And thus it begins!
You never specified what the woods were like or anything like that, so I filled it in myself.
I like it when the writer notes details about the surroundings, especially at the start of a scene.
I kinda had a forest like the one from the brackenwoods series in mind. Does that match your ideas?
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It was a pleasant night out.
A warm summer breeze ran trough the rustling leaves, moonlight pierced the high up canopy and bathed the forest in a cool blue hue.
The silence of the forest was occasionally interrupted by the music of crickets and nightingales.
Fesh felt the wet grass between his toes and the wind in his hair. This had been the first time in years he'd been this comfortable.
The mysterious woman he'd met a few days ago was right, and he was ever so glad he followed her advice.
These woods felt safe.
"What did she say about directions?" He mumbled himself as he fished a piece of paper from his pocket.
Enter the west side of the woods.
Walk along the smaller river down south.
Pass the grassy plain at the center of the forest.
Follow the light of the fireflies.
"Right..."
Fesh peered into the night, until he saw a tiny little star dance between the trees.
A warm summer breeze ran trough the rustling leaves, moonlight pierced the high up canopy and bathed the forest in a cool blue hue.
The silence of the forest was occasionally interrupted by the music of crickets and nightingales.
Fesh felt the wet grass between his toes and the wind in his hair. This had been the first time in years he'd been this comfortable.
The mysterious woman he'd met a few days ago was right, and he was ever so glad he followed her advice.
These woods felt safe.
"What did she say about directions?" He mumbled himself as he fished a piece of paper from his pocket.
Enter the west side of the woods.
Walk along the smaller river down south.
Pass the grassy plain at the center of the forest.
Follow the light of the fireflies.
"Right..."
Fesh peered into the night, until he saw a tiny little star dance between the trees.
My bluff was called!
Oh well, I'll try and write an opening then.
I dunno.
I figgured I'd go and be a huge fuggin monster and do my ascension in broad daylight, then devour some shinigami and stuff.
Go through a regular day of Ujauja.
He is now one step removed from being at the same level as you lot.
That is, once he takes of the masks he becomes a new Arrancar. So he'll still be the weakest among the players but it won't be by much anymore.
I assumed I'd run into other players, but it's still pretty quiet.
I figgured I'd go and be a huge fuggin monster and do my ascension in broad daylight, then devour some shinigami and stuff.
Go through a regular day of Ujauja.
He is now one step removed from being at the same level as you lot.
That is, once he takes of the masks he becomes a new Arrancar. So he'll still be the weakest among the players but it won't be by much anymore.
I assumed I'd run into other players, but it's still pretty quiet.
That took for ever!
Writing characters for use in a psychological campain is harder than others.
Also knowing fuck all about the series is a challenge.
At least I picked a persona I know a thing or two about.
As for the personality and the powers etc.
I assumed this is how this works?
I kinda took the 'Ruin and decay' aspect of the Tower and applied it as a theme to the character.
Then added some other aspects to make the whole thing 3 dimensional.
Whadaya think? Lookin' for feedback.
Writing characters for use in a psychological campain is harder than others.
Also knowing fuck all about the series is a challenge.
At least I picked a persona I know a thing or two about.
As for the personality and the powers etc.
I assumed this is how this works?
I kinda took the 'Ruin and decay' aspect of the Tower and applied it as a theme to the character.
Then added some other aspects to make the whole thing 3 dimensional.
Whadaya think? Lookin' for feedback.
Real Name
Hale Salts
Alias
Autumn
Gender
Male
Age
23
Weapon(s)
Sledgehammer with reinforced fitting and added grip, virtually indestructible, but kinda heavy.
Arcana
The Tower
Persona
Hastur
Mask
A slender mask of white and grey marble. The eye sockets are holes worn into the stone trough ages of erosion, trough a trick of the light they look like they are several meters deep. There is no mouth. From the base form cracks that run up along the mask, these cracks allow sound to pass trough the otherwise solid marble.
On the inside of the mask is a voice mod, it heightens the pitch and adds echo to the wearer's voice. The result is eerie.
Attire
Stylish Casual, he assumes. He knows fuck all about clothing but since he goes trough them quite quickly he needs to buy a lot.
But he does have more money than he knows what to do with and a childhood friend (Cherry) who loves shopping more than life. Solution: give her a credit card, no questions asked.
In his Autumn character he wears a riot gear stylized with a dark red felt long jacket. Yes, Cherry is in the know. She is the only person Hale trusted with the info, because they've known each other for over two decades, and because she lives on the other side of the world and thus will never be pulled into danger.
Occupation
Narrator. (voice acting: small series, commercials and video games mostly.)
Personality
He puts up a front of arrogance and pride. He isn't nearly so sure about himself as he lets on.
Even with all his doubts however, deep inside he's always know he's something more, something better.
Fears:
- Spending time with this persona it's rather natural to become sort off jaded. Compared to eldritch horrors it's hard to see the scary aspect of real things.
- General distrust of transportation, especially flight.
- Loss of control freaks him out.
