Meryk The Wanderer

Wandering Tarnished with no recollection of her past, wandering the Lands Between in search of its history. (Mainly Elden Ring, but all other FromSoft games are possible)

[merykthewanderer]

Rules

More about Meryk HERE!

This is an Independent Roleplaying Sideblog for my OC Meryk, mostly Elden ring Universe but can be exported to Dark Souls Universe too.

I am 25+, just so you know!

English is not my first language, so if my sentences seems weird it’s most likely that it sounded cool in my mind and the translation just messed everything up and I’m sorry.

Meryk is an explorer and trying to piece together the history of the land: of course the lore of FromSoft is never clear, so our theories might differ! Keep that in mind!

I have no problem interacting with rude characters, but please stay civil in our personal chats.

Hit me up for rp via messages!

No shipping or nsfw with Meryk, please. She is here for the LORE.

However I’m okay with gore and blood if we fight!

No art yet but I’ll be commissionning soon (and take some screenshots of the game when the heatwave calm down, lest my old PS4 explodes.)

[abyss-eyes]

😢 (Let me pet the puppy!!! Please don't eat my hand)

The omen was curled up beneath a tree deep in the foliage of the trees of Liurnia of the Lakes, their tail and water splashed lightly in the water beneath them as they shifted to curl up and try and make themselves seem smaller as they let out a small whimper, tears streaming down their cheeks as they clutched the strange talisman around their neck, trying to bring themselves comfort.

They were trembling, ears lowered and head hung against their knees as they wept for their beloved knight, missing him so dearly as if there was a hole in their heart. They were so lost in their grief they didn’t hear the other approach until they were before them, they saw the feet and flinched their head snapping up as they let out a violent hiss, scrabbling to try and back away but they were backed to the tree.

Their fur and hair stood on end, their tail slammed down against the ground and they reacted by swiping their claws at them in warning to back away, to leave them alone. They could barely make the person out through their tears.

[merykthewanderer]

There had been sobbing. Meryk was nice, sure. But the Lands Between weren’t a place you lived long in if you just charged ahead when you heard a sound. Water splashing could mean any number of things, especially in Liurnia with those thrice damned crayfish lurking around.

But there had been sobbing, and it could very well be a Revenant learning a new trick but what if it wasn’t?

And she was right. It wasn’t. Somehow, it managed to be even weirder. Meryk’s experience with Omens was limited to the poor fellow chained in Godrick’s castle, the ones in the sewers and Margit, whom she hated with a passion. And given that this guy immediately tried to claw at her, it seemed this new Omen was no different from the others.

But they had been crying. Apparently Omens could cry. So instead of doing the sensible thing, like turning around and leaving, Meryk instead lowered her weapon and knelt to appear less threatening to the massive horned fellow.

“I mean no harm. Just came to see if you needed help. Err, can you even understand me?”

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Send ✍️ and I will write a letter to your Muse from mine.

Add + and a subject/theme if you want something specific!

[radiant-and-terrifying]

“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”

“It’s f-fine. It’s…”

Phobos can’t even finish her own sentence before she’s falling to her hands and knees, arm pressed tightly over the bolt buried in her side. She heaves a ragged breath in, then out, staring in disbelief at the growing puddle of blood below her, then up to the wound itself, soaking intricately-laced robes with dark crimson. Having run for so long already, high on adrenaline from a narrow escape, she’d barely noticed the dull thud that had staggered her, but now, pain begins to seep into her vision, eyes watering as she tries to focus in on Meryk’s voice.

“… Just… just a .. minute…”

[merykthewanderer]

radiant-and-terrifying​:

“Well, in that case, I’ll be sure to—“ In the middle of her sarcastic quip, perhaps as a bout of well-placed karma, her stomach lurches so hard she can feel bile rise in her throat, and she silences herself. Cooking had never been Phobos’s forte, but if that was the one thing keeping Meryk’s shirt pressed against her wound to stem the bleeding, she’d damn well cook her an eight-course Nokstellan dinner by the time she had a normal amount of blood again.

Phobos sips at the Crimson Tear, hesitantly at first, as if she’s afraid too much will burn her. The liquid is cool and soothing, even if she’s not sure it’s working, and she has to fight to not take an even bigger gulp.

