( i fucked with forces that our eyes can't see ; now the darkness got a hold on me. )
🔦 mature indie rp blog for emerson ''ember'' martin ; original character based on the alan wake video game (the remedy connected universe) / small town horror genre ( tracking ; darknessxcursed) super slow replies. updating.
( i have seen what the darkness does ; say goodbye to who i was. )
( 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰 )
𖦹 𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 ''𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿'' 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻. 23. non-binary / demigirl. she/they ; born during the overlap/altered world event - born and raised in bright falls. journalism & art student at the university of washington ; member of the true crime club & paranormal investigator. ; infj-t - creative, overthinker, inflexible, hesitant, loner, adaptable, sensitive, truth-seeking, intuitive, moody. empath. parautilitarian.
( the truth is stranger than all my dreams ; oh the darkness got a hold on me. )
( 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 )
𖦹 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, covered in a green mantle of pines, in the midst of high mountains shrouded in mist - in the heart of darkness, the border between worlds is as thin as a spider's web. the d̴̲̟̪͍͔̔̓̌͠a̷̲̼͆̒͘r̵͉̳̩͍̝̼͛̾̎́̈̕ͅk̵̟͙̫͓̱͕͆̒͒̓̌̚̚n̶̺͇̝̹͑͑͘ẹ̷͎̠̬̐ͅs̵͚̤̐̈́̒̈́̆̊̈́̕͠s̴̗̜͇̝̙̕ hidden in the murky waters of the lake has given birth to a myth: about the filmmaker and his works, a legend of lovers lost in its depths, a story about a writer, whose magical words became reality. a mystery left behind. the truth waiting to be uncovered. almost a decade later, t̷̰̱̠͍̼͎̗̿͜ͅḣ̸̞̗̱̺̞̉́̒́͂̃̚̚e̴̫̰̯̼̣̜̯͑̿̂́̇̌̕͝ ̶͈́̀̾̽̏̌d̶̖̓̔a̵̢͖̹̼̹̖͎̺͈̐̈́́r̵̢̳̲̭̹̹̥̘͕̱̉͆̾̿͊k̸̨̛͔̰̳͈̬͍̬̆͆̓̈́̊́͗ ̴̛̯̙̖̝̩̽͒̒̉̌́̕͠͠ͅp̷͙̯̲̓͜ͅr̵̼͌e̴̛̘̘͍̗̲̞̼̤͓̬͛̀ŝ̶͚̇͋̆͐̕͝͝ͅḙ̸͎̩͔̭͉͕̑͗͐̀́̚͝͠ͅͅn̴͇̱̓͑̾̀c̴̯̤̞̱̻͓͍͌̆̇͘ę̷̙̥̦̯̣̥̑̋̉̆̾̑͗͘ͅ is reawakening ; creeping between the shadows , whispering deceiving words, painting dreams black & turning them into nightmares. ( it waited, waited, waited... ) evil has found a way in, a vessel for blackness, a mind to poison, poems to corrupt. ( dim the light, sow the dark! ) to reclaim what was taken. to claim what belonged to them. 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 has always felt drawn to all things unknown and unusual ; always knew something was lurking behind the veil of night. even in hazy childhood memories, ember remembers that the town they grow up was bizarre, and after dark, downright ghastly. do not leave the house after dark, always sleep with the light on ; do not trust the shadows in the forest, do not listen when the ancient pines whisper to you.do not swim in the lake when the silver moon shines in the dark blue sky; do not heed the deceptive song of the wind blowing between the mountain peaks - all these rules (superstitions) whispered, passed down from generation to generation, multi-generational wisdom - passed down to theirs mother, and told by her mother to them.
they always felt too much. ( they were not stalked by ghosts, they were haunted by echoes of the past - emotions, feelings, and sensations imprinted around them- every place, every person left a trace on very fabric of existence - like a brushstroke telling the story of what was, what was lost ; what has been bygone- but not for them . ember feels them - so intensely and so deeply. things that remain hidden to most people are visible to them - the concealed truth unveils like flowers in the morning opening up, touched by the first rays of the sun. a gift and a curse at the same time. ) WIP
.... it was supposed to be a chill trip,
is ready to uncover the legend
they told of monsters woven from pure shadows, of sentient darkness lurking at the edge of the light.
( oh, can’t you see, see the light is fading? and in the night the demons rage and call your name. )
(𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 )
empath (parautilitarian); a person who has an unusually strong ability to feel other people's emotional or mental states. aura reading ; the power to perceive and read auras. empathic echoes ; the ability to emotionally receive and send glimpses of memories, or mental imagery associated with certain emotional states current or past. psychometry ; the power to perceive the residual information of an object and/or person.
WIP.
