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Theodore Valentin



In cooperation with @ERode

//A3 - The Abyss, 1st Layer



The first layer gives the impression of an open field atop a mountain. The air is sharp and humid here, a breeze passing by that's more a refreshing than it is cold. Piles of whitestone rubble are here and there, and there's definitely some ups and downs present, as well as patches of white fog, but there are patches of wildflowers too, of a species that Theodore wouldn't recognize. No monsters are present thus far. He'd note that the wall that he was on top of before this would continue into the Abyss itself, serving as a perpetual boundary.

Around him, his fellow crew members immediately start eating the food they were given.

Theodore gave the surroundings a cursory glance around. No danger yet. Then, as the saying went, he did as the locals did - he ate. The only blooded creatures here so far were the workers and he doubted any would be keen to be fed upon, now or later. His human follower copied him, while the vampire lady pouted. With an eye roll, Theo beckoned her. Frowning, she complied. With an ease that revealed the two's familiarity - if not exactly comfort - with the idea, they exchanged nutrition sources.

In other words, he received her lunch, and Maris bit into his neck to drink some blood. It was easy enough to mistake for an intimate embrace, though neither was that particular about the actual exchange getting noticed. Ezra watched with a predator's gleam in his eyes, licking his lips, but Theo ignored him.

As if there were nothing unusual going on, he turned to a group of workers. "You've done this before, yea? What's to watch out for - do monsters just...appear?"

"Nah. Heard stories 'bout them popping outta thin air in the lower layers, but on the first, you can expect em to pop out from holes or the sky."

The one who answered him upended the sack, shaking it out in hopes of anything he had missed. It was empty though, so he went to tie it around his belt.

"Lotsa fog 'round these parts. We try 'n avoid em, but most times we can't, and that's where the bigger ones like to lurk." The worker turned his attention to Maris. "That your woman? Kinda stupid, bringin' her down here."

"Huh," Theo remarked. He'd not heard that about monsters. Seeing the man seeking more food, the dhampir tilted his head. He still had a bit of his left, given he'd had two portions. He offered the remaining piece of bread and cheese to the man. He figured he might as well reward his cooperation.

"I see," he nodded. The fog, huh. He wondered if Maris could sense hidden danger, but a glance her way revealed nothing except her satisfaction after a good meal. "Can any of them be fought, or do we run?" he wondered. The man, unsurprisingly, made an assumption about their relationship, pointing it out with an insensitive question. "Ah, she's--"

The vampire literally hissed as she turned towards the worker, fangs exposed. "You dare? You, a mere human, would question my prowess?" Theodore sighed, and put a palm on her shoulder. "She's her own lady, and a feisty one, you see," he answered, lips quirked in amusement. "On a good day, she can even beat me." Evidently, the backhanded compliment didn't soothe her ruffled feathers any. "If I had my sword, I'd slice you to ribbons in a second," she glowered. With an offended sniff, and a graceful turn, she walked away - not anywhere far, of course, just the few steps it took to make her point.

"Feisty," Theodore reiterated. He was smiling; inviting, friendly, charming. "What brought you here?" he asked after a beat. Even though more focused on talking, he still scanned the surroundings intermittently.

The man waved it off.

"You'd need it more. And as for fighting monsters...well, dunno where your lady-friend's sword went, but that's what the boss's for. We run and he handles it. Unless it’s too much. Then we're all running."

He looked up. The elevator was descending once more, the trio that oversaw the group about to arrive.

"Just a money thing for me. Risk and reward, yea? Crazier that tidy folks like yourself'd do this though, when you could be an actual adventurer. 'less yer trynna get a dungeon divorce."

Theo shrugged off the refused offer, and stored the food. His eyes tracked the arrival of 'the boss'. He chuckled at the last question. "No, I like her around just fine. I would be an adventurer, but, well...We've just arrived, and are left with nothing – a common enough story, I’m sure. But all in its own time, no? Speaking of, it looked like it was time to venture forth.

