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I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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4 yrs ago
Migraines ew
5 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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5 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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5 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio
Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
So I might be at work But thus motivation did lurk
So as I sit here, with a wireless board and phone in hand I bring to you a CS thus finished grand
Jokes aside lemme know if I need to change anything or gave her too much in way of abilities to start with.
Name: Haaselle
Appearance: You'd be forgiven, for judging the one calling her Haaselle by initial appearances. A dirty yellow robe, frayed and worn with holes. A hood, constantly hiding her visage under it. A somewhat tall, slender body that seems to glide across the floor without walking.
Her actual appearance doesn't help much either. Unnaturally sharp teeth, a pale, pallid complexion with deep crimson colored eyes and a messy head of black hair with the occasional octopoid tentacle squirming out from just below the robes neckline.
She doesn't have many other inhuman qualities besides having a number of tentacles at various parts of her body that she is able to manipulate just as dextrously as her arms or legs. Perhaps one of her parents was a human, but she does not remember.
Race: Beula
Sex: Female
Age: 20
Magic Divination: Espermancy & Alchemy
Abilities:
Levitation: Who needs to walk when you can just make yourself fly? A fairly mundane yet extremely useful skill in any situation. She can control herself fairly dextrously and can achieve a speed of up to about fifteen miles per hour.
Telekenesis: Any espers bread and butter. The ability to lift objects around without touching them. She can lift roughly a total weight mass of fifty pounds.
Force Blow: A strong burst of psychic energy that slams into something or someone with the equivalent strength of being able to dent a hole in a brick wall. Can be used at range or coupled with an actual physical attack such as a puch. The only real physical fighting or defensive ability she can use.
Manic Illusions: Likely her most used and most often used offensive ability. To trick the minds of others. Used for both a variety of defensive and offensive purposes. From creating fake clones of herself, making one believe and feel they are being torn to shreds by a monster, or making them feel completely lost in a hopeless maze, trapped in their own mind wiht no way out.
to drive one to the brink of insanity in the same way she was driven, brings her no small amount of pleasure.
She often combines this with Alchemy in order to confuse enemies further. By making the illusions partly real, one can never truly know what is fake and what is real.
bad Brews: She took up alchemy soon after being freed from the clutches of the people that took her. She likes to think of herself as a savant. Other people disagree for various reasons. Whatever she makes certainl always gives someone some sort of boon.
But its an insidious thing, and most often poison or messes with the drinkers head in some fashion.
She can make more conventional healing items though, but its not her priority.
Steel Tendrls: Her skills with transmutation aren't qutie as developed as she'd like. She also is a bit of a wet noodle when it comes to physical combat ability. There was an obvious solution to this. Turn her extra appendages into weapons themselves. Turns the outer layer of their skin into sharp, rough steel.
Earth from Iron: Pick up mounds of rocks and earth, transmute them into daggers, blades, or throwing swords and launch them with her telekenesis. Simple. Effective.
Equipment:
The only thing Haaselle carries with her is the ceremonial yellow robe she absconded with when she escaped. It seems mundane, but it has the effect of amplifying ones own psionic abilities...while conversly making one more susceptible to them as well. A double edged sword, as you would.
Brief Background: Haaselle. At least, that is what she calls herself. Her actual name has been lost to her, as is her actual age. Why you ask?
Well have a seat.
Grab a drink.
And let me tell you a story.
Once upon a midnight dreary, was a girl all drenched and weary. She rapt upon neighboring doors, Yet all she was met with was the occupants snores.
A thought that she should not have ran away, for her parents were no doubt dismayed. Yet she could not return, for the path she could not discern.
But lo, upon the grey skies did a moon shine, a yellow hue that did seem divine. A symbol carved in yellow, and a mirthful voice it did bellow. Swept away was the girl, amidst laughter and a cacaphonous whirl.
Oh, was that less of a story and more of a song? Oh I suppsoe I could speak plainly. Fine you spoilsport.
Needless to say, Haaselle was taken from her home at an early age. An argument with her parents. Something she can't remember. A stage upon which she found herself before IT.
Madmen did things to her. For what she does not know. But the things they did left their mark. Changed her. Broke her. Fractured her. Her mind torn and rent in a baleful yellow light.
Then there was laugther. Joyous, mirthful laughter. A cherry red color did they become, all swallowed down, down in a fit of mania.
And thus was the girl freed, standing upon the precipice and a desire for companionship she set away from the place where she had been imprisoned. And thus, came to her stories. Tales of a man named Atreus and the Reavers.
A desire blossomed.
Perhaps, she too, could be part of some story. Thus the girl traveled, a long, long way and soon she found herself among allies and friends, these kind people taking in the clearly troubled and tormented soul in front of them.
Yet, she could still feel it. the nagging in the back of her mind. An urge to do every dark desire her heart wanted.
Sorry, I started to break into rhyme again didn't I? Hehe. But thus, is the end of it. How was it, hm? Didn't like it...?
Well, that's rather unfortunate. Makes me rather irritable, really. I worked really hard on it. Why don't you take another listen? I INSIST.
Anything else we should know about you: Personality wise, Haassele is something of a mixed bag. Upon intial meeting she seems far too friendly. Easily able to chat away, speak, share stories and otherwise engage in social activities with no problem.
This however, is barely surface deep. A selfish, arrogant, and deeply troubled individual lies just under the surface no dobt due to her history. Violent impulses, manic tendencies. Its one of the main reasons she accepted the idea of working as a Reaver.
She can indulge herelf to her hearts desire in as much debauchery as she wants while hunting criminals like those who took her childhood and life away from her.
Haaselle also considers herself a bit of an artist. Music, sculpting, and playwriting are her most favorite hobbies. Her projects tend to be something of an...acquired taste, though.
Has a sigil of some sort seared into the flesh of her left buttock. She insists she has no idea what it means or how it even got there.
"I know I'm an absolute snack but I don't do that kind of eating!" Kaeru rebuffed, just as the creature had a fireball slam into the back of its head, taking the things attention away from her and back towards Natsumi. On one hand, that was a good thing. On the other hand, having her opponent seemingly so easily think of her as not a threat, well, that slightly just pissed her off.
Instead of saying anything, Kaeru stood with her legs close together, gathering as much of the Raiju's power as she could, the air around her lightly crackling with electricity. She couldn't produce a long, sustained current. Not yet, that much was still beyond her power to really control well without giving Nyoko more control and that wouldn't help anyone right now.
As the demon was focused on Natsumi, and just as Kaida's water slammed into the creature, Kaeru quite literally leaped into action. Throwing all of her weight into a leaping kick, her knee aimed right for the creatures spine at the same time releasing every ounce of pent up electrical energy she had been gathering.
"Don't ignore me! I'll break every goddamn bone in your face jackass!"
Just slightly pissed off.
If she could pin it under her, well, then it'd be super easy to do exactly that. Assuming it was still alive when it hit the ground.
“Ah…I apologize,” The woman responded. “I have no or little care for politics. Only doing my duty as a priestess of the Eternal Serpent. We are allies after all, and it would not do for us to squabble.” While not wrong, it was certainly well known that among the general populace the Maison had gained popularity since its founding while the church had slowly, steadily been declining in such perception.
“I will not keep you if you wish to leave, but I would enjoy chatting a bit. I rarely get to leave the cathedral these days.” Madeline said nothing in response, merely keeping her stoic, mildly angry expression leveled at the two in front of her. “In a similar vein, I’ve heard lord Havershel collects many rare trinkets and items. He’s done well for himself, considering he seemingly showed up out of nowhere and started this business of his.”
“Speaking of the lord…”
Just as Madeline spoke, a tall man would make his presence known as he walked in from the opposite of the room. Short cut blond hair, a dark blue double-breasted coat with pristinely kept white pants. A long slender sword was held at his side, accompanying a severe, taciturn expression as his dark gold eyes glanced briefly in the direction of the two church women causing his pursed lips to turn downwards into a frown.
A woman with dark hair, dressed in a dark red, simple but elegant dress stood next to him.
Despite his severe expression, he paid the two of them no mind and instead addressed those in attendance.
“Glad to see everyone here could make it,.” Despite his stern looks there was an air of levity to his words that contrasted their sharpness .“Some uninvited guests spoiling the fun aside I do hope everyone can enjoy themselves this evening.” A few other nobles exchanged pleasantries and returned a greeting. Livia would not be far behind, approaching the Lord with a friendly expression. His expression in turn, soured only slightly but ultimately returned the greeting. “I look forward to spending more time with you here this fine day, but there is a slight issue I must attend to first.”
“Well, I won’t keep you for long, Lord Havershel. Just a routine business I assure you.”
“Well then, Miss Fiore shall we get this unpleasant business over with so we can both enjoy the evening a little more?”
“Hmph, of course I’m his son! You act like you’ve never seen me before.” He’d narrow his eyes at the trio before huffing. “You must be new, huh…of course he’d be fine with it! There’s not a place in this manor I can’t get to.” He’d confidently state with a somewhat smug grin. “Now get lost, go clean the toilets or whatever it is you new maids do. I’ve got…things to do!”
