*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
"That's what fire does. It eats up the oxygen... then the parakeet will die." He slams against the door of his cell and grips the bars breathing heavily, "Put out that fire! You'll suffocate all of us in this unholy cavern!"
The boy just looks up at his ceiling, a thin layer of smoke already forming, "Its too small. Not enough to fill my lungs, not enough to fill the room"
The Miner coughs violently, "It'll fill this cave with smoke, black as the coal in my lungs."
He is bathed in deep red light as he stares at the giant wendigo-like creature. Its body is draped in whaleskin leather and scarified ritualistically. The beast stares back with its red eyes scouring the miner, and its broken antlers scraping the ceiling. "Have you ever seen an eclipse?"
The sunken eyes of the Miner stare up at the latest horror to manifest before him. He hollow voice crawls from between his unmoving lips, "Can't say I have. I've spent most of my days down where the sun don't shine."
The monster lowers itself into a crouch, peering through its burning sockets at the man. "Gold glitters within you." It holds out a large claw. "I will show you the eclipse. The skies shall run black with blood."
"Ain't never found gold anywhere. Just... coal. Dark... black...soulless coal. Dug coal out of the ground so it could fill our lungs... and stain our skin." He coughs and his sunken eyes light up a little, "Show me the sun. Ain't seen it in so... so long. But please don't hide it. Don't spill no blood."
"You are born of gold, living and twisting inside of you. The sun is in your nature, and for that I envy you. I will show it to you." It places a claw on the miner's torso, nearly covering the man's chest and belly with its blackened claw. "Then you will always be able to look within, and they will never be able to take the sun from you."
His deep sunken eyes widen as you grab him. "Ain't no gold in me. Only coal... killing and twisting all inside of me. Ain't no sun either. How can there be? Sun ain't touched my skin in ages. It was taken from me long ago."
"Oh, dear me... you've forgotten your own soul. The coal clouds your sight... This procedure must be done with utmost speed and precision. I will need more light." It uses its other claw to grab the door and rip it open, shattering the lock. "Like sees like. I must bring you outside, purge your veins in the full light of the sun." It picks up the miner and looks for the courtyard once more.
*Don't worry, your Miner isn't gonna die.*
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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.
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
"That's what fire does. It eats up the oxygen... then the parakeet will die." He slams against the door of his cell and grips the bars breathing heavily, "Put out that fire! You'll suffocate all of us in this unholy cavern!"
The boy just looks up at his ceiling, a thin layer of smoke already forming, "Its too small. Not enough to fill my lungs, not enough to fill the room"
The Miner coughs violently, "It'll fill this cave with smoke, black as the coal in my lungs."
The boy curls up further, head buried is his knees as he repeatedly mumbles, "Not enougj"
He is bathed in deep red light as he stares at the giant wendigo-like creature. Its body is draped in whaleskin leather and scarified ritualistically. The beast stares back with its red eyes scouring the miner, and its broken antlers scraping the ceiling. "Have you ever seen an eclipse?"
The sunken eyes of the Miner stare up at the latest horror to manifest before him. He hollow voice crawls from between his unmoving lips, "Can't say I have. I've spent most of my days down where the sun don't shine."
The monster lowers itself into a crouch, peering through its burning sockets at the man. "Gold glitters within you." It holds out a large claw. "I will show you the eclipse. The skies shall run black with blood."
"Ain't never found gold anywhere. Just... coal. Dark... black...soulless coal. Dug coal out of the ground so it could fill our lungs... and stain our skin." He coughs and his sunken eyes light up a little, "Show me the sun. Ain't seen it in so... so long. But please don't hide it. Don't spill no blood."
"You are born of gold, living and twisting inside of you. The sun is in your nature, and for that I envy you. I will show it to you." It places a claw on the miner's torso, nearly covering the man's chest and belly with its blackened claw. "Then you will always be able to look within, and they will never be able to take the sun from you."
His deep sunken eyes widen as you grab him. "Ain't no gold in me. Only coal... killing and twisting all inside of me. Ain't no sun either. How can there be? Sun ain't touched my skin in ages. It was taken from me long ago."
"Oh, dear me... you've forgotten your own soul. The coal clouds your sight... This procedure must be done with utmost speed and precision. I will need more light." It uses its other claw to grab the door and rip it open, shattering the lock. "Like sees like. I must bring you outside, purge your veins in the full light of the sun." It picks up the miner and looks for the courtyard once more.
*Don't worry, your Miner isn't gonna die.*
"The sun..." a deep longing fills his gaze but then the terror of a horrifying monster grabbing him takes over, "Wh-what are you?!" cries the struggling Miner.
