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Backstory of the war:
So basically this is a supernatural and human war, the backstory is quite simple. Near AD 500 Supernatural beings showed, and started to pop up more and more around the world, the humans were skeptical, and in most countries got rid of them immediately. This obviously angered the supernaturals that weren’t killed, but they kept quiet for the most part. Most of the supernaturals just tried to hide among humans and live a fairly normal life, except one group. A group of supernaturals had been developing for a few years, and eventually attacked mercilessly against the humans, killing anyone who got in their way and more.
And now a war has developed.

Present day:
It is currently AD 1356 in the medieval era, in Europe. In a small bustling town of citizens, named Woodhurst, resides a group of supernaturals, they knew of each other, but the town didn’t. In fact there were groups like these around the world, but slowly they were being hunted and killed, or expiremented on by the rest of the world. While you may think that all Humans are bad, that isn’t true. There are groups of humans that believe that the supernatural aren’t what everyone believed they were. These were the peacemakers, who also hid among society.

Kain stalked through the dark allies of a small town, doing his best to avoid attention. His warped appearance made the vampire easily distinguished as none human. His yellow eyes scanned the area as his throat screamed to be quenched of it's thirst for blood. Soon he spotted a lone human male, a lowly scavenger. Kain gave a scowl, yet it was still blood all the same.

He raised his cloven hand, which glowed with telekinetic powers. The man flew into his hand, and before he could scream, Kain sank his fangs into his neck, silencing him forever. It didn't take long before he drank the human dry, and discarded the corpse against the wall. He continued his walk, soon coming to the end go the ally. He would stand there, just beyond the edge of the shadows, and watched.

For a long while, he had to go into hiding.

It's not fair. I was human before this.

It wasn't his fault for being different like this. Well, if you looked into it, it was basically his fault. But putting his traveling show on hold was the worst part. Now they were hunting those who were different, and they were killing them. A shiver went down his spine at the thought of it.

Favonius had worn a long, dark cloak, something to hide his feathers while he was out and about in town. While he would rather show off his radiant plumage and strut his stuff, his life was much more important.

At least the Avian wasn't truly alone in this town. He knew that.

Arianna flew above the town, the wind ruffling her feathers. She could easily be mistakes as a bird, so she had no worries at this height. She landed on a tall building’s roof, watching the normal people live there lives freely, without a care in the world.

Raziel took a far more direct course then his maker, Kain. He hurried through the buildings, only a hood and cloak hiding his destroyed and grotesque features beneath. His white eyes narrowed as he hurried, dashing around a corner and standing with his back flat against the wall. It wasn't long before he heard the passing boots. That was far to close, though no human could hope to truly kill Raziel, as the 'death' would only be temporary. He waited for a time, the left the ally he entered.

He walked back the direction he came, hoping not to run into his pursuers again. He would have to do something about his appearance, or find better hiding clothes, if he hoped to continue his mission here.

Rey walked through the small town, she had heard from an outside party that there were Supernaturals who hid amongst the citizens. She frowned in anger, out for a vengeance for her parents.

Out of all of the people in the crowd, one particular person had caught his eye. A young woman with red hair and a frowning face. But that wasn't the first thing that caught his attention about her, though. It was that long, threatening looking sword. Favonius made a mental note to avoid all communication in the future with that lady.

He turned away, to the stall he was standing near, and handed the merchant some money in exchange for the pouch of seeds he had picked up. As soon as they were in his hands, he promptly turned away, he opened the pouch up and took a handful, putting the seeds in his mouth. He walked through the crowd as he munched on them.

As he walked, he thought about what sort of magic tricks he could come up with for his next performance. That is, if it ever came soon enough.

Rey walked, her eyes scanning the crowd around her. Her eyes locking on a particular character. Across the street she spotted another red-haired person. Rey could almost swear she saw a feather fall out of his cloak. But she couldn’t jump to conclusions. She concludes she would follow the man to see if he was in fact Supernatural.

Rey furrows her brows and looks away, trying to draw less attention to herself. She blends into a crowd of people, going in the same general direction as the man.

Oblivious to his red-haired follower, Favonius kept strutting through the streets, chewing on seeds. His first stop for today was....well.... He didn't think about what he was going to do today. Without his magic show to do, he was definitely at a loss. It was his only reliable way of breaking the curse.

He furrowed his brow, slowing his pace down as he neared the wall at the edge of town. It seemed like a good place to rest. So he went up to it, turned his back, and lowered himself, sitting down on the ground. He reached into his pouch again and put more seeds in his mouth, chewing slowly.

Arianna retracted her wings into her back, putting in her boots to hide her scaled feet and made her way into the ground, walking amongst the citizens of the town.

Is it too late to join in?

Not at all go ahead!

Thanks!

Rey found it strange the man kept on eating seeds, it was unsual to find someone with a whole pouch of them. She walked over to him, relaxing her face into a more confused look. “Sorry, I can’t seem to find the inn, do you know where it is?” She asked, seemingly innocent, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of the man.

Althea walked down the busy street, her hood pulled tightly over her head to cover her pointed ears and unnaturally light hair. She was looking down at the ground, avoiding bumping into the people crowded around her. One of the worst powers of the fae was sensing others emotions, when she already had enough of her own to deal with.

Favonius looked up at the lady, recognizing it to be the one he had told himself to not interact with. Despite this, he forced himself to relax, giving a small, friendly looking smile. "Well, it's just back down the main road, take the first right you see, and you'll see a big sign with a large building. You can't miss it."

He made sure to move his hands in a rather inconspicuous manner so she couldn't see his rather sharp, talon-like fingernails.

Rey smiled. “Thank you. By the way, I’m curious, why do you eat so many seeds?” She asked, acting a curious innocence, hoping to make the man make a wrong move and give her some evidence to her theory.

Raziel continued to move down the side of the main road in a rather quick manner. He wished to find a place devoid of people as quick as possible. But that seemed impossible here. There were so many people about, and he could tell them were not all human. It wasn't long before he passed another hooded man, speaking to a female. He gave it no second thought as he passed. He turned into the next alleyway, going in just far enough to be hidden from eyes happening to look his direction. Then there was a Clank, Clank, as he shoved his claw like fingers into the side of the building. The sound would continue until he reached the top. There, he would sneak to the edge of the building, and crouch there. Overlooking all the people in the street, but still hidden from prying eyes.

Althea continued down the street, losing her concentration and running into an older women. Althea froze where she stood, the women’s emotions flowing through her. Her eyes glazed over and she stared up at the sky as she tried to push them away. After what felt like an eternity it ended, and she breathed a heavy sigh, hoping no one had noticed her little episode.

....They always have to ask about the seeds.

Favonius sighed, shrugging. "It is a strange habit I've developed over the years. I rather like the taste of seeds." He replied in a nonchalant fashion.