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 Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:03 pm
Character name: Crispin Ceineros Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: HereDescribe your character's personality in less than 30 words: Good hearted, naive, geeky, determined, paladin-type. Does your character have a ship/ OTP? Nope! Describe your character if they were a vegetable: A carrot... because of the hair, right... and because they're good for your eyes and he has glasses and... idk... *stares into the distance* What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? I don't know if he has a specific favorite but he loves listening to a wide variety of music, anything from the games/movies he likes plus whatever random songs he picks up from other sources! What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? Video games! Except island. Darn you, island. Crispin mourns his consoles and PC. Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? Definitely not sports... not really arts or science either though. He wasn't really sure what to do before Deus so it's good he got into something structured! What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? People who are also geeky and who read as relatively non-threatening/friendly/nice What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) Genuinely nice person, chivalrous (not in the jerk way), protector, optimistic What are your character's personality flaws? Naive, sometimes too optimistic, slightly gullible What is your character's favourite colour? Blue Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: (Horsemen -> Hunter, Hunter -> Halloween, Halloween -> Horsemen) What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? A GRAVESTONE i'm sorry that was mean. If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others?Who does your character look up to? His Division Leads/Hunters who have been here for a while as he views them as having sacrificed much to protect the defenseless. Er.... yep. What is a great weakness of your character? Sooooooooo naive What are their favourite foods? Tea, ramen that isn't instant, idk he's a college student so his world of cuisine is pretty rough Favourite fashion style? WHAT IS FASHION Favourite minipet? idk if he's met any minis yet but he'd like the ones that are vaguely influenced by fandoms, psh~ If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? the paladin. No question. Describe your character as a mythical creature: prolly a dragon of some kind since he's bonded to one and all~ but a NOBLE one yes~ Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain He'd want to be a noble knight prince or something. idk If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? EVERYWHERE pretty much. well ok he'd really like to go to Skyrim, you didn't say it had to be a real place! If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? He'd probably tell a normal person about Deus just because he's SO EXCITED ABOUT EVERYTHING that he just has to tell someone.
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Sosiqui rolled 3 100-sided dice:
27, 86, 49
Total: 162 (3-300)
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:02 pm
27. Challenge
Crispin gasped as the shadowlings slammed into him in a solid mass, as if they were one giant being instead of a hundred tiny ones. He tried to snap the glaive up, but the shadowlings were clinging to it, weighting it down, nearly tearing it out of his hands, and he didn't have the strength to break free-
"Damnit, again?" the Hunter on duty growled; a flare of light made the shadowlings screel and withdraw, leaving Crispin battered and bruised in their wake. The more senior Hunter assigned to babysit the Shadow Run gave him a baleful look. "I'm getting pretty tired of coming down here, trainee."
"S-sorry, ma'am," Crispin managed, using Shaiming as a prop to get to his feet, the dragon projecting worthless soothing into his mind. "I'm working on it."
She shook her head. "This is a bad place for baby Moons, kid."
"If I can't do this, then I'm no good to Deus," he said, lifting his chin and trying to sound badass. Instead, it mostly just sounded... scared. Like a prophecy of doom. Like words he was afraid were true.
Which he was. Afraid, that is.
The Sun Hunter sighed. "Better than the Sahara, again. Just don't blame me if I have to scrape you off the floor with a spatula in another two or three runs."
"I won't," he said, and retreated, limping, to the entrance portal. The Hunter moved, too, and as soon as the emergency access portal she'd used to enter the Run closed, the darkness seethed forward with a series of high pitched chattering cries.
He took a deep breath.
You don't have to do this.
"I do," he said, firmly, renewing his grip on the glaive's shaft. "I have to make this work." He felt the dragon in his mind, tasting his determination and sampling the fear that lay beneath it. So many layers. It was so much harder than he had thought, even just on the physical level.
But he was going to do it. He was going to be worth it.
Again, Shaiming said, resolute, and Crispin squared his shoulders.
"One... two... three! Chaaaaaaaaaarge!"
The shadowlings screeled.
