Welcome to the domicile and voyages of Magi Dude and The All! Read the intro post before making a proper drop-off. This blog touches upon very serious and mature topics.
Deep in the Sonoran Desert lies a rundown yet sturdy cabin made of Douglas fir wood, devoid of visible windows that obstruct any glimpse into what might be occurring in secrecy. The log cabin appears spacious enough to accommodate a couple of essential rooms and a small number of people. Permanently engraved into the front door with knife carvings is the Paleo-Hebrew letter "𐤁" (bet), creating an invisible barrier around the house that makes intrusion impossible. The world seems to hold its breath as if waiting for unimaginable horrors to burst through the entrance. Yet, a sigh of earthly relief escapes when something far more unremarkable emerges from the home.
A tall man in his mid-40s to late 50s with creamy white skin and black tourmaline snake bite self-assuredly waltzes out the door, closing it behind him. He takes a moment to readjust his clothes, seeming to have dressed up in an unknowable hurry. Fingers deftly button two undone mother-of-pearl buttons on his gamboge dress shirt before smoothing down his single-breasted charcoal grey frock coat, which features silky notched lapels and nine golden snaps. He fluffs up his bobcat fur boa draped over his shoulders and repositions the signet on his left ring finger. The ring features a dull reddish-copper gold shank with an outline resembling an electrum wreath of foliage and mistletoe. Its circular bezel is engraved with a Neolithic triskelion and crafted from imperial topaz, showcasing an orange hue with a subtle pinkish undertone.
His face is adorned with a light scattering of reddish-brown freckles and a naturally grown jet black mustache that's parted and gently thick, possessing a downy, pencil-like appearance. Extending to the midpoint of his neck is a carefully trimmed, slightly unkempt goatee with streaks of greyish-white. His slicked-back reddish-blonde hair is neatly groomed, featuring faint streaks of dark cherry, a mahogany undertone, and voluminous waves with a slight fuzz that cascade just above the middle of his back. Eyes are obscured behind dark brown aviator sunglasses with purplish-red lenses, and his right pinky has been amputated. Dangling from his ears are purple gold earrings featuring a small cluster of orange, red, pink, green, and blue pearls arranged in five groups of three. On either side, a teardrop-shaped pale violet diopside, displaying a four-rayed star, hangs from the pearly clusters.
Hands dig into the pockets of his woollen frock coat, pulling out a cigar that he places between his lips, along with a pocket-sized, portable cutter made from stainless steel and featuring a tigerwood handle. As he prepares his cigar, he mumbles small talk to himself in Irish Gaelic, vaguely addressing something that's unseen to the naked eye. After stowing away a gilded lighter and exhaling a long plume of smoke, he finally notices an off-putting presence, cocking his eyebrow in wary intrigue. He turns his head to fully look at what he's noticed, revealing a countenance that possesses a slender, feminine quality, complemented by delicate lips and masculine angularity.
"Were you always here? I hope you're not part of another psychotic episode! Don't even get me fucking started…" he inquires with an antagonistic growl, his voice closely resembling Jon St. John's rendition for P4 Dude, but it carries a strong hint of the rascally, sardonic lilt characteristic of Corey Cruise's inflection. He takes another puff from his cigar to steady his antisocial nerves, his lips curling into an alluringly sweet grin as he speaks with unflappable, gracious courtesy, "Oh? You’re interested in learning my little secrets! How delightfully amusing of you, mon oisillon*. You can consider me quite the talented specimen. Through recorded accounts from apprentices, collaborators, and friends, I’ve often been referred to as the Sorcerer Fellow or the Esoterian. To align with modern sensibilities, some have even started to call me Magi Dude. It’s a simple pseudonym if you ask me! Anyhow, you gentlemen, ladies, and anyone who doesn't identify with the traditional notions of gender can call me Ourias! Uri and Ren are perfectly acceptable as well. I’m a man of magic and alchemy with a DID system that currently includes Nazerios, Duela, Ptosi, Bil’am, and Vyk. Choose your words wisely, and your burning questions will be answered accordingly~"
(*"My little birdie" in French)
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This blog is dedicated to Magi Dude and his DID system, all of whom are OCs. They exist in the same universe as Yevdokim, Veteran Dude, Psykheima, and Khalcydroi.
