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Akronus’ current writing plans.
Butchers bill (chapter 2 has been planned as of now)
A short stories collection featuring all 30 of the eldritch abominations Akronus (the character not, ya know, me) has bound.
Thinking about multi-chaptered stories for most if not all of my characters. If thats even possible.
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*archon enters the area of the Fae wilds that Akronus disappeared from*
@archon-the-unrelenting
*fayes wandering around, kicking random trees*
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brief update to character powers
a handful of my characters have been drawn to my attention as having very finnicky power, so while my characters are still roughly the same power level (or a bit lower), the following ones have been changed.
the masters of the arcane no longer have "full power" forms, but instead can do their high-power stuff at any time with the drawback of them becoming tired from overuse.
Akronus and Akrosion can now summon one of their eldritch abominations/ infernal sin-born at any time, and can embody the aspects of all of them if they put enough energy into it, though that will practically send them into a 24 hr catnap.
Aldria and Erodicate remain the same.
the embodiments of fear remain the same.
@f4y3w00d5 @gobodegoblin @monsterfucker-research-wizard @good-wizard @mango-lord-of-poision @ anyone else who likes my characters powerscaling.
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Anyways, I’m gonna send lilaca an ask
the butchers bill: chapter 1: the cat and the cyborg
Hallowed walked into the motels parking lot and looked around, there where very few people still here after the disappearances. there was a pair of officers leaning against their car, one was taller than the other, with brown hair and pale, sunburnt skin. the other was pudgier with pinker skin and blonde hair, both of them where talking to each other about something. on the other side of the motel the owners, an elderly white couple, where crying to a small group of the guests who had stayed despite the disappearances.
"officers, what's the situation?" Hallowed questioned, interrupting their conversation.
"o-oh, Hallowed! you got here fast, I'm officer Barnaby, this is my partner Teddy," the taller one responded
"good to know, but I need to know what's happening" the hero responded, waiting for an answer.
"well me and Barnaby got here after the second disappearance, we'd barely started investigating before the third happened, at that point we decided an expert was needed" the shorter officer explained
"hm, that's interesting. I don't need anything else from you guys, so I'll go talk to the witnesses" Hallowed replied before walking off to talk to the witnesses.
Hallowed quickly approached the crowd, and now that he was closer, made some notes about the people there. the guests consisted of a young couple, seemingly newly wed. and a small group of college students, he'd need to make notes on the students later.
"good morning people, my names hallowed, I need to talk to you about the recent disappearances"
"oh, you must be that superhero we were told was coming, hallowed, right?" the husband asked, he was a young man with short, gold brown hair and clearly exercised, his wife was a young woman a bit taller than him, and of the same build.
"yes, and I need to ask you all about the disappearances. if I could just talk to you one at a time over there, this should be very easy" Hallowed responded as he gestured towards the park benches that sat in front of the motels lobby.
all of the guests agreed, and so Hallowed started with one of the motels two owners, an elderly man with thin, white hair wearing a navy blue shirt and cargo shorts.
"so, Andrew Montague, may I call you Andrew?" Hallowed begun.
"sure, sure, just can we make this quick? I'm not good with the heat" Andrew responded, wiping sweat from his brow as he sat down on the old wooden seat across from hallowed.
"good, so as I understand, the three missing people were a vandal, a guest at the motel, and your daughter, could you tell me about them?" Hallowed questioned.
"yeah, the guest was a drifter of some sort, always thought he was suspicious" Andrew said.
"what about your daughter?" hallowed questioned, writing something down in his note book.
"my dear Grace, she's always lived here with me and Margaret. she had fallen in love with that damned drifter as soon as he came here, and a day after he disappears, she does too! I swear he had something to do with it," Andrew ranted, raising his voice.
"...now what can you tell me about the vandal who went missing" hallowed spoke, ignoring the mans temper.
"oh, her... we my wife was the one who saw what happened to the girl, so you'll have to ask her," Andrew said, calming down and gesturing to his wife.
"thank you for your help sir, I'll talk to your wife next" hallowed responded, looking to the elderly woman.
Andrew got up and walked over to his wife, a skinny old woman with long greying hair and pale skin, who after speaking to him for a second, walked over and sat opposite of Hallowed.
"Margaret Montague, can we talk about the disappearances" hallowed spoke, looking at the woman.
"please, call me Margaret, and of course we can dear" she replied.
"I'm aware that three people have recently disappeared around this Motel, can you tell me about them?" asked hallowed.
"of course, the first one was a guest of ours, he was some sort of drifter, Mexican I think? he always wore this brown leather jacket everywhere he went, and had long brownish black hair."
"and your daughter?" hallowed asked as he wrote down some more notes, happy Margaret had given a description.
"oh, Grace. she's my baby daughter... and when the drifter came in she was infatuated with him, she was so distraught when he disappeared," Margaret stated, looking at her wedding ring.
“Trust me ma’am, I’ll make sure to find her,” hallowed re-assured Margaret
“Thank you dear, it means the world to me,”Margaret responded.
“But to do that I need to know what you saw when the third victim, the vandal, was kidnapped” Hallowed replied.
“Oh, oh yes. It was last night, I was crying out the window when I saw a group of vandals had snuck out and where about to spray paint the back wall, near the garbage, when they started screaming, and one of them was pulled into the ground by a pair of hands!” Margaret spoke. “But I was tired so instead of calling the cops I just thought it was a hallucination, until I saw their stuff had been left back there when I went to throw something out-”
Hallowed abruptly stood up “ma’am, I need to go see something, I’ll be gone for a bit so tell everybody to go back to their rooms or something, I need to go see the scene for myself” hallowed quickly said, before running off to behind the Motel.
hallowed approached where Margaret had told him the third disappearance, and the graffiti, had happened. a story about shadows dragging someone into the ground is enough to put him on edge, but he'd need to see things himself to confirm anything.
turning the corner to the dumpsters, Hallowed saw the half-finished graffiti art, and the spray cans the vandals had left. he carefully inspected the crime scene, starting with the paint. while the art itself wasn't interesting, what was interesting was the marks on the back. the outline of a handprint, made by a strange black substance. hallowed carefully took out an investigation kit from his coat, and scraped some of it into a petri dish, before returning to the scene.
further inspection revealed nearly nothing interesting, but as it reached mid-day, Hallowed looked up to the sun, sweat dripping down his brow, and took off his brown hat.
"fuck its hot" he said to no one in particular.
turning back to the scene, he noticed something was off. slowly, he took his hat, and threw it into the shadows that clung to the walls like paint. sure enough, his hat got darker when it entered the shadows. he picked it back up, and turned directly behind him, towards the sun.
"that isn't normal"
turning to look at the strange shadows, Hallowed thought for a long time, before reaching for his phone, and calling a number. it picked up.
