Dark Jack

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

No, it's fine, I just wanted to be sure because it's only ever been described as hiding her scent rather than actually repelling beasts. It was mostly to portray how beasts reacted to her better.

Unrelatedly I've been browsing the cut content from Bloodborne for ideas, and figure I might end up using some of it in the RP. Also been reading up on Lovecraft mythos for inspiration. Good stuff.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

So... how is things? Who is working on posts right now, and how are they coming along?

I've also been wondering about Adelicia's censer, Ashgan: is it supposed to just contain some mundane incense that literally has no purpose but to mask her scent, or is it supposed to be the actual anti-beast incense used specifically to ward off beasts?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Had a bit of a "duh"-moment and realized that characters might also know a thing or two about these guys:

Vicar Harold

Name: Harold
Race: Cleric/Vicar (“Greater Yharnamite”)
Age: Early fifties
Faction: White Healing Church
Appearance: A somewhat feeble-seeming, dignified man, Harold is a strikingly average-sized man in many ways, lending to many believing that the frailty apparent in his behavior originates from a matter of health rather than fitness. With short hair, elegantly trimmed facial hair and normal-thickness eyebrows all in a light-gray color on an otherwise wrinkled, but masculine and sound-seeming face, it is clear to most that the vicar takes good care of himself. He has light-brown, heavy-lidded eyes and thin lips with pronounced smile lines.
Height: 180 cm (5' 11”)
Weight: 75 kg (165 lb)
Clothes: He wears the robe, trousers and boots that were once the uniform of the Choir.
Hunter gear: He is known to possess and be able to wield the Choir bell, with the power to reactivate the regenerative powers of anyone who hears it without the need for them to consume blood, and a roughly fist-sized, glowing larva capable of summoning devastating arcane powers from worlds unknown.
Biography: Not much is known of Harold from before he became the first vicar of the new Healing Church. After the Night of the Blood Moon, when the population of Yharnam and its fiefs was in disarray, Harold simply showed up and started putting the church back together with an implied wisdom and authority that none, for a time, thought to question. Providing funds from sources unknown Harold organized the repairs and citizen relief-efforts that ultimately lead to the recovery of the city.
Due to his innate charisma, intelligence and resourcefulness, Harold was, to most, the obvious choice when the Healing Church arose anew and needed a new vicar.

Dietrich of the Shining Wing

Name: Dietrich of the Shining Wing
Race: Hunter
Age: Early thirties
Faction: White Healing Church (also honorary Executioner)
Appearance: A man considered by many to be the epitome of nobility, masculinity and elegance, Dietrich is a quite handsome man who makes an obvious effort to maintain an appearance bordering on the perfect, seeming always freshly shaven, always with his shoulder-length golden-blonde hair in a clean pony-tail and always with a confident smile on his lips, occasionally revealing perfect, white teeth. He has a highly unusual eye-color that is such a pale blue that it seems almost white with a dark rim along the edge of the irises, making it seem as though his eyes almost shine with a light of their own. He is known to move with an easy grace that makes him as admired at noble courts as he is feared on the field of battle.
Height: 185 cm (6' 1”)
Weight: 93 kg (205 lb)
Clothes: He wears a white variant of what was once known as the uniform of the League, only without the helmet. Aside from having it tailored in white, the cape of the attire has also been altered to being nearly twice as long, reaching to just over the ground, and split in two down the middle until the middle of the back. Each half of the cape bears symmetrical silver-embroideries resembling stylized feathered wings.
Hunter gear: Wields his unique greatsword, the Shining Wing.
Biography: Rumored to be descended from royalty, an adventurous noble, a crusading knight and an actual prince, depending on who you ask, there is no shortage of stories to be told about Dietrich of the Shining Wing; so many, in fact, that no one has any idea what is truth and what is fabrication. All that is known for certain is that Dietrich came from the mountainous regions to the north of Yharnam and arrived about eight months after the Night of the Blood Moon, worn and battered by the harsh terrain that dominates the area and carrying nothing but the clothes on his back and an iron greatsword of the highest quality, already stained with blood.
Upon arriving in Yharnam word immediately started spreading of his exploits; of how he, a mere human, had personally slain numbers of beasts ranging from ten to two hundred, depending on the source. Though his legend was blatantly exaggerated, it soon became clear that Dietrich really was a formidable fighter and that he, after becoming a Hunter, was more than a match for anyone else in the service of the Healing Church. After proving his worth once and for all by personally slaying a fearsome blood-starved beast in the deepest parts of Old Yharnam during a failed effort to fully purge the area, Vicar Harold finally named Dietrich the “First Hunter” of the new Healing Church.
With the power and resources of his new position, Dietrich had a new uniform and weapon commissioned for himself, and began a campaign to exterminate the surge of beasts that emerged from the Night of the Blood Moon, as well as officially declaring the Vilebloods as the enemy of the church.

