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After a very long time in the making, I’d like to announce a masterlist for all Bloodborne Roleplaying blogs! And when we say all, we mean ALL! So as long as you’re an RP blog for Bloodborne, you’re included. OCs also qualify!
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“Odd as it may sound, I actually like their company more. They don’t talk so much, and their antics can be pretty cute.”
“ I’m inclined t’ agree wit’ ‘ya, miss. Better some messengers than a snarlin’ beast. ‘Least, I think as much. ”
There’s a party and you weren’t invited.
Bloodborne concept art + The Hunter & The Plain Doll
“Well, wouldn’t be th’first time now would it?– Still don’t have a lick a’thought what y’talkin’ ‘bout though.”
“ No, it ‘ouldn’t. An’ I said ‘ferget it, seven ‘ells If I gotta try an’ elaborate. Shite’s not m’ style. ”
“ oh there’s beasts alright. “
He was interesting folk, all dressed in black with a neat-o looking hat the Biker kind of wanted to wear. The killer couldn’t tell if he was just pulling his leg or actually being serious. No complaints, this guy was interesting regardless.
“ animals beasts, all holding different sorts of weapons. knives, guns, bats— you name it. they come in groups and pairs and get weary around dudes that ain’t from around here… “
The biker smirked, eyeing the man. He wasn’t wrong, 50 Blessings were just filled with unexciting beasts who hate foreigners.
“ what kinda beasts were you talkin’ about? “
The beasts as described by this peculiar fellow sounded unlike those he’d already fought. While Yharnam had been infested with beasts of all kinds -- feral and man alike -- it was more those of grim fiction than metaphorical. Wilhelm takes a moment to gather these thoughts together before he dares to respond. Arms comfortably folding across his chest as he continues to size up the other fellow.
“ Ones unlike th’ ones ‘yer speakin’ of. I’m talkin’ big biggies. Things like... lycanthropes and other uglies. ”
Someone’s hero? That’s basically why she was here, in a word. She didn’t know the people she was ‘saving’. Not personally, but all she knew is she may be just a bit in too deep. But when you’ve dug too deep, all you can do is dig deeper until you’re at the other side.
“If you’re lookin’ for y’brother, I haven’t a clue. You’re the first friendly I’ve seen here, save the two old men and the doll. I knew folk who talked to folk ‘round here, y’know. They warned ‘em not to mess with this literally bloody witchcraft. From what I’ve seen from this place, though, those people are either feral or in somethin’s gullet.”
This girl had quite a way with her words. Both accent and phrasing earning a smile and a laugh from Wilhelm. Unlike her, Wilhelm’s met several individuals by now. One of them? His kid brother. Wilhelm hadn’t been in search of his brother, quite the opposite really. It was his brother who had come in search of him -- something of which grated on him. A guy like that? Too modest, too kind. Daniel was better off at home... with their mother.
“ Nah. M’ brother’s th’ one lookin’ ‘fer me. As ‘fer other folk, there’re a few ‘ere an’ there. But, whether ye’ve met ‘em or not could be both a curse an’ a blessin’. ”
‘ such autonomy is a given , but now it puts your own , original motives in question , young man . ‘
gentle SCORN , chastisement — whatever it might be called . to think wilhelm wasn’t here on some AGGRANDIZED impetus of being a HERO was almost surprising . it reminded him of an EMPIRE that thrived on meritocracy and wasn’t so stratified as this echo of ENGLISH society . it was different here , although , if he were HONEST , these humane beatings that had been emblazoned in his mind were the DRIVING motive . he thought it was almost INTOXICATING , to be equal , not below another EXCEPT where ability and prowess were handled . it was truly LIBERATING .
he couldn’t help but CHUCKLE at that palpable aversion alucard felt radiant from the other . oh , HUMANS ! although he was supposed to be some just ARBITER nowadays , it still amused when he could REAR fright in others . or , at the very least , that INVOLUNTARY shudder of spine . were his ideals truly so TERRIBLE ? if he could conquer yharnam , the OBJECTIVE of an old count of a bygone era would be fulfilled . should it be PURGED and all monstrosities expunged , master , QUEEN , and country would be slaked of their ENDLESS and imperishable thirst to vanquish evil .