"hey Akronus? I think I might need your expertise"
@f4y3w00d5 @gobodegoblin @good-wizard @monsterfucker-research-wizard
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Ye!
the butchers bill: chapter 1: the cat and the cyborg
Hallowed walked into the motels parking lot and looked around, there where very few people still here after the disappearances. there was a pair of officers leaning against their car, one was taller than the other, with brown hair and pale, sunburnt skin. the other was pudgier with pinker skin and blonde hair, both of them where talking to each other about something. on the other side of the motel the owners, an elderly white couple, where crying to a small group of the guests who had stayed despite the disappearances.
"officers, what's the situation?" Hallowed questioned, interrupting their conversation.
"o-oh, Hallowed! you got here fast, I'm officer Barnaby, this is my partner Teddy," the taller one responded
"good to know, but I need to know what's happening" the hero responded, waiting for an answer.
"well me and Barnaby got here after the second disappearance, we'd barely started investigating before the third happened, at that point we decided an expert was needed" the shorter officer explained
"hm, that's interesting. I don't need anything else from you guys, so I'll go talk to the witnesses" Hallowed replied before walking off to talk to the witnesses.
Hallowed quickly approached the crowd, and now that he was closer, made some notes about the people there. the guests consisted of a young couple, seemingly newly wed. and a small group of college students, he'd need to make notes on the students later.
"good morning people, my names hallowed, I need to talk to you about the recent disappearances"
"oh, you must be that superhero we were told was coming, hallowed, right?" the husband asked, he was a young man with short, gold brown hair and clearly exercised, his wife was a young woman a bit taller than him, and of the same build.
"yes, and I need to ask you all about the disappearances. if I could just talk to you one at a time over there, this should be very easy" Hallowed responded as he gestured towards the park benches that sat in front of the motels lobby.
all of the guests agreed, and so Hallowed started with one of the motels two owners, an elderly man with thin, white hair wearing a navy blue shirt and cargo shorts.
"so, Andrew Montague, may I call you Andrew?" Hallowed begun.
"sure, sure, just can we make this quick? I'm not good with the heat" Andrew responded, wiping sweat from his brow as he sat down on the old wooden seat across from hallowed.
"good, so as I understand, the three missing people were a vandal, a guest at the motel, and your daughter, could you tell me about them?" Hallowed questioned.
"yeah, the guest was a drifter of some sort, always thought he was suspicious" Andrew said.
"what about your daughter?" hallowed questioned, writing something down in his note book.
"my dear Grace, she's always lived here with me and Margaret. she had fallen in love with that damned drifter as soon as he came here, and a day after he disappears, she does too! I swear he had something to do with it," Andrew ranted, raising his voice.
"...now what can you tell me about the vandal who went missing" hallowed spoke, ignoring the mans temper.
"oh, her... we my wife was the one who saw what happened to the girl, so you'll have to ask her," Andrew said, calming down and gesturing to his wife.
"thank you for your help sir, I'll talk to your wife next" hallowed responded, looking to the elderly woman.
Andrew got up and walked over to his wife, a skinny old woman with long greying hair and pale skin, who after speaking to him for a second, walked over and sat opposite of Hallowed.
"Margaret Montague, can we talk about the disappearances" hallowed spoke, looking at the woman.
"please, call me Margaret, and of course we can dear" she replied.
"I'm aware that three people have recently disappeared around this Motel, can you tell me about them?" asked hallowed.
"of course, the first one was a guest of ours, he was some sort of drifter, Mexican I think? he always wore this brown leather jacket everywhere he went, and had long brownish black hair."
"and your daughter?" hallowed asked as he wrote down some more notes, happy Margaret had given a description.
"oh, Grace. she's my baby daughter... and when the drifter came in she was infatuated with him, she was so distraught when he disappeared," Margaret stated, looking at her wedding ring.
“Trust me ma’am, I’ll make sure to find her,” hallowed re-assured Margaret
“Thank you dear, it means the world to me,”Margaret responded.
“But to do that I need to know what you saw when the third victim, the vandal, was kidnapped” Hallowed replied.
“Oh, oh yes. It was last night, I was crying out the window when I saw a group of vandals had snuck out and where about to spray paint the back wall, near the garbage, when they started screaming, and one of them was pulled into the ground by a pair of hands!” Margaret spoke. “But I was tired so instead of calling the cops I just thought it was a hallucination, until I saw their stuff had been left back there when I went to throw something out-”
Hallowed abruptly stood up “ma’am, I need to go see something, I’ll be gone for a bit so tell everybody to go back to their rooms or something, I need to go see the scene for myself” hallowed quickly said, before running off to behind the Motel.
hallowed approached where Margaret had told him the third disappearance, and the graffiti, had happened. a story about shadows dragging someone into the ground is enough to put him on edge, but he'd need to see things himself to confirm anything.
turning the corner to the dumpsters, Hallowed saw the half-finished graffiti art, and the spray cans the vandals had left. he carefully inspected the crime scene, starting with the paint. while the art itself wasn't interesting, what was interesting was the marks on the back. the outline of a handprint, made by a strange black substance. hallowed carefully took out an investigation kit from his coat, and scraped some of it into a petri dish, before returning to the scene.
further inspection revealed nearly nothing interesting, but as it reached mid-day, Hallowed looked up to the sun, sweat dripping down his brow, and took off his brown hat.
"fuck its hot" he said to no one in particular.
turning back to the scene, he noticed something was off. slowly, he took his hat, and threw it into the shadows that clung to the walls like paint. sure enough, his hat got darker when it entered the shadows. he picked it back up, and turned directly behind him, towards the sun.
"that isn't normal"
turning to look at the strange shadows, Hallowed thought for a long time, before reaching for his phone, and calling a number. it picked up.
"hey Akronus? I think I might need your expertise"
@f4y3w00d5 @gobodegoblin @good-wizard @monsterfucker-research-wizard
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Okieeeeee
Also I might end up making some sort of horror series later.
the butchers bill: chapter 1: the cat and the cyborg
Hallowed walked into the motels parking lot and looked around, there where very few people still here after the disappearances. there was a pair of officers leaning against their car, one was taller than the other, with brown hair and pale, sunburnt skin. the other was pudgier with pinker skin and blonde hair, both of them where talking to each other about something. on the other side of the motel the owners, an elderly white couple, where crying to a small group of the guests who had stayed despite the disappearances.
"officers, what's the situation?" Hallowed questioned, interrupting their conversation.
"o-oh, Hallowed! you got here fast, I'm officer Barnaby, this is my partner Teddy," the taller one responded
"good to know, but I need to know what's happening" the hero responded, waiting for an answer.
