Warrick The Starved Ghost

RP with tinkering-survivor

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Wagstaff was surprised to hear that someone would want to live in a graveyard, but maybe that was because the likelihood for trespassers was fairly low. Though one thing that caught his attention was that there wasn’t any signs of someone living here, like a fire pit or laid-out supplies. No matter, it would be rude to just stand around being quiet.

“Oh, the name’s Wagstaff. Nice to meet you, Mr…?”

How could I be so rude as to not ask his name? Damn it, Wagstaff, you’ve not been here long enough to forget your manners!

#((He's shy; nervous; and scared all at the same time. It's a wonder the poor kid is able to function.))#rp #tinkering-survivor #reply

“Warrick. M-my name is Warrick. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Wagstaff,” he said nervously, slowly inching into a position so that Wagstaff’s attention would be drawn away from Warrick’s gravestone. The cursed thing had given him away as a ghost before, and sometimes with dire consequences. He just hoped that the man hadn’t already noticed the name on the grave.

RP with tinkering-survivor

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Somewhat confused, Wagstaff just shrugged and leaned against the gravestone. Then again, he wasn’t so sure he’d be willing to accept help from someone who’d come at him with a weapon only moments ago, so he let it slide without question. Observing the young man sitting on the ground, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about him. He decided that it was time to break the awkward silence and spoke.

“So stranger, what’re you doing hanging out in a graveyard? I don’t mean to pry, but this isn’t exactly what I’d call a pleasant place to go sightseeing. You lost or something?”

#((Naw don't feel bad about lame replies. As long as it gives me something to reply to I don't think it's lame at all! ^_^))#((also sorry for taking so long. Life got in the way. But I should be back in business now!))#rp #reply #tinkering-survivor

Warrick stood back up, taking care to act it out as humanly as possible. Usually he could just float back to a standing position, but he figured that wouldn’t be the wisest of actions at the moment.

“N-no, I’m not lost. This my home. It’s not so bad once you get used to it.” He smiled nervously. “W-what’s your name, might I ask?”

Spooky BOOgie (RP w/ askthestarvedghost)

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“Yes, we’re close,” Willianne said quietly, but her hands reached up for her backpack to grope for a torch. No such luck. She had gone the right way, right? She had wandered out farther than usual, but not…that far, right?

She looked out past the point that the sun had vanished behind, then swallowed audibly. And broke into a brisk run. “H-hurry! It sh-should be right through these t-t-t-trees!” It had to be. She didn’t want to get eaten again! But as she slipped deeper into the forest, the light became dim enough that couldn’t see more than her hand stretched out in front of her and Warrick’s soft glow behind her. She skidded over a root with a startled sound just as it got too dark to see…well, except for–

Wait!

“W-Warrick! You glow! H-Help me!”

#((ain't nobody allowed to hurt Warrick's friend. Not even you Charlie!))#rp #reply #willianneinthedark #((Sorry this took forever. LIFE. I SWEAR.))

Warrick followed behind, so panicked that he didn’t even bother pretending to walk, instead just floating along behind Willianne. They were running out of time, and fast. Too fast.

He couldn’t see anymore. The darkness had swallowed them.

Then he heard it. The distant growling of the night monster targeting its prey. When Willianne called out for him to help her, he was baffled that he didn’t think of it himself sooner. He quickly floated in front of her, spreading his arms protectively and glaring into the darkness.

“Don’t you touch her!” he cried.

RP with tinkering-survivor

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Seeing that his appearance frightened the young lad, Wagstaff quickly dropped the pickaxe and raised his hands to make a non-threatening gesture, so as to not frighten this stranger anymore than he already had.

“Oh, geez. Sorry about that, kid. I didn’t know if you were some beastie trying to do me in; you can understand that, right? Here, let me help you up.”

He just had to stop meeting people like this.

#tinkering-survivor #rp #reply #((Warrick hasn't quite learned that trick yet))

Warrick was surprised when the man dropped his weapon and signaled friendliness. That didn’t happen often. To boot, he even offered to help him up! Warrick sat slack-jawed for a moment before speaking.

“Uh... s-sorry, I don’t want to be rude or anything... but I can’t take your hand,” he said nervously, looking down at his own hands in defeat and looking back up at the man.

Spooky BOOgie (RP w/ askthestarvedghost)

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Willianne giggled at Worrick’s enthusiasm. For a ghost, he certainly was full of energy. She did wonder how he managed to look like a person when any of the ghosts she’d seen before were more…shapeless and blobby. She turned towards the forest, waving her arm for him to follow along. “If w-we start now, we sh-should be able to g-get there before n-night falls!”

#((I am totally up for either option. A little bit of excitement is always #super in my book!!!))#reply #rp #willianneinthedark

He nodded. “Lead the way!” and began to follow.

After a few minutes of walking, Warrick began to look around nervously, particularly at the horizon. “W-we’re close, r-right? T-the sun has already g-gone down... it’ll b-be dark soon. I-I don’t know about y-you, but I don’t w-want to be k-k-killed by the n-night monster again...” Though he glowed and likely wouldn’t be attacked by it, he didn’t want to have to witness it happening to someone else, especially his new friend. It was painful and terrifying enough to experience it, but it would be worse watching it without being able to help.

❛ ABOUT: Warrick

full name: Warrick Woolwine* nickname(s): Hmm... none yet that I know. title : The Starved [Ghost] age: 20 species: Human/Ghost ethnicity: Caucasian gender: Male pronoun(s): He/him romantic orientation: Heteromantic sexual orientation: Heterosexual current residence: Don’t Starve Island (a grave to be specific) religion: ? occupation: Lots of minimum wage job hopping financial status: Grew up in near-poverty, but was slowly getting out of it before he was brought to the island. martial status: Single

status: Dead fandom: Don’t Starve face claim: In a somewhat silly manner, that Swedish developer for the game “Unraveled” :)

height: 5′9″ facial features: Big eyes, a bit of a baby face. Very expressive. body build: Very thin, almost malnourished skin: Pale (especially as a ghost) hair: Blonde and unruly fashion: Green t-shirt, jeans(?), green heathered jacket, and tennis shoes or boots.

#*I've realized that he looks and often acts a LOT like one of my other characters Nicodemus Woolwine #so I've unofficially decided that I might just make him his younger brother or at least a cousin or something.#Ohh boy now I've got plot bunnies going. More on this later perhaps!#headcanon

RP with tinkering-survivor

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Still a bit stunned from his tumble, Wagstaff laid on the ground for a bit before slowly getting up and brushing the dirt and grass off his cloths. He turned to retrieve the pickaxe he‘d brought with him, but heard a voice coming from the graveyard. Startled, he spun around toward the noise only to see…nothing. Feeling his throat tense up, he held his pickaxe up in an awkward defense stance and crept toward where he heard the voice coming from. He eventually stopped a few feet from a gravestone that seemed to be “out of the way” so to speak.

Carefully, Wagstaff moved closer to the gravestone and peeked around it, seeing a pale, glowing lad with shaggy hair and unfamiliar cloths. “Well,that’s mighty peculiar,” he thought to himself.