Bishop

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

This day he had an appointment with his new Psychiatrist. A fellow that was recommended by his old one when he told her of his journey to Africa with intention to investigate a tribe that dealt in magic. She assured him that he was all fine and all but in a mentally perfect state. She was just doing a favor to an old friend, helping him with a research thesis he was pursuing. He didn't like the sound of that one bit. Usually, psychologists research different methods of treatments for different conditions, he didn't want to partake in an under-development experimental treatment method. Sharing his concerns with her, she assured him that it was nothing like that, all they would do was talk, as usual. He choose to not insistently decline her proposal ,out of fear of stress levels raising, as she seemed very set on her decision.

It was raining, better to take an umbrella.

He was just about to leave for the meeting when he noticed that one of his pill bottles was missing. He hadn't restocked on his pill supply last week. How could he have made such a blunder? He hurried to the close by drug store only to get in and find the usual counter guy missing. James was his name and for some money he had arranged with him to get drugs without prescription. But this new girl, he had never seen her before. Approaching her he started:"Good evening to you. Is James here?"-and she replied with a smile-"No, he couldn't attend the store today, I heard one of his family members died."-then she added-"But I can help you with anything that you need."
No, no she couldn't. Would he try to insinuate that he needed drugs that he didn't have a prescription for? No, what if she told his psychiatrist? They might as well put him back in the mental institution. Given that was a bit of a stretch but you never know...
"I just need something for a light headache."- he said as the girl opened a box, pulled a tablet and gave it to him. Paying her, he gave a courteous "thanks" and left.
"Useless bitch."

Now with no other options he went to the local dealer. He used him in his early days, before bribing the good doctor. 3 words ringed through his ears:"Don't have any."
"No, you don't understand, I need it."
"They all do."
"I don't think you get what I'm saying here."-he said menacingly while lifting the skinny man up by the front of his hoodie.
One punch to the gut and a kick while he was down later:"Next time you show your face around here, I'll cut you up. You get me?"-he said as he pulled out a pocket knife and flipped it open for the man to see. While he was down, the dealer got his wallet, took his money and gave him another kick before leaving, purposefully stepping on the umbrella, breaking it. Some time later he got up, picked up his wallet, not giving a second glance to his broken umbrella before heading to the location of his meeting.

The rain was barely noticeable as it fell on his skin, wet his hair and drenched his clothes. He was wearing a grey jacket, a white shirt, black pants tied with a belt and shoes. His gaze was becoming more erratic by the minute as he tried to calm himself down. It was still following him, in the corner, staying behind him ready to tear him apart. No, if it could do that it would've done so long ago. It was powerless, all it could do was be. But tell that to his shivering body, and it wasn't acting so because of the cold rain, it was a different kind of coldness. He entered the building trying to distract himself by paying attention to the little things. Counting the tiles...there were no tiles on the floor, only a smooth surface. Counting the doors? Reading the words on their side, looking around, anything to distract his mind and partially forget. Then, somewhere along the way, he got the idea to count his steps til he reached the room.
"1, 2, 3......"
Now he was before the door that lead inside to the meeting. He could hear people talking. Outside the door, to the side was a board with fainted scribbles from past notes. At the top right corner he noticed the partially erased symbol that stuck out like a thorn to his side. Most likely just a random drawing from one of the patients that visited here.

Taking a look at himself, he fixed his hair, straightened his clothes, cleaned the mud stuck to the side of his jacket and jeans from when he "fell" to the ground earlier. Checked that everything about him was presentable and normal looking and went forth.

As he was about to take a step forward he stopped. What was the number again? He lost count. Going with the momentum now he focused on remembering the number as he stepped into the room with a slight smile on his lips.
"Good evening doctor."-he started as he took notice of the other people-"Apologies for being late, broken umbrella."
He took a seat between the doctor and the farthest patient from him.
Yes, I think the number was 100 and something.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

@Poet Can the occult sign on the board be wiped clean? Along with the other writings?

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

Moriarty Dreymund

_{M O R I A R T Y D R E Y M U N D}

It all started in one of his trips to Africa, where he went as an investigative journalist to interview a tribe that was rumored to hold sacrificial rituals and other voodoo crap. He didn't believe in any of that, of course, but the audience that the magazine/youtube news channel he was working for catered to loved it. He volunteered to undertake the trip, the only one in his whole department. Bunch of lazy bastards, they just didn't want to deal with the mosquito bites or traverse the flora. That, however, was negligible for him as the money more than made up for some small discomforts. To be honest, all he was expecting were the usual human sacrifices, blood drinking, child killings and maybe some cannibalism, all things that have been documented before and that are still happening in that part of Africa. He got way more than he bargained for...

Let's just say that their guide bailed on them halfway, his film crew perished, the whole tribe was slaughtered, he blacked out for 10 days and eventually found himself back where he left from, before taking the plane...naked. The police and ambulance caught up with him, after patching him up he was sent to a psychiatrist for a psychological assessment and... he was in perfect mental condition. Until he blacked out again, this time for 13 days and when he got to it he was locked in a white room being served food and water along with pills on the side, on top of a tray that slid through the bottom of a locked door.

The blackouts have been happening constantly since that day and every time he regained conscience he tried to explain to anyone who would listen that he didn't do those things "they claimed" and that he had no recollection of them. He was locked for 7 years total until the blackouts stopped around 5 years in. He behaved in an exemplary manner for 2 years and even contacted his lawyer for further assistance to convince the administrators to let him go. Now out and about he is still compelled to visit a therapist 3 times a week until the specified time mentioned in the order is reached and the therapist deems him of sound mind.



"I was possessed" holds no value in a court and even the most devout of Christians or fanatics of other religions will say "you are long past the chance of redemption" while looking at him with disgust for the things he has committed, and that is if they actually believe he was possessed. That tribe, his crewman, animals, other people, he killed a lot of them and in a brutal and painful fashion. The only reason that he is free right now and not sentenced to death is the claim that he was attacked and all these "blackouts" that are proceeded by violent outbursts have root to that gruesome massacre that left him scarred for life.

• Blackouts - He never knows when they might reemerge to ruin his life again..
• Alienated - His wife has left him for another with full custody of their 10 year old daughter, all his friends have abandoned him, utterly forgotten. At most he might be mentioned in a conversation during a drunk night out by one of his ex-friends.
• Weak Willed - Things...creatures from beyond the veil have sensed his weak spirit and mind and clutter around him before they stop just short of reaching him, like they see something else before scuttering off and away.
• Haunted - Some though, some decide to stick around, watch his every move, waiting and looking for an opportunity to take control. He can see moving black shapeless figures just at the edge of his vision.
• Loss of control - Besides the blackouts, he often experiences his body doing motions without his knowledge. Not going against his will per say but more like moving some body part or muscle group that he isn't focusing on or paying attention at the moment.
• Spiritually Attuned - When he closes his eyes he can feel a presence, if he is lucky, moving about, circling him. He never feels safe, like constantly having a loaded gun pointed at the back of your head which always stays at your back even when you turn around to look.
• Emotionally deficient - With all the things that have happened during these last 7 years, the toll that the stress took on his mind, he has grown apathetic. Could be seen as a defense mechanism, a way for the mind to cope with what was happening. He lacks the natural reaction that a normal person would have in their daily life or in different scenarios. If he isn't constantly trying to emulate them everyone can tell that he is missing something.
• Pretend it's all fine - With all the other issues he has, he needs to put up a front every time he visits his therapist. And it's not like he is visiting some friend or ordinary person, they are licensed in read the mood and body language. He uses an illegal prescription to calm his nerves and dull his senses.

• Evil Within - Something is inside him, maybe the classical spooky ghost, maybe it is him but a split personality or maybe something much more powerful and evil...I'm certain it's the spooky ghost...Whatever it is, it has kept other supernatural creatures at bay, even that constant lurker at the edge of his vision doesn't dive in. It also affects other outside supernatural forces that attack his mind and spirit to a certain extent.
• Quick Reflexes - You see that sniper far away? He can react to it and possibly dodge or sidestep the bullet much faster than a normal person.
• Life Trained Actor - For years now he has learned how to act his part, the part of a normal person going about their daily life. All those emotions, facial expressions and body language need to be emulated on his part. He has to pay attention to every move of his body in order to mimic an action or response adequately.
• Fear the Pain Away - If you were running from a pack of 2 meters tall rabid wolves with red eyes, midnight black fur and blood dripping from their fangs, and in order to escape you'd have to run barefooted across a pathway, littered with burning coal and broken glass, that stretch for meters on end in front of yo-...wait, when did it get behind you?