"well me and Barnaby got here after the second disappearance, we'd barely started investigating before the third happened, at that point we decided an expert was needed" the shorter officer explained
"hm, that's interesting. I don't need anything else from you guys, so I'll go talk to the witnesses" Hallowed replied before walking off to talk to the witnesses.
Hallowed quickly approached the crowd, and now that he was closer, made some notes about the people there. the guests consisted of a young couple, seemingly newly wed. and a small group of college students, he'd need to make notes on the students later.
"good morning people, my names hallowed, I need to talk to you about the recent disappearances"
"oh, you must be that superhero we were told was coming, hallowed, right?" the husband asked, he was a young man with short, gold brown hair and clearly exercised, his wife was a young woman a bit taller than him, and of the same build.
"yes, and I need to ask you all about the disappearances. if I could just talk to you one at a time over there, this should be very easy" Hallowed responded as he gestured towards the park benches that sat in front of the motels lobby.
all of the guests agreed, and so Hallowed started with one of the motels two owners, an elderly man with thin, white hair wearing a navy blue shirt and cargo shorts.
"so, Andrew Montague, may I call you Andrew?" Hallowed begun.
"sure, sure, just can we make this quick? I'm not good with the heat" Andrew responded, wiping sweat from his brow as he sat down on the old wooden seat across from hallowed.
"good, so as I understand, the three missing people were a vandal, a guest at the motel, and your daughter, could you tell me about them?" Hallowed questioned.
"yeah, the guest was a drifter of some sort, always thought he was suspicious" Andrew said.
"what about your daughter?" hallowed questioned, writing something down in his note book.
"my dear Grace, she's always lived here with me and Margaret. she had fallen in love with that damned drifter as soon as he came here, and a day after he disappears, she does too! I swear he had something to do with it," Andrew ranted, raising his voice.
"...now what can you tell me about the vandal who went missing" hallowed spoke, ignoring the mans temper.
"oh, her... we my wife was the one who saw what happened to the girl, so you'll have to ask her," Andrew said, calming down and gesturing to his wife.
"thank you for your help sir, I'll talk to your wife next" hallowed responded, looking to the elderly woman.
Andrew got up and walked over to his wife, a skinny old woman with long greying hair and pale skin, who after speaking to him for a second, walked over and sat opposite of Hallowed.
"Margaret Montague, can we talk about the disappearances" hallowed spoke, looking at the woman.
"please, call me Margaret, and of course we can dear" she replied.
"I'm aware that three people have recently disappeared around this Motel, can you tell me about them?" asked hallowed.
"of course, the first one was a guest of ours, he was some sort of drifter, Mexican I think? he always wore this brown leather jacket everywhere he went, and had long brownish black hair."
"and your daughter?" hallowed asked as he wrote down some more notes, happy Margaret had given a description.
"oh, Grace. she's my baby daughter... and when the drifter came in she was infatuated with him, she was so distraught when he disappeared," Margaret stated, looking at her wedding ring.
“Trust me ma’am, I’ll make sure to find her,” hallowed re-assured Margaret
“Thank you dear, it means the world to me,”Margaret responded.
“But to do that I need to know what you saw when the third victim, the vandal, was kidnapped” Hallowed replied.
“Oh, oh yes. It was last night, I was crying out the window when I saw a group of vandals had snuck out and where about to spray paint the back wall, near the garbage, when they started screaming, and one of them was pulled into the ground by a pair of hands!” Margaret spoke. “But I was tired so instead of calling the cops I just thought it was a hallucination, until I saw their stuff had been left back there when I went to throw something out-”
Hallowed abruptly stood up “ma’am, I need to go see something, I’ll be gone for a bit so tell everybody to go back to their rooms or something, I need to go see the scene for myself” hallowed quickly said, before running off to behind the Motel.
hallowed approached where Margaret had told him the third disappearance, and the graffiti, had happened. a story about shadows dragging someone into the ground is enough to put him on edge, but he'd need to see things himself to confirm anything.
turning the corner to the dumpsters, Hallowed saw the half-finished graffiti art, and the spray cans the vandals had left. he carefully inspected the crime scene, starting with the paint. while the art itself wasn't interesting, what was interesting was the marks on the back. the outline of a handprint, made by a strange black substance. hallowed carefully took out an investigation kit from his coat, and scraped some of it into a petri dish, before returning to the scene.
further inspection revealed nearly nothing interesting, but as it reached mid-day, Hallowed looked up to the sun, sweat dripping down his brow, and took off his brown hat.
"fuck its hot" he said to no one in particular.
turning back to the scene, he noticed something was off. slowly, he took his hat, and threw it into the shadows that clung to the walls like paint. sure enough, his hat got darker when it entered the shadows. he picked it back up, and turned directly behind him, towards the sun.
"that isn't normal"
turning to look at the strange shadows, Hallowed thought for a long time, before reaching for his phone, and calling a number. it picked up.
"hey Akronus? I think I might need your expertise"
@f4y3w00d5 @gobodegoblin @good-wizard @monsterfucker-research-wizard
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Anyways, you have any criticism?
the butchers bill: chapter 1: the cat and the cyborg
Hallowed walked into the motels parking lot and looked around, there where very few people still here after the disappearances. there was a pair of officers leaning against their car, one was taller than the other, with brown hair and pale, sunburnt skin. the other was pudgier with pinker skin and blonde hair, both of them where talking to each other about something. on the other side of the motel the owners, an elderly white couple, where crying to a small group of the guests who had stayed despite the disappearances.
"officers, what's the situation?" Hallowed questioned, interrupting their conversation.
"o-oh, Hallowed! you got here fast, I'm officer Barnaby, this is my partner Teddy," the taller one responded
"good to know, but I need to know what's happening" the hero responded, waiting for an answer.
"well me and Barnaby got here after the second disappearance, we'd barely started investigating before the third happened, at that point we decided an expert was needed" the shorter officer explained
"hm, that's interesting. I don't need anything else from you guys, so I'll go talk to the witnesses" Hallowed replied before walking off to talk to the witnesses.
Hallowed quickly approached the crowd, and now that he was closer, made some notes about the people there. the guests consisted of a young couple, seemingly newly wed. and a small group of college students, he'd need to make notes on the students later.
"good morning people, my names hallowed, I need to talk to you about the recent disappearances"
"oh, you must be that superhero we were told was coming, hallowed, right?" the husband asked, he was a young man with short, gold brown hair and clearly exercised, his wife was a young woman a bit taller than him, and of the same build.
"yes, and I need to ask you all about the disappearances. if I could just talk to you one at a time over there, this should be very easy" Hallowed responded as he gestured towards the park benches that sat in front of the motels lobby.
all of the guests agreed, and so Hallowed started with one of the motels two owners, an elderly man with thin, white hair wearing a navy blue shirt and cargo shorts.
"so, Andrew Montague, may I call you Andrew?" Hallowed begun.