The young Havershel ran off, proceeding to run off down the hallway towards a set of stairs running up towards the second floor.
“Ah, what are you three standing around for?” It was just as he did so, that the three were hurriedly approached by an older maid. “Follow me we need to make sure the gardens are ready for the next event already. ” She was quickly urging the maids along to follow her, though they would likely lose the boy for a bit if they went along with her.
“Tch. No fun!” Wisp grumbled from within the jar, just as Fio began speaking to the giant. The door, just barely inches from closing fully where he likely wouldn’t have been able to hear her words any more. Elnith frowned, seeming a little on edge as the door opened again as Grettir pushed open the door rather violently, stomping over to the witch with a snarl.
“Trustworthiness? That has nothing to do with it, human runt.” The giant snarled. “But fine. If you’re offering that much, then there’s something maybe you can help with.” A pause. “We giants don’t give a scaly dragon arse about some human queen. But if you manage to kill one of those dragon kin up in the mountains, fine. I’ll agree to forge some dragon scale for ye.”
“M-Master Grettir you don’t mean-!”
“Aye, I do. There be a rather ornery, nasty beast. Same one that took that klutz’ hand.” Gunnrun flinched a bit at this, rubbing the spot between her prosthetic and her wrist. “Kill it, bring back proof and maybe I’ll be willing to admit that you lot aren’t some pathetic whelps.” And with that, the giant once more, turned, and slammed the door shut behind him, the large mountainside that it was built into trembling from the strength of it.
An assault from all sides, the creature’s legs frozen in place, preventing it from moving yet it was already melting, decaying quickly from the moment it was frozen. Luana was the closest, and swiftest to react. Her spear thrusting forth, sharp, tree branch like growths growing from all angles. Even so, the creature’s physiology allowed it to twist and bend, its neck managing to avoid -
“Grrr-hisss!”
Reinhardt slammed into the beast from the side, climbing on top of the things back and latching his arms around the beasts neck. One hand grabbed it by the horns, the other drawing the blade Sorcha had given him, its pristine, clear steel blade shining in the sun as he drew it and plunged it right into the thing's neck, holding it still right for Luana’s spear to impale the creatures eye.
As it thrashed and wriggled free as the ice fully melted on its claws, it managed to dislodge Reinhardt, wriggling free of his grasp, the branches and growths from Endless’ Eclipse spearhead breaking as it’d wrench its head free of the growths, just in time for Ethelred’s lance to drive a deep, grievous injury to the beast his weapon impaling itself right into the things chest.
“Gkkkk-”
A choking, gurgling noise as the beast’s tail lashed out towards Luana, slamming into her torso in the same moment it charged [i]forward[i/] towards Ethelred, seeming entirely uncaring that the lance was driving itself in much, much deeper as it would grab the knight by his shoulders with its claws, and ram its horns into the frozen knight, the force sending him to the ground while the beast would doubly so pull back, freeing itself from the lance.
“Gah…hrk…ahahah…
Its legs struggled to support its weight.
“Hahaha…This too, is…heralded by us…” It chuckled. “But…too soon. Too soon.” Roaring, the beast then turned tail to flee, quitting the field.
“Damn its getting away-!”
“That is enough, Lonan.” Sorcha interjected. She had been watching the fight, though had elected not to interject or interfere. “There is no way we can catch it, even with it so injured it seems. Luana. Ethelred. I task you with aiding Lonan in finding the beast and killing it in whatever way you see fit.” A small look towards Reinhardt. “I realize this is a bit sudden, Reinhardt,” A small smirk slowly formed on the Queen's lips. “But if you don’t mind, I’d like a private date with you.”
“Y-you’re majesty?” A bemused Lonan sheathed his blade. “I am grateful for your assistance but now is not quite the time for leisurely activity.”
“Oh shush Lonan, this is quite important, trust me.” A small nod. "Ah, and if it wasn't clear Reinhardt, that was an order, not a request. This of course means you won't get to hunt that beast, but tending to your Queen is much more important, isn't it?"
With the trash taken care of, that just left the big guy. Kaeru cracked her shoulder, turning to face the clearly now out of his depth demon. Still, it looked like he had some tricks up his sleeve. From the demons arm came an inferno. It might have caused her to sweat a little had she been a normal human, still, so it was a good thing she was having Nyoko's help currently. Leaping over one of the fireballs that had come her way, the Raiju smirked eagerly as she'd land, pivot, launch herself towards a wall and contorting her body to just barely have a second fly under her.