Vicar Moira

Name: Moira
Race: Former Paleblood Hunter
Age: Late thirties
Faction: Black Healing Church
Appearance: Accused of being too manly for her own good, Moira has the look of someone who could not care less what she looks like, with a muscular body that bears its share of scars and a face dominated by sharp lines and early ravages of time. She has pale skin, brown eyes and wild, untamed brown hair that is unevenly cut for no other reason than to keep it shorter than shoulder-length, as if with shears.
Height: 178 cm (5' 10”)
Weight: 80 kg (176 lb)
Clothes: She wears what was once the uniform of the Hunters of Yahar'gul.
Hunter gear: Has been known to use a wide variety of Hunter weapons, but tends to favor the saw cleaver and blunderbuss.
Biography: A well-known veteran of the wars fought south of Yharnam, Moira arrived in Yharnam approximately one year after the Night of the Blood Moon and would likely have been offered to be made a Hunter even if she had not been a bearer of Paleblood due to her renown as a warrior. Afterwards, when Moira realized that she was now bound to the Hunter's Dream and could not die, she is said to have become the beasts' worst nightmare. During her reign as an immortal, Moira slaughtered more beasts than could even be counted; so many, in fact, that the huntsmen trailing behind her struggled to keep up with burning all the corpses. She hunted with complete disregard for anything but the hunt itself, paying no heed to whether her brutality was observed by civilians or whether the beasts still possessed some humanity; the moment someone showed the first signs of falling to the scourge of beasts, being noticed by Moira was a death sentence, leading Vicar Harold to excommunicate her from the Healing Church for repeated perceived murder of innocents. In spite of this Moira ended up becoming quite renowned and liked among Hunters for being helpful to them in the field, and to never show any hesitation to put herself in harm's way to protect her fellow Hunters.
What exactly Moira experienced during her time as a Paleblood Hunter is unknown, as she has not spoken of it to anyone else, but eventually she claimed to have been released from the dream and that her next death would be final. By then she had gained a reputation as a horrifyingly deadly Hunter, immortal or not, and though some Hunters tried to take advantage of her mortality to execute her for her crimes, none of them lived to tell the tale. It is said that even Dietrich of the Shining Wing balked at the prospect of challenging her, lending even greater merit to her legend.

Soon after her release from the Hunter's Dream Moira started rallying Hunters behind her, wanting to gather like-minded individuals who were willing to do what had to be done to exterminate the menace of the beasts. Preaching understanding for the hardships experienced by Hunters, tolerance of their need to hunt and wanting to secure better living conditions for them, it did not take Moira long to gain a significant following of Hunters, which in turn attracted others, until even clerics and blood ministers deserted the Healing Church to join her course.
Merely two months after having been made a Hunter, the clerics following Moira declared her their new vicar, a title she only grudgingly accepted, and formed a new Healing Church in her name. After a short period of quarreling with Harold's church the two vicars agreed on a truce – possibly because no one in Harold's church dared to fight against Moira and her Hunters – and the current schism of the church was created, officially naming Moira as the vicar and First Hunter of the Black Healing Church.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