… A beat passes. The bloodstain grows.

“This is… normal, right?”

Let just say Meryk’s grim expression was the only answer Phobos would get. No, it wasn’t not normal, and the Tears not working was not good news. Bad timing to find out the magical juice that healed all wounds worked only on people that could not die.

“Alright, I’ll have to dig it out. You have any healing miracles?”

She’d only ever seen Phobos use glintstone magic but maybe there was some luck left in those blasted lands and the Nox was a Nox of many talents.

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[gecko1011010]

Omen kids stealing crayfish eggs for dinner. Ruuuuunn!

[radiant-and-terrifying]

“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”

“It’s f-fine. It’s…”

Phobos can’t even finish her own sentence before she’s falling to her hands and knees, arm pressed tightly over the bolt buried in her side. She heaves a ragged breath in, then out, staring in disbelief at the growing puddle of blood below her, then up to the wound itself, soaking intricately-laced robes with dark crimson. Having run for so long already, high on adrenaline from a narrow escape, she’d barely noticed the dull thud that had staggered her, but now, pain begins to seep into her vision, eyes watering as she tries to focus in on Meryk’s voice.

“… Just… just a .. minute…”

[merykthewanderer]

“It’s definitly not fine. Fuck- Okay. Sit down! Sit down.”

Meryk wasn’t panicking. Not at all. Ok, maybe a little but she did her utmost best to not let it show on her face, even though she moves much quicker than usual to help Phobos sit. The bolt seemed too low to have hit a lung, but then again what the fuck did Meryk know about Nox physiology? Her heart could be right here for all she knew!

“Okay, okay. Ever had Crimson Tears before? Do you know if they work on Nightfolks?”

[radiant-and-terrifying]

“No, and I have no idea, I- I am trying to focus on not dying here,” hisses out Phobos, a hand shooting out to grasp at Meryk’s arm. Sweat is beading down her face as she makes a desperate attempt to not sob in pain, blood seeping through her fingers and pooling onto the ground.

“.. Got too cocky on the way out, fuck, I — I knew this would happen — “

[merykthewanderer]

“Yes, please, keep focusing on that.” Meryk shrugged off her knapsack and began to dig around in it, extracting an old shirt to use to stop the flow of blood. “You’ll be okay. I won’t let you die or my plan to earn your friendship so I can squeeze all the Nightfolk good cooking recipes out of you will sink and I won’t allow it.”

Guiding Phobos’ hand so she would keep pressure on the wound, the historian then unhooked her Crimson Flask from her belt.

“Okay, just a sip to begin with, just to be see if it works. If it does, great. If it doesn’t, well.” Meryk frowned. “I’ll need a sharp blade and a fire.”

[radiant-and-terrifying]

“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”

“It’s f-fine. It’s…”

Phobos can’t even finish her own sentence before she’s falling to her hands and knees, arm pressed tightly over the bolt buried in her side. She heaves a ragged breath in, then out, staring in disbelief at the growing puddle of blood below her, then up to the wound itself, soaking intricately-laced robes with dark crimson. Having run for so long already, high on adrenaline from a narrow escape, she’d barely noticed the dull thud that had staggered her, but now, pain begins to seep into her vision, eyes watering as she tries to focus in on Meryk’s voice.

“… Just… just a .. minute…”

[merykthewanderer]

“It’s definitly not fine. Fuck- Okay. Sit down! Sit down.”

Meryk wasn’t panicking. Not at all. Ok, maybe a little but she did her utmost best to not let it show on her face, even though she moves much quicker than usual to help Phobos sit. The bolt seemed too low to have hit a lung, but then again what the fuck did Meryk know about Nox physiology? Her heart could be right here for all she knew!

“Okay, okay. Ever had Crimson Tears before? Do you know if they work on Nightfolks?”

[innytoes]

Chaotic Writing Prompts

Did you seriously eat all my Oreos?

Can I pet your dog?

We do not need that many tiny pumpkins.

Want to help egg my ex’ house?

Can I get a kid’s menu and a rum and coke, please?

At least your hair still looks good.

I’m a real adult, just last week I bought a vegetable.

What do you mean, ‘whoops’?

