Bellicose is a futuristic fantasy rpg set on an original planet by the same name.
Gods and Monsters walk the Earth and an ancient Deity long since forgotten rattles her chains. She's been caged for too long, betrayed by her treacherous children: Nocturna, Jaecaer, Tythos, Marika, and Incarnate. They bound her in fear and locked her away. Then, they cast down her lover; stripped him of all powers and memories. It was his curse to be reborn a mortal over and over, never to remember his deific status.
But there are whispers circling of an unrest in the Celestial Realm. Mother is calling. The bonds are fading. A deity, bound to a temporal form, is beginning to remember his place. With each new memory, the draw of Mother grows louder. The Gods fear a war is approaching. With Mother enraged and the shackles weakening, she is starting to influence the mortals to her side as she calls to them in their sleep and subconscious thoughts. Those loyal to the fallen Gods are showing their colors as the Deities break apart. The Pantheon is preparing for battle and calling forth all who are capable of fighting in their honor.
The question is: Just who exactly is left for them to call on?
Theron Lupo is the sweetest ball of murder with an unpleasant past on the block. He loves cuddling, hugging, affection, animals, dancing, singing, yoga, and defending others. He's incredibly loyal and protective of those close to him.
Don't let his 10,000-watt grin and tendency to cry over the slightest bit of affection or at the sight of baby animals fool you; he's a highly trained and lethal killer.
[attr="class","sinbody"]Theron's heart beat to an almost prestissimo tempo as he raced through the ruins of Caefeld. There was a twisting in his gut that just wouldn't go away. Hope and fear rose in equal measures as he grew closer to the Resistance headquarters. Hope, for he had just found out that his son might very well be here. Fear that they were wrong and it was just coincidence. The voice yelling behind him to slow down was promptly ignored. This was his son, or so he hoped. A son he never got to meet. A son born into slavery because of him. A son who suffered and grew up alone because Theron couldn't find him. How could he possibly slow down?
He had no time for obstacles and simply vaulted over crumbling walls. Years of training allowed him to make short work of the distance. Pupils, once slitted in the light of day, blew out as he made his way into the darkened underground corridor. His hands trembled fiercely as he slipped from room to room, all but hysteric in the way he asked for direction. The bewildered looks he got were paid no mind. He had something far more pressing to attend to. People moved out of his way as he sprinted toward the makeshift war room, recognizing him as a Wolf from the unique nokidium-weaved armor he hadn't bothered to retract. It never even crossed his mind. Once the words slipped from Leonardo's mouth, Theron seemed to gain tunnel vision. Everything else was put on the back burner as he ran.
Desperate prayers and pleas fell from his lips in panted breaths, begging the gods to let this be true. He didn't know if he could handle it if it turned out to be someone else. Soon enough, the closed door leading to his destination came into view. It suddenly seemed so imposing and the thickness in his throat grew so intense, it almost felt as if he couldn't breathe. He lurched forward and slammed the door open, searching almost feverishly for the face he'd seen in the pictures. The fact that he'd hit a man with the door, and quite hard at that, was lost on him once his eyes landed on a face too familiar to be anything but his own flesh and blood.
The air seemed to get sucked from his lungs and his eyes burned. It was him. It was his son, and by the Gods was he a taller version of Theron. There was no little boy, but a full grown man, face hard with determination and fire. Theron had missed it all, from his birth to his growth. His first steps, his first words. Everything. All of those were done under the hands of a slaver and that fact alone killed him. But here he was, free and safe. It was only when brown eyes met his that the haze faded away and reality came crashing into him with the force of a freight train.
Shaking hands rose to cover his mouth and tears fell shamelessly like a flood. He took tentative steps toward the man, almost as if he were afraid everything would shatter and he'd awaken from a dream if he made one wrong move. Theron was shorter, nearly a foot so, and had to crane his head back to look up at the face so like the one he seen almost every day in the mirror. All the words he'd dreamt of saying if this moment ever arrived seemed to shrivel up and die on his lips. His brain appeared to have shut off and all he could do is stare. All he could really say was, "It's you."
