*I’m not exactly ready to actually fight with him yet, but I would like to roleplay him so here we go*
As the other dome dwellers go on with their various tasks and battles, a figure gently floats down from the sky above, an aura of rain and wind gently buffeting him and the area around him. As he gently lands on his feet, the small figure stand. Looking like a small child no more then 3 feet tall, his horns made of purple lighting poking out of silver hair and piercing violet eyes betray his child-like appearance. His skin pale and his body covered in a flown white mantle like a dress robe billows around him.
He looks around the dome curiously as a glowing Silver Spellbook would float down and float beside him.
“So, this is the place father mentioned…looks like it has seen better days..” the strange boy says a bit bored. The Spellbook would proceed to lightly smack the boy on the head who jumps a bit and growls in annoyance, revealing sharp teeth not unlike a sharks. After a moment staring at the book the boy huffs. “I know I need to pay attention to my surroundings. I’m not an idiot.” He says before calming down a bit. “Well, let’s see what sort of people are here in the dome Dufort.” The boy says before they begin walking.
Sekiro sees them fly down, and suddenly moves to a new canvas, painting with speedy, sharp, strokes. He looks at the boy as the energies of life and death swirl around him, his painting and his swordsmanship reflecting in each other, he looks to the sky, and his oni mask shifts continuously, never remaining one expression for long.
Zeon notices him, head tilts a bit as he watches this strange man seem to paint…him?
Sekiro notices and turns the canvas to Zeon, an amazing painting of the sky, missing Zeon from the painting entirely. The oni mask smiles, knowing Zeon thought it was about him.
The boy looks a bit more confused now, but admires the painting none the less. “It’s a beautiful piece”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The boy glances at the Spellbook before relaxing a bit “I am Zeon Bell….who are you?” he says a bit wary. He looks like he is not too much older than six, though it is clear this “kid” ain’t normal.
"Zodiac, Zodiac Morningstar!" He holds out his hand for him to shake.
After a moment of staring at the hand, he would slowly reach out and shake it. For such a small kid, he has quite a strong grip.
"How old are you? I don't think you're really a kid."
“I’m only about 6 years old. Though my kind tends to mature much faster then other species in the multiverse. I’m a Mamodo Daemon, to be precise.” Zeon says as he gets more comfortable talking to Zodiac.
"Wanna be friends? I'm a sort of daemon myself!"
Zeon blinks a bit, surprised. “Uh…s-sure…?” While the kid seems quite strong and normally composed, he is rather socially awkward around friendly people it seems. The silver spellbook lightly taps Zeon on the head and said boy looks at the book in a bit of a huff.
Zeon blinks a bit, surprised. “Uh…s-sure…?” While the kid seems quite strong and normally composed, he is rather socially awkward around friendly people it seems. The silver spellbook lightly taps Zeon on the head and said boy looks at the book in a bit of a huff.
""GREAT!!! Is your book alive?"
Zeon jumps a bit at the enthusiastic response. “Um, yes and no. The book contains a human soul who controls it. His name is Dufort”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Zeon blinks a bit, surprised. “Uh…s-sure…?” While the kid seems quite strong and normally composed, he is rather socially awkward around friendly people it seems. The silver spellbook lightly taps Zeon on the head and said boy looks at the book in a bit of a huff.
""GREAT!!! Is your book alive?"
Zeon jumps a bit at the enthusiastic response. “Um, yes and no. The book contains a human soul who controls it. His name is Dufort”
*I’m not exactly ready to actually fight with him yet, but I would like to roleplay him so here we go*
As the other dome dwellers go on with their various tasks and battles, a figure gently floats down from the sky above, an aura of rain and wind gently buffeting him and the area around him. As he gently lands on his feet, the small figure stand. Looking like a small child no more then 3 feet tall, his horns made of purple lighting poking out of silver hair and piercing violet eyes betray his child-like appearance. His skin pale and his body covered in a flown white mantle like a dress robe billows around him.
