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RP Past Story: Shadow Rider: The Alchemist of Flagstaff
By: Coolcat207 Date: October 15, 2025, 8:55 pm
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Prologue: The Howl Beneath Asphalt
Jayda's Story Theme: Wolves by Jake Daniels
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HTML https://youtu.be/bQcKyVyDP4Q?si=Om8-vhfRgmRq31w8)
The Pack Theme: Bird on a Chain by Florence Black
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HTML https://youtu.be/c9IHkPNhV_U?si=tcGvyJZKGMnjPvWt)
Flagstaff, Arizona. A city nestled between pine forests and
desert winds, where the stars shine brighter than the
streetlights. It’s here that Jayda Silverfang, a young human
woman with the power of darkness alchemy, rides her black and
blue motorcycle through the streets, her leather jacket stitched
with the emblem of The Pack.
Jayda wasn’t born into the tribe of werewolves known as the
Alchemists that raised her. Her life was pretty much like The
Jungle Book. She was found as a baby by Kain Silverfang, the
Werewolf General of the Alchemist tribe. Her family was
slaughtered by his own relative, Kirnan. A vengeful beast fueled
by strife and hatred. Jayda's family were monster hunters who
hunted supernatural creatures with prejudice and weren't above
using dirty tactics to get the job done. Many were involved in
many inhumane actions against the paranormal from underground
operations to even torture. Although many of Jayda's family were
guilty, mainly her parents, everyone from that family of hunters
and anyone associated with them paid the price with their blood
at Kirnan's claws. Jayda was spared when Kain came just in time
to save her from a wrathful Kirnan. After the bloody battle,
Kain took the infant into the tribe. With permission from his
Werewolf King, Sirion Darkwolf, Kain raised Jayda as she was his
own. He and the tribe taught her how to use alchemy, to defend
herself and others, but most importantly, to respect the balance
between beast and human. She at first learned how to utilize
mana. But at the age of 15, King Sirion himself taught Jayda how
to use shadow alchemy. Well, the basics. Not the OP kind.
Not everyone in the tribe accepted her. Being an outsider
learning their hidden knowledge is one thing. Being an outsider
from a psychotic hunter family would make some werewolves
distrustful of you. One werewolf precisely is Kierra, the niece
of King Sirion. Though not as bad as the rival vampire ninja
clan who are wary of the young human and know about her past.
Regardless, Jayda has proven many times that the sins of her
bloodline do not defy her, even when she was told the truth one
day by Kain himself. She held no animosity toward him or the
tribe. She understood completely that the world is different
shades of gray. At the age of 18, she left the forest behind,
seeking her own path in human civilization. But not without a
farewell from her wolf father along with some wisdom. Jayda has
traveled far and wide, until she can find a place of her own.
And she has.
She found it in Flagstaff.
Flagstaff is a place in Arizona, USA. There, she formed The
Pack, a biker gang in name but a neighborhood watch in spirit.
They were misfits, ex-military, mechanics, mystics, and one
retired librarian with a shotgun. They patrolled the streets,
helped the elderly, mentored troubled youth, and kept the peace.
Their bond was forged in fire and moonlight.
But peace is a fragile thing.
RP Story:
Wendigo Fight Theme: I Know what I'm Doing - DMC OST
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HTML https://youtu.be/KJx7NjjLlM8?si=wOdKAn-AbfovGv5Q)
Ending Theme: The Silent Comedy - Bartholomew
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HTML https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=z-2R33ql3fM&pp=ygUZYmFydGhvbG9tZXcgc2lsZW50IGNvbWVkeQ%3D%3D)
It started with whispers—kids skipping school, strange powders
passed in alleyways, and a new kind of fear in the eyes of
parents. Drug dealers, slick and serpentine, had begun
slithering into Flagstaff. At first, The Pack handled it with
warnings and broken taillights. But the dealers grew bold,
targeting teenagers, luring them with promises of power and
escape.
That was the last straw.
Jayda felt the darkness stir inside her. Her alchemy wasn’t just
a weapon. It's a part of her. She could manipulate shadows, bend
them into blades, cloaks, and chains. But every time she used
it, she risked losing herself to the void. Especially if she
goes too far like so many have before. Still, she couldn't just
stand by. This was her home. Her community. She has to do
something. So The Pack made a decision. This ends tonight.
On the night of the full moon, The Pack rode out. Their engines
roared like wolves howling through the pines. Jayda led them to
an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town which was rumored to
be the dealers’ hideout thanks to their sources. They were
expecting thugs. What they found was something else. Something
Jayda wished that would never set foot in her community despite
having the training to deal with these kinds of creatures.
Inside, the air was thick with incense and rot. Symbols etched
in blood lined the walls. The dealers weren’t just pushing
drugs. They were summoning something. A creature born of
addiction and despair, a Wendigo Shade, feeding on the souls of
the young. A dark spirit. Everything after that was brutal. Her
pack fought like hell. Blessed iron chains, silver bullets, the
kitchen sink, raw fury... literally anything. Jayda even
unleashed her mana alchemy. She used what her wolf father had
taught her to bring the Shade down. But the Shade was
relentless, whispering temptations, turning shadows against
them. That was when Jayda was pushed to use her darkness
alchemy. Weaving shadows into weapons to fight against the
entity with all of her might along with her group behind her.
They barely survived at the end.
By dawn, the warehouse was a ruin. The Shade was destroyed but
it put up one hell of a fight to do so. Jayda stood in the
ashes, her hands trembling while trying to catch her breath. The
Pack had scars, both physical and emotional. But they had
protected their city. Jayda knew this was just the beginning.
Something deeper was stirring beneath Flagstaff. The dealers
were pawns. The Shade was a herald. And she was the only one
with the power to face what was coming. Luckily, she's not
alone. She's never alone. But one thing is certain: This will be
one hell of a fight.
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