The Rogues (RP Thread)- HTTYD/Criminal RP (closed)
To everyone who is participating in this roleplay:
Here is where it will begin! I'm thinking I'll start it once all the forms are turned in. Just let me know when y'all are ready.
Me (Skari & Akrep)
kcrockett (Anikay & Thorn)
Stormstriker217 (Copperblaze & Raika)
Warriorsandfoxes (Sylvan & BrokenBone)
VoSpader (Lupus & Basalt)
Red Wind123 (TBD)
Starke Raving Madmen (Topaz & Minty)
That's all for now! Thanks for joining.
I am ready!
This'll be fun!
Ready and waiting!!!
Here and ready!
I'm going to be dropping out, but I will be tracking from afar.
Won't be able to post until later today though.
OK, so I've got a few questions.
First, on a scale from "regular torture" to "guards are their best friends", how badly are they treated?
Have our characters met before, or have they been kept in separate areas before randomly being moved to the same area and meeting each other?
If they have all been moved, is there a reason?
What about plot twists? Similarly, is there an overlying reason that these specific vikings were captured, or are they just random people that escape?
How powerful are the villains?
So that's all I have for now. I may come up with more later.
This is really interesting! Unfortunately, some of your answers have given me even more questions, so bear with me here.
Ok, so I'm thinking my character has cooperated pretty well, considering she's been imprisoned for about 4 years. Would the guards end up giving her anything (books, paper, pencils, etc.) to pass the time? Additionally, what have we been doing with our days before we get moved? Have we been occasionally let out to walk around/exercise?
How do we prevent two or more people having vastly different ideas on where the plot should go?
How does Agvard end up knowing about us, and vice versa? (Also I've been kinda on an omnipotent villain kick so I think that's the source of the villain related questions) Will we fight Dragon Hunters before and after we know about Agvard, or just after?
Will we eventually end up meeting Hiccup and the rest of the Dragon Riders? (To be honest I kind of hope so because I feel like that would be a really good source of drama.) If so, how will that affect our villain fighting? Will Viggo play any part?
On average, are our dragons mainly aggressive or mainly curious to us when we first meet them? Do they know each other pretty well, or have they ignored or not met each other?
A lot of these questions will probably get answered eventually but I guess I want us all to be on the same page with stuff. I'm also just naturally a pretty impatient person, too, no matter how much I hide it. ;)
Posted my character ^^
Yep a roo!
Ready when you are!
... a travelin' through this world of woe...
Paz had hummed that song for the umpteenth time that day, and was thankful that she was only one around to hear it.
And at the same time, wished there was.
"Ahg! I need a life!"
"And how do you plan on getting one?"
"I don't, just sayin'."
"That's the 365th time you've said that this year-"
"Really? I was sure it was more than that."
"WOULD YOU QUIT INTTERUPTING ME!"
Paz paused, thinking she heard a guard coming her way. She peered out of her cell. With no one in sight, she continued.
"Look, all I'm sayin' is that you are prabably on the edge of insanity. You need more human contact. Maybe if you could convince the guards to move you..."
"And then what? Buddy up with some low lifes?"
"Oh, like your so perfect! Which is why your stuck here in the first place."
"You bring that up again I-"
"How exactly do you plan on finishing that sentence?"
Now that stopped Paz right there. With a sigh of defeat, she plumped down in the corner of the cell, crossing her arms.
"I need a change." She grumbled.
((See you tomorrow Squiid!))
Lupus was sitting in the corner of her cell. She was looking down at her finger nails, scraper in them against the cemetery walls, trying to get them sharpened to a sharp but jagged point. She was running her pointer finger up and down against the wall when suddenly her had slipped and she scraped it against the wall. Lupus quickly pulled her hand back and put it within her other hand, as if to hide it. She slowly pulled her hand back into her view when she saw that it was bleeding. She cursed and tired to the best of her abilities to try to clean it. Which basically included trying to get the blood off by wiping it onto her musty shirt.
After getting the bleeding to stop, she stood up and looked around the room. Like always it was small, cold, damp, dark, and barren. She walked over to the bats off her cell and put her hands over the bars. She saw a guard that she across the room from her. He smelt like a dirty dish rag.
The blood on her hands was now dry and it had formed into multiple different scabbes over her hand. She stuck the muzzle of her wolf mask through the bars of the cage, so that it was stocking out enough that people could see life into this barren cell.
The guard finally looked over at her and he actually fumbled with his weapon when he saw her. He only let down his guard a bit because she was so queit, but when he saw her he freaked out. Of corse that's how you saw prisoners who dry blood on her hands, wearing ragged clothes, and wolf masks. Like a monster.
