ᴘʀᴀᴇᴛᴏʀ ʟᴜᴘᴜs | district seven prison plot
Dec 18, 2018 13:13:53 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Dec 18, 2018 13:13:53 GMT -5
The clearing seems to be at the outskirts of District Seven; you could make out the silver of a fence ahead through the scattering of leaves and thick barks, prohibiting you from wandering further. So, with a defeated sigh, you turn back, footsteps crunching as they land on thickets and shrubberies, and make way back to the District. The air is crisp and the sun’s buried under a canyon of clouds above, causing a heavy overcast that seems to dull each dewdrop upon the fern leaves. But, wait, hark, and see.
See that the silver gleam you previously caught belongs to a fence and something else. Do not let the exhaustion in your bones restrain you from meandering onward, between the writhing trees and the jungle of dark shadows. Take a step forward. Closer. Nearer to what is beginning to unravel itself as the trees thin, and thin. Then, as the forest chews you back out, a silver-cladded institution greets you. Its age can be interpreted from the worn, matt silver fences and stone columns and walls fashioned from an unknown substance. It stoops lower than the trees, but holds resemblance to a cathedral – spacious, expansive, elongated across the plains.
There’s a lone watchtower near the golden-brown gate which you understand, from a mere glance, that it cannot be unlocked by a handful of metal pins. But, an emblem carved into the strange material draws you in. It’s the brass sigil of a howling wolf with a crescent moon and you remember the tale now.
It’s always been told that the woods foresting District Seven held crooks and felons and those who’d gone haywire. They had a series of heinous crimes and controversies attached to their forgotten names, done unspeakable deeds that haunt even the bravest amongst us.
The white soldiers made countless attempts to bring them to justice, but this was of no avail. They would escape, dissolve and then, be reborn in order to repeat the cycle of misdemeanors. No prison could cage them in, barring one.
Delicately hidden behind the foliage and the trees, at the derelict outskirts of Seven, is an immaculate institution called ‘Praetor Lupus’, but referred to in bedtime stories as the Wolf Guard. Its silver walls are brimmed with the boldest sentries, and tainted with the darkest hearts. No one, not even the faculty, could leave the premises except for the yearly Reaping. Set in stone, are the prisoners and the guards here, forced to harmonize for the rest of their existence for the better of the citizens.
Most prisoners aren’t put behind bars, but asked to roam about the foolproof institution in hopes of bettering their skills to coexist alongside each other. Each are assigned to a room, given daily meals, and the torture comes the occasional testing they do on them – both psychological, and physical.
The walls are sturdy and the guards are stern, upholding this sacred duty for a range of reasons. Most prisoners do not seem to lash out, living with their teeth sheathed under ivories.
Yet, unions are a myth
between packs of wolves.
( ABRIDGED )
Near the outskirts of Seven, is a prison where the worst criminals are kept. They are looked after by citizen recruits and peacekeepers alike. They aren't confided to a small cell, but the institution itself, assigned to foods and given food. It’s also built to serve as a psychological experiment that monitors the brains of these individuals – with all the readings sent to scientists that contribute to the institution when it comes to keeping the inmates strong and well-tended. The younger inmates are taken to the Reaping yearly, whilst the older ones wait for rot and decay.
— Lucius Blackwood / Leader / Peacekeeper / 28.
Tries to see the light in others, not the darkness they’re enshrouded by / Drowns his own miseries and demons with booze / Ankle-deep in the dying embers of his own ambition / World-weary / Do not trust the radiance of his grin – what’s beneath this facade, is raw melancholy / Italic scribbles in a leather-bound notebook that would never be read / Feigns bravado / A simple heart / Crippling self-doubt / Inherited the prison from his late mother; is much aware of how ineptly he’s handling things.
TAKEN by: napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ.
— Katlynn Crown / Warden / Peacekeeper.
Had her fangs whetted and intact ever since she was an orphan girl, roaming about the slums / Crown made of her foes’ bones / Adopted by Lucius’s Mother at a mere age of five / A one-girl crusade / Echo of ultra-violence / Most likely to have buried someone once / Callous, is her palms and heart / Armed and guarded at all times / Sardonic / Let her be the predator instead of a frail, weak prey – someone has to have their hands stained crimson / The grin she wears is much different from her brother’s; it’s all serrated teeth, and nothing else.
