Dark Jack

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marriage is definitely a thing, though you are right that there isn't actually any definite evidence that Gascoigne and Viola, or any commoners for that matter, actually engage in marriage.

The inhuman beings known as the Great Ones imbued this Ring of Betrothal with some special meaning.

In the age of the Great Ones, wedlock was a blood contract, only permitted to those slated to bear a special child.

Ring of Betrothal

This suggests that marriage is considered even more sacred in Bloodborne than it is on Earth; something, at least at one time, only allowed for a select few. Given that the ring specifies "in the age of the Great Ones" and that you can use the ring to propose to Queen Annalise, however, it seems likely that marriage has become a more widespread practice since those days. (The bit about Queen Annalise would, ironically, not be evidence on its own, given that she has her Hunters collect "blood dregs" (cough) so that she can bear a "Child of Blood" to succeed her, which certainly sounds like she is a person "slated to bear a special child".)

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Something I have personally wondered about a lot when contemplating how to write for Bloodborne, language-wise: what expletives do you imagine they would use in that universe? I've been reading through the various characters' dialogue from the game, and very few expressions are ever used that could count as such, the closest probably being "Dear gods...", and the negative, angry adjective "bloody" (as in, "bloody wench"). They don't have (or at least refer to) a "Hell" the way we do, and you don't ever hear them - no matter how uncultured - being vulgar; even Arianna, a professed prostitute, and the notoriously antagonistic skeptical man, seems pretty reluctant to be too direct.
I'd imagine that their expletives would revolve around the gods, blood and beasts. We could naturally completely circumvent this by simply not writing IC expletives explicitly, by paraphrasing it as "muttered a stream of expletives" and such, but I'm curious if you have any ideas.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Been thinking a lot about what the beast-repellent incense is supposed to be, and trying to find others theorizing on it, but it seems that it's a mostly unanswered question, the explanations for which I've found being only very loosely justified.

Here is what we know about the incense: it masks the scent of Hunters, and given that Hunters are known to smell very strongly, probably also masks the smell of Yharnamites and humans.

Ahh, a hunter are ya? Very sorry, the incense must've masked your scent.(...)

Oedon Chapel Dweller

We also know from how beasts interact with the heavily incense-filled Oedon Chapel that beasts are repelled by it, and that thick enough incense can literally act as a barrier keeping beasts out, making them stay back even in the face of someone attacking them from within the incense.
And finally, we know that incense is hard to come by. Citizens have a very finite supply, if they have any at all, some not even enough to get through a single night. All the larger stores of incense belong to the Healing Church and are used to block possible venues of access for beasts to the Cathedral Ward, suggesting that the church is likely also the producer and supplier of incense to the rest of Yharnam.

So it has a really intense smell, and it repels beasts; two traits that are not necessarily related. And the Healing Church has a bunch of it. We also know that if you break the containers supposedly filled with incense in Oedon Chapel, there's human remains inside.
In conjunction with a few scattered theories I found, but mostly from logic, I will then say that in the RP, incense is beasts. The Healing Church collects the corpses of beasts and somehow uses them, or part of them (bones, fur, eyes, blood or some other organ; could even be some kind of scent glands naturally developed by those afflicted with the scourge of beasts) to produce incense. I'd be tempted to think that the corpses of Hunters could be used as well, but the game seems to suggest that the smell of a Hunter is clearly distinctive from that of a beast, so I don't think that would be the case.
I also can't imagine that the incense has a very pleasant smell... but that's just me. Everyone has different preferences, I guess.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Thank you, Bartimaeus, though I admit I was more interested in news from the ones playing (false) Paleblood Hunters with Habibi, namely @Th3King0fChaos and @King Cosmos, if nothing else then just to make sure that they aren't waiting for me or each other to post in that scene.

EDIT: As for cut content, I was interested in the one you found there, Ashgan, which is theorized to have been an early or alternate version of the Moon Presence. I'm also somewhat intrigued by creatures with such uninspired, clearly temporary names such as the snake ball, the Great One Beast and the beast horse.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

No, it's fine, I just wanted to be sure because it's only ever been described as hiding her scent rather than actually repelling beasts. It was mostly to portray how beasts reacted to her better.

