Corvo Attano

This is a roleplay and ask blog for Corvo Attano from the game Dishonored. I track the tag "dishonoredattano"

[landstriderdovahkiin]

"What path will you choose Corvo?"

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[dishonoredattano]

"It is not you that is at risk. My brother aided you and should they find out what he has done.." Worse things then what has been brought onto the Outsider may come to pass. He knows he is cunnning, and yet so is the Abbey. He is on his own in a den of wolves that will tear him to shreads if they discover his treason.

[dishonoredattano]

When he returns with fresh clothes and bandages, he cannot decide if he should be curious or sickened by how much glimmering blue blood there is in the water amongst the dirt and grime. Still, there is some which remains. There are few places upon him which are not bruised or cut, he observes as he drains the water from the tub, and refills it again, clean and the water gently steaming. His gear and coat has been left within his room, and he rolls up his sleeves to pick up a sponge, aiding him on his back where he could not reach. He recognizes the lashes brought on by whipping, of burns and cuts from a blade. There are several other wounds he cannot identify, and he is not sure if he wishes to hazard a guess. “What did they do to you?” He cannot restrain his inquiry any longer, and moves on from his back, to lathering shampoo in his hands, to washing the blood and grese from his hair.

[circumscribedvoid-blog]

There’s no move to cover up when Corvo renters or as the water is drained and the tub refilled. He gets busy using the soap to, again, clean his body and is pleased to see almost no blood diluting through the water. The pain still remains, lessened with the ache of exhaustion nipping at his heels.

The Outsider cannot remember the last time he slept without interruption. “Many things, no doubt similar to what they do at Coldridge and more.” There’s a strain in his voice that’s deeper than fatigue. He rolls his shoulders, wonders how many heretic brands Corvo can spy branded into his back above the water line. Thankfully, Corvo’s hands- and hopefully attention as well- move onto his hair.

He finds the motion of fingers through his hair soothing and with a heavy exhale, allows his shoulders to slump forward, and hangs his head.

[dishonoredattano]

Corvo has only seen the heretics brand applied once before, by his own hands. He averts his gaze, and in the back of his mind he can only hope that he will not see it again upon another.. he buries his fear. It will do him no good until it is safe to make contact again with the brother to whom the outsider owed much. When he finishes, Corvo aids him as is necessary, draining the tub and offering the fresh change of clothes he retrieved. It is a moderate improvement, being clean, and he needs only to convince the others he is an ally. He is one of the few he can fully trust. Only his bed resides in the attic, aside from a few pieces of furniture and an assortment of books. He does not mind him sleeping there, it is all he has to offer that is his own. At least for the time being. "You can rest now." And he extinguishes the candles once he is comfortable beneath the blankets. He is tired, but too restless to sleep.

[dishonoredattano]

They do not have much to offer, and he does not ask for more then what they have to spare. He holds gratitude Samuel does not ask many questions and did him the favor of giving him passage. The others will not go without wonder, however. He merely hopes none of them will wake as he fills the tub, closing the door near all the way to conceal the light of candleflames which he has lit. "I will find you something to change into." And he parts from his side once the water has filled, closing the door behind him.

[circumscribedvoid-blog]

Left to his own, the Outsider removes the stained clothing that was not even corporal several months ago, folding only the worn leather jacket he has grown fond of. The water bites into the still open cuts on his body, forcing him to grip the sides of the tub as he sinks into the warm bath. Relief only comes once he is settled, shoulder deep in the water.

He spends a long moment contemplating the various injuries he only knew by touch in the darkness off the room he was kept, dull gray eyes regarding them solemnly by candle light. He feels rather thin, comparing the jutting bones of his wrist to the image of a healthy arm in his mind’s eye. While Corvo is away he will wash out the grime from his wounds, hiding pained hisses in sharp exhales, turning the clean river water dark with filth. It hurts, but nowhere on the magnitude he’s felt already and the tenderness of his flesh is discounted outright.

[dishonoredattano]

When he returns with fresh clothes and bandages, he cannot decide if he should be curious or sickened by how much glimmering blue blood there is in the water amongst the dirt and grime. Still, there is some which remains. There are few places upon him which are not bruised or cut, he observes as he drains the water from the tub, and refills it again, clean and the water gently steaming. His gear and coat has been left within his room, and he rolls up his sleeves to pick up a sponge, aiding him on his back where he could not reach. He recognizes the lashes brought on by whipping, of burns and cuts from a blade. There are several other wounds he cannot identify, and he is not sure if he wishes to hazard a guess. "What did they do to you?" He cannot restrain his inquiry any longer, and moves on from his back, to lathering shampoo in his hands, to washing the blood and grese from his hair.

[dishonoredattano]

They do not have much to offer, and he does not ask for more then what they have to spare. He holds gratitude Samuel does not ask many questions and did him the favor of giving him passage. The others will not go without wonder, however. He merely hopes none of them will wake as he fills the tub, closing the door near all the way to conceal the light of candleflames which he has lit. "I will find you something to change into." And he parts from his side once the water has filled, closing the door behind him.

