dear hunter
"A blood moon hangs ever lower, beasts run amok.
So long as they rule, I will set this land aflame."
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dossier.
basics
NAME ???
ALIASES kerenos, aeginaea, remieaux, orion, owlet, 'keith', shadow, death, ombre, gatekeeper, deslondes, gate guardian, raven, whisper, orchid, rose, midnight, mystery, beloved, mon cher, pavoux, dante, odile, tsuki.
AGE timeless.
NAMEDAY ???
LANGUAGE(S) common, ishgardian, morse, sign, draconic, something ancient.
RACE duskwight elezen?
GENDER male.
VOICE CLAIM yone - french
ORIENTATION ???
STATUS partnered [polyam].
FAMILY ???
OCCUPATION master hunter. / proprietor of nepenthe.
RESIDENCE: coerthas.
ALIGNMENT lawful evil.
MBTI istj-a.
LIKES silence. filigree. flowers. crosses. puppets. architecture. blood.
DISLIKES people. loud areas. liars. loneliness.
physical
EYE COLOR one eye is a ghostly white.
HAIR COLOR jet black with white streaks.
MARKINGS ???
HEIGHT 7'11" ft.
WEIGHT heavy.
BUILD upside down triangle. built.
AETHERIC SIGNATURE peer deeper and take a look for yourself, if you have the ability to do so. at a first glance, it is akin to surfing through space, an abyss amongst faint and glittering stars. beneath the waves, there's something else. something more.
stats
| STATISTICS | LEVEL |
|---|---|
STRENGTH | ⯁⯁◇◇◇ |
DEXTERITY | ⯁⯁⯁⯁◇ |
CONSTITUTION | ⯁⯁⯁⬖◇ |
INTELLIGENCE | ⯁⯁⯁⯁⬖ |
WISDOM | ⯁⯁⯁⯁⯁ |
CHARISMA | ⯁⯁⬖◇◇ |
quirks
seems to speak to himself. he has a tendency to be cryptic in his dealings with specific things.
prefers to be outside at night. typically will not leave his home during the day unless it's very important. there's less of a chance of talking to people that way.
whistles frequently. he will always whistle different tunes he's heard or whistle in a way similar to how someone he knows sounds.
he is a light sleeper. any noise whatsoever will alert him.
has a tendency to stare at folk unblinking. if one stares at him or looks at him, he will look back. that is a guarantee.
as his true name is a mystery, should one ask what his name is, he will give someone the opportunity to present a name to him. he has gone by many names and will respond to anything.
speaks monotonously. this is something that he cannot seem to help, but there are moments in which he will intentionally twist his tone to make sure he gets a point across.
characteristics
Positive
a good listener, he is more likely to be quiet, deadpan and take in whatever one is saying.
efficient to the core. he strives primarily off of his efficiency.
innately direct in his meaning and words. one will not be confused by his speech. there are exceptions.
adaptable. his conditions and whereabouts hardly matters. he will adjust as necessary to a situation.
Neutral
old-fashioned. he enjoys the antique way of living. none of this technology. he understands its use, however.
solitary. he does not wish to spend his time with anyone in particular and prefers being alone. but this means that he's a good confidant.
cerebral. he values the brain more than the heart at times. he is logical, but cold.
Negative
cruel as a hunter can be. kindness has gotten him nowhere and kindness would get him killed.
obsessive. over things. people he can't have. things that drive him insane.
charmless. his charisma lies in his intimidation, not his ability to be smooth. while it is possible, it will not be real.
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lore.
Hooks
are you a creature of the night? a beast terrorizing the wild? he will come find you. and he will hunt you down to the ends of hydaelyn.
folk with aethersight and look deeply into him will find a lovely surprise.
he wanders the streets of ishgard at night like a spectre and speaks with other souls that wander. perhaps you've seen him once or twice. maybe talked to him.
he frequently naps in the church but he isn't religious. he would rather spit on halone's statue. don't be afraid to wake him up.
he has a pallor that seems undead in nature. he will deny it or say nothing. but if you know, then you know.
proprietor / master of nepenthe. surely, you might have heard whispers of something a bit otherworldly lurking beneath the underbelly of ishgard, yes?
