The hermit

NINAH rp blog

[lonliness-and-isolation]

" I don't owe you anything about myself... Just come in... "

Roleplay account for The Homeowner from NINAH!!!

INFORMATION :

Name: [REDACTED] Known as: "The Hermit", "Homeowner" Age: early 40s Gender: male Height: around 185cm Species: human..? Find out more by interaction and roleplay!!!

ooc: this is a fanonized/hc based version of the protagonist. Some things will purposely not be true to canon but overall he's still the same

HOUSE RESIDENTS - INVENTORY

RULES:

- suggestive and/or flirty asks are okay (but don't expect alot from THIS guy) but avoid anything NSFW. Just remember that even though this is roleplay you're still talking to a real person. - canon x canon / oc x canon is okay BUT AGAIN don't expect alot - any physical alterations (hair, beating him up, killing him) will be reset and won't stay unless I decide so. This does not include gifted items/trinkets. - keep in mind mod is NOT this mean and be nice to him (he's trying)

Also PLEASE look at my dni list before interacting.

MOD INFO:

// hi you may already know me, I'm Ryan and I started Chainsmoker's and now this blog to battle with my severe anxiety and to get to know people with the same interest as me (I'm not very social). I go by He / It and you can find more info about me if you're curious on my main's intro post.

I also run @lungcancer-onitsway as I already mentioned. My reblog account which I like/follow with is @epicgamercore and my ACTUAL main is @notepicgamercore that I post my art and other stuff on. If you wanna directly interact with me (outside of roleplay related things) send an ask to my MAIN.

Also I apologize for my VERY UNSTEADY reply schedule and the loosy goosy quality of resonses, sometimes I'm just not in a roleplay mood or going through personal things.

IMPORTANT:

I am well aware of the ocs that had lore with the previous hermit(s) but he has no relation to them. Idrc if they get brought up just be aware he's completely separate. Other homeowner blogs can also interact but it will be pretty funny if that happens.

THIS BLOG ONLY FUNCTIONS IF PEOPLE INTERACT. SO INTERACT.

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// slowly trying to reply to people currently even though I'm in pain

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It was still early enough in the night that they could return to the public restroom where they'd been sheltering in recently despite the fact it was, admittedly, quite a treck to the fabled man's house. His feet hurt with a dull ache, as did his hips and back. Perhaps this "home owner " would have somewhere nicer than concrete for them to sleep?

Its satchel bag was slung over their shoulder, cat backpack on their back. The children were settled nicely, enjoying the cooler night air. Snote perched on their cap, Bronwyn on his shoulder and Pepper on its hand.

"Ba bum ba ba bum, bum bum."

He knocked in time with the sounds, rapping his knuckles against the wood firmly, then waited almost expectantly for something to happen. The pigeons all focused their attention on the door too, dark little eyes moving to stare at the peep hole. Or perhaps, what was behind it.

"..."

He stared at the man, or more at his... Children. Does he really want those things near him?

"Are those birds? You're carrying birds around?"

He asked without any proper introduction. He never cared to get to know his guests anyway so why bother now?

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// okay seriously SORRY for no posting this has been a hell of a week (and even before.........) so hopefully I can go back to roleplay now or soon

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(the woman stumbled onto the hermit’s porch, dead exhausted. It was a long day of scavenging, and the school was too far for her to make it in time before the sun rose. All she hoped was for some rest, or at least a bit of down time, before heading out again. She knocked gingerly, back hunched and arms locked to her chest. Hell the knock barely making a sound. Please please let this not be another empty house. By now she was getting impatient with the amount of empty but visitor-induced houses)

“..I uhm.. is… anyone h-here? I uhm.. fuck… I’m over talking..”

[I FINALLY MADE MY ASK THERE OML😭 this feels so ass what the balls]

-🌀 (@spiraling-thoughts-and-hope)

He looked through the peephole like usual. At least now he has an excuse for saying up all night. Not like anyone ever cared, but it felt better to tell this to himself. He stared at the particularly interesting looking woman (at least to his standards) before muttering out his usual gibberish.

"Could've knocked a little louder. You're lucky my ears still work."

He said in his monotone, but more gently quiet tone. It was probably a smug joke but the lack of emotion just made him sound weird. Which was not too far from the truth, believe it or not.

"Didn't think my house looked that abandoned for this to be even asked."

He added once more. Either he was being an asshole or his mind didn't work properly to process why that's been asked, it didn't really matter.

