☱ ䷒ ䷣ ☲ ䷂
䷳ ䷥ ䷆ ䷰ ⚎ ䷝ ䷩ ䷟
WITH WOLVES EARS, WOLVES TEETH SHALL BARE NEAR
IN THE SNOWSTORM LAYS A TRAIL OF LANTERNS LIT ON SHEPARDS HOOKS; THE PATH SPLITS
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ABOUT WRITER & ACCOUNT
Glad you made it this far. Call me Nato, and there isn't much to know about me otherwise. Some guidelines shall do you better;I.
The account and surroundings are 18+ as there may seem to be darker themes, maybe even gore described or acted out through roleplay. This however, excludes anything lewd. I do not take part in that, and will not.
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The door are typically always open for conversation, for plotting, for questions lore or not. But do respect these gates, I hope you do.
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Any kinds of interactions are welcome, from serious story-telling to light antics between characters, though I do have a preference for the former. It is after-all the best way to express one's character and truth.
IV. No artwork is mine, and will be specifically credited in this card, the ALT text of my pinned, and sometimes of the post themselves.
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The account is debateable on whether multi or single ship. Currently I believe it to be multi-ship but that may change sooner rather than later.
HOW ABSURD IS IT TO BELIEVE A MAN CAN KILL A GOD, HE ASKS. A GOD CANNOT BELIEVE WHEN HE'S DEAD, THE "WOLF" RESPONDED.
ABOUT CHARACTER
This character is a ruthless individual, often missing for days at a time and crime tending to happen when he is within the same country. His most active time is during the night when most are asleep, preferring to stay away from any and all people. Most times in public spaces where many eyes reside, he would have a half cloak to conceal himself or move along the lesser known paths. What he does in his time is never known, but if you ever encounter this Hound, you are in danger. Interacting with him is strongly advised against, as his tendency to harm individuals for simple things or showing kindness is commonplace. A history unknown, and a duty best left to the unseen shadows of the night. Pray you are not next to be devoured. However .. appearances are deceiving, whether for fortune or hell.The best way to find out is to experience it yourself; the river that runs red.
ARTISTS CREDIT AND RECCOMMEND;
SUNNY;
VGEN / TWITTER - @linhmeimei19
LONKULADE
VGEN / TWITTER - @LONKULADE
ZIPZIP
VGEN: @Zipzip
TWITTER - potatobrush
REMEMBER, IF YOU'RE TAKING DAMAGE, JUST STOP TAKING DAMAGE.
ACHTUNG, ACHTUNG, ACHTUNG
SKILLS
| SKILL/ITEM | DESCRIPTION |
|---|---|
| FLAME ARISE (ACTIVE) | A flame that can be summoned from the user's will and mind. It's control and potential relies on the users imagination and pathways, though it is not his own. A false flame; originating from a source not of his own heart. |
| SILENT CASTING (ACTIVE) | Words that are mumbled under his breath, yet no sounds are ever made, shall bring forth the magic he conjours. Yet none ever see it, for it happens in the mere millisecond between time itself. The problem inherently is the focusing and memorization before casting it. It must be precise, otherwise, it will backfire. |
| DEVOUR (ACTIVE) | The Hound shall devour all. It is a grand-level spell that devours any being that enters the maw of the Hound when it is cast. From the physical form to the soul, it entraps it to the stomach of the Hound; permanently. The souls follow him beyond timelines, yet these souls are bound to curse him eventually. A fate worse than death .. A place of agony. |
| WRATH (PASSIVE) | The curse powers him .. it drives him mad, and grants him wrath against his enemies. It is what gives him the ability to chew into metal, to punch stones to pebbles, extending the mortal vessel beyond normal capabilities. |
| CHAINS BIND (ACTIVE) | Unholy chains that are summoned from the very earth to bind, pierce or capture his opponents. It's origin is not of his own, yet it is likely a fake copy of the chains that once bound Fenrir from Nordic Mythology. It works along with his will and basic hand gestures via silent casting. |
| HOUND'S EYE (ACTIVE) | The Hound was cursed for blindness, blurred colorless vision that he cannot comprehend anything in sight. He forged an ability to perceive from his eyes through the use of mana, though it's drawback are bloody eyes from excessive use. |
| SWEET SCENT (PASSIVE) | Nothing escapes his nose. Mimicking his favorite Hound, he unnaturally developed the ability to smell akin to a great wolf. From mere shampoo to the smallest of traces, it is befit a hunter. |
