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Shelter

@Inkarnate Keeping my eye on this. If I may ask though, what sort of zombies are we talkin'?

[WIP] Vissek Khat, Sith Apprentice

OOC

How long do you usually write?
• One to two paragraphs
• Several paragraphs
Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.?
• Very much!
Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?
• Yes.
Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?
• Interpersonal Character interaction and development. Also combat.
Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?
• Nope, not really!
Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?
• Nope! If I put them into the situation for something bad to happen, that's my fault.
Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?
•

Imperial personnel files

Name: Vissek Khat
Species: Nautolan
Homeworld: Glee Anselm
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Rank: Sith Apprentice
Master: None.
Former master(s): Lord Elith Suryn (Deceased)
Apprentice(s): N/A.
Sphere of influence: Sphere of Mystery.

Imperial Intelligence Reports

_{Detailed appearance.}

Vissek measures to be 183cm in height. He stands stall, with long yet thick head-tendrils that flow over his shoulders, as is normal for his species. These tendrils fall to his lumbar, and are the same smooth green - broken up occasionally by darker green streaks - as the rest of his skin. His physique is that of which one would expect from a young Sith - lean muscles that retain both strength and agility. One of the more distinguishable yet arguably minuscule facets of Vissek's appearance are the scars across his forward jaw. They are not unattractive, but seemingly permanent scars nonetheless.

Vissek's wardrobe is generally clothes of any style - as long as the palette is dark. Though well-fitting cloaks are a favorite, as well as leather.
When it comes to combat, Vissek relies on his natural dermal armor to help him resist damage he is unable to avoid using dexterity - of which he retains much of, by foregoing most armor.

Vissek Khat

_{Report on natural ability with the Force, as well as all known Force Techniques and the skill levels.}

Noticeable Talent
Force Speed (Basic)
Precognition (Basic)
Force Sense (Basic)
Telekinesis/Throw (Intermediate)
Force Empathy (Intermediate) - Vissek, being a Nautolan, is used to parsing the emotions of those around him. Being able to detect others' emotions through pheromones aids him in being much more capable of analyzing the emotions of others using the force.

Undergone Training
Force Empathy (Basic)
Force Stealth (Basic)
Force Choke (Basic)
Force Jump (Intermediate)
Force Sight(Basic) (Intermediate)
Telekinesis/Throw (Intermediate)
Mind Trick (Intermediate)
Telekinetic Defense (Intermediate)
Force Drain (Intermediate)

_{Report on skills not directly rooted in the Force, including level of skill}

Tactics and Strategy [Formation] (Basic)
Statecraft and Governing (Basic)
Basic Survival Skills (Basic)
Medical (Basic)
Interrogation (Intermediate)
Martial [Unarmed] (Basic)
Aircraft Operation (Basic)
Espionage (Intermediate)

_{Report on known combat experience, training and lightsaber training.}

Form I Shii-Cho (Basic)
Form II Makashi (Intermediate)
Form IV Ataru [Personalized] (Intermediate)
Form V Shen (Basic)
Dun Möch
Jar'Kai
Sokan

In terms of lightsaber dueling, Vissek Khat has analyzed and adopted a fighting style that is somewhat unique - and one that he has grown to be quite comfortable with. He begins the duel by engaging his opponent using Form II, Makashi. Using the style's low-energy consumption rate and the opportunist nature to outlast his opponent, waiting until they display any hints of fatigue or missteps. Once he feels he is ahead in terms of energy, or he is able to break their guard through Dun Möch, he draws his second blade and initiates in an aggressive, personalized style of Ataru. One grip is reversed - like that of Form V, the Shen style - attacking from awkward angles for the opponent to defend against, while the first saber attacks from regular angles.

_{Detailed notes on political influence and associates.}

Being a younger apprentice, his influence is little, and assets limited - though he is noticeably very persistent in matters belonging to the Sphere of Influence of Mystery, as it seemingly intrigues him a good deal. This has those within the Sphere looking upon him with approval, so far.

_{Detailed notes on known rivals and enemies, outside and within the Empire.}

None in particular.

_{List and description of other known associates, including underlings.}

None; Vissek is a relatively isolated individual - outside of relations with necessary or prospective superiors.

_{List of known all ownerships, including vessels, non-standard equipment, slaves and locations.}

Vissek is afforded an apartment relatively close to the Academy at which he was trained. He owns two curved-hilt lightsabers.

_{Psychological evaluation of candidate.}

Vissek is relatively stoic a good portion of the time - but has no troubles indulging in acts that only those on the Dark Side of the force would partake in. Being as that he is Nautolan, he can't always help feeling some of the emotions around him - sometimes causing his own emotions to fluctuate in intensity.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

Those who work alongside or near Vissek might notice one thing about him - he is very competitive. To a fault, some say. Those he deems weaker, or of relatively equal skill, are likely to receive some sort of prodding through his stoic mask. If they seem to averse or unaffected, he will usually leave them be. But if they prod back, they may find themselves under his scrutiny, if the situation allows. Oddly, this competitiveness can also extend to those he recognizes as being more than a match for himself, in some cases.

