❝ And to think, that a HUNTRESS-IN-TRAINING is assigned to the same task as I am. Seems that this Village is more DESPERATE than I thought.
❞
A gentle sigh slips through the Mercenary’s lips quietly, hand resting on her hip as she shakes her head in annoyance. Just her luck, she’d have to deal with some brat getting in her way while she worked. Oh well, she was getting paid, regardless.
Eve wanted to push her away, but she had no strength, the urge came stronger now, years of punishment pour out in wet tears as she fought against the want, the need to feed. “I-I’ll k-kill you…” she whispered as her mouth opened wide, and she took a bite into Velvet with two sharp fangs, breaking the skin effortlessly.
There was silence…as she drank, the warm iron taste of blood poured down her throat, her senses tickled, like a reward from her body for doing as it asked for once. The tears continued as she drank more and more, not seeming to stop or care.
With the other having bitten down and begun to drink, Velvet only gives a slight flinch at the sudden sharpness of her fangs piercing her skin. The younger had been holding back for so long, and seemed worried she could actually KILL her. That was another sign…that this girl could NEVER become a monster. A hand moves to stroke through her hair, her other rubbing the girl’s back as she leans her head against the other’s calmly.
❝ I won’t allow that, because then my promise would be BROKEN at that point. And I won’t allow you to be alone anymore, Evelyn. Just fill yourself as much as you can; if I begin to feel weak, I’ll stop you.
❞
She knows her AURA will heal over the bite mark effortlessly, and knows she has PLENTY of blood to spare; she hasn’t been INJURED in over a week in any of her assignments. As such, she allows the girl to drink to her heart’s content, all the while holding and keeping her close.
“Aw, that reference doesn’t work here! EXCUSE you? It’s not ridiculous, I’m Spider-Man! At least on my world, don’t think I have a counterpart here, so olden times. Not as advanced as home it seems.”
❝ …I don’t follow.
Are you TRYING to say that you’re from another world all together? Because if that’s what you are trying to say, then you’re CRAZIER than you look. A Daemon Spider would have been more easier to believe than some nutjob in a SUIT who poses as a human.
❞
Arms cross over chest quietly as her golden eyes narrow onto him, tapping bandaged digits of left against her forearm calmly. An arch of brow is given as she just examines him over, unable to catch even the FAINTEST WHIFF of the Daemonblight upon him, so her OWN thoughts were disregarded almost immediately. Whatever he was, it wasn’t something she has ever run into before.
toko did not like how composed this woman was despite wearing pretty much literally nothing. she must have been a nudist, some freak who got off on people seeing her gross cleavage. the author was blushing, grinning, yet her eyes were filled with malice.
she was the sort that liked to bring women to their knees, to shame them and make them feel worthless. this made her feel like she had power over them when in reality, it was they who had power over her simply for being the superior beauty, the superior charmer, the superior woman, the superior.
“i-it does matter. y-y-you m-make an i-impression w-with that s-stuff you wear.”
This one was beginning to annoy her, boots clicking upon the floor as she approached her calmly; gaze lingering over her as she got right up to her. The other acted as if she CHOSE to acquire this get up, but in truth, she had no CHOICE to use this attire. It was all she could GET at the time, stringing together some Prisoner’s things to create an at least SLIGHTLY SUITABLE attire.
❝ …When you’re an escaped PRISONER from a DAEMON prison, you take what you can get, Girl. This style mixes with how I fight and doesn’t restrict me in anyway, as well as if it gets ruined in a fight, oh well, it’s already ruined as is, and I won’t need to WORRY about repairing it as much.
❞
Tone is cold, leaning closer to the other as a hand reaches up, moving to gently brush he bandaged claws to the other’s cheek, a MOCKING TONE taking to her words now as her eyes narrow.
❝ My VISAGE shouldn’t matter to someone who isn’t me. I care little for how others see me, because I take what I can get. Got it?
❞
“Oh yea, sorry, Im not a beggar at all” He was just so happy to find some where to eat “So Uh… You have a name at all?” It wouldn’t be too bad to share a drink with someone new, even though he couldn’t drink, it was nice to meet new people “My names Jaune, Jaune Arc.”
❝ Velvet. ❞
Never been one for proper introductions, hence she never gives her last name less it is asked for, she just offers it calmly over her shoulder as she turned from him and walks off, expecting him to follow. He didn’t seem much younger than she — she wagered he was probably a student of some HUNTSMAN ACADEMY out there. As such, she may as well see what information she can get from him as they walk — make a bit of small talk or so.
“Ooh, got a mouth on you, don’t ya?” she chuckled, her shoulders relaxed and gaze soft.
But she wasn’t totally passive - no her fingers twitched noncommittally at her sides, just waiting for the stranger to make a single wrong move. Then again, Gwyn liked to give people the benefit of the doubt, even if they were strangers wandering around in the middle of the night.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say that was a threat.”
This one…was beginning to get on the Daemon Hunter’s nerves. Eyes narrow coldly as her left hand begins to curl into a fist, both dropping to her sides though right is placed on her hip. She’s ready for anything; it’d only take but an instant for her Wrist-Blade to unsheathe and be ready for a fight. Not to mention…that SINGLE advantage she always had in any fight — but it’s a LAST resort, only to be used if it’s life or death.
