defended themselves. Kelpie was not the same as those humans. She didn't know if she ever was.

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"maybe my intentions were noble, but i lost control. i killed him." Kelpie looked down at the young man dead in front of them. She had no other choice, he would of hurt her. Her voice was cold and monotone.

“Uhhhh… right. Noble intentions. Those do have a tendency to end in accidental murders, don’t they?” Moira grimaces. She doesn’t even want to look at the corpse of the guy. “What, like your hands slipped or something?”

Moira’s a little too familiar with accidents. More than she’d like, even. It’s kinda become her thing to dodge them as hard and as fast as possible. But that guy’s looking pretty dead. Like, dead dead. It makes Moira ever the happiest that she didn’t accidentally kill her sister. How could she have lived on, with that blood on her hands? But this person in front of her, it doesn’t look like they feel any guilt whatsoever. Like it’s just a casual monday for them, having breakfast, killing men, going on a walk. The usual.

“Look, dude, you and your noble intentions can stay the hell away from me, alright? I’mma just walk away, and we can pretend I saw nothing.” Oh, Moira’s definitely telling Claire about this first chance she gets, but the killer in front of her doesn’t need to know that.

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What were the odds? A BSAA VTOL down in his neighborhood, ditched in the ocean, waiting for SAR. Kai Kallik is a product of his raising, though he would vehemently (and violently) deny it to any bold and foolish enough to claim it aloud, and in this he sees opportunity. Leverage. This is how the Aegaeon finds its way near the floating wreck in the small hours of the morning, two skiffs deployed to recover the shaken and shivering crew.

It isn't the rescue effort, or even that it's a BSAA asset that has him on the attack, however. It's that one of his skiff crews had radioed back, mid-recovery, that there was something in the water. The way he'd said "something" might well have been code, because Kallik puts two and two together, decides it might be an ambush at worst or a terrible coincidence at best, and sets to investigating why the fuck a marine BOW is anywhere near his small fleet -- and what it is, for that matter.

To that end, then, he steps overboard when no one is looking. If his crew knows about his tendencies, they pretend they don't. Manticore is as practiced as slipping on his long gray deck coat now, and in seconds he is a sleek gray missile rocketing toward the scene. He passes eighty feet below the skiffs as they return to the Aegaeon to settle their new, temporary passengers.

It does not take his electrosense long to find her. She might as well be a billboard in the open water. He was never much of a diplomat -- always talked with his blade, or his rifle, and now is no different. The shark-like beast goes for her tail: hardly lethal, maybe not even crippling, but between his razor teeth and the strength that drives them into one side of the appendage, it is one hell of a warning.

Kelpie was swimming at full speed. In the vastness of the ocean, she felt free. Not scared of being tracked down and captured. Instead, she could focus fully on hunting. She was getting closer to the tuna. They were getting so close to the tuna, chasing it even as it swimmed upwards. She had been so focused that she had forgotten to camouflage. The fish was so close. She opened her jaw to bite it when she felt a sharp pain in her tail.

Kelpie quickly turned around, ripping their tail out of his mouth. The crocodile like bioweapon snarled, but when she saw what bit her, she stopped. She wasn't exactly she what this shark like creature was. But she felt like she had seen him before. She tried to recall where, but it resulted in a pounding headache.

They looked down at him before looking up. They began swimming towards the surface, hoping it was intelligent enough to talk. Her head poked out of the water. "Do I know you?" She asked.

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"Stay back!" Kelpie pointed the make shift trident at the person in front of them. "S-stay back or you'll get it!" They snarled, but fear revealed it's self through her voice. Still, she stood her ground.

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"There are no children." She said bluntly. "I've yet to see a single child amongst the masses." Kelpie shivered at the cold breeze. She did terrible in the cold. She was attempting to move down towards the south so she'd be somewhere warmer. "But we will need to be careful."

"I saw you out there, fighting for your life." Kelpie hissed out. They was stalking after the women. Not knowing if she was part of the BSAA or any of the groups that were hunting them.

