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Can you give any information on Blixer's backstory?
Yes! This text below explains in a nutshell one of the events in Boos' (Blixer) past that affected him greatly🤌
Boos never made a big deal out of the old heroes, all he did was look at them with a serious, closed look (he knew they were a bit fearful and would leave), but he never saw them as a big, dangerous threat. But the heroes saw him as a great and dangerous threat, and so they always did EVERYTHING to exterminate him and his people (they never managed to do it), but one day, they almost succeeded, they defeated the Boos after years of trying! (Until the Boos proved to be "immortal") So, they show the Boos that they are not good and innocent creatures, and make the Boos hate them, and not only them, but all forms that are not pink.
✨Perhaps AU will explain this in more detail✨
VAGB Backstory - Valentine (The Lonely Flower)
Valentine for his entire life has never felt the feeling of love, well romantic love, people have always either loved him platonically, as family, or they just loved the model but not the man behind the handsome face. Valentine knows not of his birth parents, he does not know who they are, what they look like, what they sound like, or if they were native Atlesians. The first home that Valentine ever knew was St. Hedwig's orphanage, though in his beginning years there were not the best, Valentine was very different from the young man we know today. When he was young Valentine was known as the DUFF in the orphanage, he was constantly teased and bullied for being fat and ugly, he was in the depths of despair, until he found hope and inspiration when a stroke of divine intervention happened. The TV in the lounging room of the orphanage was showing Miss Remnant 2008, Valentine was awed by these beautiful women Valentine was intrigued and continued to watch the broadcast. The Winner of the Pagent for her speech which gave Valentine the hope and drive he needed to change, the speech was about how she started out as an ugly duckling, that she was fat, had pimples everywhere, and her posture was bad, but when she gained a crush she worked her ass of to be beautiful, to be beautiful enough so they would want her as their love, but as she changed, she started to realize that her true love is herself, that she was doing this not because of some guy but for herself because she wanted to be a better her. Since that day Valentine's been doing everything to lose weight, and after a couple years of hard work Valentine was known to be the handsomest boy in the orphanage. At 12 years old just before puberty Valentine was adopted by a Valean couple, who gave him a new home in Patch, where besides his pageant king career, and gymnastics training he was enrolled in signal for combat training. With his parents busy with work, Valentine found himself lonely again, he was popular sure, but he didn't get to bond with people and actually make connections that were personal and not just professional. Valentine wanted a friend and luckily for him he was able to get one. Enter Taiyang Xiao-Long, Valentine's Dad friend, and though not legally his Dad, Tai saw potential in the young cat boy, Valentine whenever he participated in the mock fights against the training bots, and the student vs student spars, never really used a weapon, he'd use one of the training weapons sure, it was a spike, but that was only because that was a school rule. Valentine mostly fought with his limbs and instead used the spike as distraction than an actual weapon. Tai also saw how sad the kid always seemed to be, his smiles and laughs never really reach his eyes, Tai being Tai, took Val in as his personal apprentice and served as Val's Martial Arts teacher, in time they formed a familial bond as father and son, and with that Yang and Ruby gained a surrogate brother, Yang got a little brother (by a few months), and Ruby got a big brother. And Valentine's life was great, he finally got what he wanted a family, now all that's left was a romantic partner. But that's a story for another time, the story of how Valentine unlocked his semblance. But for now (season 1) Valentine starts his new life as a student of Beacon with his two sisters by his side. Gods help the person who makes sisters cry, or they'll be on the receiving end of Valentine's semblance and Umbrella.
WHO is Tsuname and WHAT is his QUEST?
WOW that was quick! Okay Tsuname…Well Tsuname is from my Aliens series. He’s the younger brother of Tsunne (guy on right), another character from the series. He lives peacefully on an island on the planet of Gaede with his family and friends and has a massive one-sided crush on his childhood friend, Sh’zkai, who is also his arranged fiance, or tan-tawe as they are referred to in his culture. It is believed there that the first friend a child meets of the opposite gender is fated to be married to them, so female friends of that culture will sometimes create what is called the mitawe-yun, or female friend pact, so that if they get married and produce children of the opposite genders, those children will be tan-tawe, and as such introduced to each other as soon as they are ready to be up and about as toddlers or walking infants. They are usually left in a pen of some kind to play with each other while the parents watch. If the children get along it is said to be good luck, and perhaps a sign they will learn to like each other when they are older.
Islandic superstitions aside, though, his tan-tawe Sh’zkai grows up to loathe him. They were good friends as children, but when Tsuname grew up to be a teenager and fell in love with her, believing the tales his parents and surrounding culture had always told him, Sh’zkai came to find him absolutely loathsome.The worst part about it? Tsuname is convinced that her loathing of him is either some sort of ‘phase’ she is passing through or smothered affection. Even when she is very openly blunt about not liking him, sometimes to the point of violence, Tsuname still does not believe her. Even times when he is discouraged by his behavior, his parents and culture continue to teach him that Sh’zkai is only going through a phase, and perhaps needs space before she can come to realize her feelings for him.Tsuname then goes to his father’s grandparents’ island by his parents’ instructions to do just that. For the next three years, that’s how Tsuname spends his summers. He goes for a few weeks to a few months each year to build up muscle and also give Sh’zkai space. However, despite his parents’ advice that leaving her alone and packing on more muscle will make her more attracted at him, Sh’zkai doesn’t even give him the time of day. If anything, she is more disgusted at him when he returns (probably because she knows his motives behind these trips).Tsuname is 18 (15 three years ago) when a rumor begins to spread around about something strange appearing in the sky now and then. The islanders had been unaware of it because they’re so low to sea level they don’t see much aside from the stars, but the Stellyrs, or star Gaediens who live closer to the sky, have been noticing a strange flying contraption floating around the planet. His brother Tsunne who is next-to-chief of the island is often gone to talk with the other leaders of Gaede to discuss what should be done in the case of an invasion, which is what they believe is soon to take place.His island goes into preparing for the invasion. The men are taught what to do and at Tsunne’s insistence, even some of the women are allowed to fight, since it is known they probably need every available fighter they can spare.
And then the invasion comes. The men charge out to meet their attackers, but are quickly overwhelmed.Left and right his people are falling, some of them getting captured and taken away into metal saucers by the tall reptilian figures.Tsuname is among those captured.One of the reptilian creatures gouges out Tsuname’s right eye, a symbol that he is now his slave, and eats it (yeah I know he’s gross).Tsuname then spends the next three years enslaved, meeting many different kinds of people and almost escaping several times, meeting many different perils along the way on his quest to return to Gaede, and, (he thinks) the loving embrace of his tan-tawe, Sh’zkai.
And that’s Tsuname’s quest! could have skipped a lot of the details in the beginning and gotten right to the quest, but I thought a few things needed to be explained, even if they’re partially unnecessary and probably a wee bit spoiler XD; I don’t think I said anything that’s too spoilerish though, aside from describing the beginning his story to you XD;; I might’ve gone a bit overboard there on the details but oh well… Anyways uh. If you ever wanted to read his story (even if I partially spoiled most of the beginning for you XD; ) I could probably give you the link. The only issue is a lot of it might be revamped and not canon anymore. Probably why I thought it was safe to tell you the beginning, even though the beginning is probably the least likely to undergo any major overhauls XD; but yeah if you wanted I could probably still share it with you, though it isn’t finished and is on an indefinite hiatus because I feel like I started it too soon. It was a NaNoWriMo for 2014 and a lot of it is rushed and rife with inconsistencies, and eventually I lost steam with it because the plot wasn’t going the way I’d envisioned and a lot of things happened in the story that made me uncomfortable with it. But all the same if you want to know more I might just share it with you! As long as you keep in mind that half the story may not even be canon anymore aside from what I just told you earlier. All of that is /probably/ staying, it’s the parts of the story I didn’t tell you about that are still under construction, so XD anyways… I’m really longwinded. Thanks for the ask, though, I hope this (more than) answered your question about Tsuname! XD;;
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCEL!~Short Story
MARCELLUS'S BACKSTORY SPOILERS BELOW!!!
