*I'm struggling to flesh out my villain. I want other characters to be able to have meaningful interactions with the guy, and him being an omnicidal maniac kind of reduces him to "send Rag and Stroth after him" instead of "witty banter."*
*Yeah, I mean, Rag would try the witty banter thing until once of his friends get killed, in which he would then immediately curb stomp his skull into a paste. You could always find the line between the two, like making them a villain you can relate to, and even the opponent can have fun with.*
*Just gonna intro tonight because I got going, here you go, have a vengeful spirit samurai. The lack of information on their appearance is intentional.*
‘One day my blade will break, but only hell will be around to see it.’
The night is still, cold like any other, the only noise that could possibly be is the breeze, stronger than usual, but not strong by any means. In the forest is gang is meeting, arguing with each other nervously, seeming like something is after them. One looks at the campfire, rubbing his hands
“We- we need to run. There’s nothing we can do but run.” Another grabs them by the throat “We are doing to be fine! All we need to do is hide out for a little while!” Orders who is likely the leader of the gang, just as nervous, but hiding it through a sense of rage and bravado.
In the dead of night the gang hears a single crack, too dark to see deep into the forest. The entire group decides to go into the forest together, grabbing shoddy weapons to take out whatever may be trying ti come after them, but the farther they go, the less of them there are, no sound, no smell, not anything at all, members simply disappear until it is only the leader left.
Once he is alone, he encounters a clearing. A broken katana stuck into the ground of the center of the area, what appears to be broken bits of a samurai’s armor scattered around the blade. As the leader treads closer the air becomes more still, warmer for some strange reason.
After a moment, everything stops, and a voice resounds through the night, filled with cold demonic rage “A killer requires execution.” The blade seems to float in the air, blue flames surrounding it as the shards of the blade begin to come back together, the pieces of armor along with the blue hellfire gather together. The hellfire holds the pieces together, though the cracks can be seen as an oni mask materializes. The leader never stood a chance as he backpedaled into a tree before the blade cleaved through his skull, his blood never reaching the ground.
*not too great, five wildfires in LA county, where some of my friend’s Family lives, so that’s fairly worrying. But otherwise I’m doing alright.*
*Dang I didn’t hear, I’m worried about my family now. Well, other than that I’m happy to hear you’re alright, I care about you and all that.*
*thanks. It happened super suddenly, they all started within the last two days from the windstorm, in what I believe is the second most populated county in the entire country (possibly, I’m not sure, but Los Angeles is the largest city in the U.S. besides New York) and none of them are really contained, multiple thousand people are evacuating and my teacher’s brother’s house burned down so she wasn’t here yesterday.)
*not too great, five wildfires in LA county, where some of my friend’s Family lives, so that’s fairly worrying. But otherwise I’m doing alright.*
*Dang I didn’t hear, I’m worried about my family now. Well, other than that I’m happy to hear you’re alright, I care about you and all that.*
*thanks. It happened super suddenly, they all started within the last two days from the windstorm, in what I believe is the second most populated county in the entire country (possibly, I’m not sure, but Los Angeles is the largest city in the U.S. besides New York) and none of them are really contained, multiple thousand people are evacuating and my teacher’s brother’s house burned down so she wasn’t here yesterday.)
*Thats awful to hear, I hope everyone is okay as they can be with that sort of situation. I wish I could do anything myself, but I’m just a lil Texas boi. Wanna rp?*
*not too great, five wildfires in LA county, where some of my friend’s Family lives, so that’s fairly worrying. But otherwise I’m doing alright.*
*Dang I didn’t hear, I’m worried about my family now. Well, other than that I’m happy to hear you’re alright, I care about you and all that.*
*thanks. It happened super suddenly, they all started within the last two days from the windstorm, in what I believe is the second most populated county in the entire country (possibly, I’m not sure, but Los Angeles is the largest city in the U.S. besides New York) and none of them are really contained, multiple thousand people are evacuating and my teacher’s brother’s house burned down so she wasn’t here yesterday.)
*Thats awful to hear, I hope everyone is okay as they can be with that sort of situation. I wish I could do anything myself, but I’m just a lil Texas boi. Wanna rp?*
*not too great, five wildfires in LA county, where some of my friend’s Family lives, so that’s fairly worrying. But otherwise I’m doing alright.*
*Dang I didn’t hear, I’m worried about my family now. Well, other than that I’m happy to hear you’re alright, I care about you and all that.*
*thanks. It happened super suddenly, they all started within the last two days from the windstorm, in what I believe is the second most populated county in the entire country (possibly, I’m not sure, but Los Angeles is the largest city in the U.S. besides New York) and none of them are really contained, multiple thousand people are evacuating and my teacher’s brother’s house burned down so she wasn’t here yesterday.)
