crumbling structures surround her in the white-coloured world she stands in, casting deep red shadows across the ground. she’s used to this sight, perhaps too used to seeing the blinding whites and contrasting reds of the dream world she stands in. sharp eyes turn to the black-haired figure sat a short ways away from where she stands.
herself.
this is familiar. the self that sits before her is never the one to speak out, not moving lest another trapped in this world- her mind- moves to attract her attention. seems as though it’s her turn this time, though.
she’s impatient, always has been, and always speaks immediately upon facing her other self- this time, though, something compels her to pause, to see what the woman before her intends to do.
she waits.
She remembers falling asleep…as she always does. Tossing and turning, only to drift away with the gentle snores of her comrades around her. But never…never does she sleep soundlessly in the end. It’s nothing she tells anyone about; they’d just worry for her. And that is the LAST THING she wanted from them — their minds needed to be set on their GOALS, not petty trivialities such as a dream.
This one…however…
She could tell INSTANTLY that something was wrong.
Eyes blink open, her form rising as she looks around the usual surroundings; Laphicet…no, it wasn’t him this time. She was staring into a MIRROR at this point, eyes locked onto the other calmly as her left hand begins to tighten into a fist, guard up. She…doesn’t like the vibe she is getting from the other.
❝ …It’d probably be a bit PRESUMPTUOUS to say that I’m looking at my reflection…
❞
❝ …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?
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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