Unrelatedly I've been browsing the cut content from Bloodborne for ideas, and figure I might end up using some of it in the RP. Also been reading up on Lovecraft mythos for inspiration. Good stuff.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

So... how is things? Who is working on posts right now, and how are they coming along?

I've also been wondering about Adelicia's censer, Ashgan: is it supposed to just contain some mundane incense that literally has no purpose but to mask her scent, or is it supposed to be the actual anti-beast incense used specifically to ward off beasts?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Had a bit of a "duh"-moment and realized that characters might also know a thing or two about these guys:

Vicar Harold

Name: Harold
Race: Cleric/Vicar (“Greater Yharnamite”)
Age: Early fifties
Faction: White Healing Church
Appearance: A somewhat feeble-seeming, dignified man, Harold is a strikingly average-sized man in many ways, lending to many believing that the frailty apparent in his behavior originates from a matter of health rather than fitness. With short hair, elegantly trimmed facial hair and normal-thickness eyebrows all in a light-gray color on an otherwise wrinkled, but masculine and sound-seeming face, it is clear to most that the vicar takes good care of himself. He has light-brown, heavy-lidded eyes and thin lips with pronounced smile lines.
Height: 180 cm (5' 11”)
Weight: 75 kg (165 lb)
Clothes: He wears the robe, trousers and boots that were once the uniform of the Choir.
Hunter gear: He is known to possess and be able to wield the Choir bell, with the power to reactivate the regenerative powers of anyone who hears it without the need for them to consume blood, and a roughly fist-sized, glowing larva capable of summoning devastating arcane powers from worlds unknown.
Biography: Not much is known of Harold from before he became the first vicar of the new Healing Church. After the Night of the Blood Moon, when the population of Yharnam and its fiefs was in disarray, Harold simply showed up and started putting the church back together with an implied wisdom and authority that none, for a time, thought to question. Providing funds from sources unknown Harold organized the repairs and citizen relief-efforts that ultimately lead to the recovery of the city.
Due to his innate charisma, intelligence and resourcefulness, Harold was, to most, the obvious choice when the Healing Church arose anew and needed a new vicar.

Dietrich of the Shining Wing

Name: Dietrich of the Shining Wing
Race: Hunter
Age: Early thirties
Faction: White Healing Church (also honorary Executioner)
Appearance: A man considered by many to be the epitome of nobility, masculinity and elegance, Dietrich is a quite handsome man who makes an obvious effort to maintain an appearance bordering on the perfect, seeming always freshly shaven, always with his shoulder-length golden-blonde hair in a clean pony-tail and always with a confident smile on his lips, occasionally revealing perfect, white teeth. He has a highly unusual eye-color that is such a pale blue that it seems almost white with a dark rim along the edge of the irises, making it seem as though his eyes almost shine with a light of their own. He is known to move with an easy grace that makes him as admired at noble courts as he is feared on the field of battle.
Height: 185 cm (6' 1”)
Weight: 93 kg (205 lb)
Clothes: He wears a white variant of what was once known as the uniform of the League, only without the helmet. Aside from having it tailored in white, the cape of the attire has also been altered to being nearly twice as long, reaching to just over the ground, and split in two down the middle until the middle of the back. Each half of the cape bears symmetrical silver-embroideries resembling stylized feathered wings.
Hunter gear: Wields his unique greatsword, the Shining Wing.
Biography: Rumored to be descended from royalty, an adventurous noble, a crusading knight and an actual prince, depending on who you ask, there is no shortage of stories to be told about Dietrich of the Shining Wing; so many, in fact, that no one has any idea what is truth and what is fabrication. All that is known for certain is that Dietrich came from the mountainous regions to the north of Yharnam and arrived about eight months after the Night of the Blood Moon, worn and battered by the harsh terrain that dominates the area and carrying nothing but the clothes on his back and an iron greatsword of the highest quality, already stained with blood.
Upon arriving in Yharnam word immediately started spreading of his exploits; of how he, a mere human, had personally slain numbers of beasts ranging from ten to two hundred, depending on the source. Though his legend was blatantly exaggerated, it soon became clear that Dietrich really was a formidable fighter and that he, after becoming a Hunter, was more than a match for anyone else in the service of the Healing Church. After proving his worth once and for all by personally slaying a fearsome blood-starved beast in the deepest parts of Old Yharnam during a failed effort to fully purge the area, Vicar Harold finally named Dietrich the “First Hunter” of the new Healing Church.
With the power and resources of his new position, Dietrich had a new uniform and weapon commissioned for himself, and began a campaign to exterminate the surge of beasts that emerged from the Night of the Blood Moon, as well as officially declaring the Vilebloods as the enemy of the church.