She looked away from the guard and went back inside and her cell. She walked over to the wall and slowly slid down it until she was sitting on the floor again. The guard that was guarding her was not the one that was usually there. If it was, he wouldn't have freaked out. But he did.
Lupus had overheard some guards talking about a rearrangement of cells. She hoped that that was true. If so, she might be moved to a place that actually had people near it. She hadn't have human contact for ten years now. The only people she even saw was the guards. But through all 10 years, she had never touched one of them.
All she could do, was queitly wait for a sign. A hope? Maybe a dream.
Copperblaze woke to the scraping sound of a rusty key turning in an equally rusty lock. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she looked out the small window in her cell and blearily wondered what could be so important that they had to come in before the sun had come out. But it wasn't like it hadn't happened before. After 5 years in Outcast prison, she'd become used to waking at even the slightest sound.
"Get up," grunted a heavily accented voice. Oh, so it was Codguts. He was big, burly and brawny, but surprisingly was one of the guards that had treated her the best over the course of her time here. He'd watched her grow from a scrawny preteen to an equally scrawny near-adult, and she liked to think that under his bulky exterior, he actually had something of a heart. Well, maybe. It was a toss-up, really.
Big hands gently but firmly shook her, but Copperblaze feigned sleep in the vain hope that he'd leave her alone. "I know you're awake," he grumbled. "Now you'd better open those eyes this second, lassie, or I'll take your breakfast away!"
"Fine, fine," she groaned. "I knew it wouldn't work, anyway." She opened her eyes and sat up, pushing off her cloak/blanket (a Snoggletog gift from her grandmother and her most treasured possession). "Wait, didn't you say something about breakfast?"
"Aye, lass, I did, but there's no breakfast here now. That was a trick to get you to wake up!" he said, crossing his arms. "Now I'm not supposed to tell you this, but we've got another shipment of prisoners coming in."
"Another?" Copperblaze interrupted. "Where are they all coming from? And wait, what exactly does this have to do with me?"
"I was getting to that," he snarled angrily. "Don't interrupt me!"
"Ok, sorry! Sorry!"
"As I was saying," he continued, still annoyed, "We've got another shipment of prisoners coming in. And that means that they have to move the other prisoners around. Now come on, get going!"
"Wait, what?" That had certainly never happened before.
"You heard me. You are getting moved to another cell today, and you'd better do it quick, or Alvin will have my hide and yours for taking so long!"
"Can I take my stuff with me?"
He laughed. "Oh, you'd better! If someone discovered all that," he said, gesturing to her pile of papers, "we'd all be in big trouble!"
Copperblaze quickly tried to organize her meager pile of belongings. There wasn't much, a scrap heap of papers filled with drawings, a tiny ink jar and a quill, and a raggedy book of poetry, filled with tales of heroics and war. "Where am I going?" she asked, gathering it all to her chest.
"Now that, lassie, is for me to know, and for you to find out!" He winked, pulling out the red bandanna that she always had to wear whenever she got let out. She hated the bandanna.
"I have a name, you know," Copperblaze muttered. She closed her eyes as the cloth was tied around her eyes, and the world went black.
It had been a few hours since Copperblaze had been transferred to a new cell. As far as prison cells went, this one seemed pretty nice, actually. It was slightly bigger than her old one, and instead of it being a one-cell room, there were several others next door. Would more people be coming? She hoped so. The sun had risen now, judging from the light coming from her new window, giving her enough light to read.
As she re-read her book of poems again, she idly drew the dragon the current hero was slaying. Letting her mind wander, she decided that it looked a lot more like Peanut, the Terrible Terror she'd had back on Berk. It had been an experiment, to see if she had been ready to enroll in Dragon Training and get a real dragon partner.
It... hadn't worked out that well. Peanut was the most boring dragon out there, preferring to sleep in the sun and eat rather than do anything worthwhile. The only thing she'd managed to train him to do was poop outside of the house, and even that had not been an easy feat. Her family had often wondered how he'd ever survived before living with them.
She sighed. She missed her home, her family, her friends. She even missed Peanut. How were they doing? Did they miss her? Maybe one day she'd find a way back, but how? Outcasts would never let a prisoner go.
Her thoughts were broken off by the sound of the cell block doors opening. An unfamiliar guard forcibly dragged a new person into the room and locked them into the cell right next to her. Another person! This had never happened before.