[dishonoredattano]

It is understandable, and he pushes the questions of how he will aid him in returning to the void to the back of his mind. Those who loathe him will seek him out once again, he has little doubts of such. Emily is his priority, ad should the Abbey coming for him put her at risk.. his choice was not one of debate. With care, he aided Samuel in tying the boat before kneeling to carry him. No being deserves to face such torture, and he half wonders if it is the first time men have torn into his flesh, it it is the first time he has been inflicted such a great deal of pain. The darkness within the stairwell quells his thoughts, as he moves slow and steady upwards to not cause further harm. "Do you wish to sleep or bathe?" Regardless of his power, he will not chance the others seeing him bloodied as he is. It would be best tended to before morning, lest Emily see him.

[dishonoredattano]

maybe PTSD

That is a possibility, espically in high chaos.

[inboxideas]

What mental health disorder could you see my character being diagnosed with?

[dishonoredattano]

Sweet Slumber

[dishonoredattano]

It is from one of one of the pouches of his belt hung by the nightstand he draws a small jar. He twists it open easily enough, and the salve inside smells of herbs that are not native to Dunwall. Perhaps it is not truly necessary, but he feels a faint wonder akin to that he had once possessed years ago. "I once spent a good deal of time upon ships.." And such had been long ago, long before he had come to Dunwall. Still he cannot help but to think back, with both curiously and half musing over old memories. "Many men claim to have seen the Leviathan. And yet you appear as a man to only a few. Why?"

[aestusincerti]

dishonoredattano replied to your post:{If a new species of aquatic vampires springs up,…

[I had a dream about something like this once and it worries me.]

{I’m more tempted to ask than I probably should be.}

[dishonoredattano]

[We were having a family reunion and the apocalypse happened. And by apocalypse I mean that the everything was flooded and we were watching the news waiting to find out when it would be over. There were vampire fish outside the window. And a vampire stingray latched onto the window and asdfghjkl that was fucking creepy. Also there were vampire dinosaurs under the water too.

I have weird fucking dreams 100% of the time don't judge me too hard.

[dishonoredattano]

Alright, I've got down a list of things I owe, including asks, I am working on them. Please forgive me if I'm slow.

[dishonoredattano]

Sweet Slumber

[dishonoredattano]

Had it not been him, it may very well as easily have been Emily.. recently awakened from a bad dream. “Must I remind you of what happened last time?” I will not always be around to save you, or to be your source of amusement.” He shifts slow, with care not to further put pressure upon the injury. The light is dim, but a sudden annoyance, and he feels a sense of relief upon extinguishing the flame of the candle.

[circumscribedvoid-blog]

That is a touchy subject and buys Corvo a minutes or two of silence as the Outsider feels half healed burns on his knuckles and palms. “Then why should I not spend as much time as possible here?” The Outsider does not rise but he has shifted from sitting at the foot of Corvo’s bed to standing besides it, leaning over so he can look the man in the eye.

"It will be a terribly boring world without you in it."

[dishonoredattano]

Corvo does not fully know all they had done to him, but he knows he carries his own share of scars after his ordeal. He has never understood his interest, but a companion lurking alongside him in the shadows has never been a negative. Slowly, he rises within his bed and takes one of his hands, observing the scars upon skin, he still finds a sense of unnerve that such harm could be brought upon a being of power like him. "There are ways to heal them so that the scars are less visible. If you would allow me."

[dishonoredattano]

"Strange dreams of the void aside, and unstable powers, well enough." The months had treated him decently, if it were not for the lack of a presence lurking in the dark and within his dreams. Martin had been the first to pass on word of a high security prisoner that few spoke of. Yet he had known, and it had taken some preperation for the right opportunity.. or more so, to seek the aid of the only one who could assist him. Still, he held reief when the hound pits was at last in sight again, the night had been long enough. He had his doubts they would return so easily, beforehand. Getting inside was a far different matter and task. "Do you need assistance?" Still looking half ill, Corvo held doubts. As well as questions, he was far from a mere man.. and only he knew how far his connection with the void had been severed.

[dishonoredattano]

Sweet Slumber

[dishonoredattano]

Do not speak of coldridge. So close he came to scolding, to pushing him away before he had the chance to settle himself at his bedside. He had spent too many years training to allow such a mere annoyance to affect him so deeply. Yet his presence crawled beneath his skin, drove a restlessness into him. “Of all the times you decide to step out of the void, why now?”

[circumscribedvoid-blog]

Discomfort, unease, fear— it crawls through Corvo’s skin like roaches and the Outsider is content to sit and watch the beating of the other’s heart rise. “Do you find my presence so unwelcome? I have done nothing but make idle conversation. You would be awake regardless.”

[dishonoredattano]

Had it not been him, it may very well as easily have been Emily.. recently awakened from a bad dream. "Must I remind you of what happened last time?" I will not always be around to save you, or to be your source of amusement." He shifts slow, with care not to further put pressure upon the injury. The light is dim, but a sudden annoyance, and he fees a sense of relief upon extinguishing the flame of the candle.

[dishonoredattano]

Sweet Slumber

[dishonoredattano]

Do not speak of coldridge. So close he came to scolding, to pushing him away before he had the chance to settle himself at his bedside. He had spent too many years training to allow such a mere annoyance to affect him so deeply. Yet his presence crawled beneath his skin, drove a restlessness into him. "Of all the times you decide to step out of the void, why now?"

[dishonoredattano]

Still working on things but I like the way this is turning out

[consultingcriminaltobe-deactiva]

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