[spiraling-thoughts-and-hope]

”…ah. S-sorry. I guess not.”

(She mumbled, suddenly becoming a bit stiff as she shifted her weight from one foot to another as she adjusted her belt bag. Don’t get nervous. You’ve done this multiple times! The hermit’s monotone voice wasn’t really helping much with her anxiousness, but she’ll still have to make do)

“…but uhm.. can I come in? I…”

(Spiral trailed off, mumbling something under her breath, staring into the peephole waiting for a response. Huh. Guess she was done talking)

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He was contemplating on his choice. The woman looked a little bit.. In despair. If he didn't let her in she'd probably die out there, no house was really near. He can't leave a woman out there to die. For some, strange but also not, reason that's how his values worked. A tad bit questionable nowdays but he clearly wasn't "nowdays" even for his time!

"I don't know, can you?"

He responded just to give himself more time to think. He would feel some sort of resemblance of guilt regardless of who he denied but for female looking individuals, or hell, even kids that feeling was significantly more painful. He stayed silent for a little more to maybe get more words out of the other.

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<a knock with no rhythm begs for attention, sharp and loud, and by the way it simply won’t stop, whoever lies waiting behind the peephole is determined to get in. They only let up at the sound of footsteps shuffling outside their field view, as the hermit approaches.>

Heyy- er- mighty sorry t’ be a hassle, but y’see, the sun’ll be up an’ I- uhh- well, I- …you wouldn’t mind company for a jus’ night surely? Aha.. I’ll be out of your hair quick, I promise!

<glaring directly into the peephole, stands a horribly scruffy young man, clad in enough dirt to plant a nicely-sized garden. He offers a smile to accompany his awkward laughter, though it comes across more smug than charming.>

—🪙 // system reset I guess let’s try it ALL again from the top 🥰

He stood at the door for a moment. The man looked... Rough but nothing intimidating for sure. He already let in many people and he was starting to get anxious if he even made the right choice.. But out of everyone, someone like this can't be a "visitor", right? He had to put his worried thoughts aside and actually start talking

"You're eager. Did everyone else reject you?"

He replied in a slightly mocking tone. But he really did wonder "why were so many people coming to his house out of all the others"? He thought townsfolk wasn't fond of him. Either way, he wasn't sure what to do with this guy.

[carrying-coins]

…No. <clearly a lie, by the way they shift on their feet.> Why, do I seem awful rejectible? Or too good t’ be true maybe? Haha… such an honor t’ have me as a guest, you jus’ can’t believe it?

<they grimace briefly at their poor prods at humour, clearly as unmoved as he is by their own shoddy performance. It’d be a relief to them all if he shut his mouth for a moment. He refocuses his gaze on the door again after a moment, lips pursed tightly.>

Er- sorry, aha… Seriously, I’ll be quick.. <it doesn’t necessarily matter how quickly he’s gone from the hermits house. What really matters is how dangerous he may prove to be. Looks can be deceiving, can’t they?> I’ve got some stuff, if you’d like t’ take a look… once you let me in?

<he smiles hopefully at him. If the bag strapped over his shoulder is anything to go by, he certainly has got some “stuff”, but whether or not this “stuff” is actually useful is debatable.>

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"Oh so I will only know if I got ripped off once you come in? You know I have a gun."

He calmly threatened. He loved his weapon privilege maybe a little too much. The thought of having his machine that can end most people's lives in just one shot gave him a certain type of.. Excitement. Whether it was in a good or a bad way is debatable to say the least.

"I'll blow your head off, don't push my buttons."

A little cocky but he was also a bit scared, scared about this person's honesty. He was always scared. Probably even way before the cataclysm. There's a reason for why he had so much food stored down in the attic. Paranoid.

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He slowly walks up to hermit trying not to spook him

"Hey I don't mean to snoop but... you never open your bedroom curtain. Now I know I shouldn't have been in there but why are they always closed?."

He stand oddly picking at his skin and not making eye contact waiting for a response.

@tattootweakerrpblog

//im so bad at rp guys forgive me pls 🥹🥹

He stared continuously without even blinking at the man. He stands tense, as always. He didn't seem to like hearing that getting brought up but he proceeded to answer anyway

"Been here since I was a kid. Childhood home comes with many memories. Sometimes unwanted ones."

Pretty cryptic. He kept it vague on purpose, up to the other's interpretation. Then he looked back and forth at the wall and the guy before huffing

"Don't go near my room. It's mine for a reason. I thought that was obvious."