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Sosiqui rolled 4 100-sided dice:
39, 77, 29, 56
Total: 201 (4-400)
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:19 pm
29. Nightmares
The hands reached down from the ceiling, clutching at him. One of them fumbled at his glasses and he recoiled, snapping his glaive into a protective position as the receding fingers left long smears over the lenses. But the movement just pushed his head back into cradling palms, long digits that stroked and then yanked at his hair. Something soft brushed the back of his knees and he staggered, then went down-
A shudder ran through him, and he awoke, staring at the grey plane of the ceiling over his bed... yes, the ceiling of his bedroom here in the trainee dorms, no hands, no fingers. Nothing.
He turned on the light. After everything, his instinct was still to think that the light had power. Even though he knew it didn't - they'd come in the light just as surely as in the dark. The only thing the light ensured is that you'd be able to see them coming. Small comfort.
It was only a nightmare, Shaiming said, uncertain.
Crispin laughed, shakily. "Only," he said, sagging back into the pillows. There was no only. Not any more.
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Sosiqui rolled 4 100-sided dice:
51, 58, 74, 66
Total: 249 (4-400)
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:31 pm
58. Warrior
Crispin grinned as he swung his daggers, dealing a final blow to the assassin. "Take that! Fus ro dah!" The Shout flung his now ragdolled opponent across the room, and he hunched forward, listening avidly as the game's dialogue continued post-battle, his heart pounding from adrenaline-
-Crispin panted as he fended off the Horseman's attack, adrenaline thrilling through him, his arms burning with effort as he pushed her away, making her stumble. He jumped towards her, bringing the glaive down, and she took it in her shoulder, the blade biting into bone and refusing to release even as she grabbed the shaft in both hands and wrested control away from him, slamming the butt-end of the glaive into his gut-
"Come on... come onnn... yes!" Crispin leapt from the tower, only to land perfectly on the guard below, hidden blade buried in the man's skull. Alert chimes sounded as the other guards' AI triggered, but Crispin was already running-
-running so fast that it was less like running and more like barely controlled falling as the ground fell away into a scree-covered slope, and he could hear them behind him, feel the hot breath far, far too close, and it was his job to stand at the bottom and let everyone run past him and hold the line, and he was never going to be able to make it, never-
-Crispin quickly squeezed the shoulder button as the Paragon interrupt came up, and he sat back with a relieved "phew!" as the scene changed. He watched avidly, comparing the morality scale and the list of actions he'd taken to his desired result, the way he'd set everything up to resolve this plot thread just so-
-there was no morality scale, they said. Kill them all, cage them, do whatever is needed by any means necessary and you just might save the world. And then you'll do it all over again tomorrow, because the world doesn't stay saved.
And yet, despite everything, he knew in his heart that he'd done good work today. There was one fewer monster in the world, maybe. Or maybe not, but he'd helped beat them back and that was worth everything.
But boy, was it more difficult than he'd ever dreamed.
With a sigh, Crispin slumped onto his bed and fell asleep.
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Sosiqui rolled 4 100-sided dice:
22, 42, 42, 93
Total: 199 (4-400)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:09 pm
22. Family
He didn't miss them. Not really. It wasn't as if they were dead, after all - his mom and dad were fine, and his stepfather was fine too, he was sure. They had never seen shadows or monsters or anything of the kind. They were fine.
He had asked, once, what his family thought he was doing. The answer was bitter, like ashes in the mouth. There was a grave somewhere with his name on it and no body, or perhaps there was a body, but it wasn't his and maybe it wasn't even human. Who knew where the Hunters had gotten it. Maybe they grew them in vats, perfect lifeless doubles destined for coffins or crematoria.
But that day was when he truly realized he could never go back. Would never be allowed. It wasn't a game anymore. The first battle hadn't been enough. His first wound hadn't given him any clarity. But the offhand oh, you're dead had shot through him and left a cold numbness behind.
"It's just... it's all real now," he'd explained to Shaiming, only to get a response of sheer confusion, because hadn't it been real all along? Yes... and no.
And the worst part, the quiet part he kept even from Shaiming, peeked at only in the dark:
He hadn't really missed them until he'd known it had to be forever.
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