He looks around the dome curiously as a glowing Silver Spellbook would float down and float beside him.
“So, this is the place father mentioned…looks like it has seen better days..” the strange boy says a bit bored. The Spellbook would proceed to lightly smack the boy on the head who jumps a bit and growls in annoyance, revealing sharp teeth not unlike a sharks. After a moment staring at the book the boy huffs. “I know I need to pay attention to my surroundings. I’m not an idiot.” He says before calming down a bit. “Well, let’s see what sort of people are here in the dome Dufort.” The boy says before they begin walking.
Sekiro sees them fly down, and suddenly moves to a new canvas, painting with speedy, sharp, strokes. He looks at the boy as the energies of life and death swirl around him, his painting and his swordsmanship reflecting in each other, he looks to the sky, and his oni mask shifts continuously, never remaining one expression for long.
Zeon notices him, head tilts a bit as he watches this strange man seem to paint…him?
Sekiro notices and turns the canvas to Zeon, an amazing painting of the sky, missing Zeon from the painting entirely. The oni mask smiles, knowing Zeon thought it was about him.
The boy looks a bit more confused now, but admires the painting none the less. “It’s a beautiful piece”
“A piece you thought you would be in. Thank you, your shifting of the sky inspired me.” He places the canvas on a pile of paintings.
Zeon blinks a bit, surprised. “Uh…s-sure…?” While the kid seems quite strong and normally composed, he is rather socially awkward around friendly people it seems. The silver spellbook lightly taps Zeon on the head and said boy looks at the book in a bit of a huff.
""GREAT!!! Is your book alive?"
Zeon jumps a bit at the enthusiastic response. “Um, yes and no. The book contains a human soul who controls it. His name is Dufort”
"Hey Dufort."
The book tilts itself in greeting,
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Zeon blinks a bit, surprised. “Uh…s-sure…?” While the kid seems quite strong and normally composed, he is rather socially awkward around friendly people it seems. The silver spellbook lightly taps Zeon on the head and said boy looks at the book in a bit of a huff.
""GREAT!!! Is your book alive?"
Zeon jumps a bit at the enthusiastic response. “Um, yes and no. The book contains a human soul who controls it. His name is Dufort”
*I’m not exactly ready to actually fight with him yet, but I would like to roleplay him so here we go*
As the other dome dwellers go on with their various tasks and battles, a figure gently floats down from the sky above, an aura of rain and wind gently buffeting him and the area around him. As he gently lands on his feet, the small figure stand. Looking like a small child no more then 3 feet tall, his horns made of purple lighting poking out of silver hair and piercing violet eyes betray his child-like appearance. His skin pale and his body covered in a flown white mantle like a dress robe billows around him.
He looks around the dome curiously as a glowing Silver Spellbook would float down and float beside him.
“So, this is the place father mentioned…looks like it has seen better days..” the strange boy says a bit bored. The Spellbook would proceed to lightly smack the boy on the head who jumps a bit and growls in annoyance, revealing sharp teeth not unlike a sharks. After a moment staring at the book the boy huffs. “I know I need to pay attention to my surroundings. I’m not an idiot.” He says before calming down a bit. “Well, let’s see what sort of people are here in the dome Dufort.” The boy says before they begin walking.
Sekiro sees them fly down, and suddenly moves to a new canvas, painting with speedy, sharp, strokes. He looks at the boy as the energies of life and death swirl around him, his painting and his swordsmanship reflecting in each other, he looks to the sky, and his oni mask shifts continuously, never remaining one expression for long.
Zeon notices him, head tilts a bit as he watches this strange man seem to paint…him?
Sekiro notices and turns the canvas to Zeon, an amazing painting of the sky, missing Zeon from the painting entirely. The oni mask smiles, knowing Zeon thought it was about him.
The boy looks a bit more confused now, but admires the painting none the less. “It’s a beautiful piece”
“A piece you thought you would be in. Thank you, your shifting of the sky inspired me.” He places the canvas on a pile of paintings.