Get in the fucking blanket fort.

Please stop talking about how you want to bang my dad.

If it helps, this isn’t actually my cat.

This was supposed to be a date?

I have such soft hair and nobody is playing with it!

I’m sorry, what were you saying? I saw a dog and I stopped listening.

I want to sit on their lap and feed them grapes.

Go step on a lego.

Sorry your crotch is bleeding.

Be gay, do crime.

Why am I in your phone as ‘himbo number two’?

Oh no, she’s hot.

Go take a nap and maybe you’ll feel better.

He’s such a nerd.

That’s not a cat it’s an opossum.

Are you crying about dogs on the internet again?

For the love of all that is holy, please go to sleep.

I’m sorry my cat keeps stealing your underwear.

It’s my emotional support Furby.

Why are we running?

Sorry isn’t going to bring back the last slice of cheesecake.

Harold, they’re lesbians.

He knows the names of all my plants, I’m in love.

Are you drunk?

Of course you have a zombie apocalypse plan.

Excuse me, I think you mean I just won a staring contest with a turtle.

I’m not annoyed that’s just my face.

You already did the stupid thing, didn’t you?

She’s so pretty it makes me want to punch myself.

Not today, Satan.

Maybe today, Satan.

It’s a good thing you’re cute.

Want to help me steal the neighbour’s cat?

Bad and naughty children get wrapped up in the blanket burrito for their crimes.

Sorry to text so late, can your dog come over?

You tried, buddy.

Fuck you, I’m a delight.

Why do you need 500 worms-on-a-string?

First of all, no. Second of all, no.

How many cups of coffee have you had?

They’re so small, I can’t protect them.

You know that phrase ‘fuck around, find out’? Well, I fucked around and found out.

You’d marry me if I asked, right?

Don’t worry, I think I have a tumblr mutual in this country that could help us.

I like your stupid face.

Sounds illegal, I’m in.

It’s three in the morning why are you in my kitchen?

Don’t be such a drama llama.

I’m sorry, I wasn’t catcalling you, I was catcalling my buddy.

If we get caught, I’m blaming you.

I regret to inform you that the straights are at it again.

Okay… this looks bad.

I killed you in the Sims, I’m a terrible friend.

Please stop talking.

Why are all my friends so pretty?

Pay attention to me, I’m cute and needy.

“Why is he on the counter?” / “He likes to feel tall.”

I like your shoelaces.

[allknowingofnir]

Ask My Muse Some Questions

Send me a 📚 + question and they will have to answer honestly!

[merykthewanderer]

★

“Let’s go, let’s *go!*” Phobos hisses as another bout of hastily-fired crossbows sails past the two fleeing Tarnished.

@radiant-and-terrifying

"Frick-frick-frick-frick-frick-" Meryk swore as a bolt whizzed right past her elbow. She'd been happy to see the Nightfolk again, waving at her with enthusiasm, but a gaggle of Leyndell soldiers wandering by had taken extreme offense to that. At least there wasn't one of those assholes with the lightning arrows.

Her long legs gave Meryk some good speed, enough that leaving heavily armored soldiers in her dust was usually easy, but she was reluctant to leave her tentative friend behind. Instead she took the Nox by the wrist and started heading toward the nearby woods.

"Come on, we'll loose them in the trees!"

[radiant-and-terrifying]

“I hope you are right,” yelps Phobos as she ducks under a particularly well-aimed bolt. Luckily, she is rather quick, aiding the two Tarnished in their escape. She sends an uncoordinated glintstone pebble back at their pursuers, and perhaps out of sheer luck a yelp echoes somewhere behind them as it connects.

They manage to reach the woods unscathed, crashing through the underbrush as they scramble to escape the shouts getting farther and farther behind them. It’s thirty more seconds of running until they dwindle into silence, and Phobos takes a brief rest, leaning against the bark of a nearby tree to try and catch her breath.

“… Well. That was an… intriguing.. start to my day.”

[merykthewanderer]

“Just you wait, it’s not even midday yet. I can do so much worse!” Meryk snickered, hands on her knees as she fought to catch her breath. Running away was a preferred tactic of hers, but being Tarnished didn’t grant one infinite stamina.