Rumors
❝ sometimes i see him stand in front of a plot of land that i can't seem to glean. i think there's just an old dilapidated house there. ❞
❝ i heard he doesn't have an eye at all. that it was taken out by one of the temple knights. i think he disobeyed them. ❞
❝ he's saved a few people from their demise, i think. i don't think he's a bad guy. sort of like the vigilante type, right? so cool! ❞
❝ i saw him talking to himself while peering over the heights of the holy see and it looked like he was petting something, i guess? i didn't see anything there, though. ❞
❝ he looks noble, doesn't he? but at least he's willing to talk to us. he didn't used to do that before -- he used to be by his lonesome, right? i wonder what changed. ❞
Sightings
ONE ❝ I never received his name. Only spoken on someone else's lips did I know of him and even then, it was no more than a faint description of his countenance. He was unsettling, monotone when he spoke. If he spoke much, that is. When he looked at me, it felt like a latent hunger awaiting to come out from the woodworks. Like he was deciding on whether to consume me, bones and all, or whether he wanted me to live another day until there was not a single creature left on the streets. He has the gaze of a hunter, though that night, I was not his prey. ❞TWO ❝ We have talked before, certainly. Many times. Remieaux has stopped me from the brink of annihilation. I would have been dead had it not been for him. Our conversations had been much of me talking and him listening, occasionally giving advice whenever I asked him for some. He was not kind about it, no, but I think what I needed to hear was the truth more than anything else. He was willing to give me that. On our last conversation, he gave me a single camellia, telling me it was his favorite flower and that he had to leave soon. I don't know where he went to that day, but that flower still sits in my living room, dead and decaying further. It's my one reminder of him. ❞THREE ❝ Orion and I were close. I peered into him in a way I think no one else could. At least, I believe I did. We shared a lot of ourselves, physically, mentally - in more ways than I can truly count. It's strange, though, how he's left an impression on me and yet I don't - didn't - know much about him. I feel like I touched some part of him, though. A part of him that he didn't know he had. He made me feel like I did. I believe I did. I do. I, really, truly do. There were moments where he seemed so genuine. Where there's a look in his eye that speaks of nostalgia, of woe. I never saw what was beneath the mask, I suppose. But I loved the mask to the point where I never truly cared. Dear hunter, sweet hunter. ❞FOUR (RA'MELE) ❝ You mean Gatekeeper? Well, I think a lot of things. He's growing on me... I don't want to say like a fungus because he isn't something bad. Yeah, he is one of few words that are extremely thought out, but he's one to have at your side. Be it ally, companion, friend, or company. He listens and actually hears you. He looks at you and sees you. The good and the bad. Once you have learned to speak with him, you'll have one of the most loyal at your side. At least, that is what I think. I'd fight to the end of the star and through all the hells for him. ❞
ENTRIES
INSTRUMENT OF TORTURE, INSTRUMENT TO HOLD, INSTRUMENT OF LOVE.❝ To describe a man like this one, my… one might not think he is a man at all.
A beast with long fangs, to snap, to bite, to eat. A beast with terrible claws, to catch, to tear, to choke. A beast with paws, to sneak, to chase, to hunt.
My, is he a man? Is he?
Do such fangs withdraw, so that there might be space for mine lips upon bloodied lips? Do such claws retract, so that I might hold trembling hands? Do such paws slow, so that I might catch up when he is alone?
A man, a beast, a man… perhaps we know nothing at all. ❞
HE WHO LOVES DEATH, HE OF WHITE WINGS AND HEAVY HEART❝ You will know him by the slant of the light, the way it angles towards him no matter where he is, no matter how faint. Even starlight seems to halo his face, constellations distorting themselves just to fit inside his mouth. How many pieces would you chop yourself into just to be able to tuck beneath his tongue? How brightly would you burn just to make him turn his head?You will feel him between the beats of your heart, tender, loosening his grip on the muscle to permit another pulse. When he squeezes you will lament, you will panic, you will cry, and when he smiles in the final moment you will rejoice.You will hear him sing in the quiet of the field when the blood soaks into the dirt and the flies gossip. You will know his sigh when the maggots find the marrow. You will crave his teeth when you starve for purpose, for company, for food, for a loving hand, and he will show you how to eat yourself. He lives in the goosebumps that spill down your arms when you can't catch your breath; his laughter warms the hole the spear leaves in your guts; his fingertips trace every exit wound, lovingly shaping bullet, arrowhead, and claw to hook just right.He will never leave you. He is always leaving.You will immolate with the need to bleed more just to watch him lick it up. You will scrape your spirit back into your dead meat just to beg him to rip it out over and over and over again.You will forget the difference between killing and murder, torture and justice, duty and obsession. You will call it love. He will leave you to choose only when there is no choice, there never has been, for to know him is to worship, to taste him is to adore.Divine, divine. You cannot imagine his kiss until it is upon you like a plague, and then you cannot live without it.Benevolent, betrayer. Beloathed, Beloved.You will want to crawl into his ribs and etch your name on every one. He is affliction. He is peace. He is the reason there exists reason, and every day you will seethe, condemned to survive just to behold him. ❞
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connections.
ra'mele lavendal
A PERFECT CONFIDANT
soleil, my sun, effervescent and swift as wind; how i wish you had been of me and mine -- if only for the sake that there would be no business, no boredom. only you, the wind, your magic and the kindness you cultivate.
the whip
A PERFECT ENIGMA
dare i have thee for torture, to hold, for love? what is your gain, instrument of pain? you touch, i expect a lash, your aura and shine render me blind. who are you? what are you? a beast, a beast. just like me. we chase; oh-how we chase.
raphael delarue
A PERFECT CORPSE
drink and drink, he who holds a thousand swords in his hands. does your loyalty lie with the butterflies, with the crows or with the white raven itself? connection, connection. i can feel how your blood squirms in my stomach.
morneux rynengard
A PERFECT CHILDE
how does it feel, how, to finally sink your teeth down into something warm? what pleasure it brings, it's invigorating, is it not? me and mine, darling sweet ; embraced to the kin of the night. sup upon our dolls, they will ease your pain.
alois sauveterre
A PERFECT FEAST
come and go, come and go. that must be how you view my presence. to feast upon, to take, take, take. if your steps did not give you away, my thrall, it would be the scent of flora that tells me of your presence. my garden of eden, certainly.
kuon
A PERFECT STUDENT
and why do you cling so heavily to revenge? power, awful, terrible power. no, dear, you can do so much more. so much. and i intend to earn your loyalty to the point where you would abandon all else. not a pawn, not a player, but lost. i will show you the way.
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ooc.
NAME roxy. | AGE 26. | PRONOUNS any. | TIME ZONE est.
LOCATION rafflesia.
Guidelines
do not under any circumstances, be a dickhead. this includes transphobia, racism, misogyny, misandry and any form of bigotry. you either treat others with kindness or you don't. i don't deal with people that don't. i won't be giving any leeway with this. none.
please try to communicate with me regarding ic/ooc triggers or otherwise what to avoid. i will be giving the same courtesy. this man is very dark and his theming is not for everyone.
don't be my friend or rp partner if your only goal is to get art, music or otherwise from me.
please do not randomly spring conflict onto my character without discussion. it does take a relatively large toll on me to roleplay conflict scenes and they are not super fun for me unless discussed before, during and after.
OOC
see above for minute details. otherwise, i've been a writer for about a decade and still find things to learn and wonderful people to write with that teach me new things.
i do prefer darker themes but god, i love a bit of fluff with my pain and tragedy.
it will be very difficult to ship with him. the shipping will be based on high chemistry between characters. and also, he just doesn't like people.
i'm neurodivergent and try to be as patient with people as possible, i expect the same from others.
contact on discord is: succurox
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