The sun glistened on the Sarno River, where ships floated aimlessly while others were anchored at port. People were all about enjoying the sunny morning, not even minding sailors ordering their men to get the nets drawn so they could get to work selling their fresh scores of fish down at the market.
Further north, crisp hills rolled from a large mountain to the crowded city to the west. The streets were bustling as people shopped, visited relatives, and even children drew on the walls of a big arch with speckles of paint that their guardians let them buy when the merchants came into town only a few days ago.
Although people were walking down one street in the center of the city, heads turned as shouts bounced off the stone walls covered in floral motifs.
"Thief!"
"Stop him, you fools!"
A man, or more accurately, a teen dressed in a cloak, ran down the busy street, bumping into people as he ran from city guards.
"Sorry!" The teen said this as he jumped through a fountain, splashing water on an older woman who was resting.
“Es stercus!” A man yelled, helping the woman up.
"I said sorry!" The teen yelled over his shoulder; his feet burned from the hot cobblestone marked by the sun.
Need to lose the old dogs.
Looking to his right, he smiled like a lemer and ran towards the narrow alleyway, knowing full well that the guards would not be able to follow him with the bulk of armor they torture themselves with.
Marcel held his breath as the guards ran past the alleyway, not noticing the hunched figure of the sixteen-year-old boy.
Letting out a chuckle, he held the bag full of his precious cargo closer to his body, making sure none of it was smashed.
Looking up at the sun, he knew he should be getting back and quickly climbed the wall of the building next to him with the help of a few boxes and overgrown vines.
Balancing on the roof, he leapt from house to house, gracefully and practically dancing in the warm sun.
It only took a few minutes, and knowing the city like the back of his hand made it easier to navigate even while he was on rooftops.
Finally arriving at his destination, he easily jumped on a balcony and swung to a tree branch hanging by until his feet hit the ground.
"At last....home." Marcel said, looking at the old torn-down villa built with tan bricks and red pine wooden decorations that hung in the front to ward off evil spirits.
The closer he got, the more he could hear the sounds of laughter and crying from children. Through short, wide windows, if he narrowed his eyes and focused, he could see heads of hair run past.
Marcel let out a smirk and opened the front door.
"Mars!" A small girl squealed and threw herself into his arms, which spined her around.
"Oh, Cassia! It's been forever since I saw you!"
"You saw me this morning, Mars!" Cassia giggled and hung onto the taller boy.
Marcel grinned. "Did I? Well, you've grown since then!"
Cassia blushed and stood on her tiptoes. "You really think so?"
"Well, of course."
"Is that Marcellus?! Oh, I have a word to pick with you."
From down the hallway a young woman appeared with black hair all the way down to the floor in a braid and the most stunning blue eyes that seemed to distract people from her dark bags that were under them.
"Decima! It's good to see you."
"I don't want to hear it, Marcellus." Decima spoke with narrowed eyes, then turned to Cassia.
"Little Shurb, how about you go play outside with the twins?"
Cassia wrinkled her small button nose. "But they always want to play Terni lapilli."
Decima frowned. "What's wrong with Terni lapilli?"
Cassia crossed her arms. "Nothing; they just always lose the marbles, and it takes us till sundown to find them." She pouted.
Marcel got down on his knees and booped her nose. "How about this? You play with your brothers, and I'll get you new marbles tomorrow."
Cassia's eyes widened. "Shiny ones?"
Marcel nodded, the small girl's smile being infectious. "They will be as shiny as Sol's chariot."
Cassia nodded her little head. "Deal!" The small girl ran out of the arched, cracked doorway.
Decima sighed as she rubbed at a stain on her lavender stola.
"Marcellus, what have you done this time?"
Marcel lips pressed together, knowing full well a lecture was coming.
"Please, on Astraeus's stars, do not start pestering me, Decima.
"Oh, shall I not, Marcellus? If the sweat on your forehead and the dirt on your feet are any indication, you have been participating in Mercury's sinful tricks."
"Don't pretend that his sinful tricks do not keep us from drowning."
Decima glared. "They may keep our heads above the tide, but for how much longer? Once the guards catch you, that's it!" She slammed her hand down on the table, and Marcel was surprised her copper wedding band on her finger didn't crack.
Marcel's brows furrowed. "Don't you see I am doing what I must? With Octavian gone—" Decima's eyes closed as if in pain at the mention of the name. "—we are all at risk even with our union. If we don't manage to keep up with our debt, then our ruse would have been for nothing, not to mention what Rufus would do."
Decima looked away, and Marcel took the older girl by the shoulders, making her look him in the eye. "You are my truest friend... I am doing what is right for all of us. For the children. For you as well."
Marcel and Decima stared into each other's eyes for what felt like minutes. They knew everything about the other—what stalked their dreams, what pushed them to keep going—but they never judged, for they completely trusted the other.
Decima nodded at her friend. "May Juno be with you."
Marcel smiled, a little bitterly. "No gods are with me."
Before Decima could utter a sound, Marcel walked down the hall. "Cerdis is in the children's room, I'm guessing."
Decima called back, wiping her hands on the front of her stola. "Yes, you know he has been waiting for you."
Happiness surged through him, suppressing the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind.
Marcel smiled and opened the door to the largest room in the very small, cracked domus where they lay their heads each night.
Candles lit the room where no windows let their light in. Two dark wooden cribs were in the corner, while there was a small bed on the other side of the room, which kept two growing children resting their heads, although there was barely any room for one child, much less two.
Although right then there was only one child, whose hair was raven and nappy, even under the covers, anyone could see the boy was small—too small. Most considered the boy to be cursed by Asclepius and wanted him put out of his misery, although Marcel knew better.
Marcel sat on the bed, making sure not to startle the sleeping figure.
Gently, Marcel uncovered the face of the small boy to reveal sunken eyes and paste-like skin that seemed to be coated with sweat; however, there was a small smile that played on the sleeping boy's lips.
The older boy spoke softly. "Cerdis, it is time to wake; Sol's chariot has already passed."
Eyes slowly opened, blinking before the little boy grinned from ear to ear; his brightness could put a smile on anyone's face.
"Mars!" A raspy voice came from Cerdis as he sat up, wrapping his small arms around the older boy.
Marcel softly kissed the boy on the top of the head. "Ah! Finally, you wake from your slumber." He held the raven-haired boy close. "Are you feeling blessed this morning by the gods?"
Cerdis nodded his head, looking confident. "Yes, because it is my day of birth!"
Marcel smiled. "Yes, it's not everyday that someone survives five winters."
Cerdis frowned. "I am still not as tall as Cassia."
The older boy laughed. "No, but maybe with the help of Juno, you will catch up." He said it, hoping that the bitterness would be kept out of his tone.
Cerdis gave him a toothy grin. "You really think so? I won't only be older than her, but taller as well!"
