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And that’s when the dead men are marching again...
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖐𝖊𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖀𝖓𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕹𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖐
indie DOOM night sentinel oc blog
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O, MOTHER RUSSIA
UNION OF LANDS
WILL OF THE PEOPLE
STRONG IN COMMAND!
O, MOTHER RUSSIA
UNION OF LANDS
ONCE MORE VICTORIOUS
THE RED ARMY STANDS!
Rules and About!
Backstory will be revealed over time in RP Threads!
Independent, fandomless OC maintained by ken!
Will follow back from @midknight-sentinel
This blog WILL have dark themes, please be warned!
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The beta / new post editor doesn't let you write posts using HTML anymore. It just has these options:
Here's hoping whenever it comes out for real, xkit has a fix for this...? I'll see if it still lets me trim rp replies.
editable reblogs do not work with the beta post editor.
//sorry for being a lil inactive!! got super duper into spec ops: the line w @cupid-complex!!!!!
and i might make a blog for one of the charas from that game... or an oc that i had for a while, with a spec ops verse...
Hello! Welcome to the multi-verse canon and OC & crossover friendly blog for Makoto Makimura. A kind and caring woman from the game series, Yakuza. Multi-verse can and will include fandoms like Watch Dogs, Cyberpunk 2077, Detroit: Become Human, and many more!
Regulations / Muse's info / Mun's info / Verses
The Night Sentinel nervously sat down, patiently trying to fiddle with his journal as he pursed his lips under his helmet, twirling his quill in his hands.
“ ... i wonder if the great slayer would like little buddy... ”
✩ I been seeing people not feeling well lately.
Y'know what?
I am so proud of y'all. Got up today? Good job. Managed to eat today? I am so happy for you. Started on something and couldn't focus on it for more than five minutes? At least, you started on something. I am so proud of you for starting it. It's okay to not be okay. It's okay if you haven't been really productive lately. Being productive doesn't equal your worth. You are trying your best ad that's all it matters. Even if others can't see it. Sometimes our minds or our families are our worst critics, but don't let that tear you down. You are worth it. You are loved. You are cared for. Even if someone doesn't always say it, they do care for you. I care for you and I love y'all. Let me give y'all virtual hugs cause y'all deserves it.
Shield-sibling @golden-butterfly said:
"I don't mean no harm coming here. My apologies. I am just trying to get home. That's all."
A Sentinel shows kindness to those in need. That was something Hallkel followed to heart, one of the many rules of a Night Sentinel elite.
This was one of those times.
Hallkel’s appearance DEFINITELY hadn’t helped, but when his eyes settled on a lady wearing strange attire-- he could tell, no doubt, she was an Outlander like the Great Slayer.
The two found themselves in what looked to be an overgrown forest, with trees going up so high to the point they could barely see the skies and the clouds, and for Hallkel? This was a familiar place, with an old, deep cave nearby-- rather close to the ruins of Taras Nabad, the place he once called home. Now, to find an Outlander, though... It left him very, VERY worried. How did she even get here? Through a portal? Did she deal with demons? Oh, by the Wraiths, he really hoped she didn’t.
Adjusting his helmet, Hallkel had opted to take it off. Didn’t want to scare the poor woman more than she already was. He lifted his helmet from his head, revealing white hair put back into a rather long braid that tumbled down his back, with a bit of a beard put into two tails, and unnaturally bright blue eyes. His face was horribly scarred, and he had markings all ‘round the shaved sides of his head, going down his left side of his body, hidden by his armor.
Softly, he attempted to speak, hoping it’d calm her down. Strangely, he seemed to understand her language! Thankfully. It made things much, much more easier.
“ I did not mean to startle you, my Lady. ” He spoke, gently, as he tucked his helmet under his arm, taking note of how she might’ve felt panicked. After all, who wouldn’t, finding themselves in a completely different realm compared to their own? “ I am Hallkel the Unbroken, and I am a Night Sentinel elite-- well, one of the last few. I do not plan on ever bringing you harm. To do so would be going against my very Oath... ” He glanced around at where they were, though he let his serious visage fade to instead give a warm smile, hoping it’d help her calm down and not deal with any worry she might’ve felt. “ I-I, admittedly, do not know how you had gotten here, but you are definitely not of the same realm as I. ”
Straightening up, Hallkel had strapped his helmet to his belt, placing his hands onto his hips, “ But, there is no need to be concerned! I shall help you home in any way I can! ”
“ ’Tis my duty to help someone such as yourself, after all, my lady...! ”
//glances around... softly, yet with feeling...
hallkel being trans........ but views pronouns differently, doesn’t mind if it’s she/her or he/him or they/them..... although probably wanting to be viewed as a woman,, hallkel could care less on how people would view them bc to hally?? actions are louder than words,,, even if words help a lot,,,
PSA:
Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay with you. I’m just slow. Some days I can write a fucking book, some days I can’t even write my own name. It’s in the drafts I promise I am just slow as hell.
... Admittedly, Hallkel was just wondering why things might’ve been a bit quiet... Save for the questions he was seeing a new friend answer, of course!
...
At least now it was his time to shine! Now he could play his mother’s lyre while no one was looking!
In life, we do endure; And in death, we find solace.
“Here is the story of Kahann,” “He, Death Sentinel,” “And Primeval of Argent D'nur.”