• Fortitude: 2
• Willpower: 1
• Passion: 0
• Perception: 10
• Violence: 2
• Soul: 10

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

@Poet Wait, sorry for any confusion but my previous post doesn't just have a pic in the hider, it has the CS of my character. I'll change the hider name when I put it in the CS Tab.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

It's not about being underpowered more than not experiencing the full story. For example some scenes, objects, conversations could be locked behind these skills. That's why I took soul power, first of all I wanted to experience every supernatural option that was presented. Then perception since I didn't want my character to miss any clue, hidden item or otherwise.

Usually on these kind of games, one example that I'm currently playing is "Arcanum: Of Steamworks and Magick Obscura". You need to do several playthroughs as different character archetypes to go through every option in the game that is usually limited by the distribution of your skill points on the many attributes listed.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

This pic looks like modern day Rasputin

_{M O R I A R T Y D R E Y M U N D}

It all started in one of his trips to Africa, where he went as an investigative journalist to interview a tribe that was rumored to hold sacrificial rituals and other voodoo crap. He didn't believe in any of that, of course, but the audience that the magazine/youtube news channel he was working for catered to loved it. He volunteered to undertake the trip, the only one in his whole department. Bunch of lazy bastards, they just didn't want to deal with the mosquito bites or traverse the flora. That, however, was negligible for him as the money more than made up for some small discomforts. To be honest, all he was expecting were the usual human sacrifices, blood drinking, child killings and maybe some cannibalism, all things that have been documented before and that are still happening in that part of Africa. He got way more than he bargained for...

Let's just say that their guide bailed on them halfway, his film crew perished, the whole tribe was slaughtered, he blacked out for 10 days and eventually found himself back where he left from, before taking the plane...naked. The police and ambulance caught up with him, after patching him up he was sent to a psychiatrist for a psychological assessment and... he was in perfect mental condition. Until he blacked out again, this time for 13 days and when he got to it he was locked in a white room being served food and water along with pills on the side, on top of a tray that slid through the bottom of a locked door.

The blackouts have been happening constantly since that day and every time he regained conscience he tried to explain to anyone who would listen that he didn't do those things "they claimed" and that he had no recollection of them. He was locked for 7 years total until the blackouts stopped around 5 years in. He behaved in an exemplary manner for 2 years and even contacted his lawyer for further assistance to convince the administrators to let him go. Now out and about he is still compelled to visit a therapist 3 times a week until the specified time mentioned in the order is reached and the therapist deems him of sound mind.



"I was possessed" holds no value in a court and even the most devout of Christians or fanatics of other religions will say "you are long past the chance of redemption" while looking at him with disgust for the things he has committed, and that is if they actually believe he was possessed. That tribe, his crewman, animals, other people, he killed a lot of them and in a brutal and painful fashion. The only reason that he is free right now and not sentenced to death is the claim that he was attacked and all these "blackouts" that are proceeded by violent outbursts have root to that gruesome massacre that left him scarred for life.

• Blackouts - He never knows when they might reemerge to ruin his life again..
• Alienated - His wife has left him for another with full custody of their 10 year old daughter, all his friends have abandoned him, utterly forgotten. At most he might be mentioned in a conversation during a drunk night out by one of his ex-friends.
• Weak Willed - Things...creatures from beyond the veil have sensed his weak spirit and mind and clutter around him before they stop just short of reaching him, like they see something else before scuttering off and away.
• Haunted - Some though, some decide to stick around, watch his every move, waiting and looking for an opportunity to take control. He can see moving black shapeless figures just at the edge of his vision.
• Loss of control - Besides the blackouts, he often experiences his body doing motions without his knowledge. Not going against his will per say but more like moving some body part or muscle group that he isn't focusing on or paying attention at the moment.
• Spiritually Attuned - When he closes his eyes he can feel a presence, if he is lucky, moving about, circling him. He never feels safe, like constantly having a loaded gun pointed at the back of your head which always stays at your back even when you turn around to look.
• Emotionally deficient - With all the things that have happened during these last 7 years, the toll that the stress took on his mind, he has grown apathetic. Could be seen as a defense mechanism, a way for the mind to cope with what was happening. He lacks the natural reaction that a normal person would have in their daily life or in different scenarios. If he isn't constantly trying to emulate them everyone can tell that he is missing something.
• Pretend it's all fine - With all the other issues he has, he needs to put up a front every time he visits his therapist. And it's not like he is visiting some friend or ordinary person, they are licensed in read the mood and body language. He uses an illegal prescription to calm his nerves and dull his senses.