The (false) Paleblood Hunters won't wake up simultaneously, no, though given that most of them probably received the treatment to become Hunters at about the same time, their time of awakening will probably be reasonably close to one another. Since you're the first one with a character in that scene to post, you kind of have control of how much time your character has before the next one wakes up (within reason... think minutes, not hours).
I don't think a Hunter waking from metamorphosis would be in pain, no. By the time he was ready to wake up the transformation would be complete, and there shouldn't be any reason for it.
And no, the (false) Paleblood Hunters waking up won't be buried in Messengers; the Messengers only do that to the dead. They don't even crawl on them at all. Rather, he will just wake up to being surrounded by them, with them sitting at the edge of his cot and on the floor, staring at him.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I pondered whether to specify the condition of the church servant in the IC post, but figured that at the time I left off Victor or the others would probably not be able to tell the details. If Raine intends to run over and check it, however, he will find that the servant has been slashed, stabbed and bludgeoned numerous times.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic

A wicked smile played on Victor's lips for a second when Adelicia assured them that she could keep up. He found great amusement in imagining what would happen if he just turned on the spot and sprinted through the streets toward the clinic as fast as he could... how panicked she would be once she realized that her puny little human frame could not possibly keep up with a Hunter. Raine could probably keep up just fine – if anything, Victor suspected that Raine might outpace him – but her? She would be helpless.
This amusement was interestingly in conflict with the simultaneous annoyance Victor felt toward the woman, her obvious reservations toward the two of them and her inexperience, though. He found that he wanted to go to her, seize her by her dainty little shoulders and shake some sense into her, yelling at her to make her look them in the eye. It took a moment for Victor to realize that his irritation in this was not actually rooted in thirst for violence or sadism, this time, but in genuine concern; he really wanted to make sure that she was conscious of people's eyes so she might recognize those driven mad by the scourge of beasts, even if they had not yet shed their human form.
He wondered what meaning these feelings might hold, and what they might suggest about him. Did one make him evil while the other redeemed him? Ah... trying to make sense of his thoughts was too hard. It would do him much better to find someone to hunt.

Annoyed at the fact that he was taking Raine's advice – not intentionally, but because they had to move on regardless of whether it had been suggested or not – Victor turned his attention back to the street in front of them and walked on, fighting back the urge to run so that Adelicia might actually be able to keep up. His eyes resumed their wild shifting, examining every ledge, window and shadow, looking and hoping for prey to reveal itself.
It only took another several minutes of walking before the trio reached a place where the street they had been traveling formed a T, their street ending where another two lead to either side. The direction they had been traveling was entirely blocked by a massive structure: a sheer brick wall standing easily sixty-five feet tall, erected for reasons beyond the need to know of lowly Hunters and with a small iron guard rail at the top. He knew that this was not actually a wall, but rather the edge of the elevated plateau they would need to ascend to in order to reach the clinic, practically inaccessible aside from a few designated paths planned by the Healing Church, one of which was the elevator they were bound for.
Yharnam had a strange thing with elevators that Victor never really understood. There were elevators elsewhere, of course – the basic technology was old by now and had been used since ancient times – but nowhere else were elevators as plentiful as here. He had wondered why, at times, and thought that maybe it was because most beasts were too stupid to figure out how to operate them, thus ensuring that only those sound of mind could traverse them... and then he had shrugged it off and thought about other things.