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OC RP blog based on the DOOM series. Headcanon-heavy and canon-divergent.
Wrtten by Supercharger.
Semi-selective.
I follow from the-world-spear! It is a hub blog for this and other RP blogs under it.
Primarily written in paragraphs. Can adapt to other writing formats.
midnight-keeper:
Sword-Brother, Lord of House Eindride @midknight-sentinel said:
“ Ser Sokkolf, may you come closer? ”
What was left ever since he had returned to the way of Sentinel Life, how odd it felt to be in such a place that even bore people. The once Keeper had been brought back into the main cities, where they haven’t lived in such a long time. It was odd, clad in full armor that wasn’t there as they had watched people cross upon the paved concrete. Their eyes kept a careful watch of the constant change… why was it so abnormal. It sent chills down the Keeper’s spine as he pulled away from the window.
The Bronze Armor that plated over his features, an armor from so long ago that the meaning behind it was long lost. Unless to a few individuals where it mattered most. The weapon that grazed his hand, was also a weapon made from bronze, an ancient weapon never operated for as a real weapon. He was simply just a statue, a guardian for his new lord that had saved him from his dark fate. The fate Hallkel had damned him ever since he dragged him into the Civil War.
With the sudden calling for him he turned his head, he seemed out of it originally. His armor clanked with each step, moving over to Lord Eindride. “Yes, my liege?” He had asked in such a simple tone, voice muffled by the Bronze Helmet upon his dome.
Calloused hands lifted up, gently resting onto Sokkolf’s helmet. Gingerly. Filled with so much care it was like he considered Sokkolf’s armor to be glass. Milky eyes peered up at him in silence, as the Lord leaned forwards from his seat, once blue eyes trying so hard to focus on the Bronze Warrior, squinting from the struggle. Though, even he seemed to have quite a bit of confusion, trying to make sense of the situation they were in. Becoming a Lord again, having Sokkolf by his side once more... Finding himself trying to go back to the old way of life...
Lord Hallkel of House Eindride, he was-- once a rebel that aligned himself with the Slayer, now finally managed to return to his place as the Lord of House Eindride. He donned a silk tunic of blues and silvers, with the old house symbol on the attire, of a tribal grey wolf, with brown pants tucked into fur-lined boots. He had a circlet around his head, with his braided hair let down to reveal how long it had gotten over the years... He had all sorts of scars from the time they dealt with the demons, and not to mention the new scar across his eyes from his punishment.
“ Y-You do not need to call me that, Ser Sokkolf... ” Hallkel mumbled, almost embarrassed as he cracked a smile onto his weary face. “ I just desire to ask if you are well, is all... Especially since we are... here now, and... ” He paused for a moment, hesitating as he kept his hands on either side of his helmet, cupping it...
“ And... I still... ” He faltered a little, letting out a soft exhale through his nose as he pursed his lips. It was always hard to form the words... Especially when it came to thinking about it all. About what happened.
“ ... I still believe I should do more than just take my own sight, after what I had put you through. ” Hallkel mumbled his words out, slouching his shoulders a little. He knew why Sokkolf kept the helmet on-- he knew damn well why, and it always made his heart sink when he thought about it. Having him join the rebellion-- by the gods, Hallkel felt like a sadist, doing that to him... “ I... put you through so much pain, and yet... you still stay with me... Why do you serve me as a defender? ”
Shield-sibling @containsmultitvdes said:
“Those who have not swords can still die upon them.” (-Ingvar, from the lotr starters)
“ Well, indeed they can. ” Hallkel softly spoke to the strange gentle giant he had stumbled upon. “ But, that is my duty to ensure no one is harmed, my friend! ”
Perhaps this was a rare sight for the both of them, maybe. Hallkel had never expected to meet a... Rather large figure like Ingvar, and in turn, perhaps the gentle giant hadn’t expected to meet such a friendly and cheery knight. From what Hallkel had seen, he was no demon. Far from it, honestly! And... of course, Hallkel found himself in a completely different realm that, once again, wasn’t Argent D’nur. Instead, it was another realm that felt weirdly similar, yet... Definitely not quite. With rolling hills of grass and forests similar to home, birds soaring through the skies, yet... everything still felt off.
The Night Sentinel peered up at Ingvar with a bright smile, keeping his rusted, dirtied helmet tucked under his arm-- and he was definitely worse for wear, with injuries covering him, staining a bit of his under armor with red, yet he just seemed to shrug it off like it was nothing, not even paying any mind to it. Gods above, what kind of man was he?
“ You see, my friend, I am a Night Sentinel Elite! ” He spoke up with pride, puffing his chest out as he did, a sparkle in his blue eyes as he let out a little laugh, “ Well... I guess you could say, I am one of the remaining few-- but! It is my duty to protect others, you see. So, even if those who do not have swords can still die upon them... I ensure that it will never happen. ”
“ Perhaps it sounds childish of me to think I could save all sorts of people... but, that is my desire-- though, I do have another plan, as well... ” He lifted a hand to his chin, lightly stroking his beard in thought while he looked around at where they were. He hadn’t expected to really run into anybody like Ingvar... but it was nice to not be held at bladepoint.
//like this post for a starter with demon hallkel!!
edit: if you’re multimuse, please specify which muse in the replies!
//me? making a demon hallkel verse and a noble verse for him?
YES
