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Muses: Jeff Johansen, Jake Park, Yoichi Asakawa (DBD), and Talion the “Gravewalker”

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All DnD-Verse Muses

@breakdcwn :

Jeff Johansen - Vampiric Half-Dwarf Paladin : Oath of Redemption {Lawful Good}

Jake Park - Satyr Ranger : Beast Master {Chaotic Good}

Yoichi Asakawa - Kender Cleric : Life Domain {Lawful Good}

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Yui Kimura - Harengon Artificer : Battlesmith {Neutral Good}

Yun-Jin Lee - Tabaxi Bard : College of Eloquence {Lawful Neutral}

Feng Min - Gnome Monk : Way of the Drunken Master {Chaotic Good}

Rika Nishina - Fairy/Fae Wizard : School of Abjuration {Neutral Good}

Claudette Morel - Duergar Druid : Circle of Spores {Lawful Good}

Riley McKendry - Halfling Rogue : Thief {Chaotic Neutral}

@blacktalcn / Taurie Cain - Shadar-Kai Cleric : Domain of Death {Chaotic Neutral}

@nx-spin / Ji-Woon - Yuan-Ti Bard : College of Glamour {Chaotic Evil}

@condxmnxd :

Rin Yamaoka - Air Genasi Fighter : Samurai {True Neutral}

Sadako Yamamura - Gniefling (Gnome Tiefling) Warlock : The Undying {Neutral Evil}

Kazan Yamaoka - Earth Genasi Barbarian : Path of the Berserker {Lawful Evil}

Adriana Imai - Astral Elf Artificer : Artillerist {Lawful Evil}

Frank Morrison - Deep Gnoblin Rogue : Assassin {Chaotic Evil}

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Earth-UNKNOWN :

A Marvel Universe Born from BHVR's Dead by Daylight.

To Preface:

Hello. I am Atticus Beck, or Atti as most know me by. I am twenty-five years of age, and have a project that I have slowly been working on that I have dubbed "Earth-UNKNOWN." For lack of better phrasing, this project is a sort of "What-If?" scenario where both protagonists and antagonists alike learn that they are more extraordinary than previously thought. A twist to each one's storyline, they find out that they each are different entities, heroes, and villains that correspond with that of the Marvel Universe.

You may recognize my style of writing if you have interacted with @breakdcwn / @breakcut or the sideblogs of those pages. Having been a huge Dead by Daylight fan/player, I wrote for multiple characters and sadly had gone on hiatus due to the state of the game stifling my inspiration to write for them. However, I had the idea for this project and have a lot of passion and inspiration for this project.

If you would ever like to use this verse for specific characters, I am open to sharing this universe to those who would want to use it; just let me know and I would be happy to oblige. Without any further ado, welcome to Earth-UNKNOWN! I hope you enjoy the characters and stories of this blog as I post them, and I look forward to writing more!

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Someone PLEASE convince me I don’t need another Killer sideblog; I’ve been debating starting to write another character (won’t reveal which one cause reasons lol) but I’m debating…

Should I either:

Replace Frank as a muse on Condxmnxd

Create a new sideblog dedicated to the new Killer muse

Voting ended onJan 6, 2025

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New Year, a New Starter featuring @bloodied-letterman / Frank Morrison

Jake attempts to sneak past the Legion's leader, who sits comfortably by the hearth, in a futile effort to steal some snacks from the bar cupboards of the resort's main lodge. Before he can get to the bar, a stray, ornately wrapped box is caught under his feet, sending him tumbling, rather loudly, onto the floor.

The saboteur quickly springs to his feet as though nothing happened, immediately attempting to cover up his mistake in the worst way possible: opening his mouth.

"Whoa, dude! Someone was totally trying to sneak in a moment ago and crushed one of these, uh-" He glances down at the box, now crushed with a crimson fluid pouring out of the bottom-most edge. "...Presents?"

[bloodied-letterman]

Frank looks at the flattened package Jake was holding, recognizing it immediatly. "Yeah, sorry to tell you that, but you're dead, my guy. Adriana put some expensive wine in there, and you bet she's going to be pissed about this."

He stares at the survivor for a while, with a mocking grin, before laughing by himself. "I'm messing with you, dude, relax ! Chucky and Susie just put a pouch of strawberry syrup in there to prank whoever would try to sneak there for the snacks. But honestly, out of all people, you're one I didn't expect to fall for that."

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The survivor's face drops, absolutely mortified by the initial response, tension rising in his chest until the prank was revealed, immediately causing him to slouch back to a relaxed position. He laughs nervously, "Oh, thank god, you had me going for a sec. Especially with the Merchant, she heebies my damn jeebies."