Once the trio of well-armored adventurer-supervisors descended, one of them handed out pickaxes to the labourers present. The labourers then headed off, fanning off over the layer. They were to give a shout when they came across a particular cave or tunnel opening in the ground. The practice struck Theodore as odd, so he asked about it.

He learned that the Abyss was a living environment; the caves opened up from time to time across the first layer. One could mine common ores from it, but that was also how the monsters of this layer armed themselves, so there was often a risk of encountering monsters when descending inside. Of course, the supervisors wouldn’t care unless there was a monster inside, so the labourers were expected to get in and get as much work done as possible. Once they found one such cave system, all the labourers descended into it, mining for stones and other materials around the cave, while the adventurers mostly stayed outside.

Theodore was informed that they would have to show the contents of their bags when they left. He could see this lead to disputes between labourers if one of them came across a rarer sort of material. But that was a worry for later. More immediately, the first tunnel system had a ceiling so low that Theo and Ezra had to be in a perpetually-crouching position within. It was extremely uncomfortable, but at least, there was no sign of any monsters.

A tunnel collapse, however, was always a possibility.

A possibility he and his followers ignored as they diligently mined as much as they could.

As Theodore continued to just straight up exist in the Abyss, he got the sense that something invisible was clinging onto himself and his followers. It was a sort of aura or energy, and it was ever so slowly gathering around them. Drop by drop, the energy condensed, yet it barely made a difference. He estimated they would have to make several trips into the Abyss for the energy level to become significantly larger. Out of curiosity, Theo flexed the aura, and he thought it sort of moved as he wanted it to…but that didn’t seem to do anything. Nor did he sense anything similar anywhere else in the area. So, he simply let it be for now.

Since his followers did not appear to notice what he had, Theodore moved to give them a heads-up. However, this was when he heard an alarmed call, accompanied by the sounds of fighting.

Two monstrous wolves with goblin spearmen riding on their backs descended into the tunnel. More were obviously outside, being handled by the adventurer-supervisors. The intruding monsters lashed out at the labourers nearby; the cramped space and low ceiling made it hard for the labourers to get out of the way, while the spears themselves were certainly proper iron spears that had no issues piercing flesh.

After the immediate clearing out of their surroundings, the monsters beelined straight for Theodore.

“Fuck.” The tunnels were too low and convoluted to run well; there wasn’t much beyond the drops bags of ore to hide behind either. Rushing to the nearest bag, Theo picked out a chunk of the mined material, and hurled it at the wolf’s snout. It snarled, but wasn’t cowed. No regular animal, that’s for sure. “Everyone! I’ll keep them busy – just attack when you can! We can get these bastards down, adventurers or no!” His confidence, and the willingness of his two followers to help was enough to embolden the workers too.

Theodore kept going from bag to bag, throwing rocks and ore at the monsters. When a goblin rider got to close, he blocked or parried it as best as he could with a pickaxe. Obviously, against a spear, the tool wasn’t up to task. He’d thought about breaking or stealing one of the spears, but that was no go.

So, he focused on dismounting the creatures from their mounts. Throughout his attempts, his followers and the other workers pitched in when they could, dealing glancing blows, and preventing the two riders from moving him down. Eventually, with clever tactics and luck, he dislodged one goblin.



Only for that goblin to jump right on him!

The little bastard was clawing at his chest, trying to scratch his face, and had even picked up a rock to smash his face in.

As Theodore raged and snarled and defended one of his best features, Ezra was the one to notice his predicament. With a smug smirk in place, he came over, and held down the goblin. That was enough for Theo to bite into the creature and drain it dry.

The blood was thin, bitter, and acidy – but he could drink it. He felt he could do this safely only because of his Divine ability rather than any natural dhampiric trait, however.

A quick glance around let him know the fight was over. The goblin-less wolf had been put down by a group of labourers, and the other rider had likely been weakened by his followers before being killed by some desperate workers. Three workers he didn’t know laid on the floor, slain. Two had major wounds, and five others had sustained minor injuries similar to Theo’s.

With a sigh, he turned to Ezra. The human didn’t even bother trying to suppress his glee. “So, how bad is it?” Theodore asked, cautiously raising a hand to his face.