"sure, sure, just can we make this quick? I'm not good with the heat" Andrew responded, wiping sweat from his brow as he sat down on the old wooden seat across from hallowed.
"good, so as I understand, the three missing people were a vandal, a guest at the motel, and your daughter, could you tell me about them?" Hallowed questioned.
"yeah, the guest was a drifter of some sort, always thought he was suspicious" Andrew said.
"what about your daughter?" hallowed questioned, writing something down in his note book.
"my dear Grace, she's always lived here with me and Margaret. she had fallen in love with that damned drifter as soon as he came here, and a day after he disappears, she does too! I swear he had something to do with it," Andrew ranted, raising his voice.
"...now what can you tell me about the vandal who went missing" hallowed spoke, ignoring the mans temper.
"oh, her... we my wife was the one who saw what happened to the girl, so you'll have to ask her," Andrew said, calming down and gesturing to his wife.
"thank you for your help sir, I'll talk to your wife next" hallowed responded, looking to the elderly woman.
Andrew got up and walked over to his wife, a skinny old woman with long greying hair and pale skin, who after speaking to him for a second, walked over and sat opposite of Hallowed.
"Margaret Montague, can we talk about the disappearances" hallowed spoke, looking at the woman.
"please, call me Margaret, and of course we can dear" she replied.
"I'm aware that three people have recently disappeared around this Motel, can you tell me about them?" asked hallowed.
"of course, the first one was a guest of ours, he was some sort of drifter, Mexican I think? he always wore this brown leather jacket everywhere he went, and had long brownish black hair."
"and your daughter?" hallowed asked as he wrote down some more notes, happy Margaret had given a description.
"oh, Grace. she's my baby daughter... and when the drifter came in she was infatuated with him, she was so distraught when he disappeared," Margaret stated, looking at her wedding ring.
“Trust me ma’am, I’ll make sure to find her,” hallowed re-assured Margaret
“Thank you dear, it means the world to me,”Margaret responded.
“But to do that I need to know what you saw when the third victim, the vandal, was kidnapped” Hallowed replied.
“Oh, oh yes. It was last night, I was crying out the window when I saw a group of vandals had snuck out and where about to spray paint the back wall, near the garbage, when they started screaming, and one of them was pulled into the ground by a pair of hands!” Margaret spoke. “But I was tired so instead of calling the cops I just thought it was a hallucination, until I saw their stuff had been left back there when I went to throw something out-”
Hallowed abruptly stood up “ma’am, I need to go see something, I’ll be gone for a bit so tell everybody to go back to their rooms or something, I need to go see the scene for myself” hallowed quickly said, before running off to behind the Motel.
hallowed approached where Margaret had told him the third disappearance, and the graffiti, had happened. a story about shadows dragging someone into the ground is enough to put him on edge, but he'd need to see things himself to confirm anything.
turning the corner to the dumpsters, Hallowed saw the half-finished graffiti art, and the spray cans the vandals had left. he carefully inspected the crime scene, starting with the paint. while the art itself wasn't interesting, what was interesting was the marks on the back. the outline of a handprint, made by a strange black substance. hallowed carefully took out an investigation kit from his coat, and scraped some of it into a petri dish, before returning to the scene.
further inspection revealed nearly nothing interesting, but as it reached mid-day, Hallowed looked up to the sun, sweat dripping down his brow, and took off his brown hat.
"fuck its hot" he said to no one in particular.
turning back to the scene, he noticed something was off. slowly, he took his hat, and threw it into the shadows that clung to the walls like paint. sure enough, his hat got darker when it entered the shadows. he picked it back up, and turned directly behind him, towards the sun.
"that isn't normal"
turning to look at the strange shadows, Hallowed thought for a long time, before reaching for his phone, and calling a number. it picked up.
"hey Akronus? I think I might need your expertise"
@f4y3w00d5 @gobodegoblin @good-wizard @monsterfucker-research-wizard
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Thank youuuuuu
The second chapter will be out before the halfway point of next month.
the butchers bill: chapter 1: the cat and the cyborg
Hallowed walked into the motels parking lot and looked around, there where very few people still here after the disappearances. there was a pair of officers leaning against their car, one was taller than the other, with brown hair and pale, sunburnt skin. the other was pudgier with pinker skin and blonde hair, both of them where talking to each other about something. on the other side of the motel the owners, an elderly white couple, where crying to a small group of the guests who had stayed despite the disappearances.
"officers, what's the situation?" Hallowed questioned, interrupting their conversation.
"o-oh, Hallowed! you got here fast, I'm officer Barnaby, this is my partner Teddy," the taller one responded
"good to know, but I need to know what's happening" the hero responded, waiting for an answer.
"well me and Barnaby got here after the second disappearance, we'd barely started investigating before the third happened, at that point we decided an expert was needed" the shorter officer explained
"hm, that's interesting. I don't need anything else from you guys, so I'll go talk to the witnesses" Hallowed replied before walking off to talk to the witnesses.
Hallowed quickly approached the crowd, and now that he was closer, made some notes about the people there. the guests consisted of a young couple, seemingly newly wed. and a small group of college students, he'd need to make notes on the students later.
"good morning people, my names hallowed, I need to talk to you about the recent disappearances"
"oh, you must be that superhero we were told was coming, hallowed, right?" the husband asked, he was a young man with short, gold brown hair and clearly exercised, his wife was a young woman a bit taller than him, and of the same build.
"yes, and I need to ask you all about the disappearances. if I could just talk to you one at a time over there, this should be very easy" Hallowed responded as he gestured towards the park benches that sat in front of the motels lobby.
all of the guests agreed, and so Hallowed started with one of the motels two owners, an elderly man with thin, white hair wearing a navy blue shirt and cargo shorts.
"so, Andrew Montague, may I call you Andrew?" Hallowed begun.
"sure, sure, just can we make this quick? I'm not good with the heat" Andrew responded, wiping sweat from his brow as he sat down on the old wooden seat across from hallowed.
"good, so as I understand, the three missing people were a vandal, a guest at the motel, and your daughter, could you tell me about them?" Hallowed questioned.
"yeah, the guest was a drifter of some sort, always thought he was suspicious" Andrew said.
"what about your daughter?" hallowed questioned, writing something down in his note book.
"my dear Grace, she's always lived here with me and Margaret. she had fallen in love with that damned drifter as soon as he came here, and a day after he disappears, she does too! I swear he had something to do with it," Andrew ranted, raising his voice.
"...now what can you tell me about the vandal who went missing" hallowed spoke, ignoring the mans temper.
"oh, her... we my wife was the one who saw what happened to the girl, so you'll have to ask her," Andrew said, calming down and gesturing to his wife.
"thank you for your help sir, I'll talk to your wife next" hallowed responded, looking to the elderly woman.