He goes to continue before his stomach growls. Loudly. His cheeks flush a red hue as he chuckles to the other, "I don't know what's more embarrassing, falling for the prank..." He glances down at the box, rolling his eyes as he laughs, "Or trying to go in 'Mission Impossible' style for a snack on top of that."

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New Year, a New Starter featuring @bloodied-letterman / Frank Morrison

Jake attempts to sneak past the Legion's leader, who sits comfortably by the hearth, in a futile effort to steal some snacks from the bar cupboards of the resort's main lodge. Before he can get to the bar, a stray, ornately wrapped box is caught under his feet, sending him tumbling, rather loudly, onto the floor.

The saboteur quickly springs to his feet as though nothing happened, immediately attempting to cover up his mistake in the worst way possible: opening his mouth.

"Whoa, dude! Someone was totally trying to sneak in a moment ago and crushed one of these, uh-" He glances down at the box, now crushed with a crimson fluid pouring out of the bottom-most edge. "...Presents?"

[super-musings-and-memes]

color-coded starter call!

[heartdefeats-blog]

want me to write you up a starter? inbox me a color for a specific theme/mood!

red for a violent starter orange for an urgent starter yellow for a scary starter green for a friendly starter blue for an angsty starter purple for a silly starter pink for a romantic starter

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Please specify which muse you would like, unless you'd like a random one (And elaborate which or your muses as well if you are also a multi <3)

[bamsidsuperbitch]

Jeff turns quickly to Sidney, breathing through the feeling of unease, trying to maintain composure. The cloaked figure is just outside, and he needed to get a grip; he needed to focus. "How's your aim?", he asks, his eyes drifting to a gun in the floorboard of the police car, hoping hers follow as well. "I can pry the caging back if you reach down and can grab it."

Sidney kept her eyes between both shrouded figure and gun, form tense, yet focused.

" As sharp as the end of a razor. " Came a hushed response, nodding in agreement to the plan.

This was the last thing she wanted to deal with, but whoever was behind the mask brought them here. they sounded like Dewey.

But it wasn't, It couldn't be right? that was the scary part.

Though there were things only Dewey would know when she was suspicious, asking various questions prior to falling for the trap meant for her.

How would the person behind the mask know such small details only she had shared with Dewey?

She supposed Jeff's stubbornness to follow her could save her life, Sidney quickly snapped out of her thoughts, crawling down under the caging to grab the gun that laid under it. " We need something to distract them, so we could sneak out and I can try and ambush them when they're not paying attention- "

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Jeff smiles at her response, knowing her skill mut making sure she felt confident, given the situation. "Atta-girl."

He looks around for a moment, studying his surroundings, looking for something to help, then he remembers his knife. Lifting his boot up to his knee, he pulls it out from the leg of the leather article.

"This may be risky, but..." he trails off as he cringes, remembering his years back in Ormond, training to defend himself against the gang from his school.

Tightening his grip on the knife, he readies himself to smash the window before turning back up to Sidney, a stern look on his face.

"I can distract him while you take aim," he puts his hand lightly on her cheek, stroking with his thumb, shaking his head with a grin. "He won't be the first masked freak I've had to keep at bay."

[bamsidsuperbitch]

If it wasn't for the current life or death situation she might've just internally melted then and there.

A silent nod, focusing on the masked assailant's leg, she didn't want to kill them, not unless she had to.

She'll bring them down for the count then call the authorities.

Sure, they might pass it off as a simple actor on set, practicing for their role, but the person chased them and no one else but her and Jeff were here.

Not to mention, it was a movie about her life, she'd assume they'd take her seriously.

And if they asked, she had the recording on her phone, it was a part of her job as a crisis councilor to have a recorded line for quality service or however they put it. She deleted the personal calls between family and friends and sent the clients' to the company to keep track for her job.

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With a swift motion, Jeff slams the base of the knife through the window, shattering it so he could open the door from the outside. As he gets out, he steadies himself, staying close to the car with the knife turned blade-down in his hand.

Breathing softly to not obstruct his hearing, the soft squish of leather boots against the wet asphalt as the cloaked attacker draws closer. Raising his knife, he whirls quickly, putting a little more of his weight into his swing.

*THWACK*

His hand makes contact with the pasty silicone facade, causing the figure to stumble back in pain.

Obviously enraged, the masked man swings his blade at Jeff, who quickly grabs the hand and brings his head forward into the other's. The assailant takes his free hand and swings it to make contact with Jeff's ear, causing it to ring as he winces in pain.