“Mmmm…rudimentary marks made by lowly beasts, but…Delicious,” Ezra commented with a purr. Between one blink and the next, the man was already touching his face, tracing the wounds with a disquieting eagerness. Theodore merely rolled his eyes, however, and lazily slapped the offending hand away.

“Right, never mind. Forgot you were a blood-freak,” he snorted. And that’s a dhampir saying that, yes.
The worker who he’d spoken to before approached. “Aye, good work, there.” Secretively, he handed over a goblin’s pouch to Theodore. With equal furtiveness, the dhampir stashed it away. “Thanks. Good job on living. What’s the name?” The man introduced himself as Greg, and Theodore nodded. He asked about a water source, but apparently there was nothing substantial.

Just in case, he decided to check outside. There, the combat had settled down as well. The adventurer-supervisors were definitely surprised about the amount of monsters that seemed to just zoom in on them – there had been seven pairs total – but money was money. Those with major injuries were being helped up by their fellow workers; they were to be escorted back to the walls, awaiting an elevator up. The corpses, of course, were looted by the survivors.

As all this was going on, Theodore knelt down by a patch of damp grass, and gathered dew between his fingers. With meticulous care, he patted down his face, ensuring that the scratches would at least clean – as clean as he could make do with dew from Abyss. It wasn’t optimal, but it was what it was.

Soon, the supervisors drove them back to work. The intensity of the attack had been a surprise, but also not too out of the ordinary. Theodore noticed the adventurers and the boss had no injuries whatsoever.

Before Theodore returned to work, he observed the adventurers. They went and looted all the monsters’ corpses, even the ones they hadn’t killed themselves. They took any pouches the goblins had hanging from them, and sliced open and removed the liver. They broke off the canines of the wolves for storage, and removed the hearts. They also took the spearheads, but not the spear shafts of the goblin spears. The dhampir memorized the process; these were the valuables from these types of monsters, then.

Once back in the cave, he nodded at the survivors. “Back to it, then, aye? Let’s celebrate surviving by mining the heck outta these damn rocks,” he grinned. Maybe it was weird for him to be so perky, but he’d learned much in this one trip.

“Oh, by the way – if anyone’s ever looking to save on food costs by being able to drink blood, you’ll want to keep me in mind.” He threw that out there, just in case. Couldn’t hurt to have a little advertisement for potential would-be followers.
Theodore Valentin



//A3 - On Route to the Abyss



Even as some of the adventurers sneered at the workers, Theodore merely smiled faintly as he observed and assessed the would-be pioneers. The most promising ones were the best prepared ones, but to get someone of their ilk under his wing? He’d need something convincing. In a pinch, he could make do with the doe-eyed ones as followers. Unlike his current employer, however, he didn’t want to obtain someone merely to waste them as ‘dead meat’.

First, he’d prefer some experience, even if it was in the form of a mining trip. He noted the jokingly macabre exchanges about goblins and lycans, determined that neither him nor any of his would be killed. However, it did occur to him that these other workers who’d signed up for this might be quite proficient in surviving. After all, minor injury was leagues better than death, dismemberment, being eaten alive, or who knew what else.

Theo’s gaze only briefly lingered on the slaves. It brought back memories, that. The sight was visceral to him in a way that the poverty-stricken homeless of the Underpass – whose suffering he was unfamiliar with – had not been.

Pleading eyes. Pleading for death. For an end to the suffering. Or worse: insensate, lifeless eyes staring unseeingly at nothing – perhaps, already glimpsing the imagined afterworld. Desiccated bodies drained of their blood, of their life essence. A relief of bones etched into paper-thin skin. Living skeletons; mere shells of bodies lingering on the earth, waiting. Waiting to be free, for eternal rest to claim them, and grant them reprieve.

He had given them that. That final, absolute freedom.

Arnfinn had been the only one different. The first one to show him that there could be another way.


But at this very moment, there was nothing indeed to do about those wretches, no way to free them. No saving graces, whether an easy death or a ‘heroic’ saving was in store for the slaves.

