The strength of Berenike guides me!

Greetings fellow traveler! I am Calvin, knight of Berenike and Chosen Undead. Why is it that you approach me? A question? If you need to ask, go ahead, I shant be raising my weapon. (Independent OC RP/Ask blog for Dark Souls. Can be nsfw. Sidebar image by keith-the-pardoner)

[berenikecalvin]

((Coming out of my cage and fuck Champion Gundyr))

[conorburke-deactivated20190710]

30 minute speedpainting for the topic “Stupidly big sword”… or dreihander as I’m calling it!

[ofthedarksun]

@berenikecalvin:

He is quick to stand, his armor and equipment rattling softly with his movement. His breath comes out as fog in the cold winter day. “Oh, um… Fantastic!” Calvin said before giving another firm nod. “Thank you, My Lady, for this opportunity of mercy.”

He looks around for a moment, an awkward silence filling the room.

“… Do I just… Slide them through the fog, or…”

( 陰の太陽 ) — fantastic, the knight says and the dark sun, in turn, sighs. humans are hardly the most eloquent of creatures, of course; this is nothing particularly new. the deity has come to understand this long ago, that it is often the thought behind their actions that brings the core of humanity to light where words fail.

 though he cannot be seen, the dark sun nods just the same. then, in a voice as cool and calm as ever, he answers. he has long considered this process to be obvious, but humans are dense, he knows.

     “ you may leave them, that others who follow will seen thine work. is that not your wish? to have glory brought to thee along with mine blessing… ? ”

[berenikecalvin]

He looks down at the shriveled, bloodstained ears on the carpet in front of him, before looking back up at the fog wall. “Well... If I am to be completely honest, it’s not how I thought I would be gaining glory.” Calvin looks around to the cramp and tight room he was in, and the more narrow stairway behind him.

“When most think of glory, they think of epic battles, slaying dragons, and rescuing princesses from towers.” The Chosen Undead looks back at the ears with a scowl. “Working in the dark quietly... It’s not how I imagined this to go. We men of Berenike have a habit to make a grand entrance when we go off to fight.”

He looks back up at the wall. “I mean this with no disrespect however! You and the covenant you lead do a gracious deed for the world. It’s just not the life that’s suited for me. Unless there is a dragon’s ear that needs taking, that is.”

[ofthedarksun]

It had been a very long time since he had been at the carpet before the fog wall, but he bore a gift! "Apologises for my absence, Your Highness. I hope this will make up for it." As he places not one, but TWO Souvenirs in front of him.

( 陰の太陽 ) — the dark sun did not recognize the figure before him. of course, that was hardly surprising. humans so often looked the same in his eyes. it was why, in part, he never hurried to meet them, greet them, at his doorway and look them over before he spoke. he had no need to get so close. he could sense them, smell them. each one in that aspect was decidedly unique. and of course, when each found their voice, he could feel them in their tone. the ages of quiet had made sounds precious. he remembered them all.

this voice— yes— he recognized. though the fog remained, moved slowly like liquid glass over the grand, empty doorframe, the dark sun approached the bowed figure and, faintly, smiled. he had not forgotten. after all this time, he was still true. he would be rewarded.

     “ you may rise, knight. ”, he spoke, his voice echoing throughout the narrow hall.     “ thou hath not come to mine door empty-handed. ”

     “ i thank thee. ”

[berenikecalvin]

He is quick to stand, his armor and equipment rattling softly with his movement. His breath comes out as fog in the cold winter day. “Oh, um... Fantastic!” Calvin said before giving another firm nod. “Thank you, My Lady, for this opportunity of mercy.”

He looks around for a moment, an awkward silence filling the room.

“... Do I just... Slide them through the fog, or...”

[through-fire-and-flame]

The pyromancer stirs, suddenly, and glances around him, having fallen asleep.

[berenikecalvin]

"Feeling tired there, friend?" A familiar, deep, and booming voice spoke out. His chin had slight scruff, but his optimistic smile hadn't aged a bit.

[berenikecalvin]

Calvin’s head erupts from the dirt, as he takes in a obnoxious and loud gasp for air.

[berenikecalvin]

We miss you ❤️

((Well guess what my guy

It’s your lucky day.))

[littleverit-deactivated20180507]

Over the past weeks, Verit would occasionally venture from Anor Londo, exploring the areas and refreshing her memories of them. She would wander, and more importantly, she would help. Any soul that crossed her path that had yet to Hollow would be offered an kind smile, gentle words of encouragement, and an honest offer of aid. Such people were few and far between, and the sorceress was thankful for meeting each one. 

After such excursions, she would often rest by Firelink Shrine, as she had done years past. Sometimes, familiar faces would come and go. Sometimes, so did new ones, and Verit was happy to spend time with either. The maiden knew better than most how a moment of kindness could help one through darkness of Lordran.

It was there she rested now, sitting against the old well near the bonfire, hood pulled up - but those who met the small woman before would likely recognize her. Just for a short while, before she made the trek back to Anor Londo…

[berenikecalvin]

At first, there was just silence.