Vissek is one who is extremely determined to challenge himself and boast his prowess not through talk, but through action. As a result, he is more prone to take risks that others would not - and while he usually applies a good deal of logic to any situation, he often internally skews success rates in his favor. Whether this is conscious so as to justify riskier operations, or done unknowingly, is unforeseen.

Additionally, Vissek finds relationship-crafting outside of a business setting quite difficult to undertake. He is not sure why this is, but he has never been too fond of acquiring "friends".

_{Known interests of the candidate.}

Vissek, as mentioned previously, is quite fond of operations under The Sphere of Mystery. Infiltration, Assassinations, Recovery operations, etc. One might attribute this to thrill-seeker-esque behavior, but he doesn't find such satisfaction even in open combat.

Additionally, Vissek seems to have a vast thirst for knowledge. Force techniques, saber techniques, etc. are all things he craves to learn about. He believes in the mantra "Knowledge is power".

_{Major achievements on record.}

_{Major failures on record. Confidential.}

Interview

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the candidate for use in imperial archives. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@Dark Jack Does the church servant’s body appear to be...intact?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Raine Provostus

The streets of Yharnam aren't the most welcoming. Not like other cities, where persistent stall attendants shout at you insistently to buy their cheap wares, or where street urchins paw at your clothes with their filthy hands - no, it is much different in Yharnam. Yharnam's streets are silent. Uncomfortably so, many would say.

One would think any sound to fill that vacancy would be a welcomed one. But for the more humane residents of Yharnam, the toll of bells is a betokening declaration. A declaration of impending slaughter - and likely demise for many Yharnamites. This toll that echoes through the streets of Yharnam, reverberating off of the cold stone, declares the beginning of a foreboding phenomena in the secluded city - A Night of the Hunt.

The toll left the air still.

Raine Provostus let his cold eyes settle on the figure in front of him. A figure much more slender than he - or even the second hunter trekking even further ahead - one that donned white garments signifying her stature as a Blood Saint. Adelicia was her name. With every other step the staff she kept at her side, which seemed to be supporting her weight, struck the stone on which they walked - the only sound that dared to shatter the silence. Aside from the occasional shrieks of beasts in the distance.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. The bell's toll was something of a dinner bell for his kind. It had been some time since he had heard its call - and the last time he had..

The voice of his fellow Hunter interrupted his wandering thoughts.

“It's not far now,” Victor informed the two. Raine eyed him as he turned toward them. He seemed to be looking for something in particular as their eyes met. The older Hunter's eyes looked somewhat frantic - but Raine doubted he felt any fear. He likely felt some sort of adrenaline coursing through him just at the thought of the night ahead of them.

Provostus remained silent as the other two made their exchange - he listened not only to them, but to everything around as well. He shouldered the gear that hung over the back of his heavy cloak closer to him, using his peripherals to scan the area around the trio. He knew all too well that the beast's favorite hobby was the hunt - and if they weren't careful, the hunters would become the hunted. One of his elongated hands wandered to the weapon at his hip, resting upon it. He stood close to the Blood Saint he was charged with escorting - as few as two yards, even, as he knew the effects a person such as her could have on beasts, just from her smell. In fact, Provostus could feel the draw of her blood himself.

He turned his gaze to his present company.

"It would be unwise for you to remain out in the open for much longer." he advised - his flat, calm tone permeating the air. The voice didn't have any sense of urgency to it. "If you value your welfare."

---

[Victor, Adelicia]

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Working on my post. I wonder what weapon(s) Raine should wield..

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

My character has a "last name" less because I desired him to, but more because either one of them alone sounded empty to me, haha. I read 'Raine Provostus' rather as a bizarre two-parts of a single first name, if that makes sense.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I might as well have Provostus come along. I imagine it would be beneficial to have a non-NPC hunter present that has some experience x3

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Hunter Raine Provostus

Raine Provostus

_{6'7", 204 lbs.}

Race
Hunter

Faction Association
The Black Healing Church

Appearance
Hunter Provostus is a rather imposing individual. He stands at 6'7", making him much taller most humans, and usually retains a stoic expression. His limbs are also quite long - not excluding their digits - while still retaining a good deal of muscle. These features are largely due to his past closeness with beast-hood, which he no longer embraces, but must endure the physical alterations of. Provostus manages to maintain good hygiene, which is made apparent by his well-groomed hair and facial hair - the former of which he often greases back to keep out of the way. Said hair is a shade of dark brown - the same as his watchful eyes - and is only slightly less-dark than his facial hair. His air is more becoming of an older individual, but Hunter Provostus is still young at just under 30 years of age.
The Hunter's voice is deep and calm, even so in the heat of a fight - were one to hear him talk then.