Theodore passed them by, not entirely unaffected. A new insight was gained; in Oratorio, those who were too weak could and would be enslaved. A fate worse than death, if you asked him. To be avoided at any and all cost.

Would the Abyss prove that people were the worst monsters? Or would literal beasts, savage and relentless, put things into perspective?
Theodore Valentin
//O3 - Heading into the Adventurer's District

“Sure thing, boss, Theodore rolled his eyes. He didn’t care if the man saw it or what he thought; he didn’t think politeness would be paid extra. He went to grab a sack; Maris and Ezra took one each as well. The lack of tools was concerning, but Theodore figured if they needed to ditch and escape, they could do so even from the Abyss.

Sana, Jaxon, and Arnfinn followed along part of the way. While Theo spoke to them, Maris was trying to coax the geared men into chatting with her. Meanwhile, Ezra was sidling up to the workers with that slick, charming smile of his.

“Whatever adventurer’s district we pass through, let’s make it our area of operations for now. You three find whatever jobs would most suit you. Sana, try to stay with Arnfinn if you can.” The woman nodded. “Doc…If you find a clinic, I doubt it’ll be up to your standards, but just deal with it.” There was an unhappy acknowledgement.

The group soon trekked through the Underpass. Theodore did not even once glance at the suffering mass of humanity gathered there. They made it through largely unbothered, as theirs was a fairly sizable group. The Adventurer’s District had a distinctly hopeful atmosphere. This was where all those deluded fools came to chase their dreams.

Well, he was one of them, now.

Theodore’s gaze flicked here and there. Streets were lined with stalls, colorful banner hung all around, and there were establishments a plenty. At first glance, what stood out was a tallish tower. The dhampir decided that would be their meeting area, and related it to others. “Just before sunset, today. If we aren’t all there, those who are will try to find whichever cheap place to stay. Then try again next day; dawn, noon, sunset. Got it?”

With that decided on, three of his followers went off on their own. Theodore could see them staying with each other, before the three were swallowed by the crowd. This left just him and two others, along with all the rest of the people they’d joined up with, of course.

While Maris and Ezra were making nice with whoever was open for conversation, Theodore took his time to get a bearing on their surroundings. He wanted to see if theirs was the only group of their kind, or if going mining to the Abyss was common practice. Were there any who gave them pitying looks, or any who were obviously trying not to look their way? Or were they all too busy with their own lives?

What kind of opportunities were there in the Adventurer’s District? Who was hiring, who was selling what? Unfortunately, there wasn’t any leeway for interaction, but there was much one could learn about a place and its people just by looking.
Theodore Valentin
//O3 - Entrance area

Theodore looked around in interest as they explored the outer layer of Oratorio. Surprisingly, there were a few job openings here and there. Craftsmen, serving personnel, cleaners. Manual labor. It could be a start. However, he would prefer if any jobs they found were better suited for his folk’s skills. But he saw hide nor hair of anything resembling a pharmacy, arcane providers, or anything of the like. Even if there were no such things on the outer edge, surely, there would be further within?

With that line of thought, Theo was about to lead them all further in, toward the adventurer’s district. Yet, just then, a call resounded from a small paved clearing – a crossroads, of a sort – drawing his attention to the speaker. A leader type, surrounded by three geared adventurers. He promised ‘the usual’; a mining trip to the Abyss. The cut, in Theodore’s opinion, was shit. Only a fifth of each person’s work. Even so, many people gathered. His keen eyes tracked the workers, seeking out any that would be recognized by the leader. He saw Ezra and Maris doing the same; if they were going, the workers who were familiar with the jig were the ones to look out for.

Theodore was certain that the protection offered by the adventurers wasn’t necessarily intended for the workers. Or, if it was, the unarmored, unskilled folk going in still had a high chance of being injured. Theo motioned to the doctor covertly, disregarding the man’s pallidness. “Who’s the most badly injured? The slowest?” he questioned near-silently.

Yeah, he was thinking who to throw under fang and claw if it came to it. Furtively, the doc nodded at a few he thought were in the worst states. Theodore patted him on the shoulder.