Victor turned to the right at the intersection and was immediately met by the sight of the elevator shaft – a simple chimney-like structure of stone stretching from the ground to the lip of the plateau above – and immediately noticed three things.
The first was the huge form of the church giant who, despite its designated role as guardian of this place, appeared to be fast asleep next to the elevator.
The second was some scattered blood splatters – a small one in front of the elevator, a larger one smeared across the wall to the right of it and several other, smaller splatters in the area further to the right – forming a trail toward where the church servant lay in a pool of blood, his arms sprawled to the sides and his staff nowhere to be seen.
And finally, the third was that the elevator itself was not currently at the bottom level.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'd prefer to keep them in the OOC tab and just link to them in the OP for management reasons, but if you want to keep them in the actual Characters-tab, I suppose there's no harm.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic

Victor looked at Adelicia with impatience and wonder, his head cocked to the right as thoughts churned in his head while his gaze darted around to examine every part of her appearance and posture, only to return swiftly to the eyes whenever it strayed. He had a feeling that once, back when he was still human, he might have found the girl attractive, and he wondered why he felt no such attraction now that he was a Hunter. Was it simply that he truly identified as a different species altogether now, or was there a darker reason behind it? It could be that sexuality simply was no longer part of his nature, because rather than the arousal he might once have felt at her untainted, youthful appearance had been replaced by the thirst for blood and violence. He wanted to put his mouth on her throat not to kiss it, but to rip it out with his teeth and drink deeply of the crimson miracle within her.
It was probably for the best that he did not mention thoughts like this to others, even other Hunters. He knew that some Hunters still had romantic relationships, some even with humans, and he was not certain that they would take his way of thinking well.

Thinking on the Blood Saint's words, Victor shot a gaze to the west, over the rooftops and spires of central Yharnam, and looked at the darkening red hue sky. “To the Cathedral Ward? No.” He shook his head firmly. “Not only would night fall before we got there, but the bells have already tolled. You've heard the howling and screaming. Beasts are already in the streets. Traveling that far would be too dangerous. It would serve us better to find a place with plenty of incense near here and barricade it for the night. Provostus and I can focus on hunting once you are safe.”

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Hmm... My first thought when I looked at him was actually the beast claw, but thinking about it logically I figure that it - looking at its description - is probably a unique weapon rather than a mass-produced one. It also probably wouldn't exactly help his image as a man trying to come back to civilization after spending time with the Harrow. Maybe something like the saw cleaver/spear, or the Hunter's axe? Or the beasthunter saif or beast cutter?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic

His eyes kept darting around, carefully taking in every detail of every nook and cranny in the city streets, trying in vain to stop the corners of his mouth to stop twitching as he walked down the cobbled path leading to their destination. The bells had rung. A Night of the Hunt! Tonight of all nights! Victor was close to start literally frothing with sheer suppressed urges, clutching the hilt of his silver sword tightly as he felt every hair on his body stand on end.
When the church had offered to save him by making him a Hunter, Victor had not understood just what being a Hunter meant. Sure, he knew that Yharnamites found the consumption of blood to be euphoric and that he, considering his past, would likely end up addicted to it, but the rest? Like the other bloodthirst? This restlessness that filled the body and made the mind turn on itself, making him shake as hard as withdrawal ever had? He had known that he would be required to hunt, but he had not foreseen that he would need to hunt. He had not realized how the desire to maim and slaughter would build inside of him until it permeated his entire being, nor how glorious it felt when he gave in to the murderous intent inside him. The joy of hearing the cries of pain, of feeling warm blood spilled on his hands and face, the ecstasy of stealing another living being's final breath... it was incredible.
Victor had spoken to other Hunters about this, of course, but did not find the agreement or assurances he was looking for. They all initially seemed to confess that they felt the urge to hunt, but they did not seem as consumed by it as he did. The way they looked at him when he described the intensity of his desire said it all: they were disgusted with him. Not even his fellow half-monsters were willing to accept the one he had become. Not even Hunters could understand how strong his pleasure in hunting was... how addicted he had become. How it pained him when he was not allowed to kill.