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
"That's what fire does. It eats up the oxygen... then the parakeet will die." He slams against the door of his cell and grips the bars breathing heavily, "Put out that fire! You'll suffocate all of us in this unholy cavern!"
The boy just looks up at his ceiling, a thin layer of smoke already forming, "Its too small. Not enough to fill my lungs, not enough to fill the room"
The Miner coughs violently, "It'll fill this cave with smoke, black as the coal in my lungs."
The boy curls up further, head buried is his knees as he repeatedly mumbles, "Not enougj"
"Too much... too much... too much..." mutters the Miner between coughs, shrinking from the dull glow of the flame.
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
"That's what fire does. It eats up the oxygen... then the parakeet will die." He slams against the door of his cell and grips the bars breathing heavily, "Put out that fire! You'll suffocate all of us in this unholy cavern!"
The boy just looks up at his ceiling, a thin layer of smoke already forming, "Its too small. Not enough to fill my lungs, not enough to fill the room"
The Miner coughs violently, "It'll fill this cave with smoke, black as the coal in my lungs."
The boy curls up further, head buried is his knees as he repeatedly mumbles, "Not enougj"
"Too much... too much... too much..." mutters the Miner between coughs, shrinking from the dull glow of the flame.
Only after a fee minutes does the fire die, having burned away all it's fuel
"Oh, dear me... you've forgotten your own soul. The coal clouds your sight... This procedure must be done with utmost speed and precision. I will need more light." It uses its other claw to grab the door and rip it open, shattering the lock. "Like sees like. I must bring you outside, purge your veins in the full light of the sun." It picks up the miner and looks for the courtyard once more.
*Don't worry, your Miner isn't gonna die.*
"The sun..." a deep longing fills his gaze but then the terror of a horrifying monster grabbing him takes over, "Wh-what are you?!" cries the struggling Miner.
"A child of heaven." It finds the courtyard, breaks down the door, and presses the miner down against the ground, the sun overhead like a surgeon's light. The beast rears like it's about to howl, then decides against it.
"We've no time for anesthetic." It breaks off what remains of one of its antlers. "Bite down on this."
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
"That's what fire does. It eats up the oxygen... then the parakeet will die." He slams against the door of his cell and grips the bars breathing heavily, "Put out that fire! You'll suffocate all of us in this unholy cavern!"
The boy just looks up at his ceiling, a thin layer of smoke already forming, "Its too small. Not enough to fill my lungs, not enough to fill the room"
The Miner coughs violently, "It'll fill this cave with smoke, black as the coal in my lungs."
The boy curls up further, head buried is his knees as he repeatedly mumbles, "Not enougj"
"Too much... too much... too much..." mutters the Miner between coughs, shrinking from the dull glow of the flame.
Only after a few minutes does the fire die, having burned away all it's fuel
The Miner slowly draws closer again now that his oxygen isn't being burned away. "Boy... what are you doing way down here... buried beneath all this pale earth?"
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
"That's what fire does. It eats up the oxygen... then the parakeet will die." He slams against the door of his cell and grips the bars breathing heavily, "Put out that fire! You'll suffocate all of us in this unholy cavern!"
The boy just looks up at his ceiling, a thin layer of smoke already forming, "Its too small. Not enough to fill my lungs, not enough to fill the room"
The Miner coughs violently, "It'll fill this cave with smoke, black as the coal in my lungs."
The boy curls up further, head buried is his knees as he repeatedly mumbles, "Not enougj"
"Too much... too much... too much..." mutters the Miner between coughs, shrinking from the dull glow of the flame.
Only after a few minutes does the fire die, having burned away all it's fuel
The Miner slowly draws closer again now that his oxygen isn't being burned away. "Boy... what are you doing way down here... buried beneath all this pale earth?"
"Trapped. In my head, in my body, in this cell." He have heartedly gestures to the smoldering embers, "All my freedom goes there"
"Oh, dear me... you've forgotten your own soul. The coal clouds your sight... This procedure must be done with utmost speed and precision. I will need more light." It uses its other claw to grab the door and rip it open, shattering the lock. "Like sees like. I must bring you outside, purge your veins in the full light of the sun." It picks up the miner and looks for the courtyard once more.
*Don't worry, your Miner isn't gonna die.*
"The sun..." a deep longing fills his gaze but then the terror of a horrifying monster grabbing him takes over, "Wh-what are you?!" cries the struggling Miner.
"A child of heaven." It finds the courtyard, breaks down the door, and presses the miner down against the ground, the sun overhead like a surgeon's light. The beast rears like it's about to howl, then decides against it.
"We're no time for anesthetic." It breaks off what remains of one of its antlers. "Bite down on this."