He switched up the monotone tone to a more frustrated one now. He likes his privacy, and when it's broken he feels discomfort almost immediately.

[tattootweakerrpblog]

He ripped off a peice of skin and bled a little but it didn’t seems to bother him he just kept anxiously picking

“Yeah I’m.. I’m really sorry I was just looking for something I really need and I just got curious I, I won’t go I there again and don’t worry I didn’t touch anything.”

He looks down at the floor in guilt still being anxious and continuously picking his hands

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"Hm. There's nothing to touch anyway. If you were there you clearly saw it's near empty."

He went back to his usual attitude. He wasn't lying though, it was quite empty. The house as a whole didn't feel very.. lived in. It almost looked more like something you'd see in a dream than reality. Maybe he didn't see it as home, or was just really boring.

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•|Ah Yes, Cheonmi, Found Dead In A River 5-6 Years Ago, In The News And Newspaper, So Anyone With A Brain Would Know Something Is Off When She's Knocking On Your Door|•

✿~•"May I Come In Sir?"•~✿

-

{{~° @mrscheonmi °~}}

"..."

He was too busy staring at the very unusual attire the person had. What was this? A costume? This man indeed not pay attention to the news before the cataclysm.

"Why do you look like that?"

pretty blunt, but not unexpected from him. Who knows, maybe he didn't even realize how rude that sounded

[nowusuck]

✿~•"Uhh.. Because I'm Not Wearing A Full On Oiron Outfit During The Apocalypse Now Am I?"•~✿

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"... Why should I trust you?"

He sounded (while still monotone as always) a bit suspicious.

[nowusuck]

✿~•"I Can Cook"•~✿

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"I can too. Doesn't make you special."

[nowusuck]

✿~•"Mhm.. And What Can You Cook? Overcooked Craft Mac N Cheese."•~✿

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"You're not being very convincing, you know."

[nowusuck]

✿~•"I Have Uh.. A Bottle Of Wine.. If You Let Me In You Can Have It"•~✿

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"I don't drink wine. What do you take me for?"

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“…uh.”

• The man looks down, checking himself over. His strapped arms make it difficult.

“See, I’d check my pants or jacket but I kinda…can’t. I’m confident that I don’t have anything on me. Nothing at all! You can even see me yourself!”

—🌿

He sighed. He really didn't know if he wanted this man in. He already let so many people in! One loss wouldn't hurt, right?

"..."

"I don't know, man."

He said back vaguely. Not giving an actual an answer for his choice. Probably because he didn't knew either.

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Your avoiding the lady luck roleplay aren't you..

// no I still also have to also respond to Spiral, 🌿, and Artie I'm just very slow with replies because of my mental state and just general exhaustion.

I put alot of time into some replies so I can't do them all in one go

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(the woman stumbled onto the hermit’s porch, dead exhausted. It was a long day of scavenging, and the school was too far for her to make it in time before the sun rose. All she hoped was for some rest, or at least a bit of down time, before heading out again. She knocked gingerly, back hunched and arms locked to her chest. Hell the knock barely making a sound. Please please let this not be another empty house. By now she was getting impatient with the amount of empty but visitor-induced houses)

“..I uhm.. is… anyone h-here? I uhm.. fuck… I’m over talking..”

[I FINALLY MADE MY ASK THERE OML😭 this feels so ass what the balls]

-🌀 (@spiraling-thoughts-and-hope)

He looked through the peephole like usual. At least now he has an excuse for saying up all night. Not like anyone ever cared, but it felt better to tell this to himself. He stared at the particularly interesting looking woman (at least to his standards) before muttering out his usual gibberish.

"Could've knocked a little louder. You're lucky my ears still work."

He said in his monotone, but more gently quiet tone. It was probably a smug joke but the lack of emotion just made him sound weird. Which was not too far from the truth, believe it or not.

"Didn't think my house looked that abandoned for this to be even asked."

He added once more. Either he was being an asshole or his mind didn't work properly to process why that's been asked, it didn't really matter.

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He slowly walks up to hermit trying not to spook him

"Hey I don't mean to snoop but... you never open your bedroom curtain. Now I know I shouldn't have been in there but why are they always closed?."

He stand oddly picking at his skin and not making eye contact waiting for a response.