Then, he approached the speaker. “Say, mind if there’s a group of us?” Granted, he and his company made for half as many as there were of the other hirelings. However, Theo didn’t intend for all of them to go – provided that the three he was thinking of could find something else. “And do you know of any clinics looking for staff? Mage shops? I’ve three I’d rather leave upside. A doctor, a witch, and her assistant.” Theodore motioned to Jaxon, Sana, and Arnfinn. Calling the child a witch’s assistant may be pushing it, but if possible, Theo would prefer if the cambion and at least one adult remained out of the Abyss – for now.

He knew it was dangerous. A bad idea. A terrible idea. But an irresistible part whispered to him to go. To see how it was for himself, to get a feel…Maybe even to get a hint of what he was being called here for, exactly.
Theodore Valentin
//O3 - Entrance area

After long, arduous months, they finally made it.

The Promised City: Oratorio. Where men gambled with fortune and life alike for promises of riches and glory.

The Frontier before the Abyss. Theodore felt that persistent call, urging him further still, inviting him to delve deeper. A Song of Divinity he was long used to.

He had to ignore it, at least for the moment. There were many practical concerns to be addressed first. He and his companions were weary from the travel. Left with nothing but the clothes on their back. They would need lodgings, equipment, supplies–

“Bath.” That was Maris pitching in. She was holding a wrinkled, cloth tissue to her mouth, nose crinkling in obvious disgust. Theo’s lips quirked in amusement. “The river wasn’t good enough for you?” he teased. He, too, was unused to the poverty, the wilderness, the utterly squalid circumstances surrounding them at the moment. But with his higher calling buoying him, Theo was doing far better than the vampire princess.

There was an abrupt hacking, heaving noise. The doctor of the group, Jaxon, was leaning over by the walkway, on the verge of throwing up. “I – I n-need…” Unseeingly, his free hand grasped around for something. Theo sighed lightly. This man. If he weren’t useful, Theodore didn’t think he would tolerate him.

Sana felt a sort of kinship with him, however, and searched her inner pockets for something. She dragged out a badly worn, small pouch of herbs, and handed it over to the physician. Though it was surely stale by now, and nearly odorless, Jaxon breathed it in like it was his lifeline.

Ezra curled his lip, a belittling glare settling on the weakling. Theo intercepted the gaze, shrugging in a ‘what can you do’ manner, a glimmer of knowing amusement in his eyes. Ezra allowed himself to be distracted. “We need cash,” he stated the obvious.

Theo chuckled. “Shouldn’t you of all people know how to get by ‘round these parts, pretty boy?” Heated anger crept into the murderer’s cheeks, colouring them a faint hue of red. Yet there was a hint of something else there, too. Hunger, maybe. Anticipation. “I’m not like this filth,” he spat out. Theodore locked gazes with him, and felt a delicious sort of tension building, the thrill of what might be. But then, the man clicked his tongue, and dropped it.

Theodore hummed, only slightly disappointed. Then, his eyes swept the surroundings, assessing. Predatory. “Well, since we need money–”

“No.” That was Sana, giving him that annoying self-righteous look. “I haven’t said anything yet,” the dhampir pointed out, and got an eyeroll for it. “You don’t need to,” she scoffed. “Listen…let’s not immediately lower ourselves to the likes of common thugs, yeah?” She glanced at Arnfinn worriedly.

The cambion child was hovering near the dhampir, as was his wont. He’d stood there gaping at the City of Legends. He’d been drawn to the pretty, glamorous sight of The Royal Road. Now, however, he was worriedly turning from one adult to the other. He was a sensitive kid. “L-let’s not argue,” he mumbled quietly.

Theo smiled down at the boy fondly. “We weren’t.” Not yet. He reached out, ruffling the child’s hair. The adolescent startled, tensing for a moment, but relaxed almost immediately. Even after a year of accompanying him, Arnfinn still got startled easily, but he had shown remarkable progress in Theodore’s opinion. Now, the boy was shyly smiling up at him, embarrassed yet pleased at the attention.

The dhampir knew Sana thought they were bad company for the kid. Yet, Arnfinn had decided on his own to follow Theo, even when given the option to remain behind with Theodore’s mother. Besides, it’s not as if the cambion didn’t know what kind of a person he was. The kinds of people they all were.