| FIRE RESISTANCE (PASSIVE) | His own flames and that received from others are seemingly immune on his vessel and clothes. It is a byproduct of the flames produced from the curse in his heart. He can consciously turn this ability off and on if needed. However, it is only resistance. If enough fire is used against him, his shield will wear off, or if the intensity of the heat is immeasurably strong. |
| BROKEN TALISMAN (PASSIVE) | He swallowed a talisman at one point of his life, that bound itself to the insides of his stomach. It was used to negate the effects of the curses somewhat, but it does cause stomach problems occasionally. It's effect is negated when the Hound is damp with water. |
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THE BOY CRIED NOT BECAUSE HE WAS SAD, BUT BECAUSE HE COULD NOT BE HAPPY
CURSES
| BATS CURSE - His eyesight has lost all color and is typically meager blurry shades of grey. This is overwritten with HOUNDS EYE |
| CURSE OF GLUTTONY - Consuming food will eventually find it's way back out, hurling in a vomit of pain. Only select few things he is able to eat without throwing it up. This of course does not affect the devouring of souls. |
| SEEDBEARERS CURSE - Thorns around his heart, a plague unto a vessel as everlasting as this. It is something that slowly consumes the life of the cursed vessel, but also the very thing that grants it strength, power and magic. If one had such special and rare eyes, they could see the trails of thorns around the bones of this vessel. |
| BERSERKERS CURSE - Witches, moons, rotted beings. Whenever the Hound comes into contact with certain things, he loses all reasoning against his will, and ends up in a frantic overpowered barrage of wrath. Some could call it an enchantment of madness even. Regret typically follows it afterwards. |
| CURSE OF THE LAKE - If he becomes damp or drenched in water, he will lose the ability to cast any magic and his resistance to the curses until he is dry again. Do not be so confident however, the madness of a Hound returning to it's olden form cannot be a blessing entirely. His DEFIANCE is absurd. |
| SHARKS CURSE - The Hound cannot sleep, his vessel does not allow rest due to this curse. Though at random intervals of weeks will he end up collapsing and enter into hibernation for a few days to make up for his lack of rest. It is not by choice, but the curse forces him in the end. The shark must keep swimming. |
| TOOTH FAIRIES CURSE - Occasionally, he will lose a random tooth. |
| TASTELESS CURSE - He lost the ability to taste a long time ago. If he ever says anything about taste, it's a blatant lie. |
| CURSE OF THE FOURTH WITCH - The Hound cannot be in holy places, prayed for, or be the subject of blessings. Anything holy-related seems to burn him, despite his fire-resistance. It also causes the gravity on him to increase tenfold. |
| YUKI ONNA'S CURSE - If he is placed in a cold enough environment, he will not be able to cast any of his flame magic. |
| FULL MOON'S CURSE - During that of a full moon, tides rise and the moon shines brighter than ever. The Hound, however, seems to be in a weakened state due to it's beams of light. History tells a tale long forgotten here .. |
| REVERSE RABBIT'S FOOT - People around him tend to become severely unlucky. To the point of death being brought to them. The Hound confirmed it himself once, seeing the effects far too many times, seeing death of potential loved ones too many times. This is a good reason why he is so against forming relationships with these mortals. |
| BREATHLESS CURSE - He was once impaled through one of his lungs, a curse implanted on the blade before he perished from it in the end. It is a curse that locks his lung from running at full capacity, always making his breathing hurt and burn. He has gotten used to it over the centuries. |
| ( ? ? ? ) CURSE - An unknown curse even to him. He will forever be bound at the hands of a being far greater than any other god, devil, or entity in the space far and near. It's thread runs to the unknown .. and it is a thread that only wishes to see the Hound's triumph and failures especially. For he is never alone. Always watched. Always haunted. Always resurrected. |
| HUNTERS CURSE - A Hound must Hunt. It is a curse that he once implanted unto himself, a duty even. To hunt the sinners for as long as he draws breath. A tale of old times, where corruption plagued the young knightly hound in his endeavors. If he does not hunt ... he does not know, for this duty has yet to to end. |
| CURSE OF WAX - If the Hound remains in a cold environment for long enough without proper heat, wax will build up on his flesh and start to tear his skin apart. It is a long process, but he must always stay warm and dry. |
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PRAY TELL, WHY DO YOU DENY MY FAITH?
LORE
| Redoing this section because I am disappointed I ever wrote it. Doing better soon. |
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THE RIVER RUNS WITH LOCKS OF RED ATOP ANOTHER.