‘ i have power enough , wilhelm . for a greater part of my life i’ve consorted with gods and new , and it wouldn’t surprise me if the unsuspecting master of this city knew me . whoever they are , if they do not know me , they will . and i do strive to be as unforgettable as possible , you see . ‘
Unforgettable... To never be forgotten, no matter what might befall someone. Even should Death come to collect. It was something Wilhelm desired in the deepest corners of his mind. But, it was a selfish desire: enabled by the disdain for one’s lesser status in society.
Wilhelm’s fist, a single fist at that, tightens shut. Unease strikes the young hunter, memories again haunting him, each one about the scorn felt towards those as lowly as he, his brother, and their mother. It was that cruel fact that no one would care if all three of them were to die. In this world and society, they had nothing, they meant nothing. Not to the dukes and dames who sat upon their surely vast fortunes -- inherited from family past.
“ ‘Ye go an’ do jus’ that, Sir Alucard. I’m jus’ a lowly human an’ barely a superb ‘unter at that. I’ll see what I can find ‘ere in this ‘ell, then justly return t’ my dear mother wit’ Danny in tow. ”
Leona could never consider herself as a deity. She couldn’t move mountains, raise the dead, or control destinies.
However, she perceived herself as a defender for all who could not. The Rakkoran was quite extraordinary, but she was certainly no god.
“I am a considerably normal being. Is it safe to say the same for you, stranger?”
So, a deity she wasn’t? Could’ve fooled him. Wilhelm wasn’t about to argue her status -- not when his only reason for saying such was that radiance to her. A kind of warmth that wasn’t like what anyone else had. A normal being? No... she wasn’t a deity but she was different.
“ Ah, somethin’ like that. Jus’ a guy that ‘unts beasts. Not really a job t’ love though, gets pretty painful t’ be honest. ”
Better he was a hunter of women than snarling, drooling beasts.
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Growing up, neither Wilhelm or Daniel were given many choices for a respectable role model. Lacking a father figure in their life, the boys pretty much took to each other and their mother. Even as a hunter, Wilhelm doesn’t care much for the few veterans that remain, nor is he taken to intimidation (or admiration) by their tales. The only person of whom Wilhelm respects or admires is his own mother. A mother who loved the both of them, where their father wouldn’t, and who never gave up.
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‘Ol Willy isn’t as haunted by nightmares as one might expect of him. While bearing a number of psychological scars – courtesy of abandonment at a young age by the Grher brother’s father – Wilhelm goes more or less free of his scars in unconsciousness. Sleep is scarce as is due to his role as a hunter, but when he does get it? It’s often dreamless, save for the rare occurrence otherwise.
He thought he could use this interval to gather additional provisions and be on his way, but this abrupt comment bestowed by a man with an illusive garb, proved Guts otherwise. But why heed a man whom eludes their own identity? With that thought in mind, he paid this individual a minute glance ‒ nothing more, before veering his head back to the road, and resuming his path prior.
Not that he’d expected too much from the armor clad stranger -- but he had expected at least a single word. What a rude fellow! Then again, was he about to argue manners with someone carrying a sword larger than the both of them? He wasn’t suicidal, so no.
“ ‘Ey! Uh, d’ ‘ya happen t’ know th’ way t’ th’ Cathedral Ward ? It’s a’ight if y’ don’t. ”
A pretty poor attempt at initiating conversation, but hey, it beat talking about the weather -- which, around here, was always shitty.
“-Can’t say I do, bruhv.”
“ I-- Oh ‘ferget it. ‘Yer gonna give me a bloody ‘eadache at this rate. ”
questions about your character.
♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ - Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?
Oh, majestic.