Even though the killer was smaller than him, they did pack a punch. He shifts his gaze to Sidney, whose eyes are focused intently on the other, gun in hand.

Jeff grins at her and nods, quickly turning to the other, his grip still firm on their wrist. "You're about to know what real pain is, asshole."

[bamsidsuperbitch]

Sidney flinched instinctively as glass shattered to the outside of the window, watching the two fight as Jeff laid his gaze on her when he seemed to get the upper hand.

*BANG!*

Sidney aimed for the kneecaps, it was the easiest place to temporarily incapacitate the assailant.

Watching them fall to the ground, dropping the knife to hold their knee in pain, giving Jeff enough time to retrain them while she phoned the police.

Sidney crawled out of the window, scraping herself on an edge of the window. adrenaline 's totally helping her ignore what she was gonna feel later.

Making her way over, she aimed the gun at the attacker, using her free hand to grab her phone from her pocket, dialing 911.

" Don't move dipshit. I will shoot, understand? "

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Jeff takes a bandana out of his pocket and grabs the assailant's knife before they can take it back. He tucks his own back into his boot, rising towards Sidney.

"Good job, babe, I knew you'd get 'em."

Lightly kissing her cheek, he turns beside her, gently placing his hand on her back as they both face the masked figure, still writhing from the shot.

"He's been after you, do you wanna unmask him?"

He shifts his gaze to her, both sets of oaky hues meeting as his brow furrows in a concerned fashion.

"Or would you rather play it safe and wait for the police?"

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A new roadie, Joey/ @bloodied-letterman has joined the tour:

"Yo Jeff, you heard the the news ? Next killer is gonna bring a dog to trials with her. How do you feel about that ?"

Jeff pauses for a moment, she hadn't been pitted against her in a trial yet, but he could only think of one thing. "As long as she isn't bringing a pitbull, I say bring it on!"

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Also, I wanna give a huge shoutout to @bamsidsuperbitch for giving me the idea of Sid and Jeff in a Scream/Ghostface event, cause it 100% makes me wanna write for him more!

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If I could stop reblogging things from the wrong blog, that would be great! XD

[bamsidsuperbitch]

Jeff turns quickly to Sidney, breathing through the feeling of unease, trying to maintain composure. The cloaked figure is just outside, and he needed to get a grip; he needed to focus. "How's your aim?", he asks, his eyes drifting to a gun in the floorboard of the police car, hoping hers follow as well. "I can pry the caging back if you reach down and can grab it."

Sidney kept her eyes between both shrouded figure and gun, form tense, yet focused.

" As sharp as the end of a razor. " Came a hushed response, nodding in agreement to the plan.

This was the last thing she wanted to deal with, but whoever was behind the mask brought them here. they sounded like Dewey.

But it wasn't, It couldn't be right? that was the scary part.

Though there were things only Dewey would know when she was suspicious, asking various questions prior to falling for the trap meant for her.

How would the person behind the mask know such small details only she had shared with Dewey?

She supposed Jeff's stubbornness to follow her could save her life, Sidney quickly snapped out of her thoughts, crawling down under the caging to grab the gun that laid under it. " We need something to distract them, so we could sneak out and I can try and ambush them when they're not paying attention- "

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Jeff smiles at her response, knowing her skill mut making sure she felt confident, given the situation. "Atta-girl."

He looks around for a moment, studying his surroundings, looking for something to help, then he remembers his knife. Lifting his boot up to his knee, he pulls it out from the leg of the leather article.

"This may be risky, but..." he trails off as he cringes, remembering his years back in Ormond, training to defend himself against the gang from his school.

Tightening his grip on the knife, he readies himself to smash the window before turning back up to Sidney, a stern look on his face.

"I can distract him while you take aim," he puts his hand lightly on her cheek, stroking with his thumb, shaking his head with a grin. "He won't be the first masked freak I've had to keep at bay."

[bamsidsuperbitch]

If it wasn't for the current life or death situation she might've just internally melted then and there.

A silent nod, focusing on the masked assailant's leg, she didn't want to kill them, not unless she had to.

She'll bring them down for the count then call the authorities.

Sure, they might pass it off as a simple actor on set, practicing for their role, but the person chased them and no one else but her and Jeff were here.

Not to mention, it was a movie about her life, she'd assume they'd take her seriously.

And if they asked, she had the recording on her phone, it was a part of her job as a crisis councilor to have a recorded line for quality service or however they put it. She deleted the personal calls between family and friends and sent the clients' to the company to keep track for her job.