ARTWORK & TRAITS
| NAME | SKOLL |
|---|---|
| HEIGHT | 6FT / 183CM |
| WEIGHT | 195LB / 88KG |
| HAIR COLOR | RED/BLACK |
| EYE COLOR | RED |
| BIRTHDATE | ██ / ██ / ████ |
| AGE | ███████ |
| RACE | PROBABLY HUMAN |
| BLOODTYPE | O+ |
| BUILD | ATHELTIC |
| GENDER | MALE |
| BITE FORCE | 100K PSI |
| DISLIKES | WITCHES, GODS, MORTALS, CATS, ARCHERS, MOONS AND SWEETS |
|---|---|
| LIKES | STEW, FINE STEELWORK, FLOWERS, BIRDS, RABBITS AND/OR BUNNIES |
| TRAITS | LOYALTY, STUBBORNNESS, ANGER, DEFIANT |
| STENGTHS | DEVOURING AND DESTROYING |
| WEAKNESSES | WATER, ARCHERS, CURSES, BEING NICE |
| FAVORITE FOODS | RABBIT STEW |
| SPECIAL SKILLS | NOTHING IS SPECIAL ABOUT HIM |
| LANGUAGES | ICELANDIC/CHINESE/JAPANESE/ENGLISH/████████ |
| FAVORITE PAST-TIME | BEING ALONE |
IT WASN'T LOVE THAT DIED, IT WAS YOUYOU DIED
SHIPS
EN & ENTo and fro, of thy ages of old and anew, thou remains.
Fate hath yet to settle, and thy stars art calling.
Believe it to be kindness or cruelty,
we found each other.
Bite thy fangs,
and smile.
I GUESS I MUST BE CURSED IN SOME WAY ... THEY ALL JUST DIE IN THE END.
short tales.
LITTLE HUNT . . . . There, like ash in a lake, he could see it. The trails of the mortals, the smell of their clothes, of their vessel, of their soul even. Such heavy contrast to the air around it, but eyes 'don upon only one trail tonight, leading the Hound into a maze of alleyways in search for it's source. Longer and longer he finds himself taking turns with caution, ghost-like eyes peering down every darkened pathway .. Until he stops. Shuffling from the wraps around his waist, the Hound pulled out a cigarette, placing between his lips and lighting it. Smoke erupts from the other end of it, inhaled and exhaled from the Hound.... That is when everything stood still. The walls, the air, the smell itself ... the smell of ᠻꫀꪖ᥅.The hand of the Hound slammed outwards to his side, grabbing hold of the neck of a mortal. That said mortal revealed himself out of thin air, a coat of invisibility falling down. Hiding did no good when the smell was so pungent, even the air itself was repulsed." FOUND YOU, LITTLE RAT. "—he said, as he raised them into the air, watching their body struggle with desperation. This was the one he has been searching for all along, the one he declared a sinner. Snide tactics, blood was on their hands. No more, no more. Now, as the gasp at the air trying to call for their pleas, the Hound muttered to himself;" Fragile-class—— "and with his spare hand did he twist his wrist amongst the air, as if a key were being unlocked. There, then did embers emit between grinding teeth of the Hound." —devour. "Sparing no mercy, no hesitation, the Hound went in for a bite—one of flames that grew the size of a car before it all DEVOURED the mortal. Fire, sin, vessel and all, it was consumed and drawn into the mouth of the Hound and into his stomach. Then, everything eventually grew dark, returning to the time before when the lands felt as if they stood still. That mortal .. dragged to a place that none should enter.Amongst that proclaimed sinner's vision, they saw darkness at first. No matter where they looked or went, it was dull darkness. Then .. came the souls of hundreds of thousands of damned mortals like himself, dragging and crawling from the depths of this darkness. They grabbed the sinner's ankles, then legs, then clothes, then arms and head, consuming him in an endless loop of damnation. If hell were a place, some may proclaim it to be like this. Sinners dragged sinners, nothing but fire and chaos erupting between them for all of eternity. Faces of many unknown and known .. that of the past, innocent or not.Why was such a place conceived in the first place? What made one so angry at the world to create such a hellish hole? The answer .. it's always been clear. Just unspoken.
THE AGE OF GODS: : : : : :There once was a tale as old as time itself, where a plague was brought about the heavens above and down to the earth below. This, was a tale of war. It all began with the skies, clouds and all. The heavens, where all the gods lived and built their foundations over the sun's bountiful rays. Palaces of gold and marble, places of culture their own, and gods as plenty as a massive army. Everything was in harmony in one point or another. Where wine was poured, laughter echoing amongst the halls, it all turned to blood being poured. The gods, turns out, were not so benevolent after all. There was once harmony, but no longer, as the slow rise of their sinful selves would begin to emerge. Why, you ask? Over the mortals below, over the lands between, over the mockery of words. In other words, greed, pride, envy—it filled the hearts of many gods. Soon enough, after all the bickering and rotted words exchanged, blood was spilled. That is when the gods derailed from their harmony for good, where wars were waged amongst the clouds and fell down to mankind's very foundations .... I'll finish writing this one day.