Jill spins on her heels to find the source of the voice addressing her, and sees someone standing before her. They look human, but not...exactly, and it's clear by their physical condition they've been through hell themselves. She's cautious, sizing the stranger up, but not yet reaching for her weapon.

"You've been watching me," Jill observes plainly and calmly. Evidently, there are other actors at play here. She wonders if the stranger might be an undercover operative, or a B.O.W. sent to kill her by Los Illuminados, the KGB or some remnant of the Spencer family or Umbrella Corporation, but she's never seen a B.O.W. display such obvious sapience before: Typically they're uncontrollable shambling monstrosities, or soldiers programed to obey orders without question with no free will of their own.

She decides to take a chance, slowly beginning to raise her hands, but not keeping them far from her holster.

"May I ask who you are, and why you're following me?" Jill asks carefully and politely.

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Kelpie turns around and silently began leading them. "We'll have to cut through the village. Be careful. Don't engage anyone or anything." They warned.

"I saw you out there, fighting for your life." Kelpie hissed out. They was stalking after the women. Not knowing if she was part of the BSAA or any of the groups that were hunting them.

Jill spins on her heels to find the source of the voice addressing her, and sees someone standing before her. They look human, but not...exactly, and it's clear by their physical condition they've been through hell themselves. She's cautious, sizing the stranger up, but not yet reaching for her weapon.

"You've been watching me," Jill observes plainly and calmly. Evidently, there are other actors at play here. She wonders if the stranger might be an undercover operative, or a B.O.W. sent to kill her by Los Illuminados, the KGB or some remnant of the Spencer family or Umbrella Corporation, but she's never seen a B.O.W. display such obvious sapience before: Typically they're uncontrollable shambling monstrosities, or soldiers programed to obey orders without question with no free will of their own.

She decides to take a chance, slowly beginning to raise her hands, but not keeping them far from her holster.

"May I ask who you are, and why you're following me?" Jill asks carefully and politely.

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Somewhere, deep inside of Kelpie, made her want to scream. Scream at this woman for daring to save that girl when no one would save her... would save her from... him...

Kelpie clutched her head as a pounding headache erupted. Memories long forgotten, causing a burning pain. She grunted and closed her eye. Hiding her pain the best she could. "I saw you nearly get killed. If you want to march towards you're funeral be my guest." She took another step forward. "And if I wanted you dead, I would have already struck."

"I saw you out there, fighting for your life." Kelpie hissed out. They was stalking after the women. Not knowing if she was part of the BSAA or any of the groups that were hunting them.

Jill spins on her heels to find the source of the voice addressing her, and sees someone standing before her. They look human, but not...exactly, and it's clear by their physical condition they've been through hell themselves. She's cautious, sizing the stranger up, but not yet reaching for her weapon.

"You've been watching me," Jill observes plainly and calmly. Evidently, there are other actors at play here. She wonders if the stranger might be an undercover operative, or a B.O.W. sent to kill her by Los Illuminados, the KGB or some remnant of the Spencer family or Umbrella Corporation, but she's never seen a B.O.W. display such obvious sapience before: Typically they're uncontrollable shambling monstrosities, or soldiers programed to obey orders without question with no free will of their own.

She decides to take a chance, slowly beginning to raise her hands, but not keeping them far from her holster.

"May I ask who you are, and why you're following me?" Jill asks carefully and politely.

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"That's good. Thank you so much..." Kelpie let out a yawn. "I owe you a lot." They sat down on the couch, looking up at Ashely. "I'm sorry for all the trouble I'm putting you through. If I can repay you let me know.

"Thank you." Kelpie smiled, taking the towels and clothes. "I'll just stay sleep on the couch. I've slept on worse places."

Kelpie walked off and took a shower. When she came out, she was wearing Ashley's sweater and pajama pants. "These are very comfortable. Thank you..." they yawned.