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Rules
Before you submit anything or attempt to figure out an RP with me, please take a moment to review the guidelines and important information for this blog:
This blog is preferably 17+, but I can't stop you from interacting. If you're younger than 17, please refrain from engaging in inappropriate content about subjects like sexual intercourse and sending graphic content related to sex and gore. I want to avoid any false accusations against me!
I only engage in hardcore NSFW roleplays in my DMs; however, I'm fine with publicly posting suggestive and kinky content. I just don't feel comfortable sharing extremely explicit material in public.
I accept paraphiles, proshippers, and profiction people because I'm a freak too!
This blog is multifandom and somewhat semi-selective. I'm kinda picky (and shy) about what and who I choose to engage with, so I'll check out your blog before interacting—sorry!
I'm not very media literate because I don’t actively seek out things that aren’t related to my interests or don’t catch my curiosity. So, if you’re from an unfamiliar fandom and want to RP with me, I’ll likely ask questions about aspects I'm not aware of or may need some time to research specific topics.
When roleplaying, I'll express character traits that differ from my real-life views. Please note that my portrayal of Magi Dude and his DID system don't reflect my personal beliefs.
I appreciate medium-length and longer responses because they provide me with ample room to develop my next reply. However, I'm also okay with shorter replies, but I'll ask for more detail if they don't give me enough room to craft a meaningful response.
You're welcome to ask a wide variety of questions or share your thoughts directly with Magi Dude and his DID system. I'll respond in character to whatever is on your mind! However, I have the right to ignore an ask I'm unable to answer for various reasons, such as finding it too disgusting and upsetting for my own sensibilities.
I have a language learning disability, which can make writing and understanding what you wrote challenging for me. If I struggle to comprehend something, I might ask for clarification or additional context. Please feel free to point out any writing mistakes I make so I can correct them before you respond.
If I don't vibe with you or your blog anymore for personal reasons and it's affecting my love for RP, I’ll exclude you from this blog without any warning.
If I feel paranoid about you and get negative vibes, I'll either tell you off or block you.
If I don't respond to an ask or reblog, it's likely because I'm busy, sleeping, feeling demotivated, don't have any ideas or not comfortable with and/or interested in approaching you.
If a fellow roleplayer deactivates their blog and any links I provide under the diary entry tag become broken, I usually won't update them. However, you can search for the character's name on the blog to find the roleplays I did with them as reblogs preserve responses made from deactivated blogs.
If I say something that triggers you or comes across as impatient or annoying, please let me know. I'm fairly patient, but there are times when I may not be, especially if I'm feeling frustrated and trying to get something done and over with.
I can get overwhelmed quite easily, so please don’t overwhelm me with a lot of asks and RP starters. Otherwise, I might become annoyed and panicky, leading me to make decisions I often end up regretting.
I have a bit of a temper, and I'm an emotional person, so I recommend being careful with what you say; otherwise, I might snap.
I have no qualms about abandoning an RP if it makes me upset or I feel like I'm becoming too emotionally heated.
I often struggle to understand jokes, especially when they’re expressed in writing. I recommend clearly indicating when something is a joke to avoid causing anxiety and/or annoyance.
Please be specific with your asks when referring to either of my characters or other characters that don't belong to me. It's unwise to leave me confused, especially if you take a long time to respond or may not see your anonymous ask for whatever reason.
Although Magi Dude and his DID system are OCs, I don't condone any morally wrong actions they take. They're completely separate from who I am as a person and don't fully represent my views and personality.
If I don't respond to an ongoing RP, please know that I'm not ignoring you. It's just that my motivation and interest have faded! There's a slim chance I might get back into it, but that's not always guaranteed.