Vicar Moira

Name: Moira
Race: Former Paleblood Hunter
Age: Late thirties
Faction: Black Healing Church
Appearance: Accused of being too manly for her own good, Moira has the look of someone who could not care less what she looks like, with a muscular body that bears its share of scars and a face dominated by sharp lines and early ravages of time. She has pale skin, brown eyes and wild, untamed brown hair that is unevenly cut for no other reason than to keep it shorter than shoulder-length, as if with shears.
Height: 178 cm (5' 10”)
Weight: 80 kg (176 lb)
Clothes: She wears what was once the uniform of the Hunters of Yahar'gul.
Hunter gear: Has been known to use a wide variety of Hunter weapons, but tends to favor the saw cleaver and blunderbuss.
Biography: A well-known veteran of the wars fought south of Yharnam, Moira arrived in Yharnam approximately one year after the Night of the Blood Moon and would likely have been offered to be made a Hunter even if she had not been a bearer of Paleblood due to her renown as a warrior. Afterwards, when Moira realized that she was now bound to the Hunter's Dream and could not die, she is said to have become the beasts' worst nightmare. During her reign as an immortal, Moira slaughtered more beasts than could even be counted; so many, in fact, that the huntsmen trailing behind her struggled to keep up with burning all the corpses. She hunted with complete disregard for anything but the hunt itself, paying no heed to whether her brutality was observed by civilians or whether the beasts still possessed some humanity; the moment someone showed the first signs of falling to the scourge of beasts, being noticed by Moira was a death sentence, leading Vicar Harold to excommunicate her from the Healing Church for repeated perceived murder of innocents. In spite of this Moira ended up becoming quite renowned and liked among Hunters for being helpful to them in the field, and to never show any hesitation to put herself in harm's way to protect her fellow Hunters.
What exactly Moira experienced during her time as a Paleblood Hunter is unknown, as she has not spoken of it to anyone else, but eventually she claimed to have been released from the dream and that her next death would be final. By then she had gained a reputation as a horrifyingly deadly Hunter, immortal or not, and though some Hunters tried to take advantage of her mortality to execute her for her crimes, none of them lived to tell the tale. It is said that even Dietrich of the Shining Wing balked at the prospect of challenging her, lending even greater merit to her legend.

Soon after her release from the Hunter's Dream Moira started rallying Hunters behind her, wanting to gather like-minded individuals who were willing to do what had to be done to exterminate the menace of the beasts. Preaching understanding for the hardships experienced by Hunters, tolerance of their need to hunt and wanting to secure better living conditions for them, it did not take Moira long to gain a significant following of Hunters, which in turn attracted others, until even clerics and blood ministers deserted the Healing Church to join her course.
Merely two months after having been made a Hunter, the clerics following Moira declared her their new vicar, a title she only grudgingly accepted, and formed a new Healing Church in her name. After a short period of quarreling with Harold's church the two vicars agreed on a truce – possibly because no one in Harold's church dared to fight against Moira and her Hunters – and the current schism of the church was created, officially naming Moira as the vicar and First Hunter of the Black Healing Church.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