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With a swift motion, Jeff slams the base of the knife through the window, shattering it so he could open the door from the outside. As he gets out, he steadies himself, staying close to the car with the knife turned blade-down in his hand.

Breathing softly to not obstruct his hearing, the soft squish of leather boots against the wet asphalt as the cloaked attacker draws closer. Raising his knife, he whirls quickly, putting a little more of his weight into his swing.

*THWACK*

His hand makes contact with the pasty silicone facade, causing the figure to stumble back in pain.

Obviously enraged, the masked man swings his blade at Jeff, who quickly grabs the hand and brings his head forward into the other's. The assailant takes his free hand and swings it to make contact with Jeff's ear, causing it to ring as he winces in pain.

Even though the killer was smaller than him, they did pack a punch. He shifts his gaze to Sidney, whose eyes are focused intently on the other, gun in hand.

Jeff grins at her and nods, quickly turning to the other, his grip still firm on their wrist. "You're about to know what real pain is, asshole."

[bamsidsuperbitch]

Jeff turns quickly to Sidney, breathing through the feeling of unease, trying to maintain composure. The cloaked figure is just outside, and he needed to get a grip; he needed to focus. "How's your aim?", he asks, his eyes drifting to a gun in the floorboard of the police car, hoping hers follow as well. "I can pry the caging back if you reach down and can grab it."

Sidney kept her eyes between both shrouded figure and gun, form tense, yet focused.

" As sharp as the end of a razor. " Came a hushed response, nodding in agreement to the plan.

This was the last thing she wanted to deal with, but whoever was behind the mask brought them here. they sounded like Dewey.

But it wasn't, It couldn't be right? that was the scary part.

Though there were things only Dewey would know when she was suspicious, asking various questions prior to falling for the trap meant for her.

How would the person behind the mask know such small details only she had shared with Dewey?

She supposed Jeff's stubbornness to follow her could save her life, Sidney quickly snapped out of her thoughts, crawling down under the caging to grab the gun that laid under it. " We need something to distract them, so we could sneak out and I can try and ambush them when they're not paying attention- "

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Jeff smiles at her response, knowing her skill mut making sure she felt confident, given the situation. "Atta-girl."

He looks around for a moment, studying his surroundings, looking for something to help, then he remembers his knife. Lifting his boot up to his knee, he pulls it out from the leg of the leather article.

"This may be risky, but..." he trails off as he cringes, remembering his years back in Ormond, training to defend himself against the gang from his school.

Tightening his grip on the knife, he readies himself to smash the window before turning back up to Sidney, a stern look on his face.

"I can distract him while you take aim," he puts his hand lightly on her cheek, stroking with his thumb, shaking his head with a grin. "He won't be the first masked freak I've had to keep at bay."

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Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

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(Please specify in the ask which muse.)

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[devilsrph-deactivated20250803]

† 𝙲𝙾𝚆𝙱𝙾𝚈 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 sentence starters ... featuring 60 sentence starters with some nice bit of western wisdom on the side. please use as purposed, do not replicate or alter for any reason. this is likely one part of many. enjoy!

“ a man’s gotta know when to ride and when to stay. ” “ this life don’t owe you nothin’. you earn it. ” “ a promise ain't as good as a handshake. ” “ a gun’s only as dangerous as the man holdin’ it. ” “ out here, it ain’t about what you take. it’s what you leave behind. ” “ never draw unless you intend to shoot. ” “ trust is harder to earn than gold, and far easier to lose. ” “ a man’s past follows him like a hound. ” “ in the end, we all answer to the same dirt. ” “ the only law out here is what you make of it. ” “ a man’s only as good as his word. ” “ the trail don’t ride itself. ” “ never rush a horse or a decision. ” “ hard times don’t last, but hard men do. ” “ there’s no shame in starting over. ” “ the earth don’t care about your troubles. ” “ water’s worth more than gold in a dry season. ” “ a quiet man sees more than a loud one. ” “ ride slow, and you’ll get there faster. ” “ a kind word can mend fences better than a hammer. ” “ luck favors the prepared. ” “ the sun don’t wait for nobody. ” “ the hard times teach patience, and they teach pain. ” “ sometimes, the bravest thing is to walk away. ” “ there ain't a gun out there more dangerous than the man wielding it. ” “ don’t trust a man who won’t look you in the eye. ” “ every storm runs out of rain. ” “ revenge is best left to the fools. ” “ a man with nothin’ to lose is a man to fear. ” “ the desert has no mercy, and neither should you. ” “ you can’t outrun your past. ” “ home ain’t a place — it’s what waits for you. ” “ the biggest risk is not takin’ one. ” “ not all treasure is buried in the ground. ” “ there’s always someone faster. ” “ a horse knows the rider’s heart. ” “ the sun rises for sinners and saints all the same. ” “ a fence keeps out trouble — until it doesn’t. ” “ courage is being scared and saddling up anyway. ” “ even a cactus blooms if you give it time. ” “ a man’s shadow follows him everywhere. ” “ out here, trust is worth more than silver. ” “ the wind carries whispers, but never secrets. ” “ a fire can warm you or burn you. depends how close you get. ” “ don’t dig a well too shallow, or a grave too deep. ” “ every sunset is a reminder that nothing lasts forever. ” “ an empty saddle tells a story. ” “ you can mend a fence, but not a broken trust. ” “ never judge a man by his hat. ” “ out here, you make your own luck. ” “ a good dog is better company than most people. ” “ the river knows its way — follow it. ” “ you shouldn't spit into the wind. ” “ a sharp knife and a clear mind go a long way. ” “ the horizon is closer than you think. ” “ sometimes the quiet nights are the ones you remember most. ” “ every man has a story. ” “ don’t pick a fight you ain’t ready to finish. ” “ sometimes, you gotta ride alone. ” “ the road home is the longest one. ”