Ah yes, Cassia does hold her height over Cerdis very often, although it is probably due to the fact that Cerdis was the only one who questioned her when picking games. Hmm. I wonder what Cassia will do when Cerdis comes into manhood. I'm sure Cassia will find something else to hang over the poor boy's head.
Marcel patted Cerdis's head. "Well...I have you a present."
Cerdis shook with excitement and, with almost lightning speed, reached for Marcel's satchel but with speed was snatched back. "Now, now, Cerdis, I have a few other things in here."
Cerdis crinkled his nose, although the comment didn't make his smile waver. "I cannot wait any longer! Please Mars! What have you brought me?"
Without a second thought, Marcel opened the bag, minding the trinkets that were valuable, however small enough that their owners would not even notice they were gone until it was too late.
Cerdis's eyes widened as Marcel pulled something oval-shaped and quite small into his palm and wrapped it in cloth.
The raven-haired boy smelled the sweet aroma, and his mouth watered. "Is that-?"
Marcel uncovered the item to reveal the room-temperature sweet bun, smashed a little on one side, which made the honey sweetness drip over until the cloth was covered with the sticky substance.
"It was no trouble." Marcel once again kissed Cerdis head.
"A maritozzi!" Cerbis, not minding the stick, grabbed the sweet treat with full hands and took a bite. Marcel tried not to cringe at the mess on the boy's face.
But it was quite easy, with the happiness shining through. "Mmm."
"I see you are quite enjoying my present."
Cerdis showed his dimples through his smile, licking his fingers. "Thank you, Mars!"
Marcel smiled in a moment of weakness, asking the gods to bless his little brother with many more winters.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCEL!~Short Story
MARCELLUS'S BACKSTORY SPOILERS BELOW!!!
The sun glistened on the Sarno River, where ships floated aimlessly while others were anchored at port. People were all about enjoying the sunny morning, not even minding sailors ordering their men to get the nets drawn so they could get to work selling their fresh scores of fish down at the market.
Further north, crisp hills rolled from a large mountain to the crowded city to the west. The streets were bustling as people shopped, visited relatives, and even children drew on the walls of a big arch with speckles of paint that their guardians let them buy when the merchants came into town only a few days ago.
Although people were walking down one street in the center of the city, heads turned as shouts bounced off the stone walls covered in floral motifs.
"Thief!"
"Stop him, you fools!"
A man, or more accurately, a teen dressed in a cloak, ran down the busy street, bumping into people as he ran from city guards.
"Sorry!" The teen said this as he jumped through a fountain, splashing water on an older woman who was resting.
“Es stercus!” A man yelled, helping the woman up.
"I said sorry!" The teen yelled over his shoulder; his feet burned from the hot cobblestone marked by the sun.
Need to lose the old dogs.
Looking to his right, he smiled like a lemer and ran towards the narrow alleyway, knowing full well that the guards would not be able to follow him with the bulk of armor they torture themselves with.
Marcel held his breath as the guards ran past the alleyway, not noticing the hunched figure of the sixteen-year-old boy.
Letting out a chuckle, he held the bag full of his precious cargo closer to his body, making sure none of it was smashed.
Looking up at the sun, he knew he should be getting back and quickly climbed the wall of the building next to him with the help of a few boxes and overgrown vines.
Balancing on the roof, he leapt from house to house, gracefully and practically dancing in the warm sun.
It only took a few minutes, and knowing the city like the back of his hand made it easier to navigate even while he was on rooftops.
Finally arriving at his destination, he easily jumped on a balcony and swung to a tree branch hanging by until his feet hit the ground.
"At last....home." Marcel said, looking at the old torn-down villa built with tan bricks and red pine wooden decorations that hung in the front to ward off evil spirits.
The closer he got, the more he could hear the sounds of laughter and crying from children. Through short, wide windows, if he narrowed his eyes and focused, he could see heads of hair run past.
Marcel let out a smirk and opened the front door.
"Mars!" A small girl squealed and threw herself into his arms, which spined her around.
"Oh, Cassia! It's been forever since I saw you!"
"You saw me this morning, Mars!" Cassia giggled and hung onto the taller boy.
Marcel grinned. "Did I? Well, you've grown since then!"
Cassia blushed and stood on her tiptoes. "You really think so?"
"Well, of course."
"Is that Marcellus?! Oh, I have a word to pick with you."
From down the hallway a young woman appeared with black hair all the way down to the floor in a braid and the most stunning blue eyes that seemed to distract people from her dark bags that were under them.
"Decima! It's good to see you."
"I don't want to hear it, Marcellus." Decima spoke with narrowed eyes, then turned to Cassia.
"Little Shurb, how about you go play outside with the twins?"
Cassia wrinkled her small button nose. "But they always want to play Terni lapilli."
Decima frowned. "What's wrong with Terni lapilli?"
Cassia crossed her arms. "Nothing; they just always lose the marbles, and it takes us till sundown to find them." She pouted.
Marcel got down on his knees and booped her nose. "How about this? You play with your brothers, and I'll get you new marbles tomorrow."
Cassia's eyes widened. "Shiny ones?"
Marcel nodded, the small girl's smile being infectious. "They will be as shiny as Sol's chariot."
Cassia nodded her little head. "Deal!" The small girl ran out of the arched, cracked doorway.
Decima sighed as she rubbed at a stain on her lavender stola.
"Marcellus, what have you done this time?"
Marcel lips pressed together, knowing full well a lecture was coming.
"Please, on Astraeus's stars, do not start pestering me, Decima.
"Oh, shall I not, Marcellus? If the sweat on your forehead and the dirt on your feet are any indication, you have been participating in Mercury's sinful tricks."
"Don't pretend that his sinful tricks do not keep us from drowning."
Decima glared. "They may keep our heads above the tide, but for how much longer? Once the guards catch you, that's it!" She slammed her hand down on the table, and Marcel was surprised her copper wedding band on her finger didn't crack.
Marcel's brows furrowed. "Don't you see I am doing what I must? With Octavian gone—" Decima's eyes closed as if in pain at the mention of the name. "—we are all at risk even with our union. If we don't manage to keep up with our debt, then our ruse would have been for nothing, not to mention what Rufus would do."
Decima looked away, and Marcel took the older girl by the shoulders, making her look him in the eye. "You are my truest friend... I am doing what is right for all of us. For the children. For you as well."
Marcel and Decima stared into each other's eyes for what felt like minutes. They knew everything about the other—what stalked their dreams, what pushed them to keep going—but they never judged, for they completely trusted the other.
Decima nodded at her friend. "May Juno be with you."
Marcel smiled, a little bitterly. "No gods are with me."
Before Decima could utter a sound, Marcel walked down the hall. "Cerdis is in the children's room, I'm guessing."
Decima called back, wiping her hands on the front of her stola. "Yes, you know he has been waiting for you."
Happiness surged through him, suppressing the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind.
Marcel smiled and opened the door to the largest room in the very small, cracked domus where they lay their heads each night.
Candles lit the room where no windows let their light in. Two dark wooden cribs were in the corner, while there was a small bed on the other side of the room, which kept two growing children resting their heads, although there was barely any room for one child, much less two.
Although right then there was only one child, whose hair was raven and nappy, even under the covers, anyone could see the boy was small—too small. Most considered the boy to be cursed by Asclepius and wanted him put out of his misery, although Marcel knew better.
Marcel sat on the bed, making sure not to startle the sleeping figure.
Gently, Marcel uncovered the face of the small boy to reveal sunken eyes and paste-like skin that seemed to be coated with sweat; however, there was a small smile that played on the sleeping boy's lips.