Andrew got up and walked over to his wife, a skinny old woman with long greying hair and pale skin, who after speaking to him for a second, walked over and sat opposite of Hallowed.
"Margaret Montague, can we talk about the disappearances" hallowed spoke, looking at the woman.
"please, call me Margaret, and of course we can dear" she replied.
"I'm aware that three people have recently disappeared around this Motel, can you tell me about them?" asked hallowed.
"of course, the first one was a guest of ours, he was some sort of drifter, Mexican I think? he always wore this brown leather jacket everywhere he went, and had long brownish black hair."
"and your daughter?" hallowed asked as he wrote down some more notes, happy Margaret had given a description.
"oh, Grace. she's my baby daughter... and when the drifter came in she was infatuated with him, she was so distraught when he disappeared," Margaret stated, looking at her wedding ring.
“Trust me ma’am, I’ll make sure to find her,” hallowed re-assured Margaret
“Thank you dear, it means the world to me,”Margaret responded.
“But to do that I need to know what you saw when the third victim, the vandal, was kidnapped” Hallowed replied.
“Oh, oh yes. It was last night, I was crying out the window when I saw a group of vandals had snuck out and where about to spray paint the back wall, near the garbage, when they started screaming, and one of them was pulled into the ground by a pair of hands!” Margaret spoke. “But I was tired so instead of calling the cops I just thought it was a hallucination, until I saw their stuff had been left back there when I went to throw something out-”
Hallowed abruptly stood up “ma’am, I need to go see something, I’ll be gone for a bit so tell everybody to go back to their rooms or something, I need to go see the scene for myself” hallowed quickly said, before running off to behind the Motel.
hallowed approached where Margaret had told him the third disappearance, and the graffiti, had happened. a story about shadows dragging someone into the ground is enough to put him on edge, but he'd need to see things himself to confirm anything.
turning the corner to the dumpsters, Hallowed saw the half-finished graffiti art, and the spray cans the vandals had left. he carefully inspected the crime scene, starting with the paint. while the art itself wasn't interesting, what was interesting was the marks on the back. the outline of a handprint, made by a strange black substance. hallowed carefully took out an investigation kit from his coat, and scraped some of it into a petri dish, before returning to the scene.
further inspection revealed nearly nothing interesting, but as it reached mid-day, Hallowed looked up to the sun, sweat dripping down his brow, and took off his brown hat.
"fuck its hot" he said to no one in particular.
turning back to the scene, he noticed something was off. slowly, he took his hat, and threw it into the shadows that clung to the walls like paint. sure enough, his hat got darker when it entered the shadows. he picked it back up, and turned directly behind him, towards the sun.
"that isn't normal"
turning to look at the strange shadows, Hallowed thought for a long time, before reaching for his phone, and calling a number. it picked up.
"hey Akronus? I think I might need your expertise"
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I’ll have the next chapter planned out and done before the halfway point of next month.
the butchers bill: chapter 1: the cat and the cyborg
Hallowed walked into the motels parking lot and looked around, there where very few people still here after the disappearances. there was a pair of officers leaning against their car, one was taller than the other, with brown hair and pale, sunburnt skin. the other was pudgier with pinker skin and blonde hair, both of them where talking to each other about something. on the other side of the motel the owners, an elderly white couple, where crying to a small group of the guests who had stayed despite the disappearances.
"officers, what's the situation?" Hallowed questioned, interrupting their conversation.
"o-oh, Hallowed! you got here fast, I'm officer Barnaby, this is my partner Teddy," the taller one responded
"good to know, but I need to know what's happening" the hero responded, waiting for an answer.
"well me and Barnaby got here after the second disappearance, we'd barely started investigating before the third happened, at that point we decided an expert was needed" the shorter officer explained
"hm, that's interesting. I don't need anything else from you guys, so I'll go talk to the witnesses" Hallowed replied before walking off to talk to the witnesses.
Hallowed quickly approached the crowd, and now that he was closer, made some notes about the people there. the guests consisted of a young couple, seemingly newly wed. and a small group of college students, he'd need to make notes on the students later.
"good morning people, my names hallowed, I need to talk to you about the recent disappearances"
"oh, you must be that superhero we were told was coming, hallowed, right?" the husband asked, he was a young man with short, gold brown hair and clearly exercised, his wife was a young woman a bit taller than him, and of the same build.
"yes, and I need to ask you all about the disappearances. if I could just talk to you one at a time over there, this should be very easy" Hallowed responded as he gestured towards the park benches that sat in front of the motels lobby.
all of the guests agreed, and so Hallowed started with one of the motels two owners, an elderly man with thin, white hair wearing a navy blue shirt and cargo shorts.
"so, Andrew Montague, may I call you Andrew?" Hallowed begun.
"sure, sure, just can we make this quick? I'm not good with the heat" Andrew responded, wiping sweat from his brow as he sat down on the old wooden seat across from hallowed.
"good, so as I understand, the three missing people were a vandal, a guest at the motel, and your daughter, could you tell me about them?" Hallowed questioned.
"yeah, the guest was a drifter of some sort, always thought he was suspicious" Andrew said.
"what about your daughter?" hallowed questioned, writing something down in his note book.
"my dear Grace, she's always lived here with me and Margaret. she had fallen in love with that damned drifter as soon as he came here, and a day after he disappears, she does too! I swear he had something to do with it," Andrew ranted, raising his voice.
"...now what can you tell me about the vandal who went missing" hallowed spoke, ignoring the mans temper.
"oh, her... we my wife was the one who saw what happened to the girl, so you'll have to ask her," Andrew said, calming down and gesturing to his wife.
"thank you for your help sir, I'll talk to your wife next" hallowed responded, looking to the elderly woman.
Andrew got up and walked over to his wife, a skinny old woman with long greying hair and pale skin, who after speaking to him for a second, walked over and sat opposite of Hallowed.
"Margaret Montague, can we talk about the disappearances" hallowed spoke, looking at the woman.
"please, call me Margaret, and of course we can dear" she replied.
"I'm aware that three people have recently disappeared around this Motel, can you tell me about them?" asked hallowed.
"of course, the first one was a guest of ours, he was some sort of drifter, Mexican I think? he always wore this brown leather jacket everywhere he went, and had long brownish black hair."
"and your daughter?" hallowed asked as he wrote down some more notes, happy Margaret had given a description.
"oh, Grace. she's my baby daughter... and when the drifter came in she was infatuated with him, she was so distraught when he disappeared," Margaret stated, looking at her wedding ring.
“Trust me ma’am, I’ll make sure to find her,” hallowed re-assured Margaret
“Thank you dear, it means the world to me,”Margaret responded.
“But to do that I need to know what you saw when the third victim, the vandal, was kidnapped” Hallowed replied.
