"We're all trapped down here... ain't we? Do...do you have a name?"
"I burned it." He mumbles, "It was nice, I burned it, put it with the rest" He says before taking a deep breath. After a few seconds he passes a torn off name tag through the bars. It has the name 'Colt' written on it, with the last name scratched off
He holds the paper in the darkness to read it, "Well Colt... I'd return the nicety of introduction but -koff- I think my name is buried somewhere deep. Probably been eaten by the worms."
Tears stream down the Miner's face, carving channels through the coal stains. He writhes under the sunlight and his eyes are locked tight behind his eyelids. "S-sun... i-it burns...it's beautiful...it h-hurts...the su-" his rambling is cut off by the antler in his mouth.
The Blacklight splits its own torso open, spilling black, sticky guts and gore over the Miner. Then the procedure begins. The Miner passes out from the sheer agony and eldritch blood suffusion a few minutes in, but the surgery lasts much longer. (spoilered for gore)
It takes about three hours, the black gunk from inside the monster rapidly soothing and healing the wounds inflicted with a whale-flaying knife and pliers. After purging every vein, sin, and hope, checking under every tooth, fingernail, and inch of skin in a procedure that would normally be unspeakable and more lethal than a poisoned knife to the heart...
...the Miner wakes up, perfectly fine. In fact, he feels better, other than being soaked in organic tar.
The beast is facing away from him, working away at something.
Shaking, the Miner speaks as he scrapes some tar from his arm, "Wh-what have you done?"
*Are we back inside?*
*Nope, but it is evening now, and the sun is lowered over the edge of the Asylum.*
The abomination slowly turns and extends a claw, holding a tiny piece of gold shaped into a sun.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Tears stream down the Miner's face, carving channels through the coal stains. He writhes under the sunlight and his eyes are locked tight behind his eyelids. "S-sun... i-it burns...it's beautiful...it h-hurts...the su-" his rambling is cut off by the antler in his mouth.
The Blacklight splits its own torso open, spilling black, sticky guts and gore over the Miner. Then the procedure begins. The Miner passes out from the sheer agony and eldritch blood suffusion a few minutes in, but the surgery lasts much longer. (spoilered for gore)
It takes about three hours, the black gunk from inside the monster rapidly soothing and healing the wounds inflicted with a whale-flaying knife and pliers. After purging every vein, sin, and hope, checking under every tooth, fingernail, and inch of skin in a procedure that would normally be unspeakable and more lethal than a poisoned knife to the heart...
...the Miner wakes up, perfectly fine. In fact, he feels better, other than being soaked in organic tar.
The beast is facing away from him, working away at something.
Shaking, the Miner speaks as he scrapes some tar from his arm, "Wh-what have you done?"
*Are we back inside?*
*Nope, but it is evening now, and the sun is lowered over the edge of the Asylum.*
The abomination slowly turns and extends a claw, holding a tiny piece of gold shaped into a sun.
"What is this? Did you dig this out of me?" He says taking it and examining the gold object.
Shaking, the Miner speaks as he scrapes some tar from his arm, "Wh-what have you done?"
*Are we back inside?*
*Nope, but it is evening now, and the sun is lowered over the edge of the Asylum.*
The abomination slowly turns and extends a claw, holding a tiny piece of gold shaped into a sun.
"What is this? Did you dig this out of me?" He says taking it and examining the gold object.
"Dug, scraped, picked, pried, pulled, crushed, melted, and shaped. It is the sun. It belongs to you."
(Functions as a Driftglobe, and grants a +2 to Con while attuned. Miner is already attuned.)
He stares at the treasure with wide eyes, his soot stained face (for even after being pulled apart and put back together he remains covered in coal dust) in an expression of disbelief. "How...why...? I-I don't know what to say, th-thank you."
"We're all trapped down here... ain't we? Do...do you have a name?"
"I burned it." He mumbles, "It was nice, I burned it, put it with the rest" He says before taking a deep breath. After a few seconds he passes a torn off name tag through the bars. It has the name 'Colt' written on it, with the last name scratched off
He holds the paper in the darkness to read it, "Well Colt... I'd return the nicety of introduction but -koff- I think my name is buried somewhere deep. Probably been eaten by the worms."
*edit: Forgot a mental illness. Hmmm.. schizophrenia*
A door to a room randomly swings open, then closed, then open, and some guy is standing there. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands.
He looks confused for about half a second, then sighs after looking around, and just starts walking around the main room.
"Dug, scraped, picked, pried, pulled, crushed, melted, and shaped. It is the sun. It belongs to you."
(Functions as a Driftglobe, and grants a +2 to Con while attuned. Miner is already attuned.)
He stares at the treasure with wide eyes, his soot stained face (for even after being pulled apart and put back together he remains covered in coal dust) in an expression of disbelief. "How...why...? I-I don't know what to say, th-thank you."
The beast slowly stands. "Gold shines like a light in the darkness. As a creature of the dark, I know this well. To ignore it is the gravest sin committed." It leans close. "Don't you dare forget your light, pureblood."
*Forgot to note this, it's Moongold, which gives him advantage against frightened and madness so long as he is carrying it.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I keep seeing Baalze’s character dialogue and being reminded of my favorite Romeo and Juliet quote, lol.*
“Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
*Honestly all of that line, not just the bold, describes him well.*
*True, true. I’d love to incorporate the quote into the storyline, but I can’t imagine how. Anyways, just wanted to share. I might intro in here some time.*
*It's a great quote, but then again everything Shakespeare wrote is.