She tried to contain her excitement. "Hi, I'm Copperblaze," she offered. "Who are you? What are you in for?" she asked to the shadowy figure. Yes! First contact with a non-guard in 5 years! She thought she might burst with anticipation. Now all they needed to do was respond and they'd have an actual conversation going! Wow!
Sylvan was walking down the halls, head bowed and glaring back at the guards forcing her on. Her hands were tied behind her back with chains, and she had practically lost circulation from her wrists down.
"Keep movin`." one of them said, poking her back with the tip of his spear. She arched her back forward to try and avoid the spear, but he only pressed it in ha.rder.
"S'what you get, traitor." The second scoffed, actually hitting her with the blunt side of his spear. She growled and was tempted to lash back, but she knew that would only give her another scar.
"Aight, move her in here." A new guard said, pointing to a cell connected to two others.
"In you go." The guard easily lifted her up clean off the ground and threw her in. The door slammed shut and she groaned, feeling fresh, warm blood starting to trail down her cheek from where she had been scraped the ground. 'Oh, and of course, they didnt untie me....' she thought balefully.
Paz was still laying in ther corner of her cell when she heard footsteps coming her way. She got to her feet when an all too familiar figure stopped in front of her. The gruff guard opened the door and motioned for her to come out, not saying a word. Not sure what was going on, Paz uncertainly stepped out and followed him through the halls. The stoic man didn't even bother to bind her or anything. He didn't need to. They had broke her long ago. Paz rubbed the deep, normally pink scar across her right eye, which was burning again, making it turn an irriataing red.
Releasing a shaky breath, she couldn't help but relive the memory. It was only a few months after she had arrived, and she had the brilliant idea of trying to escape. Let's just say her punishment wasn't pleasant.
'Where is he taking me?' She thought, glancing at her escourt. 'Have they finally decided I wasn't worth the trouble of feeding or something?'
Seeming to hear her pondering, he finally spoke, "Movin' cells. Needed to make room for some newcomers."
Paz nodded in acknowledgment, relieved that at least she wasn't being sent to her death. Eventually, they turned down the last hallway and stopped at what appeared to be a dead end of sorts with about eight or so cells, two of which were already occupied. The man opened one and she walked in before he decided to shove her. When he finally left, the young girl finally looked around. Her two neighbors were both females, seeming to be only a few years older than her. It was tough for her to tell though, considering how long it'd been since she'd seen someone other than a middle aged fat guy.
'Maybe I should get introductions over with...' She wondered before looking around at all the empty cells, getting another idea.
'Actually, I should probably wait for the place to be filled up first. No need to repeat something more than once, right?'
As she struggled to get back on her feet, yet more prisoners were moved in close by her. But she didnt really take too much time to ponder it though; she was more focused on trying to untie herself.
"The least you could do is get these stu.pid things off..." She growled at the guard who`d thrown her in, who was taking his leave.
"Oh, poor thing, did we leave you tied up? My bad." The guard sneered, not turning, and continuted on.
Sylvan backed herself up against a wall and sighed, starting to think of a way to get free.
"Hello?" Copperblaze asked again. "Is someone in there? Can you hear me?"
She hoped she wasn't just hallucinating. She'd heard of some people going crazy in prison from lack of human contact, and had been terrified of that ever since she'd learned of it.
There were more people coming in now, dragged kicking and screaming, literally. She felt a bit bad for them, but really, the best way to be treated better was cooperation. So many people loved to taunt or defy the guards, but all that did was more punishment. No, the right way to go was just go along with it.
Copperblaze fiddled with her hands as she peered into the darkness. Really, she hoped someone would just answer her. Everyone was all in the same boat here, the least they could do was talk! Maybe then they'd figure out what was going on...
"Is someone in there? Can you hear me?"
Paz's eyes snapped open from the half sleep she was in, alarmed by the female voice that was definetly not hers. It took her a minute to remember what had happened. After a second, she slowed her breathing and answered.
"I'm here. Who're you?"
She watched the new guard carefully. There was a reason why the old one wasn't here. It was probably for a meeting or something. Wait, not a meeting. She didn't think Outcast guards were smart enough to have meetings.
Then finally, after what seemed like hours, her old guard came back with an evil grin of his face. "Time to get this over with," he said cracking his knuckles. Lupus looked him straight in the eyes. He wasn't going to kill her, right? Then, he took out his key ring and unlocked her cell.
He stepped in and Lupus growled at him. "Oh, come on girl. You don't want us to start calling you mutt, do you?" He asked. The other guards around laughed. Lupus eyes darted around to meet all of their eyes. But that didn't happen, most of them were closed. And they all looked alike aways.
The main guard finally was able to grab her and he pulled her out of her cell. "Time to go," he said.
