Dark Jack

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I deliberately avoided mentioning your character, @DrabberRogue, but it would still be appreciated if you could maybe manage a line of dialogue or two, at least?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, back room

Though the Messengers did indeed retreat upon Morgraine attempting to remove them, she found that her hand met none of the expected resistance upon supposedly colliding with the little creatures, but rather passed through them as if they were but air. Similarly she might have realized that though some of the Messengers appeared to be awkwardly groping or even trying to climb on top of her, she felt no weight or touch from their presence.
One of the Messengers clapped its hands excitedly rather than vanish into the floor, though its applause was bizarrely silent. All around her more Messengers, most of which had been crowding around the other sleeping people in the room prior to her awakening, turned their inhuman and strangely unique-looking faces – no two Messengers seemed entirely alike – towards her, as if staring at her with great interest. Several of them from around the room delved into the floor, like the ones she had just chased away, only for Messengers that looked exactly like them to emerge next to her. They held up their hands toward her or clutched them to their chests, their demeanor strangely affectionate and submissive, almost worshipful.

But a moment later another two Messengers appeared in a clear spot on the floor, but a few feet in front of Morgraine, holding a rolled-up scroll between them as they faced her, clearly trying to get her attention.

If Morgraine approaches those Messengers

Each Messenger eagerly grabbed one side of the ethereal scroll and, with combined effort, unrolled it and held it up as far as they could for Morgraine to read.

The scroll bore little text, but what was there was written in exquisite calligraphy:
“Fear not the Hunt, Good Hunter.
Beyond the door lies the light of companionship.”

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Hm. Interesting. So she anticipated having to become a Hunter not because she wanted to as such, but because it was the only way she knew to pay for the treatment. And superstition seems to play a large role in the character's world view... I'm quite curious as to how she would handle some of the things I have planned.
The character is, of course, accepted. I'll add it to the OP.

As for how to integrate a "late joiner", that's actually still quite simple; she will just wake up in the room where the other (false) Paleblood Hunters (shorthand for Paleblood Hunters and false Paleblood Hunters, collectively) woke up and barely have to do anything to find the others, since they haven't actually moved a lot. I think @DrabberRogue's character might even still be in the room where Morgraine will awaken.
For reference, there is a detailed description of how the room Morgraine will awaken in in the first IC post, and a briefer, more up-to-date one in this post. There's also a simple map of the area here.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

It is, yes. In my experience (as was affirmed repeatedly even just in this RP) only a fraction of the players that make characters for an RP end up sticking with it. Since I'd rather not make it so that players have to scroll through character sheets for essentially abandoned characters, and the only way to remove posts on RPGuild is through a moderator, I just think that it's more convenient for everyone involved to have the characters in the OOC with me linking their information in the OP. This way I have control of which characters are presented where (like moving them to the "Inactive characters"-section).

I realize that the current CS is just a start, but I notice that Morgraine is described as already having the garb of a Hunter, seemingly designed specifically for hunting beasts, yet she is listed as a false Paleblood Hunter. I just wanted to point out:

False Paleblood Hunter - Highly recommended
You are one of the hapless men and women unknowingly inflicted with false Paleblood by the Healing Church, who sought blood healing and was contracted to be a Hunter. In almost every regard you will be the same as a true Paleblood Hunter, testament to the success of the experiment... but beware, the false Paleblood may have made you different in unpredictable ways. These differences may be beneficial or adverse; who knows? Only time will tell what the consequences of false Paleblood really are.
You will awaken in the room in the remote clinic, unarmed, along with the other Paleblood Hunters.

NotH OP, "Race"-section

In other words, up until this point of becoming a false Paleblood Hunter, Morgraine wouldn't have been a Hunter. She might have wanted to be one and volunteered for the treatment and have prepared for becoming a Hunter in advance, though.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Indeed it is, @bloonewb. Just go ahead and write up a character, and I'll be available if you need anything for doing so.

I don't want you to take this the wrong way, @rocketrobie2, but that's incredibly disappointing; not because I'm disappointed in you, I want to stress that as much as I possibly can, but because I was really looking forward to a character actually trying to go to the Hunter's Dream.
Um... though now I'm a bit at a loss as to what to do. I guess I will just have to wait until someone is ready to post...