I also just want to say that this is the first time I've had a character be vivisected.*
*It's so cool to have a character so impactful that people actually discuss them without your prompting. I'm happy now.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Dug, scraped, picked, pried, pulled, crushed, melted, and shaped. It is the sun. It belongs to you."
(Functions as a Driftglobe, and grants a +2 to Con while attuned. Miner is already attuned.)
He stares at the treasure with wide eyes, his soot stained face (for even after being pulled apart and put back together he remains covered in coal dust) in an expression of disbelief. "How...why...? I-I don't know what to say, th-thank you."
The beast slowly stands. "Gold shines like a light in the darkness. As a creature of the dark, I know this well. To ignore it is the gravest sin committed." It leans close. "Don't you dare forget your light, pureblood."
*Forgot to note this, it's Moongold, which gives him advantage against frightened and madness so long as he is carrying it.*
"My light..." He stares into your burning gaze with gratitude carved onto his face, "Thank you for showing me light in this cave. It has been so long since I've seen any light. I won't forget. I will use this light to dig my way out of..." then his eyes briefly glimpse the mental institution for what it is and he realizes he is no longer underground.
*Sweet. This will be super cool to incorporate into my character.*
Sam sits, humming to herself in her room. She wears a dark grey hoodie with the strings removed, her short hair is a dark brown, and her skin is pale from being in the Sanatorium for the past year.
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"Dug, scraped, picked, pried, pulled, crushed, melted, and shaped. It is the sun. It belongs to you."
(Functions as a Driftglobe, and grants a +2 to Con while attuned. Miner is already attuned.)
He stares at the treasure with wide eyes, his soot stained face (for even after being pulled apart and put back together he remains covered in coal dust) in an expression of disbelief. "How...why...? I-I don't know what to say, th-thank you."
The beast slowly stands. "Gold shines like a light in the darkness. As a creature of the dark, I know this well. To ignore it is the gravest sin committed." It leans close. "Don't you dare forget your light, pureblood."
*Forgot to note this, it's Moongold, which gives him advantage against frightened and madness so long as he is carrying it.*
"My light..." He stares into your burning gaze with gratitude carved onto his face, "Thank you for showing me light in this cave. It has been so long since I've seen any light. I won't forget. I will use this light to dig my way out of..." then his eyes briefly glimpse the mental institution for what it is and he realizes he is no longer underground.
*Sweet. This will be super cool to incorporate into my character.*
The Blacklight stretches and looks up at the sky. "The moon shall rise soon. I hope to perform a similar procedure on it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He holds the paper in the darkness to read it, "Well Colt... I'd return the nicety of introduction but -koff- I think my name is buried somewhere deep. Probably been eaten by the worms."
*Nope, but it is evening now, and the sun is lowered over the edge of the Asylum.*
The abomination slowly turns and extends a claw, holding a tiny piece of gold shaped into a sun.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What is this? Did you dig this out of me?" He says taking it and examining the gold object.
"Dug, scraped, picked, pried, pulled, crushed, melted, and shaped. It is the sun. It belongs to you."
(Functions as a Driftglobe, and grants a +2 to Con while attuned. Miner is already attuned.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He stares at the treasure with wide eyes, his soot stained face (for even after being pulled apart and put back together he remains covered in coal dust) in an expression of disbelief. "How...why...? I-I don't know what to say, th-thank you."
(Mtf?)
Colt nods softly, seemingly in understanding
*edit: Forgot a mental illness. Hmmm.. schizophrenia*
A door to a room randomly swings open, then closed, then open, and some guy is standing there. He's wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt, and blue jeans, both with dark, dirty stains. His hair looks like someone scrubbed it with a crusty old mop, as does his face and hands.
He looks confused for about half a second, then sighs after looking around, and just starts walking around the main room.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
The beast slowly stands. "Gold shines like a light in the darkness. As a creature of the dark, I know this well. To ignore it is the gravest sin committed." It leans close. "Don't you dare forget your light, pureblood."
*Forgot to note this, it's Moongold, which gives him advantage against frightened and madness so long as he is carrying it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Mobile Task Force, from the SCP foundation*
*It's so cool to have a character so impactful that people actually discuss them without your prompting. I'm happy now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). I'll make a character in about 2 minutes*
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"My light..." He stares into your burning gaze with gratitude carved onto his face, "Thank you for showing me light in this cave. It has been so long since I've seen any light. I won't forget. I will use this light to dig my way out of..." then his eyes briefly glimpse the mental institution for what it is and he realizes he is no longer underground.
*Sweet. This will be super cool to incorporate into my character.*
*I have to go.*
Sam sits, humming to herself in her room. She wears a dark grey hoodie with the strings removed, her short hair is a dark brown, and her skin is pale from being in the Sanatorium for the past year.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The Blacklight stretches and looks up at the sky. "The moon shall rise soon. I hope to perform a similar procedure on it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Bye! Hope you have fun whatever it is you're doing!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The sound of hammering can be heard from the basement. Several patients have disappeared. It seems quite Mezzoni forgot to lock the door...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*i forgot what mental illness I was going to say…*
*alright, let’s just go with Echopraxia, which is a condition that causes you to want to copy other’s actions*