*Thats awful to hear, I hope everyone is okay as they can be with that sort of situation. I wish I could do anything myself, but I’m just a lil Texas boi. Wanna rp?*
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I meant to write I am 'now' on but for some reason I wrote something else. yaaaay.*
*Oh you’re on now? Yay! It’s fine, we all make mistakes, especially me, all the time. Good to see you.*
*Guve me your samurai boi.*
*Here you go my friend. If you want anyone else whenever, just ask.*
A Japanese man in a white Gi, the Gi very thin despite the cold, somehow still warm, with a sheathed blade at his belt and a thick backpack on his back is walking towards the Inn. There seems to be something on the sheath that seems to be some kind of seal. He is pretty tall for the average human, around 6ft, looking very fit and lean. He doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, occasionally adjusting his glasses nervously.
*I'm struggling to flesh out my villain. I want other characters to be able to have meaningful interactions with the guy, and him being an omnicidal maniac kind of reduces him to "send Rag and Stroth after him" instead of "witty banter."*
*Yeah, I mean, Rag would try the witty banter thing until once of his friends get killed, in which he would then immediately curb stomp his skull into a paste. You could always find the line between the two, like making them a villain you can relate to, and even the opponent can have fun with.*
*I'm trying, but the main conceit is kind of difficult to work with and I don't have anything else to build on so far.*
*I'm looking through the enneagram right now to pick out a type for this character, and I'm thinking 7 (ignores personal problems by relentlessly "having fun").*
*I'm struggling to flesh out my villain. I want other characters to be able to have meaningful interactions with the guy, and him being an omnicidal maniac kind of reduces him to "send Rag and Stroth after him" instead of "witty banter."*
*Yeah, I mean, Rag would try the witty banter thing until once of his friends get killed, in which he would then immediately curb stomp his skull into a paste. You could always find the line between the two, like making them a villain you can relate to, and even the opponent can have fun with.*
*I'm trying, but the main conceit is kind of difficult to work with and I don't have anything else to build on so far.*
*I'm looking through the enneagram right now to pick out a type for this character, and I'm thinking 7 (ignores personal problems by relentlessly "having fun").*
*Oh that’s fun, I’m pretty sure my Enneagram is type 8, I can’t remember. I would be happy to help as much as I can if you wanted it, but you probably don’t so I’ll just be here if you need a little advice.*
*I'm trying, but the main conceit is kind of difficult to work with and I don't have anything else to build on so far.*
*I'm looking through the enneagram right now to pick out a type for this character, and I'm thinking 7 (ignores personal problems by relentlessly "having fun").*
*Oh that’s fun, I’m pretty sure my Enneagram is type 8, I can’t remember. I would be happy to help as much as I can if you wanted it, but you probably don’t so I’ll just be here if you need a little advice.*
*If you have any genuine suggestions, I would be more than happy to hear them.*
*I'm trying, but the main conceit is kind of difficult to work with and I don't have anything else to build on so far.*
*I'm looking through the enneagram right now to pick out a type for this character, and I'm thinking 7 (ignores personal problems by relentlessly "having fun").*
*Oh that’s fun, I’m pretty sure my Enneagram is type 8, I can’t remember. I would be happy to help as much as I can if you wanted it, but you probably don’t so I’ll just be here if you need a little advice.*
*If you have any genuine suggestions, I would be more than happy to hear them.*
*I mean, I’ve made villains that seek to kill everyone but what the villain has to do to make them convinced to their own philosophy. An infectious charisma and a dangerous intelligence, making only the choices best for success and all that.*
*I meant to write I am 'now' on but for some reason I wrote something else. yaaaay.*
*Oh you’re on now? Yay! It’s fine, we all make mistakes, especially me, all the time. Good to see you.*
*Guve me your samurai boi.*
*Here you go my friend. If you want anyone else whenever, just ask.*
A Japanese man in a white Gi, the Gi very thin despite the cold, somehow still warm, with a sheathed blade at his belt is walking towards the Inn. There seems to be something on the sheath that seems to be some kind of seal. He is pretty tall for the average human, around 6ft, looking very fit and lean. He doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, occasionally adjusting his glasses nervously.