Clothing

Raine Provostus' Hunt Garments

Hunter Provostus finds himself clad in tough leather when amongst the more volatile inhabitants of Yharnam - so as to retain mobility while still softening blows as much as he can. Aside from the meek protections of the leather, he also dons steel shoulder and forearm plates - as well as a steel closed-helm, accompanied by a gorget of the same material.
Even in his clothes designed to be more comfortable, Hunter Provostus tends to keep his clothing thick in hide and dark in color - while valuing free range of movement - meaning he usually takes on leather as well. He keeps his color palette simple; brown, black, gray, etc, which can help to ensure he goes undetected, if he desires.
The Hunter tries to travel light as often as possible, but when there comes a need, he will carry a single-strap bag large enough to hold any trinkets required, alongside a decently heavy crossbow. The bag also has straps on its exterior to clasp other weapons and tools to. The pockets within the bag are well-padded, usually protecting any vials or fragile contents.

Backstory

Backstory

Hunter Provostus is not from Yharnam - he was once an outsider. Before his time in Yharnam, he hailed from a far off town, living a modest life alongside his parents, who were on the older side. However, an omen of misfortune struck the man who had been just twenty. He developed a foreboding sickness of the blood - one that would eventually kill him if not dealt with. After times of searching and coming up with frighteningly empty hands in terms of remedies, Provostus was seeming out of choices. However, in the family's worried search, they had come to discover a relatively distant town called Yharnam. It was said to be a town of many medicaments.
Feeling as though there were no other option, he traveled to Yharnam, specifically to the Healing Church, and inquiried about a cure. He found that the Church could indeed heal him - but seeing as he could not afford the Blood Ministration monetarily, he had but one choice - servitude as something they called a "Hunter". Naturally, he signed the contract, and imbibed of the Church's blood.

Having adopted the ways of the hunter, Provostus served the Healing Church loyally and attentively for three and a half years. However, even though the Church had upheld its promise and healed him, not all was right. Now well-ingrained in the mindset of a hunter, Provostus recognized that he was far more beast than man. He began to wonder night after night what his parents would think of him if they saw what he had become. He wondered, really, what had he become? A true beast? A false one? Just a killer? Something in between?

Was he meant to become a beast?

These thoughts were coursing through him every night then, until one night - the Night of the Blood Moon. This night, everything was plunged into bloodshed and gore. The Church was assaulted, beasts and others of their ilk roaming the streets of Yharnam, alongside blood-raged Hunters.
This was the night he would leave the Church.

He sought a form of shelter for his own, traveling to the East outskirts of Yharnam, where he knew the cobblestone would be less gore-stained. He fought his way there, where he would shield himself from the outside and rack his brain with question after question. Why was he so much like them? Was it a mistake? Fate?

A time of - well, he couldn't tell how long - passed. Two months? Maybe. In this time, with what coherency he could muster, he discovered something he'd not known of even in his time with the Church. An organization, for lack of a better word, that was being called the Harrow was amongst the streets of Yharnam.

Having discovered this Harrow and digging deeper, he found that they had answers for his questions. So many answers he couldn't provide himself. Provostus joined them.

The answers the Harrow provided him seemed to quench his thirst for knowledge and embolden his thirst for bloodshed. He began to hunt with fervor once again - this time in ways akin to the beasts he hunted. His hands were his tools of death moreso than any blade. He hunted with the Harrow like a savage, disregarding the humanity of their targets entirely - consuming blood carelessly - without regard. This would persist for the entirety of two years, until one night he drew the blood of someone who's dying words reminded him all too much of his family far off. Hunched over his prey's body, with ragged breathing and blood dripping from his dagger-like nails, he heard a final weak shudder of breath escape them - the whisper of a name departing from their lips and striking the hunter in the gut like a sledgehammer.

"Adelia.."

Provostus froze, his breathing stopping as he heard that name.
It was the same as his mother's.

He fell to his knees right there, the adrenaline draining from his body as he felt tears building up in his eyes - he could see his mother's face of horror in his mind as he imagined her seeing him knelt there over a bloody, torn body. He wept deeply, holding back howls as he mumbled to himself over and over what he was doing. What his family would see him as.

How long had it been since he had sent a letter to his mother? Far too long.

Provostus tore himself away from the cobblestone and ran. He stumbled and ran until he was beyond Yharnam's streets. He found shelter for himself, boarding himself away from the outside world and going into isolation. For more than a year.

When he finally emerged from isolation, he was no longer of the Harrow. His head was level - he was sane. When he emerged, he sought the Church's graces once again, hoping against all odds that they would accept him back into their enclave. Only to find that the Healing Church was but a portion of its former self, having lost a good deal of its facets - and eventually having split into two fragments: The White Healing Church and The Black Healing Church.

He came to find that only the Black Healing Church would accept his return - as the White was far more strict, far more prudent.

And so, Provostus returned to the Healing Church, even in its fragmented state - and has been with them now for another year.

I do believe I have everything here except for gear, @Dark Jack, but I reckon that can be added on or just not included on the CS.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Thank you for the answer ^^
I quite enjoy how you're going about this setting, I will say. And thanks for the suggestion!

Also, if nobody takes up your offer, Ashgan, I believe I may do so.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I am interested.

I've always found the setting of Bloodborne very intriguing, despite never having finished the game nor having known a ton of the lore behind it.

I will ask if we are allowed to have multiple characters, or if we can adopt new characters if our current one were to die, @Dark Jack.

I'm leaning towards Hunter or Beast, but am considering all of the races.