The (false) Paleblood Hunters won't wake up simultaneously, no, though given that most of them probably received the treatment to become Hunters at about the same time, their time of awakening will probably be reasonably close to one another. Since you're the first one with a character in that scene to post, you kind of have control of how much time your character has before the next one wakes up (within reason... think minutes, not hours).
I don't think a Hunter waking from metamorphosis would be in pain, no. By the time he was ready to wake up the transformation would be complete, and there shouldn't be any reason for it.
And no, the (false) Paleblood Hunters waking up won't be buried in Messengers; the Messengers only do that to the dead. They don't even crawl on them at all. Rather, he will just wake up to being surrounded by them, with them sitting at the edge of his cot and on the floor, staring at him.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I pondered whether to specify the condition of the church servant in the IC post, but figured that at the time I left off Victor or the others would probably not be able to tell the details. If Raine intends to run over and check it, however, he will find that the servant has been slashed, stabbed and bludgeoned numerous times.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic

A wicked smile played on Victor's lips for a second when Adelicia assured them that she could keep up. He found great amusement in imagining what would happen if he just turned on the spot and sprinted through the streets toward the clinic as fast as he could... how panicked she would be once she realized that her puny little human frame could not possibly keep up with a Hunter. Raine could probably keep up just fine – if anything, Victor suspected that Raine might outpace him – but her? She would be helpless.
This amusement was interestingly in conflict with the simultaneous annoyance Victor felt toward the woman, her obvious reservations toward the two of them and her inexperience, though. He found that he wanted to go to her, seize her by her dainty little shoulders and shake some sense into her, yelling at her to make her look them in the eye. It took a moment for Victor to realize that his irritation in this was not actually rooted in thirst for violence or sadism, this time, but in genuine concern; he really wanted to make sure that she was conscious of people's eyes so she might recognize those driven mad by the scourge of beasts, even if they had not yet shed their human form.
He wondered what meaning these feelings might hold, and what they might suggest about him. Did one make him evil while the other redeemed him? Ah... trying to make sense of his thoughts was too hard. It would do him much better to find someone to hunt.

Annoyed at the fact that he was taking Raine's advice – not intentionally, but because they had to move on regardless of whether it had been suggested or not – Victor turned his attention back to the street in front of them and walked on, fighting back the urge to run so that Adelicia might actually be able to keep up. His eyes resumed their wild shifting, examining every ledge, window and shadow, looking and hoping for prey to reveal itself.
It only took another several minutes of walking before the trio reached a place where the street they had been traveling formed a T, their street ending where another two lead to either side. The direction they had been traveling was entirely blocked by a massive structure: a sheer brick wall standing easily sixty-five feet tall, erected for reasons beyond the need to know of lowly Hunters and with a small iron guard rail at the top. He knew that this was not actually a wall, but rather the edge of the elevated plateau they would need to ascend to in order to reach the clinic, practically inaccessible aside from a few designated paths planned by the Healing Church, one of which was the elevator they were bound for.
Yharnam had a strange thing with elevators that Victor never really understood. There were elevators elsewhere, of course – the basic technology was old by now and had been used since ancient times – but nowhere else were elevators as plentiful as here. He had wondered why, at times, and thought that maybe it was because most beasts were too stupid to figure out how to operate them, thus ensuring that only those sound of mind could traverse them... and then he had shrugged it off and thought about other things.

Victor turned to the right at the intersection and was immediately met by the sight of the elevator shaft – a simple chimney-like structure of stone stretching from the ground to the lip of the plateau above – and immediately noticed three things.
The first was the huge form of the church giant who, despite its designated role as guardian of this place, appeared to be fast asleep next to the elevator.
The second was some scattered blood splatters – a small one in front of the elevator, a larger one smeared across the wall to the right of it and several other, smaller splatters in the area further to the right – forming a trail toward where the church servant lay in a pool of blood, his arms sprawled to the sides and his staff nowhere to be seen.
And finally, the third was that the elevator itself was not currently at the bottom level.