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'm working under the assumption that you not telling me otherwise, as I requested in my previous post, means that you want to post IC again before I do anything else, @rocketrobie2. Am I right in this assumption, and if so, do you have some kind of loose ETA on said post?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Mostly just giving the choice to leave room for Nigel's reaction to how the lantern feels and possibly change his mind, if he wants to. If he keeps staring into the lantern you can just tell me OOC, and I'll write up another post of what happens next.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, reception

When Nigel turned his attention towards the lantern after reading the message, Torquil grew restless over by the door, weighing the warning he had received from Marcus when Torquil had looked into the lantern himself against his curiosity as to what this mysterious device could be, as well as an explanation for the messages being delivered to them by the Messengers. He did not say anything, however, and Victor – his back still turned – did not seem to notice.

Looking directly into the lantern from up close, the blue light flowing from the lantern seemed to gradually expand from it, filling more and more of his field of vision as if it was rapidly erasing the world around him. At the same time Nigel would feel an unusual calm settling over him, all of his pain and worries fading into the background. He also felt drowsy.
Nigel would likely have little doubt from these feelings that looking into the lantern for even just a couple of seconds would almost certainly make him fall asleep. He could probably tear his gaze from the lantern if he wanted, but it had to be now; another second, and the hypnotic glow would envelop him completely.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, reception

Torquil closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath to control his emotions, though his reason for doing so surprised him. It was not that he was embarrassed by the distress or humiliation of not being able to communicate properly, even though he could form sentences just fine in his mind, but rather that he felt an unexpected and – he thought, as far as his limited retained memories allowed him to surmise – foreign sense of smoldering murderous rage building within him. Something inside him was not how it used to be; though Torquil was fairly certain that the beast-man in the back room had been the first human, or human-adjacent, thing he had ever killed, this nebulous something in him wanted him to attack and kill this man, too.
Luckily Torquil was (and assumed he had always been) a very patient person who was well-versed in showing restraint, so doing so was not all that difficult. It was still concerning, but at least it was controllable. Probably a consequence of becoming a Hunter.

“Don't remember,*” Torquil slurred, sighing to himself as he tried to carefully formulate himself in a way that could actually be expressed despite hims limited ability to speak. “Jaw... wrong. Long ago. Don't speak well.**”
Glancing over at Victor, who was apparently still rummaging through the rubble over there, albeit more hurriedly than before, Torquil decided that it was probably a good idea to change the topic to something potentially more productive. He halfway extended his right arm, using the hatchet in his right hand to point at the other message from the little men, over by the strange blue lantern.
“Read.”

(What Torquil actually sounded like:
*“Dohn 'member.”
**“Hiaw... ruhg. Lohg ahgo. Dohn speech well.”)

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, reception

Though a snarky comment such as the one the big man had just uttered, sarcastically suggesting to say “please” when asking for something, might have annoyed others or filled them with indignation, all it served to do with Torquil was to fill him with regret and resentment for the condition he found himself in. He had excluded the word “please” specifically because he had predicted that it would be hard for him to say intelligibly, and he had wanted this particular message to be conveyed as quickly and clearly as possible given how important it had seemed.
His jaw clenched in frustration at this, ironically making it even more visibly obvious that the right hinge of his jaw was not where it was supposed to be. How had he managed to live any kind of normal life before this, not being able to speak properly? Though in hindsight, maybe that could explain the obscure sense of loneliness he felt whenever he tried to remember his time before today, before he became a Hunter; that he actually had not been able to live a normal life, but had secluded himself somehow to avoid exposing his disability? Though with his memories the way they were, all he could ultimately do was guess.

Nevertheless the big man turned his attention to the little creatures' message. Torquil had no idea what to call him besides “the big man” since he had yet to introduce himself, though to be fair, no one had introduced themselves since the awakening of these last two Hunters. Torquil kept hoping that Victor or Arcturus, who could speak normally, would take the initiative and share his name, too, but so far they had not.
Over where he had crouched down, Torquil noticed that Victor had retrieved something from the debris over there: a sturdy, reinforced-looking box of somewhat ornate design, maybe a little under a meter long (2' 7”) and some thirty centimeters wide (one foot). Victor set it down next to him while he kept searching the debris around him. It did not seem that he had realized that the big man and Torquil were doing anything yet.

A moment later the big man finished reading the note and did exactly the thing Torquil had hoped to the gods he would not do: asked him a question. Gritting his teeth in frustration, finding it humiliating to have to communicate like an imbecile like this, he nodded toward Adelicia across the room and said, very slowly and with great effort to pronounce the word in a way that would be understandable:
“Saint.”
He wanted to convey more, like how Victor earlier had offered them Adelicia's blood and had left that offer open, but he wanted to keep it brief both for the sake of him not inevitably managing to mess up his speech again, and for them to keep the exchange subtle enough that Victor did not notice.