Weaknesses:
- When it comes to relationships he's been less than lucky.
- Smoking. Bad habit, can't seem to quit it.
- Aura of ruin. (See special Abilities) This is as much a power as it is a weakness, since it doesn't discriminate.
Special Abilities / Traits / Attributes / Quirks
- A voice like poisoned cotton candy. This turns from 'comforting lullaby' to 'unsettling dirge' when he wears the mask.
- Aura of Ruin: Ever since this all started Hale noticed things have started breaking down faster.
Equipment malfunctions often, food rots faster, clothing wears faster.
Due to this he quite often has to buy new sound equipment and even though he knows a bit about handling firearms, he never does.
- Immunity to ruin and decay, both from the aura and natural sources. The smoking isn't damaging his lungs too badly, and he is barely aging. This only affects himself though, his stuff is still affected.
Themesong
Gost BC - Secular Haze
Hale Salts
Alias
Autumn
Gender
Male
Age
23
Weapon(s)
Sledgehammer with reinforced fitting and added grip, virtually indestructible, but kinda heavy.
Arcana
The Tower
Persona
Hastur
Mask
A slender mask of white and grey marble. The eye sockets are holes worn into the stone trough ages of erosion, trough a trick of the light they look like they are several meters deep. There is no mouth. From the base form cracks that run up along the mask, these cracks allow sound to pass trough the otherwise solid marble.
On the inside of the mask is a voice mod, it heightens the pitch and adds echo to the wearer's voice. The result is eerie.
Attire
Stylish Casual, he assumes. He knows fuck all about clothing but since he goes trough them quite quickly he needs to buy a lot.
But he does have more money than he knows what to do with and a childhood friend (Cherry) who loves shopping more than life. Solution: give her a credit card, no questions asked.
In his Autumn character he wears a riot gear stylized with a dark red felt long jacket. Yes, Cherry is in the know. She is the only person Hale trusted with the info, because they've known each other for over two decades, and because she lives on the other side of the world and thus will never be pulled into danger.
Occupation
Narrator. (voice acting: small series, commercials and video games mostly.)
Personality
He puts up a front of arrogance and pride. He isn't nearly so sure about himself as he lets on.
Even with all his doubts however, deep inside he's always know he's something more, something better.
Fears:
- Spending time with this persona it's rather natural to become sort off jaded. Compared to eldritch horrors it's hard to see the scary aspect of real things.
- General distrust of transportation, especially flight.
- Loss of control freaks him out.
Weaknesses:
- When it comes to relationships he's been less than lucky.
- Smoking. Bad habit, can't seem to quit it.
- Aura of ruin. (See special Abilities) This is as much a power as it is a weakness, since it doesn't discriminate.
Special Abilities / Traits / Attributes / Quirks
- A voice like poisoned cotton candy. This turns from 'comforting lullaby' to 'unsettling dirge' when he wears the mask.
- Aura of Ruin: Ever since this all started Hale noticed things have started breaking down faster.
Equipment malfunctions often, food rots faster, clothing wears faster.
Due to this he quite often has to buy new sound equipment and even though he knows a bit about handling firearms, he never does.
- Immunity to ruin and decay, both from the aura and natural sources. The smoking isn't damaging his lungs too badly, and he is barely aging. This only affects himself though, his stuff is still affected.
Themesong
Gost BC - Secular Haze
From the wreckage of the Gillian arose a creature more vile and monsterious. But more importantly, more intelligent.
The Gillian mask was raised by countless limbs supporting it. Pushed up by shoulders as heads escaped their confinement and ghasped for air.
The old mask like a beetle's shell on his back split open, revealing foil thin wings that reflected bright colors in the evening light.
From the neck grew 9 long skeletal spines, a mask giving menacing stares from each. The masks looked like the heads of praying mantis and their compound eyes glimmed red in the evening sun.
"M-my n-name..." the collective heads struggled to pronounce words. It had been so long since he remembers remembering anything.
The Shinigami came from their hiding, swords raised.
"I am Ujauja!" He howled as he his wings took him slightly off the ground.
That's when he noticed the death gods coming for him. They were heavily damaged already, and he had some new things to try out.
This was going to be fun..
The Gillian mask was raised by countless limbs supporting it. Pushed up by shoulders as heads escaped their confinement and ghasped for air.
The old mask like a beetle's shell on his back split open, revealing foil thin wings that reflected bright colors in the evening light.
From the neck grew 9 long skeletal spines, a mask giving menacing stares from each. The masks looked like the heads of praying mantis and their compound eyes glimmed red in the evening sun.
"M-my n-name..." the collective heads struggled to pronounce words. It had been so long since he remembers remembering anything.
The Shinigami came from their hiding, swords raised.
"I am Ujauja!" He howled as he his wings took him slightly off the ground.
That's when he noticed the death gods coming for him. They were heavily damaged already, and he had some new things to try out.
This was going to be fun..
close by I figured
Someone start, or I will..
So you're saying they should ignore the massive warship that's currently tearing the country side a new one?
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