“Oh, oh yes. It was last night, I was crying out the window when I saw a group of vandals had snuck out and where about to spray paint the back wall, near the garbage, when they started screaming, and one of them was pulled into the ground by a pair of hands!” Margaret spoke. “But I was tired so instead of calling the cops I just thought it was a hallucination, until I saw their stuff had been left back there when I went to throw something out-”
Hallowed abruptly stood up “ma’am, I need to go see something, I’ll be gone for a bit so tell everybody to go back to their rooms or something, I need to go see the scene for myself” hallowed quickly said, before running off to behind the Motel.
hallowed approached where Margaret had told him the third disappearance, and the graffiti, had happened. a story about shadows dragging someone into the ground is enough to put him on edge, but he'd need to see things himself to confirm anything.
turning the corner to the dumpsters, Hallowed saw the half-finished graffiti art, and the spray cans the vandals had left. he carefully inspected the crime scene, starting with the paint. while the art itself wasn't interesting, what was interesting was the marks on the back. the outline of a handprint, made by a strange black substance. hallowed carefully took out an investigation kit from his coat, and scraped some of it into a petri dish, before returning to the scene.
further inspection revealed nearly nothing interesting, but as it reached mid-day, Hallowed looked up to the sun, sweat dripping down his brow, and took off his brown hat.
"fuck its hot" he said to no one in particular.
turning back to the scene, he noticed something was off. slowly, he took his hat, and threw it into the shadows that clung to the walls like paint. sure enough, his hat got darker when it entered the shadows. he picked it back up, and turned directly behind him, towards the sun.
"that isn't normal"
turning to look at the strange shadows, Hallowed thought for a long time, before reaching for his phone, and calling a number. it picked up.
"hey Akronus? I think I might need your expertise"
@f4y3w00d5 @gobodegoblin @good-wizard @monsterfucker-research-wizard
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the butchers bill: chapter 1: the cat and the cyborg
Hallowed walked into the motels parking lot and looked around, there where very few people still here after the disappearances. there was a pair of officers leaning against their car, one was taller than the other, with brown hair and pale, sunburnt skin. the other was pudgier with pinker skin and blonde hair, both of them where talking to each other about something. on the other side of the motel the owners, an elderly white couple, where crying to a small group of the guests who had stayed despite the disappearances.
"officers, what's the situation?" Hallowed questioned, interrupting their conversation.
"o-oh, Hallowed! you got here fast, I'm officer Barnaby, this is my partner Teddy," the taller one responded
"good to know, but I need to know what's happening" the hero responded, waiting for an answer.
"well me and Barnaby got here after the second disappearance, we'd barely started investigating before the third happened, at that point we decided an expert was needed" the shorter officer explained
"hm, that's interesting. I don't need anything else from you guys, so I'll go talk to the witnesses" Hallowed replied before walking off to talk to the witnesses.
Hallowed quickly approached the crowd, and now that he was closer, made some notes about the people there. the guests consisted of a young couple, seemingly newly wed. and a small group of college students, he'd need to make notes on the students later.
"good morning people, my names hallowed, I need to talk to you about the recent disappearances"
"oh, you must be that superhero we were told was coming, hallowed, right?" the husband asked, he was a young man with short, gold brown hair and clearly exercised, his wife was a young woman a bit taller than him, and of the same build.
"yes, and I need to ask you all about the disappearances. if I could just talk to you one at a time over there, this should be very easy" Hallowed responded as he gestured towards the park benches that sat in front of the motels lobby.
all of the guests agreed, and so Hallowed started with one of the motels two owners, an elderly man with thin, white hair wearing a navy blue shirt and cargo shorts.
"so, Andrew Montague, may I call you Andrew?" Hallowed begun.
"sure, sure, just can we make this quick? I'm not good with the heat" Andrew responded, wiping sweat from his brow as he sat down on the old wooden seat across from hallowed.
"good, so as I understand, the three missing people were a vandal, a guest at the motel, and your daughter, could you tell me about them?" Hallowed questioned.
"yeah, the guest was a drifter of some sort, always thought he was suspicious" Andrew said.
"what about your daughter?" hallowed questioned, writing something down in his note book.
"my dear Grace, she's always lived here with me and Margaret. she had fallen in love with that damned drifter as soon as he came here, and a day after he disappears, she does too! I swear he had something to do with it," Andrew ranted, raising his voice.
"...now what can you tell me about the vandal who went missing" hallowed spoke, ignoring the mans temper.
"oh, her... we my wife was the one who saw what happened to the girl, so you'll have to ask her," Andrew said, calming down and gesturing to his wife.
"thank you for your help sir, I'll talk to your wife next" hallowed responded, looking to the elderly woman.
Andrew got up and walked over to his wife, a skinny old woman with long greying hair and pale skin, who after speaking to him for a second, walked over and sat opposite of Hallowed.
"Margaret Montague, can we talk about the disappearances" hallowed spoke, looking at the woman.
"please, call me Margaret, and of course we can dear" she replied.
"I'm aware that three people have recently disappeared around this Motel, can you tell me about them?" asked hallowed.
"of course, the first one was a guest of ours, he was some sort of drifter, Mexican I think? he always wore this brown leather jacket everywhere he went, and had long brownish black hair."
"and your daughter?" hallowed asked as he wrote down some more notes, happy Margaret had given a description.
"oh, Grace. she's my baby daughter... and when the drifter came in she was infatuated with him, she was so distraught when he disappeared," Margaret stated, looking at her wedding ring.
“Trust me ma’am, I’ll make sure to find her,” hallowed re-assured Margaret
“Thank you dear, it means the world to me,”Margaret responded.
“But to do that I need to know what you saw when the third victim, the vandal, was kidnapped” Hallowed replied.
“Oh, oh yes. It was last night, I was crying out the window when I saw a group of vandals had snuck out and where about to spray paint the back wall, near the garbage, when they started screaming, and one of them was pulled into the ground by a pair of hands!” Margaret spoke. “But I was tired so instead of calling the cops I just thought it was a hallucination, until I saw their stuff had been left back there when I went to throw something out-”
Hallowed abruptly stood up “ma’am, I need to go see something, I’ll be gone for a bit so tell everybody to go back to their rooms or something, I need to go see the scene for myself” hallowed quickly said, before running off to behind the Motel.
hallowed approached where Margaret had told him the third disappearance, and the graffiti, had happened. a story about shadows dragging someone into the ground is enough to put him on edge, but he'd need to see things himself to confirm anything.
turning the corner to the dumpsters, Hallowed saw the half-finished graffiti art, and the spray cans the vandals had left. he carefully inspected the crime scene, starting with the paint. while the art itself wasn't interesting, what was interesting was the marks on the back. the outline of a handprint, made by a strange black substance. hallowed carefully took out an investigation kit from his coat, and scraped some of it into a petri dish, before returning to the scene.
further inspection revealed nearly nothing interesting, but as it reached mid-day, Hallowed looked up to the sun, sweat dripping down his brow, and took off his brown hat.