"Get your slimey hands off of me you snake!" She yelled at him.
"Ha! The girl speaks." He said. Then he kicked her behind her knees and she collapsed onto the floor. "Get up girl! We need to relocate you!"
Lupus unwillingly stood up. She looked into the guards eyes and slowly started walking forwards, the guards hands still holding her arm together. At least Lupus knew that she wasn't going to die. But when the guard said 'relocated' that could mean Valhalla too. Lupus silently prayed to Odin as they walked.
Finally the guard brought her to a new cell and opened the door. She looked around at the other cells, they all contained girls except one that held a man. She looked them all in the eyes before trying to squirm a bit to get the guard to drop her. The guard only laughed and threw her inside the cell. He was still laughing as he locked the cell and walked away.
Lupus queitly crawled over to the corner of her new cell. Not like she needed any of the new people anyways.
There was a person in the next cell! Conversation: started! Her social skills, while pretty much nonexistent to begin with, had definitely not improved during her time in prison. She fully intended to blame any awkwardness on that.
"Hi, I'm Copperblaze," she started. "I've been here for about 5 years, I think. It's hard to tell. Ever since the Outcasts raided Berk, I've been their prisoner. There was a break-in a few months after I was captured. I hope that was Berk freeing the rest of the people that got captured with me, but I have no idea. I wish I knew how my family was doing, though. Do they miss me? They probably think I'm dead."
She broke her thoughts off there, before she got too emotional. There was a time and a place, she knew, and now was neither the time nor the place. "So what about you?" she asked. "What's your story?"
(Whoops, a bit late. So now there's two people I could be talking to. Oh well, I guess I'll just be talking to whoever replies first)
Katla gripped a tiny peddle in her hand. She took aim and threw it at the Outcast standing guard near her cell. The pebble landed on his helmet and he turned to face Katla. She let out a small giggle, making the Outcast growl. Another guard and chatted about who knows what. Katla didn't really pay attention, actually she didn't really care. The guards approached her cell to unlock it and forced her out of the cell. "Come on you nuisance. We're relocating you." Katla only replied with a huff. They came to a hault to a set of cells that held other prisoners aswell. Before they unlocked the cell, Katla threw her head back and bang it against the Outcast that held her. This made his grip loosen, but before she could make a break for it she was punched by the accompanied Outcast and shoved her into the cell. Katla's vision went dull for a moment, but eventually came back.
As Copperblaze was ranting about her backstory, Paz had picked up the detail that she was from Berk, which sent her face into a grimace.
'Oh, so she's one of them...'
Paz had a disliking for the Hairy Hooligan tribe something fierce. While she did live there for a time, being an outsider, she hadn't been treated very well. In fact, it was partially their fault that she was there in the first place.
Fortunately, a new voice, this one of a young man (or at least younger than she was used to) answered her question. During that time, Paz could hear someone in another cell struggling with something, probably bonds, while two more girls were brought in.
The first one had a wolf mask on and sat in the corner when the guards left. The other one, when one of the men was about to open the door, started attacking them. She failed though, and once the guards left, Paz turned to her and gave the deadest deadpan that she could muster.
"Really." She commented.
"Yeah, the most civilized thing they done is take a bath once a year, half of the time." She muttered under her breath.
Copperblaze laughed. This new guy was actually pretty funny! "Okay, that sounds like a really good story. How did that happen? I'd love to hear more," she said, feeling a strange heat on her face. Oh no, was she blushing? She hoped it wasn't visible through the shadows of the prison.
"It's nice to be able to talk to people," she commented. "Well, real people. No, no, I mean, the guards are nice and all, but you know, they have their jobs, and they don't really respond much so maybe they don't count, but well, they are people-"
Oh perfect, she was rambling now. "Great going, Copperblaze, the first man you've talked to in five years now thinks you're completely weird. Oh no, did I say that out loud?"
Sure her face was about ten times redder now, she attempted to salvage her train of thought-and her dignity. "What I mean to say is, it's nice to to talk to people who listen, and respond back in words, not grunts."
She sank into the corner of her cell, wishing that she could fall into a deep pit and stay there for the rest of eternity. Five years in prison had not helped with her social skills. Or her hormones. At all.
Finally, there was light! The sun had decided to make an opportune appearance and shined directly through the small window. It wasn't much, but it was enough for her eyes, used to the near blackness, to have to squint until they adjusted.