I doubt it’s that right now…probably just her testing me.
❝ More along the lines of a PROMISE if you raise even a FINGER in hostility against me, girl.
❞
She wasn’t one to make EMPTY THREATS like others did — no, she was WELL KNOWN for her expertise in combat, as well as her BRUTALITY in her assignments. No target escaped her, and they always fell, be it from a blade, or their skulls crushed as if stuck in a massive vice. This one gets in her way, and she’ll become just another CORPSE at the Merc’s feet.
❝ Otherwise, I don’t have a reason to attack. You’re not a target of mine. ❞
Evelyn was shaking in a state of shock, she did hear Velvet, but the words feel dull on her ears as her nose twitched. “N-No…” her pupils dilated, goosebumps tickled down her back and her breath became heavy. The smell of blood had hit the air, and the months of holding back were catching up to her now.
Her shaking started to become harder, as she was forcefully holding herself back by this point. “V-V-vel…p-please…r-r-run….I-I…i-i can’t…” her voice was cracked and weak as tears began to fall down her cheeks.
she was so hungry…
At first, she is confused, but then she understands almost immediately. It was one of the first things she had figured out about this sweet little angel of a girl; she was a VAMPIRE BAT FAUNUS in the end, and had killed a PET by sucking it dry. Eyes turn to her damaged, bleeding hand, then she gently reaches towards her, to pull her close and with a soft, soothing whisper.
❝ …I understand; you’re HUNGRY, right? But not for food, but blood…I don’t know if mine will taste good — it’s TAINTED with GRIMM ESSENCE after all. But…I promised you that I’d make sure you were fed, and safe. The last is…harder than you may think…but I CAN make sure you are fed.
Go ahead and drink…if you want to, I won’t stop you. I’m a big girl, you know, and I can STOP YOU if you begin to take too much that it begins to effect me. Alright?
❞
In truth, she is WORRIED that the other COULD perhaps kill her by mistake…but in the end, she’s already DEAD as is. Would her DEATH really matter, in the long run? But as this thought crosses her mind, she rejects it instantly; she COULDN’T die until she ripped that WITCH’S head clean the fuck off! She would KILL that cur, SALEM, at all costs. Her resolve wouldn’t let her die, so she’s already readying her left arm — she’d form her claw and pin the other down if she felt the other was taking too much.
Evelyn had tears pouring down her face and she didn’t even know it, it happened in an instant, yet the seconds felt like days as she slumped down on her bed. Her voice now quiet, She messed up, the world wasn’t so different from what she’d been exposed too, even the one who took her in was like this.
Eve balled up, holding her knees close to her chest, a fetal position she had developed for self-protection, as little as that meant. Her head was sore, maybe it was on the point of bleeding, but she didn’t utter a sound, she only closed her eyes and wait if anything else were to happen.
Damn it…this kid really IS going to be a handful.
She deserves better than someone like me taking care of her.
Thoughts spread through her mind as she just looked away, hand smashing into the wall so forcefully that the room SHAKES from the blow, bones cracking in knuckles as teeth are grit in anger. But not at the Bat, but herself. The STING she felt of her knuckles splitting, of the BLOOD seeping against the wall…it was penance for upsetting this sweet girl.
❝ …I told you…I’m a being of HALF GRIMM…I…I could accidentally kill you if you aren’t careful. You need to be wary of this when approaching me. Especially…during my night terrors. I lash out when I wake…I also am always on guard, I’m a Mercenary and have to be, Evelyn.
❞
Her tone is gentle, yet it’s also holding it’s own sadness underneath it all. This…wasn’t a life she wanted to live, but she was FORCED into it at this point. What else could she ever be? She is hesitant, but scoots a little closer to the girl, a shaky hand reaching out to gently run her bandaged digits through her locks, to try and calm her. Meanwhile, her bleeding, damaged hand, is limp in her lap, aching and beginning to swell. She’ll keep it that way for a bit longer…at least until the other has calmed. She is Velvet’s first priority.
❝ –Darling unless you are looking for trouble, I suggest you to stop following me.❞ she sensed the girl from a mile or so, her scent strong &&sweet like some sort of herb or blend perfume. the dragon snorted with disgust at that smell, too indelicate && strong for her. Sure the girl didn’t come for just a walk– she was aware of the potential danger,but she was curious.
Seems she had been caught, well, that’s FINE in the end. Stepping out of the shadows, golden hues lock over the other’s form calmly. This one…SOMETHING was different about her. The Half Grimm had caught that difference when she passed by her only earlier, and had tailed her to try and get an answer. But seems her stealth skills needed to still be worked on, oh well, good to know now.
❝ …I…Feel you were, at one point, my target. What ARE you? You’re neither HUMAN nor FAUNUS…you’re MORE than that. Something that my…well…my once QUEEN would fear. I want to know WHAT that is.
❞
Her tone is cold, and showing a BIT of hostility, of VENOM in her words as her eyes narrowed onto the other. She’s WILLING to attack her, to FIGURE OUT what the other is the hard way. If it’s something that can HELP HER kill that wretched WITCH — SALEM — then damn straight she will find a way to acquire the other’s power, be it through FORCE or MUTUAL PARTNERSHIP.
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!
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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.
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