She'd land on the wall on her hands and knees, using it as a spring board to launch herself over a few more, right towards the large demon. Twisting her body she'd angle herself towards the demon, a kick aimed right for its body, electricity crackling off her heel-
"Nyep!" Mayday mayday! A small shout, as she instead she found herself whiffing the attack completely, sailing right past the demon and hitting the ground on the other side. She rolled with it, managing to swiftly get back to her feet. "Ugh, still can't control it very well...ah-"
Well, this was something of a dangerous position to be in.
Nyla, your friendly neighborhood baker Sanjo Beach
The assault had gone well, initially. With their combined might she had successfully managed to bonk this vile man into next Tuesday. Excellent. All they'd need to do next was sweep up the remaining filth in the area and then find any remaining Oja....ah. Her head turned briefly towards Janus. The battle was lost? And so swiftly? She supposed it was illogical to assume that they would be able to single handedly drive off an entire invasion force, but...
All at once her attention and eyes were turned towards the man crawling away. Was it? Could it? Did she dare hope? Nyla compressed her body, retracting the many tentacles and mass into herself as she'd quickly make herself much less of a target, trying to disappear amidst the rocks herself as she'd slide over to where this man was crawling. Even if he wasn't from the Oja clan, saving him would help Janus and he seemed, if nothing else like the leader or someone to follow for the moment.
So Nyla would gently grab the man, tentacles gently gripping him and pulling him behind some rocks.
"Shhh. Its okay." She'd quietly whisper. She'd reach for the arrows. Normally it'd be difficult and dangerous to pull them out - they might be the only thing stopping him from bleeding out currently, but she couldn't also just leave them in right now. So with a gentle pull, she'd pull out each arrow, and lay him on her lap. "Young master, you can rest now." She'd smile at him, ignoring the fighting going on at the moment. "Just rest and maybe...have a little bite? Its packed full of nutrients and will make you feel much better quite soon." She'd offer a small, brightly colored looking cake to the man.
Of course, she'd have no problems force feeding him if he refused.
“Just tired. Don’t fuss over me, fake nun.” Julene rebuffed, clearly winded as she’d breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing Giles and the rest of the people here. “...Giles. No need to say it. What are we going to do?”
“Well, I don’t know Juelene. There’s about forty of us left now. Down from a good hundred or so. We could stay here, but…I don’t fancy our chances any more.” Julene frowned, sheathing her blade and folding her arms across her chest. “Those of us who are left are…well, terrified. Some wouldn’t come out of the tunnels.”
“...what about that large city in the distance?”
“Julene that cursed place is not for men. The dead swarm over that place and the beasts roam freely there.”
“Well, what are we going to do here! We won’t be able to survive another attack like that! We don’t have the manpower or resources any more!”
“Julene-”
“Curses Giles, if you’d have just got off your ass and actually took some initiative earlier this might could’ve been avoided!”
“Julene please-”
“Shut up you coward!” Julene shouted. “....I’m going for a walk.” She would start to leave, brusquely brushing past Akyasha and Argus both, heading for what was likely her home or somewhere nearby.
“...well…she’s right you know.” Giles watched her leave with a shake of his head. “You two…you and your companions are exceptionally talented at dealing with beasts. I don’t suppose you have some advice or judgment to offer here.”
“Shuddap.” Kordelia hissed in reply, slowly managing to struggle to her feet at Aleksiya’s jests. “You’ve…always been jealous of my body…urgh…” The vampire lord shook her head, wincing in still seeming pain as she’d glance over to Giselle. “I have no idea what you’re talking about but whatever it is feels…wrong…ugh…”
The vampire lord huffed at Aleksiya’s order, blood being drawn from the surrounding area towards her, covering her body as it would soon shape itself into a material similar to that of cloth. Similarly, two furry bat wings spread from just above her butt, a long sinuous tail also soon forming behind her as she’d dress herself in her old, usual fashion.
“Hmph, but fine. I guess I owe you some small token of appreciation for…waking me. What happened anyways? Last thing I remembered is getting filled full of silver arrows and then making a deal with some…woman in a purple dress I think?”
Kordelia would do as requested, looking about the battlefield and looking for Aleksiya’s arm. Considering the force and trajectory of it, it would have taken a bit longer had Kordelia not a few tricks up her sleeve as she began sniffing the air.
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Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Have some dancing medjed.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/jjKSxTj.png" /></div><br><br>Hello! Welcome to my little bio.<br><br>Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).<br><br>Have some dancing medjed.<br><br><img src="https://i.redd.it/q95hk1tobbv11.gif" /></div>
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