He can tell someone is watching him, cold eyes boring holes in the back of their head.
A figure sits at a table near the very back, he appears to be staring at them, though more accurately, they are staring at their blade. He wears light eal and dark teal clothing, layers upon layers to cover their body. Their hands are covered in a thick pair of gloves meant for welding, the same color of teal conceals the skin from harm. The same material as their apron but in black, a flexible shield from sparks. They wear a welders mask over their face but the man can see a glint of eyes behind it. A thick grey hood covers their head, protecting it. They seem to be fidgeting with a cubic piece of metal, running their fingers over it absentmindedly.
*If you have any genuine suggestions, I would be more than happy to hear them.*
*I mean, I’ve made villains that seek to kill everyone but what the villain has to do to make them convinced to their own philosophy. An infectious charisma and a dangerous intelligence, making only the choices best for success and all that.*
*I like most of that, but "cold and calculating" isn't what I'm going for. I also haven't though of this character as sadistic, instead they believe they are "helping" people.*
*Perhaps instead of bringing people to the underworld, he wants to bring the underworld to people... no matter the consequences.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Yeah, I mean, Rag would try the witty banter thing until once of his friends get killed, in which he would then immediately curb stomp his skull into a paste. You could always find the line between the two, like making them a villain you can relate to, and even the opponent can have fun with.*
*Dang I didn’t hear, I’m worried about my family now. Well, other than that I’m happy to hear you’re alright, I care about you and all that.*
*What do yall think of this intro?*
*thanks. It happened super suddenly, they all started within the last two days from the windstorm, in what I believe is the second most populated county in the entire country (possibly, I’m not sure, but Los Angeles is the largest city in the U.S. besides New York) and none of them are really contained, multiple thousand people are evacuating and my teacher’s brother’s house burned down so she wasn’t here yesterday.)
*Thats awful to hear, I hope everyone is okay as they can be with that sort of situation. I wish I could do anything myself, but I’m just a lil Texas boi. Wanna rp?*
*Okay, I am not kinda on.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*unfortunately, i don’t have time.*
*Oh well, it is what it is, see ya around.*
*Well maybe you’ll have the time one day.*
*I meant to write I am 'now' on but for some reason I wrote something else. yaaaay.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Oh you’re on now? Yay! It’s fine, we all make mistakes, especially me, all the time. Good to see you.*
*Guve me your samurai boi.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(hi wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Here you go my friend. If you want anyone else whenever, just ask.*
A Japanese man in a white Gi, the Gi very thin despite the cold, somehow still warm, with a sheathed blade at his belt and a thick backpack on his back is walking towards the Inn. There seems to be something on the sheath that seems to be some kind of seal. He is pretty tall for the average human, around 6ft, looking very fit and lean. He doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, occasionally adjusting his glasses nervously.
*I'm trying, but the main conceit is kind of difficult to work with and I don't have anything else to build on so far.*
*I'm looking through the enneagram right now to pick out a type for this character, and I'm thinking 7 (ignores personal problems by relentlessly "having fun").*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh that’s fun, I’m pretty sure my Enneagram is type 8, I can’t remember. I would be happy to help as much as I can if you wanted it, but you probably don’t so I’ll just be here if you need a little advice.*
*If you have any genuine suggestions, I would be more than happy to hear them.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I mean, I’ve made villains that seek to kill everyone but what the villain has to do to make them convinced to their own philosophy. An infectious charisma and a dangerous intelligence, making only the choices best for success and all that.*
He can tell someone is watching him, cold eyes boring holes in the back of their head.
A figure sits at a table near the very back, he appears to be staring at them, though more accurately, they are staring at their blade. He wears light eal and dark teal clothing, layers upon layers to cover their body. Their hands are covered in a thick pair of gloves meant for welding, the same color of teal conceals the skin from harm. The same material as their apron but in black, a flexible shield from sparks. They wear a welders mask over their face but the man can see a glint of eyes behind it. A thick grey hood covers their head, protecting it. They seem to be fidgeting with a cubic piece of metal, running their fingers over it absentmindedly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I like most of that, but "cold and calculating" isn't what I'm going for. I also haven't though of this character as sadistic, instead they believe they are "helping" people.*
*Perhaps instead of bringing people to the underworld, he wants to bring the underworld to people... no matter the consequences.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels