All That We See or Seem is a Dream Within a Dream.

Bloodborne OC RP Blog for Ahristotle. 18+/gore content may occur. Crossover friendly. Please Read the Rules before Interaction. Please at least skim through the backstory.

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// I’ll be working on replies tonight.

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// ok never mind my inspiration just flew out the window ¯\_(° ͜ʖ °)_/¯

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tagged by: @executionersghost tagging: @pumpkin-alice

chibi maker

I made a few since there isn’t much explaination on what Ahristotle’s father looks like.

Here’s young, farmer Ralmonstien:

and older Ralmonstien:

Then here is Ahristotle and his twin brother Alaxandre:

I went a little over the top with Alaxandre because he’s a very religious man. Did my best to make the Choir outfit in this thing..

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// I’ll be working on replies tonight.

[scruffyturtles]

Needless to say it was my first and last time summoning Alfred. 

[chystyylikarkrovi]

Claire winced a little at the frigid muck and tried to suppress her chills. She’d be lying if she said there wasn’t any hint of guilt, but at least he didn’t appear too bothered. That’s what she hoped, anyway.

“Ah…Claire.” She responded. “I cannot remember my maiden name in the midst of transfusions. And my married name…I’d rather not have much to do with it.” Her words fell to a mutter as the other corpses began to crawl forth.

Ahris pondered a moment if he could just avoid the rotting corpses instead of swinging his hammer and possibly loosing grip on the girl. He made a low grumbling noise in his throat as he thought over the situation and set his weapon down. Unsheathing the sword within the hammer he spoke up once more. “Then do not think of it. Remembrance is only pain.”

He laid a hand over her lap again to keep her on his shoulder as he swung his sword at the crawling deformities. Each blow was a hard strike to their weak points, and they went down without much of a fight.

[magodayushigemori]

shaving newcommer’s eyebrows to add to Mensis but he is choir intelligencer

[chystyylikarkrovi]

“You look like you needed one.” (From Claire of executionersghost)

Ahris looked down at her in surprise and awkwardly shifted his weight. He gave her a pat on the head and looked around. 

“Uh, thank you..”

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“Oh! Dear sir-“ she started to protest. “I am very sure I can walk. It’s likely just to be a little cold…” she trailed off, already shivering in her coat as it was. She briefly wondered if she even could argue with him.

Cheeks still flushing red under her scarf, she tried shifting her weight every now and then to make it easier for him. And after a few moments of silence, she gathered the nerve to speak again. “May I uh…at least know your name, dear sir?”

[chystyylikarkrovi]

Ahris was very focused on minding his steps and didn’t bother responding to her at first. Before he even could, he saw something move under the muck. He held onto her legs and shifted his body to over hand swing the hammer down onto the living, rotted corpse. Mud and blood splashed every which way, but the beastly creature was no longer moving. He stood back up straight, slowly, and swung the hulking weapon back over his shoulder. “Ahristotle Charinsk, and your name?” He spoke as if the attack did not even happen, or as if it were as minuscule as swatting a fly. Not showing any sign of concern over it or the reanimating corpses slowly coming up from the ground.

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Continued….

@executionersghost

She squeaked softly as she was grabbed, more out of surprise than anything. She assumed most hunters to be gruff, yet he seemed…kind in a way. Quick to help, at the very least.

“Thank you, kindly.” She said, her cheeks burning a little. “I am usually more prepared, but it seems I had underestimated these woods after such rains.”

She frowned slightly as she spoke, for she had long ago lost feeling in her feet on account of her mud-caked boots. “And I suppose it only gets worse up ahead?”

Ahris stood up straight and squinted off into the distance for a moment then looked back to the woman to give a nod in response. “Probably flooded up ahead.” Then he looked back up ahead instead of looking at her.

He gave a deep huff of air as he shifted his hammer better on his shoulder and offered a free hand to her. “I will take you.”

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She shivered slightly. Oh fantastic. God knows it was likely cold too. Everything was always cold. She truthfully should’ve turned back the moment the ground had started squelching beneath her feet, but she was running a favor for a favor and therefore wouldn’t be deterred so easily.

Her attention was soon drawn to the hunter. Was he displeased? She tensed slightly. Then, as he offered her hand to her, she stared at him with a mix of gratitude and disbelief. “You would? Truly? I…thank you.” She breathed.

Yet she hesitated for a moment before gently placing her hand just so his grip would rest on her arm rather than on her wrist or fingers.

“I do hope this isn’t too troublesome.” She said, her gaze going towards the ground.

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“Pardon me, once more.” He spoke before crouching down to pick her up and help hoist her onto his left shoulder. He stood back up with a heavy huff. The extra weight of her was nothing, but swinging his hammer with one arm was going to be cumbersome and he could feel that already. 

With a crack of his neck he set out through the swampy mud with a damsel perched on his shoulder like a bird. It wasn’t too hard for him to walk through it, he had worn boots for this reason after all, and his legs were long enough to have the wider strides needed to make it through. He really did hope there was nothing in the sludge ahead, but he knew better now to know that would be very unlikely. So he kept his keen eye open and on strong guard. His body was tense, because of this, all muscles in his shoulders flexed involuntarily and ready to strike or hold onto the woman when needed.

[beasts-and-beasts]

Gascoigne stands at his door, fist held before it and ready to knock. He figures the boy could still be in bad sorts after last night, but since he’s not in the sewer where they last met, he’s most likely returned home.

Three heavy knocks against the door. “Boy?” Hopefully, he wasn’t found by a straggling something.

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There was a very long silence before the door finally opened a crack. The young, broken hearted man looked up tired and miserably up at the Father. He doesn’t say anything, there is too large a lump in his throat caused by the same reason his eyes were a puffy red. Instead he waits for any further conversation between the two.

[motherofwolvesdz]

Gehrman the First Hunter

[chystyylikarkrovi]

Continued....

@executionersghost

She squeaked softly as she was grabbed, more out of surprise than anything. She assumed most hunters to be gruff, yet he seemed…kind in a way. Quick to help, at the very least.

“Thank you, kindly.” She said, her cheeks burning a little. “I am usually more prepared, but it seems I had underestimated these woods after such rains.”

She frowned slightly as she spoke, for she had long ago lost feeling in her feet on account of her mud-caked boots. “And I suppose it only gets worse up ahead?”

Ahris stood up straight and squinted off into the distance for a moment then looked back to the woman to give a nod in response. “Probably flooded up ahead.” Then he looked back up ahead instead of looking at her.

He gave a deep huff of air as he shifted his hammer better on his shoulder and offered a free hand to her. “I will take you.”

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