@tattootweakerrpblog

//im so bad at rp guys forgive me pls 🥹🥹

He stared continuously without even blinking at the man. He stands tense, as always. He didn't seem to like hearing that getting brought up but he proceeded to answer anyway

"Been here since I was a kid. Childhood home comes with many memories. Sometimes unwanted ones."

Pretty cryptic. He kept it vague on purpose, up to the other's interpretation. Then he looked back and forth at the wall and the guy before huffing

"Don't go near my room. It's mine for a reason. I thought that was obvious."

He switched up the monotone tone to a more frustrated one now. He likes his privacy, and when it's broken he feels discomfort almost immediately.

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“It’s…a long story. Too long for me to tell you at the door, at least. Come on- there’s those things out here.”

• The man smiles, trying to be reassuring.

“I don’t bite. I promise! I’m actually quite nice. Please... uh.. spare me a moment?”

—🌿

"You're not very convincing."

He was unsure. Quite unsure. But.. Judging based off looks is exactly what the television says. And he sure is not one of those gullible morons to believe everything the magic box says. He's not an idiot!

"... Do you have anything on you...?"

Really? That's what determines his choice? He wants to get bribed? Well, at least if he does he'll have something to keep even if it results in a corpse soon or never. At least that would be totally worth it

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<a knock with no rhythm begs for attention, sharp and loud, and by the way it simply won’t stop, whoever lies waiting behind the peephole is determined to get in. They only let up at the sound of footsteps shuffling outside their field view, as the hermit approaches.>

Heyy- er- mighty sorry t’ be a hassle, but y’see, the sun’ll be up an’ I- uhh- well, I- …you wouldn’t mind company for a jus’ night surely? Aha.. I’ll be out of your hair quick, I promise!

<glaring directly into the peephole, stands a horribly scruffy young man, clad in enough dirt to plant a nicely-sized garden. He offers a smile to accompany his awkward laughter, though it comes across more smug than charming.>

—🪙 // system reset I guess let’s try it ALL again from the top 🥰

He stood at the door for a moment. The man looked... Rough but nothing intimidating for sure. He already let in many people and he was starting to get anxious if he even made the right choice.. But out of everyone, someone like this can't be a "visitor", right? He had to put his worried thoughts aside and actually start talking

"You're eager. Did everyone else reject you?"

He replied in a slightly mocking tone. But he really did wonder "why were so many people coming to his house out of all the others"? He thought townsfolk wasn't fond of him. Either way, he wasn't sure what to do with this guy.

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// sorry for the slow replies, the only time I'm peaceful enough to have the ability to write these responses is at like 3 in the morning 🤞🤞🤞 but hey it's totalllyyyyy worth it because I'm a GOOD roleplayer who roleplays GOOD and he's not BORING💸💸💸💸💎💎💎💎💎💎

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INVENTORY:

-A gun -Kombucha [ 3 ] [ 1 from Stoner, 1 from Radio Host ] -A pack of cigarettes [ from Tattoo Tweaker ] -Bober Černý [ 10 ]

[ basically everything he owns / has on on himself. Updates everytime he gets a gift or a bribe (or uses up something). ]

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*The knocking at the door was authoritarian and loud.

Behind the door, a man in hazmat wearing a gaz mask... And a sniper gun.*

- Good evening.

//Having fun with a rebooted Ilya so shhh let's pretend we dont know each other ~

@not-a-ex-fema-i-swear ☣️

"Oh God... Not one of these guys..."

He muttered to himself and pinched his nose in frustration before answering

"... Good evening, sir..."

He sighed out

"What can I help you with..?"

[not-a-ex-fema-i-swear]

- Routine inspection. We are making a round around this area.

*The voice behind the mask was muffled and tired, but the sniper gun prevented the F.E.M.A officier to be taken as a joke.*

- We are going to request help from our citizens, to ensure maximum security in this sector... Help us help you.

*Blablabla... A nice little speech known by heart. Where was this going ?*

- We need to take someone back to our base for testing.

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"... Fuck..."

He muttered quietly again. He wasn't a big fan of anyone here, hell, he'd never even approach them in normal circumstances.. But you know what they say: an enemy of my enemy is a friend.

"I- I don't have anyone. Do I look like someone who'd let people in my house? I thought my title was known around the whole town!"

He lied confidently. I mean... He was the "hermit". It wouldn't be surprising for someone like him to be so stubborn to not let people near him even if his life depends on it.

"What? You're gonna take me?"

He asked sarcastically. He really wanted this agent off his back right now.