“Come on, we need to keep moving. There is a cave nearby where we can lay low to wait it out. Might have to share with a few wolves and poison plants but hey, at least we won’t get bored.”

[merykthewanderer]

★

“Let’s go, let’s *go!*” Phobos hisses as another bout of hastily-fired crossbows sails past the two fleeing Tarnished.

@radiant-and-terrifying

"Frick-frick-frick-frick-frick-" Meryk swore as a bolt whizzed right past her elbow. She'd been happy to see the Nightfolk again, waving at her with enthusiasm, but a gaggle of Leyndell soldiers wandering by had taken extreme offense to that. At least there wasn't one of those assholes with the lightning arrows.

Her long legs gave Meryk some good speed, enough that leaving heavily armored soldiers in her dust was usually easy, but she was reluctant to leave her tentative friend behind. Instead she took the Nox by the wrist and started heading toward the nearby woods.

"Come on, we'll loose them in the trees!"

[fellomenking]

Godfrey: “Take slow sips, son!”

Also Godfrey: GUZZLES THE FIRST SHOT.

[merykthewanderer]

⁂

“LOOK OUT!”

She grabs Meryk by the front of her shirt and pulls her aside in time to avoid some arrows. Castella immediately goes to deal with the archers after carefully letting go of her ally.

"Wha-"

For someone just tall enough for Meryk to use as an armrest, Castella sure had some moves, including but not limited to hauling people around as if they weighted nothing apparently. Meryk barely managed to stay on her feet as the pink haired Tarnished shoved her aside and went on the offensive. It was so easy to forget that woman had once lugged her sorry ass around like a ungainly bag of potato once.

The historian grumbled a bit and grabbed both her weapon and shield to assist. Castella had this big sword that was bigger than she was, but nobody would say no to back up, right?

"Thanks for the assist!" Meryk blocked a stray sword with her shield and counter-attacked, the three heads of her flail meeting plate armor with a crunch. "Regretting coming with me to Stormveil yet?"

[castella-the-tarnished]

“This is pretty standard, really. I’m always ready to-“

She is cut off by the archers, blocking their arrows with her broad, many-bladed sword. She follows up by cleaving two of them with her blade. The others backed up some as more soldiers approached.

“I’m always ready to assist.”

She wields her seal now, unleashing a blast of force that pushed the soldiers onto their backs.

[merykthewanderer]

Meryk rolled out of the way of Castella’s miracle just in time to bash the head of a nearby archer, and shouldered another out of her way. It was rather satisfying to see all those enemies flying away, landing in poor little heaps or smashing into walls. She wasn’t one for fighting and even less killing, but given how those assholes had been chasing her away for the last week, it was rather gratifying to see them get their comeuppance.

A single swing of her weapon finished the archer she’d shouldered earlier, leaving the two Tarnished the only ones standing in the courtyard.

“Well, I should take you with me more often.” Meryk shook herself a bit and took a swing of her flask to heal the few scrapes she’d gotten during the fight. “The library isn’t too far, if you’re ready to look at me read for the next few hours.”

[merykthewanderer]

⁂

“LOOK OUT!”

She grabs Meryk by the front of her shirt and pulls her aside in time to avoid some arrows. Castella immediately goes to deal with the archers after carefully letting go of her ally.

"Wha-"

For someone just tall enough for Meryk to use as an armrest, Castella sure had some moves, including but not limited to hauling people around as if they weighted nothing apparently. Meryk barely managed to stay on her feet as the pink haired Tarnished shoved her aside and went on the offensive. It was so easy to forget that woman had once lugged her sorry ass around like a ungainly bag of potato once.

The historian grumbled a bit and grabbed both her weapon and shield to assist. Castella had this big sword that was bigger than she was, but nobody would say no to back up, right?

"Thanks for the assist!" Meryk blocked a stray sword with her shield and counter-attacked, the three heads of her flail meeting plate armor with a crunch. "Regretting coming with me to Stormveil yet?"

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

[merykthewanderer]

have you ever pondered the glorious demigods of the Lands Between? have you ever gazed at them from afar or slain them in battle and thought, ‘which one of them would get along with me most?’ look no further! find out your demigod bestie today!