TAKEN by: Kali
— Scar Joe / Peace-keeper / Warden / 28.
Plagued by delusions of grandeur / Soaks up the spotlight / Named 'Scar' for the birthmark across his back / Accepted the job to make a timeless reputation out of himself but all he’s done is break Lucius’s and Katlynn’s squabbles and cook meals for the inmates / Wanted to be a thespian / Theatrical, at all times / A heart that sings for adventures / Breaks under stressful situations / He seeks freedom, but keeps cycling around different cages like a bird.
TAKEN by: n/a
— Jared Jones / Guard / 18.
Never broken a rule before / Textbook smart / Prefers the logical side of life / Shattered his dream jar when he was young and has never reassembled it since / A natural talent when it comes to machinery and locks / Groundskeeper / Mechanic heart, kept hidden behind layers of muscles and iron / Keeps the essential keys to the manor's security systems / Aloof, would be an understatement for him / Cultivates his ‘enigmatic’ facade extensively.
TAKEN by: n/a
— Cedar / Medic / 17.
Healing hands / Fostered countless birds back to health / A dreamer / There is no girl kinder than the one whose heart and soul speaks alike / Gypsy / Believes in the presence of mystic energies / A volunteer at the manor / Learnt her craft from a nursing institute / She is as human as the others strive to be, but those without an armor around their hearts, are the most vulnerable to the darkness around them.
TAKEN by: n/a
— Dagwood Blossom / 17.
Son of renowned botanists / The smell of pine cones and wood / Chemist / A pawn under his sister Juniper's rule / Locked behind the manor's walls for being an accomplice in Juniper's massacre of their entire classroom / A heart stricken with dread and guilt / The almost-prophetic visions he gets from the stout mushrooms and herbs bestow him what he yearns for: escape.
TAKEN by: n/a
— Juniper Blossom / Poison-ivy / 18.
Daughter of renowned botanists / Run through the labyrinth of poison that is her mind / Green veins look better than the mundane red / There's life inside the shrubberies, the ferns and the creepers / Chemist / Suffers from erratic personality changes / Adept at her green craft / A heart slick with poison and cruelty / Both her and her brother were reported by their parents for having poisoned their classmates / She shall be the belladonna flower instead of dandelion and give burial to the poison of her leaves in the home of someone else's throat.
TAKEN by: n/a
— Abigail Larson / 15.
An appetite akin to a beast's / Blood-stained fingertips cleaned by a blood-stained tongue / Ran from her orphanage / There's no guilt in her heart; it wanders between the ribcage as the hollow moon wanders round the earth / Watched others drown in their own blood to become her feast / Ghoul incarnate.
TAKEN by: n/a
— The Axe-man / 26.
Jazz singer / Refuses to disclose his real name because even he, himself, had forgotten it / Their screams are his muse / Killed a dozen of people with an axe, and hence, the nickname / Frequently seen with a melody on the tongue / Dresses to impress / His darkness is disguised as something mellow and soft that most are accustomed to / A rotten heart / The monster beneath his skin knows how to fool and deceive.
TAKEN by: n/a
— Eudora Summers / 18.
What crackles beneath her veins, is thunder and lightning / A live wire can be as deadly as silver / She watched their eyes turn white the moment the current washed over their bones – and smelled the flesh as it charred / Electric heart / Her hands are bound in rubber gloves as a mean of protection against the others and her very self / The world would look better if it was scorched down to the fucking ground.
TAKEN by: n/a
Violet Moore : The resident psychologist; the inmates visit her weekly, some daily, for their regular checkups. She's responsible for most of the torture they suffer her, both mental and physical.
Other inmates : This is a prison with plenty of room; you can refer to made-up inmates and what not, I am pretty flexible on this.
Other guards : See above.
Paige : An old man that transports resources, food, treats, and everything that needs to be bought. His kind persona is often exploited by a majority of the inmates because some are NOT good at all.
APPLICATION
Even though I want all the characters above filled, this plot holds the potential to host a variety of interesting characters so original ones - either guards or inmates - are welcomed too! Also, because this was slightly inspired by DC's Suicide Squad, I would love to see some cool character aliases.