His voice seemed so fragile as it wobbled with unbidden emotion. He seemed so fragile, like he was made from cracked glass. Each passing moment only made those cracks spiderweb. Then, he swept forward and engulfed the taller man in a bone crushing hug. "It's you. Gods, it's really you." His voice was muffled as he buried his face into the rough fabric of Dillan's clothing. True, the other may shove him away, may not realize who he was. It'd hurt, but Theron wouldn't mind. Maybe he would recognize him and still shove him away, hate him for the life he'd been born into. That would certainly kill Theron, but he couldn't blame Dillan if he felt that way.
Shame washed over him as he thought of a little boy forced into shackles, punished for being a living being, treated like he was less than an animal. Theron was choking now. The cries grew into sobs and his whole body trembled as if he were seismic. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I wasn't...I.." The words cut off as he couldn't properly articulate what he felt. Everything narrowed down to this moment and what Dillan had been through. The elf had dreamt of this moment for years. Every time he awoke, he was heartbroken that it wasn't real. Now that it was really happening, it felt less real than in his sleep. "Please forgive me." It felt more than he was worth asking, but he couldn't hold it back. "Please."
[attr="class","sintag"] Dillan Lupox 870 x LET'S GET EMOTIONAL, WOO
Standing over the war map, Dillan felt a small tug on his pant leg. Looking down at his little sister, Pip, he sent a fond smile at the little toddler. "Dillan can we play now?" she asked, giving him the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes she could muster. The male sighed, "Pip, I'm a little busy and- oh come on not with the lip." he said as the younger female stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. [break][break] The male had been planning an attack to weaken the tyrants from the ground up when the toddler came into the war room, asking him to play tag with her. Usually Dillan would play with her, but he has been planning this for weeks and he had found a small flaw in his plan. This set him back about a week and Dillan swore to himself that he'd get the plan done and to Maelynn as soon as he possibly could. Now that Pip was asking him to play tore his heart in two ways, with the larger part saying to play with her. [break][break] Dillan was still looking down at Pip when he heard a rather loud bang and a pained yell come from Jack followed by a thump. Footsteps seemed to stop in the room and this commotion caused Pip to hide herself under the table like Dillan had taught her. He moved slightly to cover Pip and looked up. The sight before him caused his heart to come to a near stop. [break][break] Ignoring Jack's unconscious form on the ground Dillan's eyes were focused on the male standing across from him, and by the Gods Dillan looked just like him. He was taller than the other, and he was still in his armor. He had heard some rumors going around that someone in the pack looked like him and might possibly be his father, but Dillan had tossed those thoughts to the side while he worked on plans. Now, there was the living proof and something inside the half-elf stirred, a feeling of relief. This was his father. He was here and actually cared to look for him. [break][break] Surprise overtook the taller male when he was pulled into a tight hug. He went rigid for a little then reciprocated the hug, with the same amount of bone crushing he was getting. "It's you. Gods, it's really you." Theron's voice was muffled by Dillan's clothes and Dillan felt some tears well up in his own eyes. [break][break] He couldn't form words, the lump in his throat wouldn't allow him. He shook lightly as tears began to spill from his eyes. It was when Theron started apologizing and asking him to forgive him that Dillan was able to actually form sentences. [break][break] "I forgive you, Gods I forgive you, f-for everything. You..you couldn't do anything about it and none of it is your fault. Please dad, don't think it's your fault." he said, words shaking and bordering on begging the elf not to blame himself for what he couldn't help with. "You're here now dad, you..y-you actually came for us. That's..that's more than I-we could have ever hoped for." he said, trying to squeeze Theron tighter. [break][break] A small sneeze came from under the table and Dillan realized he forgot to tell Pip it was okay to come out. She crawled out the sound of his apologizing and looked at the two males. "Dillan. What's wrong? Who's this? Why are you crying?" the blonde haired girl asked, lip trembling and eyes watering at the sight of the two crying. [break][break] "P-Pip, it's okay. It's dad. He's here Pip. What did I tell you" he said, smiling through his tears. The little girl gasped and basically threw herself around Theron and Dillan's legs. "Papa?" she asked, sniffling and looking up at Theron with hopeful eyes.