“I apologize for the assumption. Is painting your profession, or just a hobby” Zeon says a bit awkwardly, wanting to be polite but clearly not use to interacting with people. The Spellbook floats over to admire the painting.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*I’m not exactly ready to actually fight with him yet, but I would like to roleplay him so here we go*
As the other dome dwellers go on with their various tasks and battles, a figure gently floats down from the sky above, an aura of rain and wind gently buffeting him and the area around him. As he gently lands on his feet, the small figure stand. Looking like a small child no more then 3 feet tall, his horns made of purple lighting poking out of silver hair and piercing violet eyes betray his child-like appearance. His skin pale and his body covered in a flown white mantle like a dress robe billows around him.
He looks around the dome curiously as a glowing Silver Spellbook would float down and float beside him.
“So, this is the place father mentioned…looks like it has seen better days..” the strange boy says a bit bored. The Spellbook would proceed to lightly smack the boy on the head who jumps a bit and growls in annoyance, revealing sharp teeth not unlike a sharks. After a moment staring at the book the boy huffs. “I know I need to pay attention to my surroundings. I’m not an idiot.” He says before calming down a bit. “Well, let’s see what sort of people are here in the dome Dufort.” The boy says before they begin walking.
Sekiro sees them fly down, and suddenly moves to a new canvas, painting with speedy, sharp, strokes. He looks at the boy as the energies of life and death swirl around him, his painting and his swordsmanship reflecting in each other, he looks to the sky, and his oni mask shifts continuously, never remaining one expression for long.
Zeon notices him, head tilts a bit as he watches this strange man seem to paint…him?
Sekiro notices and turns the canvas to Zeon, an amazing painting of the sky, missing Zeon from the painting entirely. The oni mask smiles, knowing Zeon thought it was about him.
The boy looks a bit more confused now, but admires the painting none the less. “It’s a beautiful piece”
“A piece you thought you would be in. Thank you, your shifting of the sky inspired me.” He places the canvas on a pile of paintings.
“I apologize for the assumption. Is painting your profession, or just a hobby” Zeon says a bit awkwardly, wanting to be polite but clearly not use to interacting with people. The Spellbook floats over to admire the painting.
“Simply a hobby of a swordsman. I think of it as a form of training, considering how similar the two are. I can tell you don’t want to talk, although your book seems interesting in my artwork.”
The boy looks a bit more confused now, but admires the painting none the less. “It’s a beautiful piece”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"try me"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*So you haven't read book 11 yet?* "Ok, how are you doing today?"
"I promised my kid I wouldn't."
"fine. my weapons wouldnt go well anyway"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
""GREAT!!! Is your book alive?"
"So how are you doing?"
Zeon jumps a bit at the enthusiastic response. “Um, yes and no. The book contains a human soul who controls it. His name is Dufort”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*I’m on book 10 rn. So I’ve set his power to what I’ve read so far.* “I’m doing great, no gods are coming for my head. You?”
"Hey Dufort."
"Well, after I killed Zeus, they haven't tried to kill me anymore."
“A piece you thought you would be in. Thank you, your shifting of the sky inspired me.” He places the canvas on a pile of paintings.
The book tilts itself in greeting,
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Is he capable of telepathy?"
“Lucky you, even if I killed a god I only think that would attract more attention.”
“I apologize for the assumption. Is painting your profession, or just a hobby” Zeon says a bit awkwardly, wanting to be polite but clearly not use to interacting with people. The Spellbook floats over to admire the painting.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"I can see your future, Jason, that would be nothing in comparison to what you might do!"
“Simply a hobby of a swordsman. I think of it as a form of training, considering how similar the two are. I can tell you don’t want to talk, although your book seems interesting in my artwork.”
Both Jason and his shadow sigh “Well there goes being a regular adventurer, don’t tell me what I do, I want to have a bit of fun with it.”
"Oh hey Shade."