Then, the those old two tower shields would collide into the earth once more. They dug themselves into familiar soil for a moment of rest, as did their owner. His foot rested against the well, leaning with crossed arms on his bent knee. He could gain sight of the smaller woman from her right, leaning over just a bit to gain sight of her face. 

“Well, well, well... Good to see you around again!”

Calvin stood tall and proud. His armor, still clean of dents and cuts, clearly well kept. However, the armor had certainly lost its shine, use to the dirt and dust of Lordran, and the difficulties it thrown at him.

“Where have you been off to, hmm? You better have learned some grand spell, otherwise I may not be impressed.” He says with a hearty chuckle.

[lorelle-of-astora]

// my children

[berenikecalvin]

[kaizo-ningen-deactivated2021100]

*goes to the gym once*

[tokugami]

*Goes to the gym twice*

[kaizo-ningen-deactivated2021100]

*goes to the gym three times*

[oolongearlgrey]

*goes to the gym four times*

[berenikecalvin]

Journeys Down Below (Closed RP)

[berenikecalvin]

“Indeed!” He called from below. “A blacksmith! He can help us repair our equipment if need be.” He says with a smile, arms extended outwards ready to grab Rosalind. Despite Vamos’s rather sour attitude, he knew he wouldn’t turn down souls, nor the right kind of ember.

His arms stretched forward when she leaped, grabbing hold onto the smaller woman as he took a step back to absorb the impact with a small “got you!” He set her down, grabbing the rest of his equipment. “Just whatever you do…” The Chosen Undead looked down below, trying to get the right spot. “Don’t ‘spoil his focus.’”

And without another word, he took another mighty leap. Of course, not as graceful considering his size and frame. Nevertheless, he successfully landed, and set his shields down with arms extended towards Rosalind. “Ready when you are Miss Rosalind!”

[tinyredrose]

His grip was like iron on her sides when caught but it did not hurt her much more than a vague ache. It was better than what it would have felt like just jumping and having to roll to soften the descent. Listening to him, tucking loose hair behind her ear as he prepared for another drop, Rosalind blinked. Why were blacksmiths so gruff? Andre was a breath of fresh air, but it seemed like it was back to grumpy ones.

“I have been meaning to perhaps even get a new blade. I shall need it…” the Catarinan said, murmuring the last bit as Calvin vaulted away.

This time, after she followed him down with a much quieter leap in comparison, Rosalind gave him a stern look.

“I certainly hope you have enough Estus for yourself, jumping about like that in all this armour… I told you that I could go myself; I would not wish someone to get hurt alongside me.”

[berenikecalvin]

“If it’s a new blade you’re looking for, he can supply.” He says, dusting off his legs as he stands up. The last jump was just the hole in the ceiling. He turns back to her, shrugging slightly. “That’s why I brought some homeward bones. Can never tell when you need them, so it’s always good to keep some on your person.

The Berenike removes his helmet, briefly, to fix his hair and wipe the hard-earned sweat from his brow. With a small huff, he puts the helmet back on. “This is simple work for a knight of Berenike, I assure you. If I could not do this, what sort of man would I be? Nothing short of a sailor’s cabin boy, that’s for sure!” He says with a small laugh.

The Chosen Undead takes another small leap, sliding down the wall that curved towards the hole in center as he got back up. “Come! Let’s grab these supplies and continue the search for your friend!” Calvin called out from below.

[undead-wanderer]

"Hail stranger!" A boisterous call reverberated through the Firelink Shrine, a towering man in a steel set of armor from head to toe approached him. His armor clinked as he took his long strides, two tower shields in tow with a greatsword sheathed in one of them. "You look new here, have you just arrived to Lordran?" He asked with a wide and friendly smile.

The wanderer’s heart skipped a beat when the silence of the Shrine was interrupted by a loud call. It did not take long to locate its source: A jolly-looking knight clad in Berenikian armor, heading straight his way. An impressive sight, with all that heavy-looking equipment - he pondered, for a moment, how people found the strength to carry such a burden.

Imposing as the knight was, he still looked rather friendly. Thalander responded to his greeting with a nod.

“No, I’ve been here for a while now,” he replied to the man’s inquiry. “Guess our worlds only just came into contact.”

Indeed, such a tall and boisterous fellow would be hard to miss.

@berenikecalvin

[berenikecalvin]

Silverleaf… What an odd name. Certainly had to be his last.

Either way, the knight shrugged it off as he gave his firm and strong handshake. His new friend seemed to be weak in comparison, but almost all of them were. He did not judge, he knew that the men of Berenike were the strongest of them all. It was a basic fact of the world.

“Indeed we are! Perhaps even stronger than that.” He says with a boisterous laugh. Compliments towards the Chosen Undead were his speciality when it came to conversation. “These were forged by myself, actually! Father was a blacksmith, and I learned the trade myself. Every piece of steel is expertly crafted when you have arms like these!” He says with a smile and a pat of his biceps.