"fuck its hot" he said to no one in particular.
turning back to the scene, he noticed something was off. slowly, he took his hat, and threw it into the shadows that clung to the walls like paint. sure enough, his hat got darker when it entered the shadows. he picked it back up, and turned directly behind him, towards the sun.
"that isn't normal"
turning to look at the strange shadows, Hallowed thought for a long time, before reaching for his phone, and calling a number. it picked up.
"hey Akronus? I think I might need your expertise"
@f4y3w00d5 @gobodegoblin @good-wizard @monsterfucker-research-wizard
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Yep!
Part 3 of my character lore celebratory post.
Retribution, the tortured souls.
the 8 souls of queer teens who were brutally murdered by bigoted killers, the 8 teens who had already both known, dated, and fucked each other, coalesced into a being of pure retribution. able to use many different powers, and wielding an incredibly lethal scythe as they hunt down those who share the bigoted beliefs of their killers.
Dream eater and static, twin fears.
a pair of twins whose natural inclination to fear caused them to brutally butcher both their parents and therapis. Dream eater and static were sent to a mental asylum, before breaking out when after maiming a priest and killing two guards the authorities decided to send the two to a prison. so the two broke out of the transport and escaped into the world to further bring fear to the masses.
Cosmia, queen of the galaxy (not the planets, just the stars and the vacuum). master of space magic.
left at the steps of a monastery while a baby, Cosmia was taken in by a space-revering monastery of monks who daughter her their ways. so when she discovered her innate mastery of space magic, she was quickly promoted to learn the monasteries greatest secrets, which lead her to leave the monastery so that she may protect the galaxy from those who may weaponize it against others.
Magmus, burning revolutionary. master of fire magic.
having lost his family to poverty in Britain when he was young, Magmus grew up in a society that would rather worship those whose power was given to them by a stone their ancestors found, then care for the poor. Magmus would discover his fire magic powers when protecting himself at a protest, leading him to become a symbol of violent revolution across the globe.
Valence the electric mercenary. master of electricity magic.
born to a conservative family that was very much against those with powers, upon discovering his electricity powers, Valence would cause an electric fire to kill his entire family during a family get-together before running off to become a mercenary using his powers over electricity, technology, and ability to manifest his own set of armor.
@gobodegoblin @tales-of-the-caves @a-secret-rpblog @a-scientist-reborn @f4y3w00d5 @aelin-the-soft @monsterfucker-research-wizard @the-bound-demon @the-blood-mage @good-wizard @mynaemsophie
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Okieeeeeeeeee, I’ll make sure to tag you in the butchers bill btw.
Part 3 of my character lore celebratory post.
Retribution, the tortured souls.
the 8 souls of queer teens who were brutally murdered by bigoted killers, the 8 teens who had already both known, dated, and fucked each other, coalesced into a being of pure retribution. able to use many different powers, and wielding an incredibly lethal scythe as they hunt down those who share the bigoted beliefs of their killers.
Dream eater and static, twin fears.
a pair of twins whose natural inclination to fear caused them to brutally butcher both their parents and therapis. Dream eater and static were sent to a mental asylum, before breaking out when after maiming a priest and killing two guards the authorities decided to send the two to a prison. so the two broke out of the transport and escaped into the world to further bring fear to the masses.
Cosmia, queen of the galaxy (not the planets, just the stars and the vacuum). master of space magic.
left at the steps of a monastery while a baby, Cosmia was taken in by a space-revering monastery of monks who daughter her their ways. so when she discovered her innate mastery of space magic, she was quickly promoted to learn the monasteries greatest secrets, which lead her to leave the monastery so that she may protect the galaxy from those who may weaponize it against others.
Magmus, burning revolutionary. master of fire magic.
having lost his family to poverty in Britain when he was young, Magmus grew up in a society that would rather worship those whose power was given to them by a stone their ancestors found, then care for the poor. Magmus would discover his fire magic powers when protecting himself at a protest, leading him to become a symbol of violent revolution across the globe.
Valence the electric mercenary. master of electricity magic.
born to a conservative family that was very much against those with powers, upon discovering his electricity powers, Valence would cause an electric fire to kill his entire family during a family get-together before running off to become a mercenary using his powers over electricity, technology, and ability to manifest his own set of armor.
@gobodegoblin @tales-of-the-caves @a-secret-rpblog @a-scientist-reborn @f4y3w00d5 @aelin-the-soft @monsterfucker-research-wizard @the-bound-demon @the-blood-mage @good-wizard @mynaemsophie
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It kinda does…
Part 3 of my character lore celebratory post.
Retribution, the tortured souls.
the 8 souls of queer teens who were brutally murdered by bigoted killers, the 8 teens who had already both known, dated, and fucked each other, coalesced into a being of pure retribution. able to use many different powers, and wielding an incredibly lethal scythe as they hunt down those who share the bigoted beliefs of their killers.
Dream eater and static, twin fears.
a pair of twins whose natural inclination to fear caused them to brutally butcher both their parents and therapis. Dream eater and static were sent to a mental asylum, before breaking out when after maiming a priest and killing two guards the authorities decided to send the two to a prison. so the two broke out of the transport and escaped into the world to further bring fear to the masses.
Cosmia, queen of the galaxy (not the planets, just the stars and the vacuum). master of space magic.
left at the steps of a monastery while a baby, Cosmia was taken in by a space-revering monastery of monks who daughter her their ways. so when she discovered her innate mastery of space magic, she was quickly promoted to learn the monasteries greatest secrets, which lead her to leave the monastery so that she may protect the galaxy from those who may weaponize it against others.
Magmus, burning revolutionary. master of fire magic.
having lost his family to poverty in Britain when he was young, Magmus grew up in a society that would rather worship those whose power was given to them by a stone their ancestors found, then care for the poor. Magmus would discover his fire magic powers when protecting himself at a protest, leading him to become a symbol of violent revolution across the globe.
Valence the electric mercenary. master of electricity magic.
born to a conservative family that was very much against those with powers, upon discovering his electricity powers, Valence would cause an electric fire to kill his entire family during a family get-together before running off to become a mercenary using his powers over electricity, technology, and ability to manifest his own set of armor.
@gobodegoblin @tales-of-the-caves @a-secret-rpblog @a-scientist-reborn @f4y3w00d5 @aelin-the-soft @monsterfucker-research-wizard @the-bound-demon @the-blood-mage @good-wizard @mynaemsophie
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Yep, write now I have to get over the depression that no one will see any of the things I write.
Part 3 of my character lore celebratory post.