See that the silver gleam you previously caught belongs to a fence and something else. Do not let the exhaustion in your bones restrain you from meandering onward, between the writhing trees and the jungle of dark shadows. Take a step forward. Closer. Nearer to what is beginning to unravel itself as the trees thin, and thin. Then, as the forest chews you back out, a silver-cladded institution greets you. Its age can be interpreted from the worn, matt silver fences and stone columns and walls fashioned from an unknown substance. It stoops lower than the trees, but holds resemblance to a cathedral – spacious, expansive, elongated across the plains.
There’s a lone watchtower near the golden-brown gate which you understand, from a mere glance, that it cannot be unlocked by a handful of metal pins. But, an emblem carved into the strange material draws you in. It’s the brass sigil of a howling wolf with a crescent moon and you remember the tale now.
It’s always been told that the woods foresting District Seven held crooks and felons and those who’d gone haywire. They had a series of heinous crimes and controversies attached to their forgotten names, done unspeakable deeds that haunt even the bravest amongst us.
The white soldiers made countless attempts to bring them to justice, but this was of no avail. They would escape, dissolve and then, be reborn in order to repeat the cycle of misdemeanors. No prison could cage them in, barring one.
Delicately hidden behind the foliage and the trees, at the derelict outskirts of Seven, is an immaculate institution called ‘Praetor Lupus’, but referred to in bedtime stories as the Wolf Guard. Its silver walls are brimmed with the boldest sentries, and tainted with the darkest hearts. No one, not even the faculty, could leave the premises except for the yearly Reaping. Set in stone, are the prisoners and the guards here, forced to harmonize for the rest of their existence for the better of the citizens.
Most prisoners aren’t put behind bars, but asked to roam about the foolproof institution in hopes of bettering their skills to coexist alongside each other. Each are assigned to a room, given daily meals, and the torture comes the occasional testing they do on them – both psychological, and physical.
The walls are sturdy and the guards are stern, upholding this sacred duty for a range of reasons. Most prisoners do not seem to lash out, living with their teeth sheathed under ivories.
Yet, unions are a myth
between packs of wolves.
( ABRIDGED )
Near the outskirts of Seven, is a prison where the worst criminals are kept. They are looked after by citizen recruits and peacekeepers alike. They aren't confided to a small cell, but the institution itself, assigned to foods and given food. It’s also built to serve as a psychological experiment that monitors the brains of these individuals – with all the readings sent to scientists that contribute to the institution when it comes to keeping the inmates strong and well-tended. The younger inmates are taken to the Reaping yearly, whilst the older ones wait for rot and decay.
THE WOLF GUARDS
— Lucius Blackwood / Leader / Peacekeeper / 28.
Tries to see the light in others, not the darkness they’re enshrouded by / Drowns his own miseries and demons with booze / Ankle-deep in the dying embers of his own ambition / World-weary / Do not trust the radiance of his grin – what’s beneath this facade, is raw melancholy / Italic scribbles in a leather-bound notebook that would never be read / Feigns bravado / A simple heart / Crippling self-doubt / Inherited the prison from his late mother; is much aware of how ineptly he’s handling things.
TAKEN by: napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ.
— Katlynn Crown / Warden / Peacekeeper.
Had her fangs whetted and intact ever since she was an orphan girl, roaming about the slums / Crown made of her foes’ bones / Adopted by Lucius’s Mother at a mere age of five / A one-girl crusade / Echo of ultra-violence / Most likely to have buried someone once / Callous, is her palms and heart / Armed and guarded at all times / Sardonic / Let her be the predator instead of a frail, weak prey – someone has to have their hands stained crimson / The grin she wears is much different from her brother’s; it’s all serrated teeth, and nothing else.
TAKEN by: Kali
— Scar Joe / Peace-keeper / Warden / 28.
Plagued by delusions of grandeur / Soaks up the spotlight / Named 'Scar' for the birthmark across his back / Accepted the job to make a timeless reputation out of himself but all he’s done is break Lucius’s and Katlynn’s squabbles and cook meals for the inmates / Wanted to be a thespian / Theatrical, at all times / A heart that sings for adventures / Breaks under stressful situations / He seeks freedom, but keeps cycling around different cages like a bird.