And now, when a Night of the Hunt finally came about, Victor was stuck on a task like this. Granted, they had already been assigned the task and were underway when the bells tolled, but it was nevertheless nothing short of a travesty. He could get behind going to receive the new batch of freshly turned Hunters – they were to be his brethren, after all – but the context of the task could not possibly have planned to be any more painful or insulting to him. They sent him to escort a Blood Saint – a Blood Saint! – who was said to have some of the most delicious, intoxicating blood in all of the Healing Church, to keep her safe as she bestowed her “blessings” on the new Hunters. He cursed Dietrich for knowingly testing Victor like this; Dietrich knew that Victor had trouble resisting the temptation of blood and was prone to binges, so he decided to tempt him with the best blood imaginable. She was sacred to the church and as such untouchable, yet so very alluring...
But escorting this Adelicia, as she was called, was not the only potential disgrace he was faced with. Oh no, Dietrich had an even greater insult in store for Victor; that he would be joined by Raine Provostus. Just thinking about this man made Victor want to not only spit in disgust, but dash straight at the sorry excuse of a man and separate the head from his shoulders. A Hunter who had served the Healing Church, then turned his back on them to join the Harrow, of all people, before finally finding his place with Moira's black church. The Harrow and the Black Healing Church were bad enough by themselves, but one who had been both and was also a traitor? Victor considered most Hunters to be his brethren deserving of his support, but this “man”, if you could even call him that? Vermin.

Victor had taken the head of the group on their way to the Hunter's clinic, leading their sorry little trio through the streets, though it had been a while since there was last any need for a leader to guide them. The street had been straight and completely blocked to the sides by tightly packed smaller Yharnam residences, many of which were newly erected after the destruction wrought on the fabled Night of the Blood Moon five years ago. Just several years ago Victor would have taken topology like this as a cue to relax and lower his guard, but facing beasts – real beasts – had opened his eyes so that they could never again truly be closed.
There were beasts outside of Yharnam, of course; few native Yharnamites even seemed to realize this, but the scourge of beasts was found all across the lands, not just in their little city. Prior to the fateful encounter with his first Yharnam-beast, Victor had always assumed that the rumors of Yharnam and its plague of beasts was an exaggeration, since other nations across the land seemed to have little trouble dealing with the beasts that showed up there without superhuman Hunters. He had presumed that Yharnam-beasts were no different from others of their kind and that these monsters were simply more numerous here than elsewhere, but he had been mistaken. The beasts found elsewhere, he had since learned, were actually remnants of old seats of blood healing that had ultimately been consumed by the scourge. Consequently these beasts were typically very old, often sustained well past their natural lifespan by the beast-blood, and far from as dangerous as the vigorous, freshly corrupted ones found here.
Among humans and frail, ancient beasts, streets like this would be safe. But here? Scourge beasts were no trifling matter, Victor knew this now. He had seen them leap from rooftop to rooftop, scale sheer walls and crashing through windows and fragile doors as if it was nothing. A mere building would not stop a scourge beast from reaching them.
And that was not even considering the things out there that were even worse. Victor had yet to encounter a cleric beast, and he prayed that he would never have the misfortune. The Harrow prowled the dark for a way to vent their violent desires, the Followers plotted and schemed, the Fire Dancers could strike at any moment... and the Vilebloods? Who even knew what to expect of those things? The only thing you could count on with the Vilebloods was their hostility towards the church.
Not to mention the Moonborn...

He looked over his shoulder, past the broad frame of the scabbard-blade of his Holy Blade sitting on his back. He had initially been displeased with being forced to accept the scabbard along with the silver sword in his hand, since he found the transformed version of his chosen weapon clumsy and inelegant, but had since come to appreciate the comforting weight of the scabbard on his back. It was like a large shield, like his very own turtle-shell, protecting his back from attacks like the one that had nearly paralyzed him before becoming a Hunter. He exclusively used the small sword for fighting, but the scabbard-blade had its uses.
“It's not far now,” he grumpily told Adelicia and Raine behind him, his gaze darting shiftily to obsessively examine their eyes. The eyes was where the scourge of beasts could be seen first; the pupils broke and irises shattered. As a result, Victor was extremely attentive to the appearance of people's eyes. He liked Adelicia's eyes. “We will have to ride an elevator to get to where the clinic is, and the elevator will be guarded by a couple of... distasteful characters. A servant and a giant. Do not be alarmed when you see them, they serve the Healing Church.”