Retribution, the tortured souls.
the 8 souls of queer teens who were brutally murdered by bigoted killers, the 8 teens who had already both known, dated, and fucked each other, coalesced into a being of pure retribution. able to use many different powers, and wielding an incredibly lethal scythe as they hunt down those who share the bigoted beliefs of their killers.
Dream eater and static, twin fears.
a pair of twins whose natural inclination to fear caused them to brutally butcher both their parents and therapis. Dream eater and static were sent to a mental asylum, before breaking out when after maiming a priest and killing two guards the authorities decided to send the two to a prison. so the two broke out of the transport and escaped into the world to further bring fear to the masses.
Cosmia, queen of the galaxy (not the planets, just the stars and the vacuum). master of space magic.
left at the steps of a monastery while a baby, Cosmia was taken in by a space-revering monastery of monks who daughter her their ways. so when she discovered her innate mastery of space magic, she was quickly promoted to learn the monasteries greatest secrets, which lead her to leave the monastery so that she may protect the galaxy from those who may weaponize it against others.
Magmus, burning revolutionary. master of fire magic.
having lost his family to poverty in Britain when he was young, Magmus grew up in a society that would rather worship those whose power was given to them by a stone their ancestors found, then care for the poor. Magmus would discover his fire magic powers when protecting himself at a protest, leading him to become a symbol of violent revolution across the globe.
Valence the electric mercenary. master of electricity magic.
born to a conservative family that was very much against those with powers, upon discovering his electricity powers, Valence would cause an electric fire to kill his entire family during a family get-together before running off to become a mercenary using his powers over electricity, technology, and ability to manifest his own set of armor.
@gobodegoblin @tales-of-the-caves @a-secret-rpblog @a-scientist-reborn @f4y3w00d5 @aelin-the-soft @monsterfucker-research-wizard @the-bound-demon @the-blood-mage @good-wizard @mynaemsophie
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Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Part two of the character lore masterpost as a celebration of butcher bill chapter 1 being out tommorow.
Akrosion, hells slaughter. master of unholy magic
born in the same accident that made his twin Akronus, Akrosion is obsessed with chaos and how entertaining it is, randomly killing people and commiting an array of other crimes, in an effort to bring true chaos to the world. and is notably devoid of any real animosity towards their sibling.
Samhain, fear writer.
a natural writer, Samhain discovered his ability to not just write stories that cause legitimate fear, but also conjure them to life very early on. despite having originally not used them before, Samhain learnt to use them when he was an adult to help propel his career as a horror writer, either by truly scaring his readers, or using his powers to show himself the kills he would write down, in the real world.
Erodicate, the walking apocalypse.
betrayed by his own hero team, the decay controlling hero "eroder" was kidnapped and experimented on, until one day he escaped containment in a strange lab, and adopted then name "Erodicate" as he hunted down and killed his old allies before beginning a career as a mass-murdering villain with a goal to get revenge on the group who experimented on him.
The ever-hunt deadeye, master hunter.
one of a shady companies experiments in bio-engineering, the everhunt dead eye broke containment and killed his captors using his strange ability to perceive the unperceivable, and a combat knife. adopting a hunting bow and trick arrows once he was out. He would go on a killing spree looking for stronger targets, until eventually finding and "falling in love" with clockwork, considering the hero a perfect opponent.
Malika the cyber-dragoness.
Born from Akrosion and a succubus's tryst, Malika was sent to the future, much like her fathers counterparts kid, Archon. and would spend the years of 2150-2170 developing a battle suit while being the cyber criminal "Cyber-dragon Malika", and upon being sent to the day after she was originally conceived, began a career as a battle suit wearing villainess.
Godfather, the undead mastermind. master of necromancy.
the son of the lich queen, a powerful necromancer. Godfathers lust for power led him to usurp and kill his mother, make himself immortal through a strange ritual, and started an entire organized crime operation to allow him to further study necromancy and occasionally sate his sadistic desires.
Nanobyte, the nanite mercenary.
an ex-CIA agent who was erased from any government files when captured with experimental tech by foreign agents, Nanobyte was heavily tortured and only survived being nearly drowned when the nanite technology fused with him. and how wages a one-mercenary war against the government in revenge for being abandoned.
Aquarius, the oceanic killer. master of oceanic magic.
born in a cult that lived on an old oil rig, Aquarius' powers were revered as a gift, leading to a much unwanted life of pampering. hating the idea of having everything he could want on a silver plater, Aquarius conjured a tsunami on the oil rig before setting out on his own path as a vicious killer.
@gobodegoblin @tales-of-the-caves @a-secret-rpblog @a-scientist-reborn @f4y3w00d5 @aelin-the-soft @monsterfucker-research-wizard @the-bound-demon @the-blood-mage @good-wizard @mynaemsophie
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Thank youuuuuu
Once I write chapter 2 of butchers bill (chapter 1’s coming out once I’ve had breakfast) and have done the in-depth lore for all the other characters I’ll post for these ones.
Part 3 of my character lore celebratory post.
Retribution, the tortured souls.
the 8 souls of queer teens who were brutally murdered by bigoted killers, the 8 teens who had already both known, dated, and fucked each other, coalesced into a being of pure retribution. able to use many different powers, and wielding an incredibly lethal scythe as they hunt down those who share the bigoted beliefs of their killers.
Dream eater and static, twin fears.
a pair of twins whose natural inclination to fear caused them to brutally butcher both their parents and therapis. Dream eater and static were sent to a mental asylum, before breaking out when after maiming a priest and killing two guards the authorities decided to send the two to a prison. so the two broke out of the transport and escaped into the world to further bring fear to the masses.
Cosmia, queen of the galaxy (not the planets, just the stars and the vacuum). master of space magic.
left at the steps of a monastery while a baby, Cosmia was taken in by a space-revering monastery of monks who daughter her their ways. so when she discovered her innate mastery of space magic, she was quickly promoted to learn the monasteries greatest secrets, which lead her to leave the monastery so that she may protect the galaxy from those who may weaponize it against others.
Magmus, burning revolutionary. master of fire magic.
having lost his family to poverty in Britain when he was young, Magmus grew up in a society that would rather worship those whose power was given to them by a stone their ancestors found, then care for the poor. Magmus would discover his fire magic powers when protecting himself at a protest, leading him to become a symbol of violent revolution across the globe.
Valence the electric mercenary. master of electricity magic.
born to a conservative family that was very much against those with powers, upon discovering his electricity powers, Valence would cause an electric fire to kill his entire family during a family get-together before running off to become a mercenary using his powers over electricity, technology, and ability to manifest his own set of armor.
@gobodegoblin @tales-of-the-caves @a-secret-rpblog @a-scientist-reborn @f4y3w00d5 @aelin-the-soft @monsterfucker-research-wizard @the-bound-demon @the-blood-mage @good-wizard @mynaemsophie
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