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Theron Lupo is the sweetest ball of murder with an unpleasant past on the block. He loves cuddling, hugging, affection, animals, dancing, singing, yoga, and defending others. He's incredibly loyal and protective of those close to him.
Don't let his 10,000-watt grin and tendency to cry over the slightest bit of affection or at the sight of baby animals fool you; he's a highly trained and lethal killer.
[attr="class","sinbody"]"I forgive you, Gods I forgive you, f-for everything. You..you couldn't do anything about it and none of it is your fault. Please dad, don't think it's your fault." Hearing those words meant more to Theron than he could ever articulate. He grit his teeth as he tried to choke back his sobs, but the effort was ultimately futile. The elf was too overcome with emotion at this point to keep it in. When he felt the warmth of Dillan's tears hitting him, Theron hugged him tighter. Perhaps the embrace was bordering on painful at this point, but he had years to make up for. And Dillan was hugging back just as tightly. Which, admittedly, only made Theron more emotional, if possible.
The small elf rubbed circles across his son's back in an attempt to comfort him, despite the fact that he was in just as bad shape, if not worse. "You're here now dad, you..y-you actually came for us. That's..that's more than I-we could have ever hoped for." Theron breathed in stuttering gasps as he tried to calm himself. The tight hug Dillan gave him only made his efforts more difficult as he felt a new wave of joy and remorse hit him. After a brief moment, he leaned back slightly, though he refused to break the embrace. "Of course I came for you. I've been searching for years. I just...I'm sorry it took so long." It took an almost embarrassingly long moment for the words to really click.
One could pinpoint the moment Theron understood. His watery, hazel-green eyes widened and he sucked in a sharp breath of air. "We?" If that meant what Theron thought it did...He was unaware of anyone else here beyond Dillan. Sure, he new the possibility that he had more kids given his past was very high, and he searched to his best efforts for any kids he may have, but to find two in one day? His heart felt like it was going to fly right out of his chest and the trembling only increased.
That's when a light sneeze came from beneath the large table and Theron's wide-eyed gaze turned to the source. His breathing only increased in tempo as a little blonde haired girl crawled out from beneath her shelter. She bore less resemblance to Theron than his son. Perhaps she was really Dillan's kid. If she was brought into the world in the same manner as his son, Theron didn't know if he'd be able to handle that. "Dillan. What's wrong? Who's this? Why are you crying?" Her voice was high and sweet as she questioned the crying man. "P-Pip, it's okay. It's dad. He's here Pip. What did I tell you"
The world felt as if it tilted sideways and the ground fell away. He stared at the small elven girl with something akin to amazement. She was young, maybe six or seven at best. And if she really was his daughter, then that meant she was conceived just before his escape. The thought left him somewhat queasy, but he couldn't feel anything but almost pained joy at the sight of her. She turned bright, hopeful eyes to him and let out a little gasp. Then, she flung herself toward his and Dillan's legs.
Those cerulean eyes turned up to him as she spoke. "Papa?" He dropped to his knees as if he had no control and hugged her, careful to retract his gauntlets first. "Yeah, it's me Pip. Papa's here. I'm finally here." His eyes burned in an attempt to keep the tears back for the sake of his empathetic daughter. That was a real show of willpower. "I'm...I'm sorry I took so long."
Finally, he pulled back and looked at her with a small grin. Hazel eyes scanned her face, as if he could burn it into his memory. "Look at you, getting big on me already." Theron missed her firsts, just like he missed Dillan's. But, he still had a chance to watch her grow up and let the fates mark his words, he wouldn't miss this opportunity. "You're so beautiful, just like a real princess." Then, his gaze flicked up to his son and he sent him a bright, warm smile. "You're both so beautiful." The words were soft and earnest.
The elf made himself comfortable on the floor. Just as soon as he settled, Pip crawled into his lap and wrapped her arms around his torso. He returned the hold and cradled his new-found daughter. Theron directed his attention to Dillan as he spoke. "So, tactical leader of the Resistance? That's amazing. You're making a real difference out there." That smile only brightened. "How did..how did you get out? When did you get out?" Theron needed to know. He needed to know how long Dillan had suffered. How long he was free. "And Pip. How..?" That question was too hard to finish. There were so many ways it could go, and damn near all were painful. But they were here now; safe and together and free. That's all he could really ask for.