• Evil Within - Something is inside him, maybe the classical spooky ghost, maybe it is him but a split personality or maybe something much more powerful and evil...I'm certain it's the spooky ghost...Whatever it is, it has kept other supernatural creatures at bay, even that constant lurker at the edge of his vision doesn't dive in. It also affects other outside supernatural forces that attack his mind and spirit to a certain extent.
• Supernatural Reflexes - You see that sniper 368m away equipped with a silencer? His head can move and dodge the bullet at the last possible second so it only grazes him.
• Life Trained Actor - For years now he has learned how to act his part, the part of a normal person going about their daily life. All those emotions, facial expressions and body language need to be emulated on his part. He has to pay attention to every move of his body in order to mimic an action or response adequately.
• Fear the Pain Away - If you were running from a pack of 2 meters tall rabid wolves with red eyes, midnight black fur and blood dripping from their fangs, and in order to escape you'd have to run barefooted across a pathway, littered with burning coal and broken glass, that stretch for meters on end in front of yo-...wait, when did it get behind you?

• Fortitude: 2
• Willpower: 1
• Passion: 0
• Perception: 10
• Violence: 2
• Soul: 10

Oops@DJAtomika
@PoetSorry for the delay, spent a lot of time contemplating on distributing the 25 points, wondering why don't we have 30 points so it is evenly distributed 5 on each or 45 points which would be perfect.
I'm just used to using cheats on every game and cheat the dice roll to get the most points possible.

Divinity Lost

@Poet Ca you gain attribute points as the story progresses? Can you make an advantage simply saying "adds x attribute points"? For example, the example you mentioned:"𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎", I believe that adds points to Fortitude?

And about the supernatural beings, if my character were to be haunted by one, do I just create it, the name and its appearances or I should run it first by you?

Divinity Lost

@PoetCan you please post a CS? I just want to start working on it, even if this doesn't take off.
Thanks in advance!

Eɴᴛᴇʀ — Into an Isekai World | Recruiting!

Oh I like this...let me join -.-

The World of Telduria [Always open for applications]

Unnamed Demon of Greed

<sub>M A L E / Y E A R 0

R A C E</sub>

Halfling - daemon-human.

_{T R A I N I N G}

None

_{E Q U I P M E N T}

Common clothes and shoes

_{S P E L L S K I L L S}

None

_{O T H E R S K I L L S}

◈ Essence Reaver:
An ability which consumes the target corpse whole. It disintegrates it into an essence which he can then process, learning and obtaining the skills and a little bit of the physical traits from the target, when it was alive. The corpse must be fresh to achieve the maximum effect. The consuming is instant but the processing takes time, a sleep like state. Same with the amount of powers and traits gained. At higher levels the time of the processing state is considerably reduced and the powers, of the target corpse's abilities when it was alive, gained come at full effect. When consuming a target, depending on how long ago it was killed, some memories and feeling may slip in and mix with his own. This state doesn't last long.

_{A F F I L I A T I O N}

Born in the Archclericy of Valon

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Still in it's developing stages. There are 2 pure drives that push him forward, greed which he feels towards all things, envy which he feels towards people more talented/stronger than him which also helps to further strengthen the desire of greed so in the end it amounts to one, and curiosity. Curiosity to explore, find and process every ability, power and knowledge in this world. To fuel those desires he has cast aside every human instinct and behavior that would hold him down.

_{H I S T O R Y}

No one knew how, when where or why it happened. But the once young, cheerful and beautiful mother had gotten terribly ill. Now, on her final hours, lying on her deathbed, her relatives gathered around her with the doctor closest of them all. He gave the grim news that the baby wouldn't survive, it was too soon. That was the last straw that was keeping her alive and breathing, with that gone she succumbed into darkness. And from that darkness got out the reason of her misfortune. Black tendrils pierced out from her belly, emerging slowly as if they were creeping spider legs. Everyone fell silent and still in pure horror of that abyssal image. For a full minute no one dared to breathe or release their breath. The ambient light had considerably faded and a sickening aura permeated the mansion. Everything was at a standstill, like a black and white motion picture until a loud breathing sound ruined the net of silence...

In that one second, a single red eye opened in the middle of the thickest tendril, then, everything went black...
No traces were found of any of the inhabitants.
It was as if they had vanished into thin air.
Not even a trace of blood left behind.

_{T H E M E S}

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