He takes a seat by the bonfire, and warmly offers a spot next to the man. “Do sit, tell me of your travels, Silverleaf! I’m sure they have been quite adventurous since you have gotten here!”

[undead-wanderer]

Such optimism was enviable. It seemed as though Lordran had yet to break the knight of Berenike, perhaps in part due to his impressive stature. With armor this bulking couple with a shield of that size, a foe would be hard-pressed to deal any meaningful damage to Calvin - so long as he was smart enough not to let himself be surrounded. Who knows, perhaps the man deserved to call himself “Chosen”.

And those shields were hand-crafted, too. Interesting… Thalander knew nothing of the trade, but they looked at least as sturdy as the ones the hollowed Berenike knights wielded - and those could most certainly take a beating.

He took a seat next to Calvin, briefly pondering over what he should be talking about. For once, the man seemed kind enough that he could open up, be it just a little bit.

“Well, I’ve rung both Bells of Awakening, as everyone else tries to do.” Was how he began. Might as well start from the beginning. “Made it all the way to Anor Londo, and now I’m on the hunt for Lord Souls. It was not easy, but I’ve made it this far. Might as well keep going.”

[berenikecalvin]

“Ah! Then you must be the Chosen Undead of your timeline then!” He says with a grand smile, an arm resting on his propped up knee. “It’s always good to run into your lot. Most of you are good hearted, except for tose who follow the serpent, Kaathe.” His voice holds slight disdain for the name, as he shook his head.

“They wish to end the Age of Fire, to keep the curse as a gift of immortality. Of course, they can’t see the destruction it brings to the body because they suck the humanity out of innocent and living beings. Keep your weapons raised around that bunch of folks, they’re not to be trusted.”

Despite his tangent of the Darkwraith and their leader, his eyes and lips brighten with a sudden rush of joy. “Oh! If you do run into a man named Solaire, do send him my regards! He’s a good man and an excellent fighter. You can always count on him to have your back.”

[berenikecalvin]

I challenge you to eat your own tower shields.

“Please! Now you’re just setting ridiculous goals.” He says with a cross of his arms and a frown. “Give me a real challenge, no silly talk!”

[berenikecalvin]

raise your donger

And he did just that, and all women within a 5 mile radius had swooned from the raising epicenter, as Calvin let out one single cry.

“ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ !!”

[berenikecalvin]

Tragic Accidents (Closed RP)

[berenikecalvin]

He didn’t want to react physically to the grin that Gwyndolin displayed to the Chosen Undead. He stood still, listening to his proposal. He knew of the souvenirs, a fellow Blade had told him about it before. The thought sent chills down his spine, having to slay someone and cut off their bloodied and battered ears.

“I…” Calvin choked, looking down. He was a protector, not a killer. Granted, he just killed the Darkwraith, but that was to protect the tomb. He’s killed hollows as well, but those were hollows. “Perhaps… Perhaps there is any other way to complete this request? You are very merciful, but…”

He didn’t know what was worse. Not having the willpower to slay someone in cold blood, or having the courage to say it aloud.

[ofthedarksun]

———   陰の太陽   ———

The knight’s clear distaste for the proposal was rather unexpected. His lack of understanding came as a surprise to the Dark Sun whose expression of pleasure faded somewhat, eyes narrowing as they fixed on the man, attempting to read him by the slump of his shoulders, the tenseness he displayed. The voice he heard in reply was uncertain, a quality that disappointed him. Had he not just had such conviction upon trespassing on Lord Gwyn’s tomb? Has the shock of his actions just now settled in?

Gwyndolin frowned. There was no amusement, yet no hostility either, as he spoke.

          “ There is not. ”, he answered, plainly. “ This is not the murder of innocents, mind.                Both may be collected from persons of thy choosing. That is more than fair. ”

Murderers, thieves… In truth, Gwyndolin cared little of their origin, only that he received them— two— a token of an apology and loyalty, faithfulness. It was a test of sorts, to see if the knight had truly entered the tomb out of a wish to do good, to honor, and not some selfish whim or grudge, a need for blood as so many humans had shown before.

          “ What say you? ”

[berenikecalvin]

    Gwyndolin had frowned, and it certainly did not help Calvin in the midst of his hesitation. While he did not wish to kill in cold blood, invoking the wrath of a goddess was also the last thing he wished for himself. He looked down once more in respect to the Dark Sun, reduced to the Calvin that lived in the barracks as a young trainee.

    He looks back up once more as she asks a second time. A person of his choosing was not so terrible after all. In fact, he could most likely get it off of a invader in self-defense, or perhaps a deranged hollow too. Come to think of it, that wasn’t bad at all! Perhaps the gods are merciful after all.

   “Very well.” He says as he stands tall and nods firmly. “I will do it. I apologize again, for everything.”

[roleplayaskmemes]

Dare my muse to do something, if they refuse, they have to admit an embarrassing secret about themself.

[berenikecalvin]

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