[attr="class","sintag"] Dillan Lupox 850 x Take 2 bcus I lost half of the last post. No spellcheck, we die like men
Watching as the older male dropped to his knees to hug Pip, Dillan wiped his eyes and thanked the gods silently. Thanked them for giving Pip the opportunity to grow up with their father. He couldn't think of a way that it was even in the slightest bit Theron's fault that he couldn't be here. [break][break] Sinking to his knees next to the two elves in front of him, Dillan smiled and looked down at the ground. He looked up when Theron said Dillan was beautiful, and he most certainly didn't feel the heat on his cheeks. [break][break] "So, tactical leader of the Resistance? That's amazing. You're making a real difference out there." Rubbing the back of his neck, Dillan smiled and looked down. "It's nothing compared to what the Wolves do, but it's something," he said looking back up to the elf in front of him. [break][break] Shifting to cross his legs under him, Dillan was almost caught off guard by the questions that followed. "How did..how did you get out?When did you get out?" Making himself comfortable, Dillan cracked his knuckles and sighed. "I was broken out by the Wolves. Anikita broke me and many others out. I was seven at the time. Wouldn't stop following Anikita" he said, letting out a tiny laugh at the memory of following the alpha around. [break][break] "And Pip. How..?" Having no need for Theron to finish the question, Dillan nodded and smiled at this. "She was broken out via the Wolves once more. Don't worry though, she was young enough not to remember anything. She was an infant" he said, ruffling the elven girl's hair. [break][break] Said girl looked up to her father and blinked. "Papa, did the mean men get you too? Like they had Dillan?" she asked, innocence in her voice. Dillan tapped Pip on the nose, "Pip, you can't just ask someone that. It could bring up mean memories." he said and Pip nodded, "Sorry Papa" [break][break] Dillan looked to the older male, "But yeah, how did you get out? When did you?" Tilting his head slightly, the half-elf was curious and he couldn't help but ask. That's when he felt a tap on the tip of his nose. "Dillan no. Mean men remember" Pip said, giggling at the fact that she made Dillan go cross eyed for a moment.
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Theron Lupo is the sweetest ball of murder with an unpleasant past on the block. He loves cuddling, hugging, affection, animals, dancing, singing, yoga, and defending others. He's incredibly loyal and protective of those close to him.
Don't let his 10,000-watt grin and tendency to cry over the slightest bit of affection or at the sight of baby animals fool you; he's a highly trained and lethal killer.
[attr="class","sinbody"]Theron watched as Dillan grew a bit flustered from the compliment and laughed quietly to himself. The sound was warm yet still wavered a bit from the influx of emotions. He took a slightly unsteady breath in an effort to calm his shot nerves. This wasn't how he pictured his first meeting with his kids going, but he was just grateful he got to meet them at all.
"It's nothing compared to what the Wolves do, but it's something," At that, Theron gave a little sound of disbelief. "Don't discredit yourself, son. What you're doing out there really inspires hope. And the odds your facing? It's tough. What the Resistance is doing out there is amazing and I only pray you be safe. If you ever need back up, you know where to look." He gave a comical little wink. "Nothing like having a Wolf to back you up, so I hear."
At the feeling of small hands on his own, he looked down. It appeared that Pip had decided to pass the time by playing with his larger hands. That brought another gentle smile to his lips. Theron could almost swear he felt his heart skip a beat as he watched his daughter and son. They may have been brought into this world against his will, but that was something he couldn't hold against them. It didn't stop the night terrors or the violent panic attacks from happening when people got too friendly with him. It didn't stop the worrying about just how many children he had and what living conditions they were in. And it certainly didn't stop him from trying his damnedest to free not only them, but everyone kept in shackles.
Truthfully, Theron was scared out of his gods damned mind. He was afraid he wouldn't be a good father or that one day they'd turn around and hate him for the life they were born into. Scared he was missing others and they were suffering. Scared that one day, he'd look at his children and all he would see is chains again. That an attack or bad memory would poison his perception. How could he ever live with himself if he saw his children and felt fear and disgust?
