A Devil and a HarpyA quiet night over the city, not a sound out of place, hardly anyone out and about on the streets. So quiet and peaceful
"And so boring!" Jersey groaned aloud to himself and landed on a building roof to look down on the city. He folded his red and purple wings against his back as he walked along the ledge of the building, his large horn like ears almost drooping from his boredom.
"Well " he said with a sigh. "Guess I won't be overexerting myself tonight at least but now what am I supposed to do?"
Jersey's nose suddenly twitched as the aroma of food wafted in his direction, and his stomach growled. He looked down and patted it with a chuckle.
"Heh, guess that answers that question," he said, then followed the smell to the next building over, which was one of those fancy looking restaurants. Jersey climbed up past the glowing neon sign and found an unlatched air duct, which he crawled into to get inside.
Upon reaching the other end of the vent, Jersey took off the
Jersey Devil OC: Serena Harpy
Name: Serena Harpy
Nicknames: Harp, Harps
Height: 5-½ ft.
Weight: 99.8 lbs.
Powers: Flight. Grows wings that last for a limited amount of time.
Background: Serena came to Jersey City to attend JCU after graduating high school, but dropped out due to prices being higher than she though. So she came up with a plan to work and save up more money in order to someday complete college, while still managing to pay rent at her apartment. She works two jobs; for part of the day she's a waitress at a small diner, and at nights she sings at a local club. It was on one of those evenings, that she encountered the creature known as the Jersey Devil when he slipped into the club during one of her performances. And after sharing an adventure together, a friendship began between the two, which grew with every day the two knew each other.
Personality: Serena is just like every other teen, fun loving, adventurous, and hard working. She was even a vegetarian until her first encounter with one
Gift: Anchored Soul Final
The next morning, there was still no sign of Scarblade. The Revenge had no doubt been damaged from the collision the night before, so it was no surprise Scarblade hadn't shown up. Havenworth and his daughter returned home to rest once they arrived back in port, though Hannah slept the rest of the night in Garin's cabin. Once rested, she returned to the tavern where she worked, with Garin and Jacques, and a few of the others tagging along, having been promised breakfast on the house, and to miss out on Hannah's cooking was a mistake of the greatest kind.
"Eels? You mean to tell me it was a bunch of glowing eels that made those lights?!" Jacques asked. Garin nodded, his mouth full of fried egg, which he swallowed to reply.
"Don't worry, I was thinkin' the same thing!" he said. Jacques shook his head in disbelief.
"If you hadn't been the one telling me this story, Garin, I'd never believe it!" he said, before taking another bite of his breakfast. Hannah smiled and walked over to Garin.