As she opened them, she caught her first glimpse of Skari. Then immediately averted her eyes, instead attempting to discreetly stare at him in her peripheral vision. He was- well, good-looking was an understatement. He wasn't the typical Berkian male, which was perfectly alright with her. Most of them were too much brawn, not enough brain. Granted there was Hiccup, but, well, he was Hiccup, and she was pretty sure Astrid would dismember anyone who seemed a bit too attached. No, Skari seemed like the perfect middle ground.
'Get ahold of yourself, Copperblaze,' she scolded herself. 'He's not interested, so quit thinking like that!' She searched around for a new topic, realizing that she'd almost forgotten what he'd said a few minutes ago.
He'd scooted closer to her side of his cell while she'd been distracted, and was now idly studying her. She blinked, and nearly instantly went as red as her hair. That seemed to be happening a lot since he'd come into the cell block. Gah, new topic, new topic!
"Well, I don't have any heroic tales like you," she settled with. Storytelling. Always a good way to diffuse an awkward situation. "But there was this one time, when my brother and I decided to prank a Zippleback..."
She saw Skari's eyes widen slightly. "Yeah, we had the brilliant idea of putting dragon nip in her salmon. It was really funny, too. I didn't know dragons could get so drunk!" She laughed. That had been a good one, almost Ruffnut and Tuffnut worthy. "But when she woke up, wow, was she mad. We smelled like smoke for weeks!"
Her comment seeming to be ignored, Paz let herself fall into silence. After a few minutes of listening to the others talk, which was surprisingly calming, the others grew silent and for just a moment felt someone's gaze on her.
'They probably noticed my eye, whoever it was.' She decided before looked around at the group and an idea came to her.
"So, who else feels like giving out there life story?"
Double post sorry
A while after Skari had asked his last question, the cells were eerily quiet. The girl next to Copperblaze looked fast asleep on the ground, and she couldn't tell what the people across from her were doing. Skari was sitting on the ground, his back to the wall. He was either sleeping or lost in thought, she wasn't sure.
Copperblaze pulled her belongings out of her cape bundle and put it back on, grabbing her most recent drawing as she did. Peanut the Terrible Terror was still unfinished, so she set about doing that. Fixing a smudge, she altered his pose so that he was sleeping, the most accurate pose for him that she could think of.
With her hands occupied, her mind was free to wander. Was there more to life than being cooped up in a cell? The only way to find that out would be to escape, but how? She'd likely need everyone there with her to even make an attempt, and there was no guarantee that would work either. What could they do? Copperblaze didn't have an answer.
'Ok.... This thing needs a key to open, so if I break the lock, I`m good.' she thought, looking around for anything to use. But she found not a something, but a someONE.
She edged up the wall until she was standing and kicked a stone out into the open to get a random guard`s attention. He spotted the stone flying across the room and looked back at her. Sylvan didnt say anything, she just stared the guard down. Eventually he turned around again. She kicked another stone his way, making it just miss him. He looked back at her again, showing signs of annoyance. When he turned around a second time, she moved up to the bars of her cell, kicking one more stone, aiming it at the little exposed flesh of his neck.
"What is it with you!?!" he stormed over to her when the stone hit. He lashed out with his sword, being careful to aim through the bars so he could hit her. Sylvan did a quick 180 so her back was facing him by the time the sword was about to hit her, and instead hit her chains on the links near the lock. It didnt break the links, but they were close to breaking point. The guard went in for another hit, but she easily moved out of the way.
'These bars look strong enough,' she thought, slamming her backside into the bars where the links were weak. She could feel her restraints breaking. Once again she slammed into the bars, and this time the links broke, and the chains clattered to the ground. She sighed with relief and gripped her wrists gingerly.
Copperblaze watched in astonishment and slight horror as the girl in the cell across from her baited the guard into slashing his sword right at her. Just as she was sure it was going to hit her, the girl moved, making the sword hit the heavy padlock of the chains wrapped around her wrists. She'd then banged her body against the cell bars, finally breaking them. She nursed her injured wrists as Copperblaze sat by, gaping.
The guard scoffed, turning to leave. Copperblaze turned to the crazy girl. "Are-are you alright?" she asked. "Who are you, and why were you wearing those chains in the first place, anyway?"
Sylvan reclined back against the wall, feeling very pleased with herself. The guard whom she`d tricked had high-tailed it out of there in embarassment, not wanting to get caught for unintentionally helping to free a prisoner.
"A-Are you alright? Who are you, and why were you wearing those chains in the first place anyway??"
She spotted a girl staring at her, wide-eyed and gaping.
'Oh good, I`ve made a scene.' she thought sarcastically.
"Call me Sylvan..... And these knuckleheads take a particular joy out of giving me special torture..."