The cracking of knuckles brought him out of his thoughts. "I was broken out by the Wolves. Anikita broke me and many others out. I was seven at the time. Wouldn't stop following Anikita" Theron blanked out for a moment as he processed it. It was only at the connection that Dillan had been freed years before Theron ever met 'Kita that his heart slowed. She didn't hide anything from him. He doesn't know if he could handle such a thing, but he knew she wouldn't hurt him like that. She was like a sister to him. Then, the mental image of a young Dillan trailing behind the Alpha like a lost duckling brought a small smile to his lips and light little chuckle from his larynx.
"She was broken out via the Wolves once more. Don't worry though, she was young enough not to remember anything. She was an infant" At the reassurance that Pip was okay overall, Theron released a heavy, relieved sigh. That took more weight off his shoulders than he realized was there. That small grin turned affectionate as Dillan ruffled his sister's hair. Almost subconsciously, Theron began to smooth out the tangles with gentle strokes. "Papa, did the mean men get you too? Like they had Dillan?" His fingers stilled as she spoke. The elf almost seemed frozen from her words. He almost didn't register Dillan reprimanding her lightly. "Pip, you can't just ask someone that. It could bring up mean memories."
He blinked quickly as he tried to shake away the feelings bubbling up inside himself. "Sorry Papa" He gave a sweet grin to the apologetic little girl. Theron did his best to keep the forced nature hidden. Just as he was going to respond, Dillan spoke up. "But yeah, how did you get out? When did you?" That tight coiling in his gut returned as his son questioned him. It wasn't a particularly hard one to answer, but they were right with the 'mean memories'. That was putting it lightly. He missed what Pip said to Dillan as he was busy choking down the demons trying to claw their way to the forefront. How did he tell them he only just got freed? That he could hardly remember a time he was free?
That same almost superficial grin wound up his lips as he tried to play down the unpleasant feeling coursing through his veins. "I got out about seven years ago.' His eyes flicked to Pip then back up to Dillan. About seven years. 'The Ghost freed me. Led me to 'Kita and the Pack. He's here now, actually. We recruited him after the incident in Monseth." Theron figured there'd be no need to elucidate on 'the incident'. Most everyone knew about the massacre and how the blame fell on Husam's shoulders, even though he was innocent. He also wanted to mention how close he and 'The Ghost' were now but refrained. No need to tell his children about his love life the day he meets them. That would be just a little on the weird side, in his humble opinion. No need to scare them off already.
[attr="class","sintag"] Dillan Lupox 900 x I am a piece of shit, true story. NO SPELLCHECK, WE DIE LIKE MEN.
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Dillan looked at his father, watching him grin, trying to stow away any demons that came from his words. He was going to tell him nevermind, he didn't need to know, but Theron's words came faster than his. "I got out about seven years ago.' The Ghost freed me. Led me to 'Kita and the Pack. He's here now, actually. We recruited him after the incident in Monseth." Dillan's eyes widened just a fraction. Seven years ago? Pip only just turned seven a few days ago.[break][break] "You know the Ghost?" His words were laced with heavy sorrow and pain, but he tried changing the topic nonetheless. He never liked addressing things like this, especially with Pip nearby. It was something she didn't need to hear about, especially at a young age. She looked at him, dropping his hand and squeezing him as tightly as she can. "Papa, don't worry! Dillan will protect you like he protects me! He is my big knight!" Burying her head into his chest, her soft blonde curls fell around her face.[break][break] Laughing at her, Dillan leaned forward and brushed some of her curls back. The young girl yawned and sleepily laughed at him. "Dillan! Let me sleep! I'm comfy!" Putting his hands up, he chuckled and looked up at his father. It was a nice feeling he got, he finally felt like he was at peace with himself. [break][break] He was so glad his father cared about them, that he just wasn't some person who left him to slavers as a baby. His father returned, and he was determined to live his life with his father to the fullest now that he has the opportuinity. "I'm so glad you sought us out dad. It means so much to me that Pip has a father in her life now. She deserves it. You deserve to here with her."
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