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Even though Talion is from the LotR universe, since I have his main verse as DBD, I had a couple of headcanons related to him in the Dead by Daylight universe:

1 - Out of the other survivors, Talion would personally connect to those like Baermar and Aestri (Due to their knowledge and history with elven magic, as well as the over-arching fantasy theme between the two universes of DnD and LotR.); Kate, with her demeanor reminding Talion of his deceased wife, Ioreth; and Nea, respecting her agility and knack for being able to sneak around the trial grounds and fall from great heights without injury.

2 - Now, when it comes to killers, there are three of which that he either is mortified by, or that he just has an immediate disdain for: Vecna, with his powers and motive akin to that of Sauron; Kazan, who bears resemblance, (especially in certain appearance brought on by the entity) to the Uruk-hai he's faced as a ranger; and lastly, Sally Smithson, with her quick "blinks" across the trial ground, as well as her shriek being ever-so-similar to that of the Nazgûl.

3 - Due to him being taken into the fog via the Entity's Ring, Talion never met Celebrimbor, never gaining his powers and elven abilities. He is more resilient than most survivors, having walked the line between death and undeath, and isn't afraid to come face-to-face with practically any killer. However, his strongest asset is his affinity for stealth, silently slinking around the trial grounds, carrying a trumpet of his homeland, Gondor, as a motivation for his fellow survivors. Using the horn, he can blow it to expedite tasks his comrades are trying to complete, at the risk of exposing himself due to the sound.

I'm really excited to explore writing his character more, and am even more excited to build his story with others!

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Taur na Eneth :: Main/DBD-verse for Talion "The Gravewalker"

The sound of wind howling in a spiraling storm floods Talion's ears as he begins to panic, grasping at his neck frantically. The realization hits: he's now in The Unseen, the realm between life and death, having witnessed the assassination of his family and the cutting of his own throat.

Suddenly, a ring appears before him, clanging lightly to the ground as if it were sent from the heavens. Stranger yet, the text on the ring did not align with any text he had seen in his days as a Ranger. Not Sindarin, nor black speech, nothing. However, he notes a black aura emitting from the metallic hoop, beckoning him to become its bearer.

In this state of despair, what choice did he have? He closes his eyes as he reluctantly puts his index finger through the opening, waiting for curiosity to be his undoing. Yet, when he opens his eyes, there is no longer the swirling storm of the wraith-realm... only the bodies of his family lying before him.

"Ioreth... I-" Before he can begin to mourn his love, the same black aura forms a mist-like substance as it spews from her mouth, engulfing the ground beneath his feet. Too quick for Talion to react, tendrils creep from the newly-formed fog and wrap around his frame, holding him still as it engulfs him entirely.

Struggling with all of his might, he's finally free from the eldritch horror, the darkness around him shifting as his eyes regain focus. A treeline, with the faint, orange hue of an open flame peeking between the trunks makes itself apparent to the ranger. He reaches to the dagger at his hip, ready for whatever lurks ahead as he slinks forward.

Approaching the clearing where the fire remains lit, he finds a group of individuals, each in unique attire he assumes is not of his world. Talion makes his presence known, removing his hand from the blade as he stands tall, the eyes of each new face focusing on him. No one utters a word, but one thing was evident...

This is not Middle Earth, and Many trials lie ahead.