Having come to a decision, Theodore beckoned to his rag-tag group. “Right, then. Let’s see if there’s any ‘honest work’ for our sensitive pals there,” he nodded at the witch and doctor. “Who knows? Maybe this city’s got more fair than you’d think by looking at it.” He laughed, a tad longer than he needed for.

Still, he didn’t mind indulging the two among them who weren’t really cut out for dirty work.

Yet.

As they proceeded onwards, however, he gave a signal to Ezra and Maris. Theodore and the two of them would be looking for marks. For targets.

Maybe they’d even be lucky enough for an opportunity to come across them without looking too hard. It was nothing if not a Wheel of Fortune, Oratorio.

@SilverPaw
Right, so first off, you got a couple of options here.

1. Vampires existed as a race before the Thousand-Faced God died. They were a long-lived species that drank blood, sorta existing in the same vibe-check as elves did. They, of course, did not turn others into vampires, because magic (and subsequently curses) were not a thing before the Thousand-Faced died. Theodore's dad did some crazy magic in order to become similar to a vampire, using pre-existing ones as a template. Main deal being that that means that dude was maybe 200 years old, rather than being 'ancient'.

2. Vampires exist as monsters after the Thousand-Faced God died. Same pathway for his dad to follow, though once again, dude ain't all that immortal. Just good at being old.

Anyhow, I'm more or less fine with all that ya got. Probably don't get too accustomed to writing small profiles for all your followers, or it'll be a lotta work in the future. Main thing to note is that Theodore's situation in regards to his capabilities is probably a 'big fish, small pond' sorta deal until he gets to Oratorio, in order to justify his backstory antics. Mostly just to prevent min-maxing shenanigans stemming from one's race. With that in mind, he'll mostly be human, but with an extended lifespan, the ability to digest blood, and a slight increase in physical ability compared to like-sized humans.

Otherwise, iz fine to toss into the tab.


Yeah, either 1 or 2 sound fine, don't mind his dad being 'old' instead of immortal or ancient. And sure, I'm not the type to min-max, the backstory shenanigans relied a lot on 'no one expected him to do that', so yeah, big fish small pond's all good. And tbh I did the profiles for the followers only because he's not really close enough to anyone to have a paladin atm, and I wanna try doing some characterization practice, so we'll see how that goes. But you can bet I won't be doing that for the mass of followers I'm assuming a character can get.

@ERode

Not sure I'll actually have the time for this buut just in case, and out of curiosity...Would something like a vampire/dhampir (or an in-universe equivalent, or just, you know, a wannabe) and Domain of Blood work for ya? (Alternatives: Brilliance/Majesty for a king/queen, Beasts for various critters and the potential for a menagerie of furries).
In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Morning
Location: The Saltrunner
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Interaction(s): Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Amisra @Tae, Ismael @Th3King0fChaos, Sirena @Tpartywithzombi
After the first sighting and report of The Silver Eyes, Arlen was one of the quickest to get a bearing on its position. At first, he remained there, ready to help their ship outmaneuver them as Tanithil had suggested. But then, the dark elf seemed to get a better idea. Arlen grinned, and followed the order to get below deck with a grin. “Hey, Tani, did I hear you say cannons? C’mon, man, you can’t mention cannons and not get me on it.” Smirking, he helped set up one of the guns. He positioned it carefully, meticulously. It wasn’t his pistols, sure, and the large caliber artillery was far more robust, but there were still tricks to get it shooting exactly where and how one wanted.

Arlen took a moment, closing his eyes as he drew upon his photokinesis. He packed as much light magic into the cannon ball as the time frame allowed, then got it into position. “Oooh-kay, loaded and ready. Careful with this one, boys, it’s gonna be a blast.” Of course, Arlen had aimed the cannon right at the tricorn and eyepatch bearing light elf in charge. That smug face would get a good scaring – or scarring, if they were lucky – alright. Now, just to get the timing exactly right…Arlen and the crew waited for the right moment, and when it came, the young light elf fired.

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