TAKEN by: n/a
— Jared Jones / Guard / 18.
Never broken a rule before / Textbook smart / Prefers the logical side of life / Shattered his dream jar when he was young and has never reassembled it since / A natural talent when it comes to machinery and locks / Groundskeeper / Mechanic heart, kept hidden behind layers of muscles and iron / Keeps the essential keys to the manor's security systems / Aloof, would be an understatement for him / Cultivates his ‘enigmatic’ facade extensively.
TAKEN by: n/a
— Cedar / Medic / 17.
Healing hands / Fostered countless birds back to health / A dreamer / There is no girl kinder than the one whose heart and soul speaks alike / Gypsy / Believes in the presence of mystic energies / A volunteer at the manor / Learnt her craft from a nursing institute / She is as human as the others strive to be, but those without an armor around their hearts, are the most vulnerable to the darkness around them.
TAKEN by: n/a
THE INMATES
— Dagwood Blossom / 17.
Son of renowned botanists / The smell of pine cones and wood / Chemist / A pawn under his sister Juniper's rule / Locked behind the manor's walls for being an accomplice in Juniper's massacre of their entire classroom / A heart stricken with dread and guilt / The almost-prophetic visions he gets from the stout mushrooms and herbs bestow him what he yearns for: escape.
TAKEN by: n/a
— Juniper Blossom / Poison-ivy / 18.
Daughter of renowned botanists / Run through the labyrinth of poison that is her mind / Green veins look better than the mundane red / There's life inside the shrubberies, the ferns and the creepers / Chemist / Suffers from erratic personality changes / Adept at her green craft / A heart slick with poison and cruelty / Both her and her brother were reported by their parents for having poisoned their classmates / She shall be the belladonna flower instead of dandelion and give burial to the poison of her leaves in the home of someone else's throat.
TAKEN by: n/a
— Abigail Larson / 15.
An appetite akin to a beast's / Blood-stained fingertips cleaned by a blood-stained tongue / Ran from her orphanage / There's no guilt in her heart; it wanders between the ribcage as the hollow moon wanders round the earth / Watched others drown in their own blood to become her feast / Ghoul incarnate.
TAKEN by: n/a
— The Axe-man / 26.
Jazz singer / Refuses to disclose his real name because even he, himself, had forgotten it / Their screams are his muse / Killed a dozen of people with an axe, and hence, the nickname / Frequently seen with a melody on the tongue / Dresses to impress / His darkness is disguised as something mellow and soft that most are accustomed to / A rotten heart / The monster beneath his skin knows how to fool and deceive.
TAKEN by: n/a
— Eudora Summers / 18.
What crackles beneath her veins, is thunder and lightning / A live wire can be as deadly as silver / She watched their eyes turn white the moment the current washed over their bones – and smelled the flesh as it charred / Electric heart / Her hands are bound in rubber gloves as a mean of protection against the others and her very self / The world would look better if it was scorched down to the fucking ground.
TAKEN by: n/a
NPCS
Violet Moore : The resident psychologist; the inmates visit her weekly, some daily, for their regular checkups. She's responsible for most of the torture they suffer her, both mental and physical.
Other inmates : This is a prison with plenty of room; you can refer to made-up inmates and what not, I am pretty flexible on this.
Other guards : See above.
Paige : An old man that transports resources, food, treats, and everything that needs to be bought. His kind persona is often exploited by a majority of the inmates because some are NOT good at all.
APPLICATION
Even though I want all the characters above filled, this plot holds the potential to host a variety of interesting characters so original ones - either guards or inmates - are welcomed too! Also, because this was slightly inspired by DC's Suicide Squad, I would love to see some cool character aliases.
( From the list above )
Character name:
Character alias (optional):
Brief backstory/Ideas for the character:
Possible head-canons:
Possible face-claim:( Original character )
Character name:
Character alias (optional):
If they're an inmate, what crime did they commit?:
Brief backstory/Ideas for the character:
Possible head-canons:
Describe the character's heart, metaphorically:
Possible face-claim:
