❝ Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. Tend to the WOUNDED besides myself, the supplies are better on them, than some MERCENARY like myself.
❞
It was…unusual that the GRIMM had attacked such a remote and peaceful town like this; they were drawn by negativity, death, chaos…but this town had seemed so peaceful, happy, and CAREFREE since she came. So why…? The wrist-blade on right hand sheathes itself with a flick of her wrist, boots gently clicking upon the stones at their feet as she wiped the blood from her eyes, shuffling and nearly falling as her damaged left arm hung limp, the crack to her skull that continued to seep scarlet blinding her right eye as the blood continued to trickle into and over it.
Not using her GRIMM CLAW had resulted in her being outmatched against a pack as large as that one…she had taken FAR too much damage, from all the claw cuts, bruises, and how she barely could still stand. But stubborn as always, she put the CITIZENS caught in the crossfire before her own body. After a long moment of resisting, she drops to her knees, and just stays like so, panting as she tries to regain her breath and strength.
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Having nodded off in the middle of the alley normally was a bad thing, but for Velvet, she knew no one would normally come near her, if they had a good sense of living. The Daemon was vicious, and her demeanor alone made others wary of saying the wrong thing…but when asleep? She’s vulnerable. Tossing and turning, groaning, and crying out for that one she lost so long ago…as HE appeared to her, trying to get her to GIVE IN to her inner desires — to FEED like she should.
Another scream is what wakes her, the other shoved away in the chaos of the moment as her left arm SHIFTED into it’s claw form, smashing against the wall just as she tossed the other off of her. Her whole form trembled as sweat beaded her forehead, hand and claw clasping her head in their grip as she whimpered; like a FRIGHTENED CHILD as reality slowly came back to her.
❝ L - Laphicet! ❞
His name…it’s CRIED out as the other is still in a half - asleep state, tears streaming down her cheeks before her surroundings are taken in, and she begins to shudder, returning back to her normal, COLD self. But a single thing is different than from when she first settled down for a nap; the OTHER BEING sleeping next to her. A growl resonates from her throat as she locked eyes upon the other, claw reaching down as if to kill her, but she just reverts it back to her normal arm, shaking the other.
❝ …Get up. I’m not so KIND as to let just some random person CUDDLE with me…
❞
'Are you lonely?'
❝ …For me to be having a CONVERSATION with myself…I truly must be.
❞
Had…she begun to just lose her mind? It’s one of the only possibilities she can comprehend at this point, eyes merely closing now as she leaned against the wall behind her. A knee is drawn to her chest, an arm hooked around it and holding it there calmly as she relaxed. Truthfully, she had to be going crazy…otherwise, how else would she be conversing with the other version of HER so effortlessly?
“You seem lonely." [ Because even now I can't think of a proper starter :'D ]
❝ It’s something a PREFER when I am thinking.
❞
Tone is cold, and apathetic to the other’s very being, only acknowledging her EXISTENCE with a small tilt of her head, speaking over her shoulder back to this newcomer. The gentle rays of the moon shining around her and the breeze blowing through her hair is all very calming…tranquil…the perfect time to be lost to her thoughts.
Until she is interrupted, of course.
❝ …What do you want?
❞
“I came here to help you, but if you’d rather I hadn’t, I will leave you alone again.”
❝ What makes you even think I need help from some STRANGER such as you?
❞
A growl holds to tone as she glared over her shoulder back to the other, unsure of who she was. Had they met before? No…it must have been the fact she had been standing away from her group in the tavern, drinking alone at the bar instead of with her crew, that must have been what brought the other to inquire on if they could assist her.
Well, they were wasting their time. A small sip is taken of her drink as she let the ROUGH TASTE of the liquor taint her taste buds for the moment.
“Are you lonely?”
❝ …Should that matter to you?
❞
She had needed to get away from her crew, the memories of THAT NIGHT crashing down upon her once more, reducing her into a panicked state; heavy breathes, and nearly TREMBLING as tears had begun to pour down her cheeks. The sobbing had finished by the time this one had come to bug her, bandaged hand wiping her cheeks and eyes though refusing to face her, stubborn as usual to keep up this DAEMONIC appearance of hers.
♕ : Holding hands
The other’s hand in hers shocks her; last thing she expected was for someone to even DARE to touch her GRIMMIFIED CLAW. A growl is heard as she tears her hand away from the other, turning towards her. She doesn’t LIKE this girl, and never has; it reminds her way too much of that NUISANCE that she works with.
❝ Can I ASSIST you? Or are you just going to get in my WAY constantly?
❞
So though I haven’t gotten his blog fully up and running yet, I used to, and plan to, still play Adam Taurus. I used to love portraying that cold-hearted faunus self he shows, his human hatred, his vicious and ruthless attitude. It was always fun, and the fact that he’s barely had anything show up for him? I could use so many headcanons for him and it makes it 100% so much better!
alt!
I introduce to you, Yuri Lowell, the main protagonist of Tales of Vesperia! I used to love playing this guy, and hell, I actually miss him quite a bit. He was snarky, badass, and just an all around amazing guy. His ‘always in a fight’ attitude was always fun to portray, especially how he always antagonized these fights. God damn it, not gonna lie, I’d bring him back once I figured out a good psd for him.
What is it?
Code Of The Daemon
Interacting
This blog is a PRIVATE and HIGHLY-SELECTIVE blog in the end. I have had many things attack myself over the things I’ve roleplayed in the longest of times, and seeing how this character is going to be very PRONE to having many triggers, will only interact with those whom I am mutuals with, for normally they are the ones I know that can tolerate/take the heat. I am not responsible for any actions that he commits, no matter what they are, fair warning.
Asks/Memes
I do not need to be mutuals with you for you to send in and get a response from memes. If I reblog it, then send it in at your own leisure. I’ll answer them all as I get them, as quickly as I can. If an ask is to be continued, it will be transferred into a THREAD for I do not like asks being reblogged. It just looks ugly, and you can’t edit them ever. And trimming posts is a HUGELY IMPORTANT thing to me, so we don’t flood other followers’ dashboards.
God-modding/Powerplay
Alright, this one is fairly common in ROLEPLAY cultures now, and it’s common sense to those already initiated in this stuff, but for those who aren’t, I’ll explain it of course. You play your character, I play mine, if something is to happen, must be MUTUAL between the mods of both blogs. It’s that simple.
Shipping
This blog will be a MULTI-SHIP blog! Lately I have been just doing ‘multi-single ship’ but I am keeping this just a multi-ship blog for Velvet Crowe. She is hard enough to get along with relationship wise at times, so I think it’ll be interesting to see how people get along with her.
Verses / Crossovers
Short and sweet, I am ALWAYS open to these! You can only work with the normal verses for so long, you need something new to spice things up. So, if ever you want to talk one over, come to me and we’ll plot something out! And if the verse gets pretty far in depth, I’ll even add it to the verses page!
Plotting
This is fairly straight forward: I am always around, so if you want to plot, throw me a message. I don’t care if we’ve never spoken before, just hit me up with a random ‘BITCH LETS PLOT’ and I’ll be all yours. Seriously, I am not going to bite you if you want to chat.
NSFW/SMUT
I am of the age to write any and all NSFW things, anything from Smut to GORE, and at times these things could be around. SMUT will only come should a relationship have enough time, and chemistry to move that far. TORTURE and other horrible things like this will be tagged should anyone need them to be. The crucial and brutal stuff is obvious, but littler triggers must be told ahead of time otherwise I won’t know.
If you read through all of the things here, send in an ask saying ‘To Hell With Artorias’ That way I will know you have read the rules, and we’ll get along swimmingly!
verses
- MAIN.
- AU.
- GROUP.
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VERSE NAME.
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basic information
biography
APPEARANCE:
Velvet has extremely long and black hair which drops to floor-level; towards the bottom her hair is plaited into big braids that are tied off by a bandage-like band. Her hair-strands curve towards the left-side of her face and she has mid-length hair which is plaited and tied by a smaller bandage-band resting on her left shoulder.
Her outfit consists of a revealing ruby-red corset which reveals her midriff. It is possible her clothes have been torn during her adventures. The red corset has an insignia visible below the belt which it hinders below. The same belt rests of her hip and above her torn, black jean trousers, which now look like shorts. The jean trouser has a chain, multiple belts wrapped around her right leg and a few which spiral towards the lower half of her left. Over her corset, she wears a black jacket in the form of a robe with red-velvet lacing; the jacket is ripped towards the bottom and is tightened towards her chest by the belt.
She wears protective armour on her footwear as well as one extra armour plate on her right shin. She wears the same armour in the form of an arm protective gauntlet which rests above the same material as her coat; the material arches its way up to and wraps around her middle finger, highlighted by a rhombus-shaped piecing. The same gauntlet is where she rest her lance-blade in battle. Her left arm is wrapped and bandaged up because of the alternate appearance it could take in public, and battle.
Three years prior, she used to fully plait her hair before tying it off with a red hairband. She used to wear a red shirt with belt-pouches and brown pants as well as maroon boots. She also used to wear a different gauntlet without having the need to bandage her arm up.
PERSONALITY
Three years ago, she was a very kind and loving character. She loved her family and the people of the village until the events of them being massacred by a mysterious figure. Ever since then, Velvet's life has changed and she has locked away her carefree heart. Now, all that remains of her facade is a dark and gloomy character who will do anything to achieve her goals. She is a being who is shunned and by the voice of the Abbey, is feared by the world.
She feels loneliness in life, having to continuously face many conflicts and build up hatred. It is until three years later, in which she meets a young boy called Number Two. Because his orders were to harm the party, Velvet unconsciously saved him after forcibly using him by commanding him to hurt members of his affiliation and then pulling him along onto the fleeing ship. She acts rude and frustrated with him because everything she talks to him about is referred to as an "order" by him, until she teaches him the ways of life, she gains back some of her emotions of which were buried deep in her memory. It is because of her, that Laphicet began to attain a purpose in life, which makes her happy inside.
Velvet can also be quite stubborn when people, usually females, become close to Laphicet in any form. This can be seen when Laphicet and Eleanor have private conversations and becomes jealous that the former will not tell her about them. Afterwards, she tells him to prioritize her before Eleanor—saying that she is "first" and Eleanor comes "second", therefore he should speak to her about his problems before blushing at what she said.
STORY
From a very young age, it has been hinted at many times that Velvet's parents had passed away. As a child, Velvet never went to school. At the age of nine years old, Velvet and her younger brother named Laphicet Crowe—who she used to refer to her brother as "Laphi" (ラフィ?), were introduced to a man with white hair by their elder sister, Celica Crowe. They had become close to him and eventually started living under the same roof. The man named Artorius Collbrande, who they referred to as Brother Arthur (アーサー 兄さん Āsā niisan?). One day, she and Laphi had ventured out into the forest with Arthur witnessing a shocking splurge of events, one of which was the crimson hours of darkness known as the Scarlet Night. On this hollow night, their elder sister passed away and the first malaks arrived, one of which was a woman named Seres. The siblings took a few days to recover from the event and the accept the death of their sister. Arthur's malakian companion, Seres, could not be seen or heard by Velvet but by her brother and Arthur only.
Three years prior to the events of the main story, at the age of sixteen, she suffered from a traumatic event in which caused her loved ones to become massacred by the savior Artorius Collbrande, who also killed her younger brother during the Scarlet Night. The event resulted in her being involved with the ritual taking place, awakening the negative energy in her which resulted in her fostering hatred and anger, as well as resulting in her left arm to be imbued with a special ability. This in turn, left people to wonder if she is a daemon or not, calling her "inhumane".
From this event onward, she grew her hatred all on Artorius and vowed revenge on him for killing the townspeople, as well as her brother.
A LONELY RED
INDIE VELVET CROWEFrom Tales of Berseria
Howled by:Wolf.
Tracking: Daemcnic
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