"Did you say a child of heaven or a child of he-" he chokes as the sunlight washes over him. f
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.
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
"That's what fire does. It eats up the oxygen... then the parakeet will die." He slams against the door of his cell and grips the bars breathing heavily, "Put out that fire! You'll suffocate all of us in this unholy cavern!"
The boy just looks up at his ceiling, a thin layer of smoke already forming, "Its too small. Not enough to fill my lungs, not enough to fill the room"
The Miner coughs violently, "It'll fill this cave with smoke, black as the coal in my lungs."
The boy curls up further, head buried is his knees as he repeatedly mumbles, "Not enougj"
"Too much... too much... too much..." mutters the Miner between coughs, shrinking from the dull glow of the flame.
Only after a few minutes does the fire die, having burned away all it's fuel
The Miner slowly draws closer again now that his oxygen isn't being burned away. "Boy... what are you doing way down here... buried beneath all this pale earth?"
"Trapped. In my head, in my body, in this cell." He have heartedly gestures to the smoldering embers, "All my freedom goes there"
"We're all trapped down here... ain't we? Do...do you have a name?"
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
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.
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?"
*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.*
*this seems fun :>* *Haven't seen anyone mention good old pyromania, a classic. Disassociative personality disorder is also pretty interesting*
A young man, maybe barely in his late teens, with short dirty blonde hair and green eyes is sat in a white cell. His mattress is bare, pillows and blanket pilled in a corner, slowly burning from a fire. The boy is against the opposite wall, knees against his chest as he watches the fire
The light from your fire illuminates a sooty figure in a neighboring cell. "Don't light fires in the cave. You'll burn the air out of your own lungs and set the earth aflame."
The boy twitches, looking over at his neighbor slowly, "...I can't.... I can burn the air?" He seems more interested in that than the later half of the sentence
"That's what fire does. It eats up the oxygen... then the parakeet will die." He slams against the door of his cell and grips the bars breathing heavily, "Put out that fire! You'll suffocate all of us in this unholy cavern!"
The boy just looks up at his ceiling, a thin layer of smoke already forming, "Its too small. Not enough to fill my lungs, not enough to fill the room"
The Miner coughs violently, "It'll fill this cave with smoke, black as the coal in my lungs."
The boy curls up further, head buried is his knees as he repeatedly mumbles, "Not enougj"
"Too much... too much... too much..." mutters the Miner between coughs, shrinking from the dull glow of the flame.
Only after a few minutes does the fire die, having burned away all it's fuel
The Miner slowly draws closer again now that his oxygen isn't being burned away. "Boy... what are you doing way down here... buried beneath all this pale earth?"
"Trapped. In my head, in my body, in this cell." He have heartedly gestures to the smoldering embers, "All my freedom goes there"
"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
*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.*
The Miner coughs violently, "It'll fill this cave with smoke, black as the coal in my lungs."
"Oh, dear me... you've forgotten your own soul. The coal clouds your sight... This procedure must be done with utmost speed and precision. I will need more light." It uses its other claw to grab the door and rip it open, shattering the lock. "Like sees like. I must bring you outside, purge your veins in the full light of the sun." It picks up the miner and looks for the courtyard once more.
*Don't worry, your Miner isn't gonna die.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The boy curls up further, head buried is his knees as he repeatedly mumbles, "Not enougj"
"The sun..." a deep longing fills his gaze but then the terror of a horrifying monster grabbing him takes over, "Wh-what are you?!" cries the struggling Miner.
"Too much... too much... too much..." mutters the Miner between coughs, shrinking from the dull glow of the flame.
Only after a fee minutes does the fire die, having burned away all it's fuel
"A child of heaven." It finds the courtyard, breaks down the door, and presses the miner down against the ground, the sun overhead like a surgeon's light. The beast rears like it's about to howl, then decides against it.
"We've no time for anesthetic." It breaks off what remains of one of its antlers. "Bite down on this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Miner slowly draws closer again now that his oxygen isn't being burned away. "Boy... what are you doing way down here... buried beneath all this pale earth?"
"Trapped. In my head, in my body, in this cell." He have heartedly gestures to the smoldering embers, "All my freedom goes there"
"Did you say a child of heaven or a child of he-" he chokes as the sunlight washes over him. f
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.
"We're all trapped down here... ain't we? Do...do you have a name?"
(hmm, what to do for a character)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
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.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Schizophrenia.*
*I keep seeing Baalze’s character dialogue and being reminded of my favorite Romeo and Juliet quote, lol.*
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Shaking, the Miner speaks as he scrapes some tar from his arm, "Wh-what have you done?"
*Are we back inside?*
*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.*
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An MTF operative has set up a small base of operations in an empty supply room
"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
*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.*