The older boy spoke softly. "Cerdis, it is time to wake; Sol's chariot has already passed."
Eyes slowly opened, blinking before the little boy grinned from ear to ear; his brightness could put a smile on anyone's face.
"Mars!" A raspy voice came from Cerdis as he sat up, wrapping his small arms around the older boy.
Marcel softly kissed the boy on the top of the head. "Ah! Finally, you wake from your slumber." He held the raven-haired boy close. "Are you feeling blessed this morning by the gods?"
Cerdis nodded his head, looking confident. "Yes, because it is my day of birth!"
Marcel smiled. "Yes, it's not everyday that someone survives five winters."
Cerdis frowned. "I am still not as tall as Cassia."
The older boy laughed. "No, but maybe with the help of Juno, you will catch up." He said it, hoping that the bitterness would be kept out of his tone.
Cerdis gave him a toothy grin. "You really think so? I won't only be older than her, but taller as well!"
Ah yes, Cassia does hold her height over Cerdis very often, although it is probably due to the fact that Cerdis was the only one who questioned her when picking games. Hmm. I wonder what Cassia will do when Cerdis comes into manhood. I'm sure Cassia will find something else to hang over the poor boy's head.
Marcel patted Cerdis's head. "Well...I have you a present."
Cerdis shook with excitement and, with almost lightning speed, reached for Marcel's satchel but with speed was snatched back. "Now, now, Cerdis, I have a few other things in here."
Cerdis crinkled his nose, although the comment didn't make his smile waver. "I cannot wait any longer! Please Mars! What have you brought me?"
Without a second thought, Marcel opened the bag, minding the trinkets that were valuable, however small enough that their owners would not even notice they were gone until it was too late.
Cerdis's eyes widened as Marcel pulled something oval-shaped and quite small into his palm and wrapped it in cloth.
The raven-haired boy smelled the sweet aroma, and his mouth watered. "Is that-?"
Marcel uncovered the item to reveal the room-temperature sweet bun, smashed a little on one side, which made the honey sweetness drip over until the cloth was covered with the sticky substance.
"It was no trouble." Marcel once again kissed Cerdis head.
"A maritozzi!" Cerbis, not minding the stick, grabbed the sweet treat with full hands and took a bite. Marcel tried not to cringe at the mess on the boy's face.
But it was quite easy, with the happiness shining through. "Mmm."
"I see you are quite enjoying my present."
Cerdis showed his dimples through his smile, licking his fingers. "Thank you, Mars!"
Marcel smiled in a moment of weakness, asking the gods to bless his little brother with many more winters.
Ok, I've been a little bit obsessed with staticmonth this past weeks, and I've come with a lot of headcanons, backstories and human design.
Valentino:
Human name: Valentino
Reason: his mother wanted really bad a child, so on valentain day she went to the church of S.Valentino and pray a whole morning.
In the afternoon of the saim day she met a charming men and they fell in love.
After seven month she had a child that name Valentino to thank the Saint.
But when the men know of the child he left her alone.
For that she blames her son but never let this obscure her love for him.
Age: 17 (he died on his 18th birthday)
Surname: dorsn't have one
Sex: has both sex
Apperence: he is a charming spanish boy.He has dark blonde hair and borwn eyes. His upper body look like a male, but he has got a male and a female sex. That why he is confident wear colthes for all gender. His face is beautifull, it has soft feature that remember the painting of '300/'400.
Work: he work has a pornostar. Even if he's the most expensive and esclusive one, everyone want to have him.
His mother doesn't know what is his work, she only know that he is the best in the company.
One night he met a gentle man, that continue to say that he love him.
When he's at work he is a total bastard and manipulative person.
He also is a 'double face', can be gentle at first but, when he know somewone is totaly under his control, he become rude and a bitch.
Reason of death: torture
One night that man try to sexual abuse his female side (Val made it clear that one was out of touch) and Valentino defend himself by broking a glass on the other face.
The man leave but the night after he drugged him and with the help of three other peaple took him in a old building were he abuses him, burn him, destroy his privet part and use him as a puncing bag.
When Valentino's body couldn't take anymore they take on fire the building with him inside still alive.
When the autority came on the place and tried to stop the fire, Valentino, despite the left part of his body wich was completly melt, catch the leg of one fireman while tried to hask for help but died befor saing it.
The most sad thing is it was is birthday.
His mother cried him until she died for sadness.
She went to heaven and search for her baby, only to find the true about him.
Lover: Vox, their relationships is like sugar daddy/ sugar baby, but they like it that way.
When Vox tried to take their relationship to a more romantic way, he became nervous by thinking it will end like the 'one' when he was alive.
Vox don't know how he died, but he know is a red flag for Val.
Part 2: Vox
Human name: Vincent (I like to think that even in life their names start with v)
Reason of the name: took after his father (Vincent Tom Clary)
Age: 30
Job: he was a showman and presentator of one TV show
He was silly and gufy guy when he was on the show, but in the backstage he was a manipulative person and he create an abusive workplace.
Reason of death: elettric chair.
One of his co-workers was tired of the condition he was forced to work in, so he contact the cops who just went to the studio and control the place, but they find nothing.
After they leave, Vincent was so mad that he took the co-worker, locked him in the basment of the stage and let him starve for two weeks, saying to others that he was just fired.
One day another co-worker hear the scream that came from the basment, she called the cops that this time free the person, arrested Vincent and took him to prison, where he was sentenced to death by elettric chair.
His fans were shoked to find the true about him, and some toxic ones killed themself becouse "a world without Vincent isn't whort it"
Sex: male
Sourname: clary (I invented it, it's really bad)
Apperence: beautifull man with dark eyes and black hair.
His feature are strong when he's mad and soft when he's calm.
His personally capable of enchant everyone in a room thanks to his carisma and cheerfull persona.
Love:
in life= just some girls, nothing serius
Hell: Valentino. They have a complicate situation. Vox is Val sugar daddy and he enjoy spoil him with everything, even thought he is happy with this dinamic, he is willing to take this to a more romantic one, but Val (thanks to his past) doesn't want to.
"Run!"
Inks backstory coming sooon!~
Angel Ink Font Backstory: also Includes Dream and Nightmares sides of the story
Once, upon a time, a family lived in harmony, and peace. The father was part of a powerful guard, protecting the Kings of Heaven and Hell. They were very powerful, and full of life. One day, the Kings found two children that wandered into Hell. Their souls... Were so different... They were pure black, nothing like anyone had seen. Frisk and Chara stayed in the village, they were sweet and kind... Then one day, the Kings found them, with the one girl cradling her headless, mutalated sister.'The Monster did it.' Was what Chara said, and a black portal full of mindless, horrifying creatures poured out, forcing the brothers to seal the portal. However, the damage was done. The Monsters multiplied, and spilled into the Human realm. Thankfully, all species had special abilities to kill these creatures. Then everything... Changed.... Unknown to any of them, Chara did open this portal, she did summon the monster that murdered her sister in cold blood. But she hid it. Hid it until the right time when the brothers where apart. She planned to open the portal again, and shroud the realms in darkness and foul blood. The father did not want to fight. He wanted to help, but he had a family. The rest agreed, the children needed their father and wished the father best of luck. He begged them to forget about Chara and come with him to hide, but they refused, and the battle went south. Everything was destroyed. Chara had won. The brothers fled. However... She had no way to open the portal again with out a very, very powerful soul. Then, she remembered. The father had very powerful Hybrid children. It was her chance! So... After finding them, she raided the laboratory, only to just capture the father and his wife. The children escaped. The Humans hated them... Thought them of Monsters themselves, because Beasts that fled from Chara integrated themselves with the Humans, but they did not fully accept. So the children were part of their undying hatred and rage. They trapped them inside a barrier to where they would rot and die...Then... One day... A lady showed up... She had bright red hair... And a cheerful smile. She offered them to play a Game with her. They accepted... But the board wasnt right. There was something wrong. They didnt know this was Chara, until she revealed her real form, grabbing at the oldest child. However, the youngest boy stepped in the way to be taken. Then, the oldest grabbed her baby sister and ran. Chara eventually caught up with them, and stabbed the youngest through her soul. Chara couldnt finish the job, as the oldest teleported away, begging her sister not to die.
Then she had an idea. She took her sisters vanishing soul.
And fused it with hers.
Ink maintains complete control, due to her sisters weak soul.
"You always remember your first kill."
Kaleh'a had heard that statement a hundred times, and felt like he would hear it another hundred before he ever got the chance to experience what it meant. It was something of a mantra from his mother, the white haired Miqo'te past her prime, but more the wiser for it, and guiding her son's hand in archery had proven easy enough. Even if that same son had still not felled a beast, an alert deer, or a darting rabbit. It was his greatest failure as a hunter, so far, and one that he went out every evening to try and rectify.
That day was no different.
Above him, Menphina winked down between wisps of clouds, the sky painted a vibrant hue of orange and purple as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, the last rays of warmth kissing the tip of the tree he sat crouched in. Shifting on his feet, his leather boots scraped softly against the bark, the only sound he made besides soft breaths, his bow unslung and strung, the firm wood resting against the tops of his boots as his blue eyes scanned the forest floor below. He had picked his location carefully, tracking coming naturally to the cat boy, his blonde ears flicking one way and then the next as the forest came alive. It was his goal to blend into that liveliness, to just be a part of his, to not stand out in his soft, laced, long sleeve brown shirt, to be just high enough to avoid detection by scent, and yet low enough that he wouldn't split his wool pants when he dropped down to finish his prey. His long tail flicked at the thought, carefully wrapped around his ankles, so it wouldn't hang down and alert an animal with its unconscious movements. He wanted that kill, needed it at this point, already eighteen and considered an adult, but truthfully, he didn't mind one more night of going kill-less.
He loved these nights. The calmness. The watching. The waiting. He just didn't love the strain of staying in one position for so long. His right hand left his bow string, brushing away his bangs from his eyes, their white tips--his mother's prideful voice rising in his head, "Moon kissed"--a little more evident in the moonlight starting to filter down, and he shifted again on his perch. On his back, his quiver shifted, he fur lined inside keeping the noise of his arrows to a minimum, the two gripped in his right hand parallel with the bow's curve more likely to make a sound than those resting peacefully in their home. That was all he should need anyways. Two quick draws, two quick fires, one dead meal. Then it would all be handy work, a knife, skinning and claiming his trophy, that coveted first kill.
If anything shows up, he thought dully, letting out a soft sigh, blue orbs lazily gliding along the forest floor. There was nothing there, not even a curious mouse to brush a leaf and catch his attention. It was so...quiet.
Both of his ears shot up, at attention, as his eyes stopped seeing, and instead, he focused on his hearing. When had the crickets stopped singing? The nightingales stopped warbling? When had everything around him grown so unnaturally still, like the entire forest was waiting for something...something Kaleh'a knew nothing about. He sat there, for a long, slow minute, listening, and finally, as the sun dipped below the surface of the horizon fully, he saw it. A flicker of orange in a forest of green, something as out of place as he was in the foliage, and something he knew deep down exactly what it was.
He was already moving before he could fully think it through, bow slung into his quiver, hands grabbing the branch below him, swinging down to the forest floor, smoothly rolling and bouncing out of it as he started running towards the oddity he had spotted, perhaps the most dangerous thing in a forest.
Fire.
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Kaleh'a knew the layout of the surrounding area well, and it was only three minutes before he reached a small, well used road that cut through the forest, about where he had estimated the orange glow of early embers lay. He wasn't sure if he should be proud he was right, or worried, perhaps even fearful as he took in the scene. A carriage sat in the middle of the road, overturned and the lantern in the front broken, burning oil licking at the dry wood as someone pounded on the broken door from the inside, the twisted frame jamming it shut. He could see that all, about thirty yards away, clear as day as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, scanning the surroundings for danger. He found a hint of it only ten yards in front of him.
In the road, the carriage driver lay, and just from the glance Kaleh'a took, he knew the man was dead. His legs...his legs were no longer joined with his body. And his chest...
The archer felt like he was going to puke as staggered out of the tree line, his gaze flicking away from the man as he took a deep breath, the sound of someone yelling catching his attention, his eyes alighting on a, thankfully, alive and well dressed knight. His armor was dented, right in the center of the chest plate, but he was up, waving his sword, and staring down--
"Never hunt a red eye."
Red eyes. Angry, blazing, red eyes. The pierced the soul with hatred as the beast stomped a hoof, the boar staring down the frantically waving guard, not a drop of sympathy in it's gaze as it shook it's head. A tusk, easily twice the length of Kaleh'a's torso, curved from it's lips, the other, shorter tusk chopped off halfway, but already the full one had blood dripping from it, a tattered remnant of a guard's clothing hanging from the tip. The wound on the fallen driver's chest, the force he had to have taken... Bile rose in his mouth as Kaleh'a pushed forward, his body recoiling inside as he reached back and pulled out his bow, yelling out as the boar stomped it's front hoof again,
"The carriage! Get behind it!"
The guard, surprised to hear a voice turned, eyes widening as he saw the archer knocking an arrow and aiming it right at the creature easily twice his size, recognizing the wisdom of those words as he took a step towards the only barrier he could put between himself and the monster. But his armor was heavy, his chest was on fire, and his movements were slow, slow enough for the boar to begin it's charge.
Thundering footsteps were met with a twang of a bow string, an iron tipped arrow singing through the air and smacking wetly into the beast's neck, a grunting snort and toss of its head the only sign it had felt the sting of the archer's shot before it was upon the guard, but the arrow saved the guard a gruesome impalement. The toss of the monster's head was enough to turn aside it's tusk, the goring instrument glancing along the guard's side as he screamed in fear and pain, sending the armored man spinning to the ground, but out of harms way. A heavy thud followed, and a shrill shriek rose from the carriage, whoever was within it feeling the jolt and hearing the splinter of wood as the beast turned the carriage rack on the back to splinters. The passenger hold held up, the beast squealed angrily, and those beady red eyes turned towards the last known offender.
"Never hunt a red eye."
Kaleh'a understood why now. The shot he had landed should have ended the threat, on any normal boar he was sure it would have. But this...this monstrosity was another thing entirely. He cursed under his breath, a second arrow knocked, drawn, and released before the beast could fully face him, the second arrow striking just as true, square between and slightly above the eyes. It froze for a second, as if confused, or hopefully, wounded, but dread crept through Kaleh'a as he saw those red eyes narrow, focus, and pin him.
Fear like nothing he had ever felt stilled his arms, his hands, his feet. It left him frozen, rooted, a dead man. No! Move! Do not freeze! He had to move, his life depended on it.
The boar's left front hoof scraped the dirt angrily, beady eyes fixed on its target.
Familiarity. That was what made an archer dangerous. Knowing their bow, their arrows, their draw speed and turning each motion into a smooth and sure flow. Muscle memory propelled his arm, up and back, hand closing around three arrows, two transferred to his bow hand, the third knocked on the string.
The boar's left foot dug again at the dirt, and with a squeal it charged.
It was enough to shock the Miqo'te's system, get him moving, a rapid full draw and release, his left arm stinging as the bow string snapped along it, no guard there for the young archer. The second arrow was knocked before the beast made it five yards, fifteen left between him and death, the steel tip joining it's earlier brother between the eyes, sinking a few inches into flesh, but nothing more. The second draw and fire was quicker, accurate, true as the last, slamming into the beast to the left of the other two, turning its head into a pincushion of three arrow shafts, but none of the heads biting deep enough. Ten yards.
He didn't know who was screaming, wasn't even aware it was his lips parted in that terrifying caterwaul as he drew back the third arrow, the beast's breath hot as it closed within five yards, three, two--
That last arrow sang as it left his bow, a tune he had never heard before as bow string propelled it forward, wooden shaft scraping along wooden guide, metal tip gleaming as the carriage seat caught fire and flared to life. Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was skill. Either way, the arrow found something besides tough, thick skin.
The beast's eye gave easily to the force of the arrow tip, collapsing and welcoming it into its home, the shaft following at speed as blood gushed around it. The arrow continued onward, discontent with its initial findings, travelling deeper, deeper than any arrow before it had landed. That beady red eyes was replaced in seconds with a three feathered flight, the knocking notch and its supporting feathers the only thing visible of the arrow, the second eye falling as lifeless as the other now was.
Legs crumpled, the dead weight too much to support as the beast belly flopped to the earth, sliding without so much as a sound those last two yards, tusk sliding clear of its target, the short nose of the monster stopping right at Kaleh'a's boots, snot dripping from it as the archer stared down at it in shock. No breaths lifted the thing's chest. No heart still beat in it. Only black and red ichor leaked from its eye, the killing blow, as the archer tried and failed to comprehend what had just happened.
His mouth was slightly agape, his heart hammering in his chest as adrenaline coursed through his body, his tail twitching and flicking behind him as he tried to catch his breath, throat raw for some reason. He had imagined his first kill a hundred times, fired a thousand arrows for that very purpose. It was always an animal, unaware, clean and fast, no chance to run, or hide, or spoil the hunt. It had never crossed his mind that it would be this, staring down a boar, a red eyed boar, charging him, shooting like his life depended on it--because his life depended on it, and dropping a monster that had taken a life already. He had never imagined--
The boar twitched, a phantom twitch, muscles relaxing, and the Miqo'te leapt a solid yard straight up, hissing wildly as his tail shot out and bristled, an arrow just appearing in his hand as he loosed it point blank as soon as his feet touched the ground, right into the beast's head again as he hissed again. But it was already dead, the arrow seeming to stick out of its target oddly, as if to ask "why did you do that?" He took a slow, deep, shuddering breath and let his shoulders relax, lowering his bow as he breathed out, taking in another breath...why did he smell...smoke?
"Oh. Oh shit! The carriage!"
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It was much easier to break into the carriage than out, a shrilly trilling woman dressed in expensive, but not haughty clothes pulled out first by Kaleh'a, before an equally well dressed man he could only assume was the woman's husband followed, only needing the faintest attempt at help before he just hauled himself out. The woman was staring at the beast, rooted at the spot she had jumped down to from the overturned carriage, a mere seven or so yards from the front of the carriage, as her husband set about throwing dirt on the fire, Kaleh'a quickly joining him, then giving up, kicking the weakened driver's seat a few times, dislodging the flaming bench, and kicking it away from the rest of the carriage. It only took the two men a minute to put the flat piece of wood out that way, before both, and then a third in the form of a hobbling soldier, put out the lantern and lingering oil flame. Slowly, all three turned tired, and beaten, faces towards the beast.
"Our driver, Reyn." The nobleman turned a hopeful gaze towards Kaleh'a, and he just shook his head, unwilling to speak what he had seen, what had become of the man, gesturing to the noblewoman.
"You should keep her towards the back of the carriage. That way she won't see--"
"Is it dead?"
The soft voice that cut off the young archer grabbed both their attention, Kaleh'a taking a moment to answer as he saw what looked like overwhelming awe on the woman's face. "Yes. It's dead."
"And you killed it?" Her husband was at her side in a moment, murmuring softly to her as he turned her towards the carriage, guiding her towards the back of it, but her words still reached Kaleh'a where he stood. "How...how do you kill something like that?"
His tail flicked, and he slowly lifted his hands, as if realizing for the first time that yes, he had killed it. He had killed his first prey. He had done it, and as he stared at his hands, he noticed they were shaking slightly, as if her words confirming it made it real.
"It gets...easier." The raspy breath beside the cat boy nearly sent him jumping again, until he saw armor, a now sheathed sword, and a guard looking a good bit worse for wear, although incredibly standing and standing well. "You saved us."
Kaleh'a could only stare at the guard, dumbstruck, and a little confused, meeting his hazel eyes for a moment before realizing what the guard was hinting at, the archer's eyes widening as he shook his head. "I don't expect a reward!"
"But you deserve one." The guard reached out, grabbed Kaleh'a's left hand, pulling it up and pressing a small, but heavy bag of coins into it, giving the archer a stern look. "Don't try to give it back. You did a good thing. That money is nothing compared to our lives." The sad glance towards Reyn's body had the Miqo'te's ears wilting, his mouth opening and closing, trying to work the words out of his mouth, the money feeling heavier in his hand.
"I'm sorry...I didn't get here sooner."
"Don't be. There was nothing you could do." The guard shook his head, and slowly sank back against the carriage, sitting with a groan as he gestured towards the beast. "Came out of the forest on our side, gored the poor fool before he could even react, and tipped our carriage. Honestly...I thought we were done until you came along."
"I saw the fire." He didn't know why he felt like he had to say it, but it just made sense to say it, motioning to where he had come from. "The sun had already set, I knew it had to be a fire."
The guard gave the young man another look, a long one, before he remarked, "You know this area well."
"I do."
"Anywhere we could stay?" A simple question, and one Kaleh'a should have thought of, especially while still holding their money. He rapidly pocketed it, nodding as the bag of gold found its home against his chest, turning towards the road.
"Yes! My town, I'm sure we could find a place for you. It's about..." He glanced around, checking their surroundings, and the position of the moon, before confirming, "no more than twenty minutes walk."
The guard chuckled, and gestured towards the road. "We won't have to walk."
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When Kaleh'a saw the flicker of torches in front of his town's gate, he knew his absence had not gone unnoticed. The town of only thirty some-odd people meant everyone knew everyone, and when one went missing, everyone went looking. Instead of having to venture out into the dark, they were instead met by the Miqo'te archer leading two horses, a nobleman and his wife on one, and a guard in silver armor on the other. It was a white haired Miqo'te female who broke the line first, letting out a wail as she ran towards her son, hugging him as he laughed, Kaleh'a happily returning his mother's hug before she broke their embrace to look him over.
"What were you thinking?! Staying out this late. You know what lurks in this fore--"
"Mom, please." He chuckled and nodded to their guests, already the townsfolk helping them down and asking if they were okay. "They needed help, I gave it."
His mother's eyes narrowed, taking in the guard's dented armor, and his ragged appearance. "Help, help with what?"
Abruptly, a cry of surprise went up, and the townsfolk shifted, flowed, and then pressed towards the dark, shadowy object behind the horses, what they had dragged the entire way back to the town. His mother didn't need to look closer, her night vision giving her all the view she needed, eyes going wide as she saw the arrows sticking from its head, turning slowly back to her son as he gave her a tired smile.
"You were right, mom. You never forget your first kill."
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He never spent a cent of that money. Even to this day he carries it with him. The bag has changed, a padded one to muffle the sound of clinking coin, but he never forgot. The money became a reminder, of why he hunted, what he hunted, and for who he hunted. He hunted to protect. He hunted the monsters of the world. And he hunted for those who couldn't. And with every step, and every draw, and every soft shift of those coins, he'd always remember that first kill, and the path it set him on.
Cold
It was one of the few things Brynhorn Fiske hated, but found himself in more often than not. Laying belly down in snow would do that to you, and of course, he was doing just that, sighting down the sights of his rifle as he breathed slowly, evenly, watching as far below him on the mountain, Garlean soldiers passed through a small mountain pass. He tracked the first soldier, his head appearing in his sights, a tiny little black dot, as his finger slowly shifted from the trigger guard, resting against the trigger, taking a slow breath, letting it out even slower...
"Boo!"
Bryn felt his eyes narrow, slowly turning his head to stare at the ashen haired joker as the Hyur assassin snickered next to him, the sniper slowly removing his finger from the trigger. "You are lucky I have good trigger discipline," the soldier growled out, his voice deep and rich for his age, the thirty four year old Sergeant pushing up onto his elbows and disrupting a few small pebbles of soft snow.
"We would have been fine," Thancred chuckled out, "the sound wouldn't have reached them from here."
Bryn shifted his gun, rising to his knees as he shouldered the pine wood rifle and sighed, the younger man still very much a silver tongued tease. "You're right, but they would have noticed their Lieutenant dropping dead at the head of the line."
Thancred actually looked mildly concerned at that statement, looking down towards the mountain pass, and then back at the all white clad soldier, before nervously saying, "You couldn't hit that...right?" Bryn just gave him a stare, his silver eyes gleaming as he repositioned the hat on his head, the snow dusted linen hiding his short cropped black hair as he turned and began to trudge through the snow towards the next lookout, Thancred following along behind him and calling out, "Right!?"
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Bryn was back in the snow, belly down, the angle of the slope steep enough to give him a natural angle down towards the pass, nearly fully covered by snow now that they were closer, his rifle sticking out from it and angled down towards the next section of the pass. Nearby, Thancred tossed a knife up into the air, catching it blade first, and repeating, the Sergeant mildly annoyed at him. He would have told him to stop, if the sun was out, but the day was blissfully cloudy. Correction, it was bitterly cloudy. It made the snow an extra few degrees cooler, and that just added to the soldier's mounting annoyance. He wasn't used to all of this sneaking around, waiting, and watching, more a man of action with his militant background, but after joining the cloak and dagger operation out of Limsa Lominsa, he had adapted, quickly. It wasn't his preferred method of engagement, but he could be deadly at the long ranges the organization wanted him to observe from.
He let out a slow breath, watching the pass, the slow progression of the Garlean soldiers, not even bothering with the sights this time as his finger rested on the trigger guard. The snow had fallen thick the evening before, and it was showing, the foot soldiers slogging through the soft powder as their black armor stuck out like beetles on paper, the sniper thanking the guild for providing him with a white coat, white shirt, and white pants, even a pair of leather boots with white fur sewn over the brown material. It kept him camouflaged, even better than Thancred's white and black coat.
"What's your camouflage again?" The question was mumbled, the Sergeant's cheek pressed to the butt of his rifle as he glanced at the younger, but senior in the guild, rogue. It actually got the spy to stop tossing his knife, look at Bryn, and then raise his arms as if it was self explanatory.
"A rock!"
"Rock's don't move."
"You are zero fun."
"I thought this wasn't supposed to be fun."
Thancred narrowed his gaze, and then let out a grumbling curse. "I preferred my last detail. No one to babysit, and plenty of beautiful women to court~" Bryn actually groaned, and Thancred laughed at the sound, returning to tossing his knife as the soldier shifted slightly, looking back down his rifle at--
"Hey. Where's the patrol?"
Thancred stopped tossing the knife, looking down towards the mountain pass, as Bryn rose to one knee, sighting down his rifle and slowly scanning, the rogue crouching down as he too looked for any trace. "How the...there is nowhere else to go but...wait..."
He tapped Bryn's shoulder, pointing, and the older soldier shifted his sight line to where he was directed, closing one eye as he took in what his eagle eyed leader had.
"A door? Metal... Huh, magitek I think. See a keypad."
"You can see that?"
Bryn just nodded, continuing on with his explanation as he looked slightly to the left. "Single guard, blends in well with the rocks and door. Still stupid to wear black in snow."
"When do they not wear all black?" Thancred drawled out, sitting back in the snow. "Well, we have the location of the secret Castrum! I think we've seen enough."
Bryn had to agree, rising to his feet and stamping them slightly, getting the blood flowing as he shifted his gun onto his shoulder, lifting his gloved hands and blowing on them before answering. "Plenty. Let's head back and--"
The crack of the rifle rang out, and Bryn staggered back, slamming back into the snow as pain blossomed in his side, laying on his back, nearly starting to slide down the steep mountain peak, he saw for the first time the Garlean scout who had just shot him, the still smoking blade-gun pointed right at him, and the pristine white armor enough to make the soldier eat his earlier words. Already, the scout was aiming at Thancred, the rogue leaping forward, ready to close the distance as Bryn reacted on instinct.
The crack-BOOM of his rifle, brought to bear against his shoulder, sent a ball of aether spinning towards the scout, stabilized with spin and cutting through the cool air. The poor sap didn't stand a chance, Bryn's older, less advanced rifle far more accurate thanks to familiarity and old, lost technology, the concentrated ball of death slamming through the visor of the scout and snuffing out his life in an instant.
Bryn lowered his rifle slowly, already panting as pain began to truly radiate from his wound, blood seeping into the snow under him and staining his coat a rich, vibrant red. The crumpled Garlean began to slide down the mountain, his armor dragging him along, as below an alarm sounded and soldiers began to pour from the door. The rogue was at Bryn's side in a moment, handing him a fistful of bandages that the sniper pressed to his wound, hissing in pain before making a move to get to his feet.
"You can't--"
"I can and I will." Bryn cut him off, not needing to hear that the wound was bad, or that it would slow them down. Instead, he just pressed his rifle into Thancred's hands and then pulled himself up, swaying slightly as blood slowly dripped from between his fingers and around already stained bandages. "Go. Get them the location. I'll follow."
"You're kidding!" Thancred was incredulous, his brown eyes shining with disbelief, and his mouth working open and closed, a few sounds like words leaving his lips, but he didn't get the chance to say them.
"No. Go. You're the leader, you know the mission takes precedence."
"And you're my charge!" Stubborn. Someone had mentioned that about Thancred, Bryn didn't care to remember who. He just gave the well built man a shove and growled out angrily.
"And I'm saying go! I've survived worse, now let me do what I'm trained to do, and go!" Thancred hesitated, then tried to hand back the rifle he still clutched, Bryn waving him off with a quick, "I'll be better without it," only then turning and starting to make a rapid, half sliding half running descent down the mountain, angling away from the Garlean forces trying to pick their way up it. Bryn watched him go, making sure he didn't turn back, before he too turned and headed along the mountain ridge, but going up and away from the approaching forces.
He knew he had a long few days ahead of him as every step barked with pain in his side.
