Do you know what it means to endure?
Some people know all too well.
It has its ways of changing you.
It has its way of turnin' nice folk real nasty...
Howdy chum!
The Centipede and the Ember
Have you caught him watching, from a bit too far away? For a bit too long?Maybe you've seen him sitting amongst the rest of the filth in Ul'Dah, rotting like trash ought to.Or perhaps you've caught him doing something strange in the city's shadows.One way or another, the mere sight of the vagabond is a poison to the senses. The thick scent of wet dirt and mold is only too good of a compliment for a face that holds so many rotten teeth.The depths run deep behind a smile that holds naught but emptiness, eager to witness what it once never had. He stares at the litany of emotion your heart can bear, and looks upon it with such appetite.Feed him, won't you?
The pages of this book are rotten
-He stinks!
The smell of damp earth and low-tide clings to him, a combination that forces its way up the nose, into the mouth, and down the throat. Almost like trying to breath through dirt. Sea salt has only just barely managed to linger itself in the malaise of the odor. Shoo him away, throw a rock at him, scold him for his miasma!-Is he following you?
A stalker to the core, he might have very well found something about you that is oh-so scintillating! Far too much of a prize to ignore. Congratulations! You just got a best friend you didn't know you had! Cherish these moments with him, and go on about your business. So he can watch.-Aether burns
The reddened texture clinging to his forearms are rubbery, almost soft. Great gashes and scorchings have peeled back the skin and meat to leave a latticework of flesh held together in ribbons and flaps. Such devastation wrought on the body can only be indicative of magicks cast without a medium. The vagrant might know more than his foolhardy demeanor lets on.-What is that feeling?
There is something occult squatting right there, in his gaze. And its staring at you, a wrongness that saturates the very air, rotten like spoiled milk and age old cadavers. It flexes like the hide of a great beast twitching at the irritant of your awareness, throbbing with secrets that beckon so sweetly.Have you been to the black ocean?
Do you know of the Curse of Dutchman's Creek?
Have you met Old Silly?
Buddies
WIP
✦Howdy!✦I prefer paragraph RP, but can mirror just as easily!✦Due to the nature of this character, the possibility of darker themes should be expected upon frequently interacting.✦I will not RP with those who use transphobic terms such as futa or trap to describe their character.✦If you are interested in RPing in the future feel free to send me a tell in game!✦If there is ever a situation where you feel uncomfortable with being "stalked" IC, please let me know immediately. This is usually how I initiate new RP in the open, but I know that's not everyone's cup of tea!
♢ Carrd layout & art done by Kiki ♢
Lain Aurash ✦ Mateus