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Three days later, when Bryn walked over the threshold of the guild in Old Sharlayan, the whispers began. Thancred had returned only the day before, begging that a search party be mounted, but finding no one willing to search for a body. Not a single one of the unsavory bunch expected him to crawl through the door, but to walk through it? Tattered white clothes stained red with blood? He shocked them all.
For a long week, some swore they had seen claw marks in his clothes. Others said they saw a healed bullet wound on his left side. Others whispered his eyes glowed unnaturally. But no matter what was said, his name was whispered nearly reverently, and an old moniker made a resurgence from his military days.
"Silver Wolf."
He never told anyone what happened up on that mountain. Not even Thancred. All he would say was that he hid, and waited until the danger passed.
And that he hated the cold.
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World's tiniest update. c:
Oof had to fix my blog cuz it looked weird and I didn't even notice. orz But on the plus side, I made some small changes to Blue's backstory, so we now have her siblings and friends' names in said backstory! :D Plus I re-wrote some of it since I had been half-asleep when I first wrote it, so hopefully, it's more understandable now. Hopefully. owo'
You can read her backstory here.
James & Heather
Soo these are two of the charecters in my newest creative endevor? I lowkey hyperfixated on this, and made them both pinterest oards and spotifly playlists for both of them. soo enjoy ig?
James: old money, lawyer, expensive watches and suits. Goes to the most prestigious law school in the country, and lives pretty lavishly. He has his whole life planned out, and there is no wiggle room. He’s very intense and charismatic, and will almost always get his way. He does not usually laugh, but he will smirk. He’s always worried he’s not doing enough, and is always aiming to go higher, do more. He has OCD, and is on the edge of burnout, even if he cant see it. Likes listening to french music
Childhood: Parents are really rich, and he always went to the best schools. When he was a little kid, his sister got sick, and their family crumbled. James was essentially left alone, while his parents took care of hid dieter, he tried everything to get their attention, but nothing worked. When he was visiting his sister once, he met a girl that he immediately wanted to become friends with. They became good friends, but one day when he went to visit her she was fead, because her parents could not afford the medicine. After seeing how his sister was alive only because their parents could afford the treatments, he decided that he was going to make enough money that he would be able to provide for the people he loved, incase something happened. He really misses his sister, but she wont return his calls, and it hurts that they dont talk any more.
Heather: wild and free, lives in a van, currently unemployed. James sister, though they are not on talking terms. She is very good with the flow, and rejects anything with a set schedule because of her childhood. She takes medication for a lot of health issues, and was really sick as a kid. She is constantly scared that she will get sick again, and is slightly afraid of hospitals. She will freak out whenever she gets sick, and always thinks it is serious, even if it just a common cold. She believes crystals have the power to heal you.
Childhood: Heathers parents are extremely rich, and she went to the best schools, and lived in huge mantion. However, when she is 8 or 9, she developed a series health condition, and spent the next 8 years in and out of hospitals and surgery. Thankfully, due to the treatments her parents could afford, she recovered, but she now fears hospitals. After spending so much time inside hospitals, and almost dying, she lives in a van, and rejects any normality. She does not talk with her parents or brother after they had a huge falling out because her family wanted her to stay close to home, in case something happened to her, and she needed to be hospitalized again.however, of she does get sick again, she wants to spend the little time she has left being free, and far away from the hospitals.
Goat post Catholic Guilt
Aka after Goat accepts the fact he's the new God of War despite his deep hatred toward heretical Gods (but mostly the Crowns because they're parasitic)
Goat usually hangs out at Cult of the Lamb but he often wanders back into the domains to vent his anger and frustrations out on heretics, but only for Darkwood, Anura and Anchordeep. In Silk Cradle he collects things from Shamura's domain (mostly things he can repurpose into his image/symbols, their books, and followers.) He's yet to pick a place to establish his domain, for he refuses to dwell in Silk Cradle. Only insects enjoy such a dark, cramped and damp place.
Goat also puts off establishing his Cult, refusing to come up with a name. Right now he's just 'plotting' and 'planning', by that I mean just killing people and stealing their stuff and collecting weapons.
He eventually makes his way back to the Cult of the Lamb where he enters Lamb and Narinder's relationship, though he seems to favor Narinder far more than Lamb. So they're a polycule that's only a polycule when Goat kisses Narinder and (reluctantly) cuddles with Lamb. Narinder's the primary husband and Lamb is the spare spouse.
What's the Lamb-Narinder-Goat throuple name?
Also he was initially hesitant when it came to physical and sexual intimacy since the religion goatkind follows preaches that sex should only occur for reproduction. But Lamb and Narinder helps ease him out of his discomfort. (Both are way too experienced with easing each other out of discomfort, thanks trauma.)
Their bed gets cramped at night with there being three adults and a quickly growing child. (and they might have to get a bigger bed when NariLamb gets three shittens... ((only when they're old enough to be in a bed))
Limos + eventual shittens sees him as the "Bonus Papa", the cool guy who shows up every few weeks. He tries keeping his distance but Limos is determined to win him over. At the cost of her being put in timeout for "tormenting" Bonus Papa because she "stalked" and "cornered him" every time he stepped outside. pfft, whatever that means. He is the perfect, no, the ultimate bedtime snuggler because he's the blend of Narinder's warmth with hints of Lamb softness. He does eventually warm up to her.
He goes to Shamura for advice but he holds no attraction or affection to Shamura, or any of the former Bishops, really. (THE IRONY THO, THE IRONY. YOU ARE FUCKING THE NEW GOD OF DEATH AND THE FORMER GOD OF DEATH WHO WAS A BISHOP YOU CLOWN.) Though he is a God now his upbringing and strict teachings by the Church has made him biased. He does wish he could "borrow" Witness Allocer because of the spider's devotion to Shamura/Lamb, and for his wisdom, but the spider wouldn't leave Cult of the Lamb for his Cult.
Unlike Shamura whose library is filled with texts and scrolls on all sorts of information, Goat's eventual library will only be filled with texts and scrolls on wars, battle training, politics, and related documents.
ooooo spooky
Backstory: She’s a ghost overseer who used to live in the Night Kingdom (an OC of mine used to live there) and she protected her people from danger, though she currently resides in a home with many ghost children. She’s a nice lady though she doesn’t like many intruders/visitors in her house.
She has come in contact with other cookies, examples being: Wizard Cookie, Starfall Cookie, Wild Strawberry Cookie, and Gingershy.
Queen Overseer Cookie’s powers are uncontrollable powers much stronger than a dragon. Speaking of a dragon, she has been friends with a younger dragon, though once older, he went insane and started to kill off dragon population.
Overseer unfortunately had to kill her best friend, locking a powerful bracelet on his wrist where he is buried 100 feet underground, it’s also the main reasons she hides herself in an abandoned house.
But right now she is calm, fine, healthy, and the best friend of Gingershy.
My palismin for my self insert character. Her name is Boo-berry star or Boo for short. She is a jackolope cat hybrid and is inspired by stars. She is Stringbean’s sister since they came from the same branch and have similar experiences before coming to life. Her story is Lily carved her while Luz was carving Stringbean’s egg, and Lily felt connected to what Luz had said and made Boo-berry star an egg so she could decided what she wanted to be. Boo-berry star chose the form of Lily’s first pet, favorite animal, and her passion of astrology. Boo-berry hatched after Lily realized all she ever wanted was a family who excepted their differences. Boo-berry is not that powerful but she can shoot a starry beam of rainbow light with elements of the dark night. Boo also has another similarity to Stringbean and it’s that she can shift into different pets based on her witch’s needs, or her own.