If I inadvertently breach your RP rules or cause unintended discomfort, please let me know.
If you breach any of these rules, I'll kindly address the issue. Repeated disregard for these guidelines will result in me permanently cutting ties with you.
Don'ts
Please don't inappropriately ship Magi Dude and his DID system with certain characters (e.g. a teenager)!
Please don't gatekeep Magi Dude and his DID system!
Please don't godmod Magi Dude and his DID system, which means you can't control what they do. I prefer not to have my characters forcefully controlled, including mind control, because it limits my creative freedom. However, I'm willing to make exceptions if we plan and agree on such scenarios in advance.
Please refrain from putting Magi Dude and his DID system in very stressful or uncomfortable situations without my consent.
Please avoid referencing other roleplays I wasn't involved in unless there's a compelling narrative reason that we've discussed in private.
Please don't ask me to change my writing style to match yours!
Please don't rush me to immediately respond because I prefer to move at my own pace. I have a life outside of roleplaying!
Please don't repeatedly ask me about the same character, especially when some of the questions are inappropriate and upsetting.
Please don't ask questions about the thoughts that Magi Dude and his DID system may have regarding a character they barely know or haven't had the opportunity to interact with. I'll make an exception at times if I have a compelling response.
Please don’t pressure me into interacting with you. I have trust issues and mild anxiety, so I prefer to observe and gradually warm up to unfamiliar people.
Tags
magi dude is getting ready - Magi Dude is preparing himself for something, which initiates a round of roleplays.
magi dude unveils - Magi Dude speaks and performs an action outside of roleplays.
magi dude articulates - Magi Dude is speaking to himself and/or to someone else.
magi dude performs - Magi Dude isn't actually speaking, but he's engaged in another activity.
magi dude acknowledges - Magi Dude responds to a question directed at him, even if it's a RP starter.
magi dude has ceased journeying - Magi Dude is done with everything and needs a bit of a break, initiating the end of a round of roleplays.
magi dude writes - Magi Dude's diary entries! He won't have entries for everything that happens to him…
nazerios unveils - Nazerios speaks and performs an action outside of roleplays.
nazerios articulates - Nazerios is speaking to himself and/or to someone else.
nazerios performs - Nazerios isn't actually speaking, but he's engaged in another activity.
nazerios acknowledges - Nazerios responds to a question directed at him, even if it's a RP starter.
duelanyo unveils - Duelanyo speaks and performs an action outside of roleplays.
duelanyo articulates - Duelanyo is speaking to herself and/or to someone else.
duelanyo performs - Duelanyo isn't actually speaking, but she's engaged in another activity.
duelanyo acknowledges - Duelanyo responds to a question directed at her, even if it's a RP starter.
ptosifyllon unveils - Ptosifyllon speaks and performs an action outside of roleplays.
ptosifyllon articulates - Ptosifyllon is speaking to herself and/or to someone else.
ptosifyllon performs - Ptosifyllon isn't actually speaking, but she's engaged in another activity.
ptosifyllon acknowledges - Ptosifyllon responds to a question directed at her, even if it's a RP starter.
bil'am unveils - Bil'am speaks and performs an action outside of roleplays.
bil'am articulates - Bil'am is speaking to itself and/or to someone else.
bil'am performs - Bil'am isn't actually speaking, but they're engaged in another activity.
bil'am acknowledges - Bil'am responds to a question directed at them, even if it's a RP starter.
vyzkfroi unveils - Vyzkfroi speaks and performs an action outside of roleplays.
vyzkfroi articulates - Vyzkfroi is speaking to herself and/or to someone else.
vyzkfroi performs - Vyzkfroi isn't actually speaking, but she's engaged in another activity.
vyzkfroi acknowledges - Vyzkfroi responds to a question directed at her, even if it's a RP starter.
homunculi duties - Nobody else responds, but Magi Dude's homunculi are present and ready to reply. There are moments when someone else is available, but the homunculi are also present in the scene.
nobody is around to answer - None of the characters respond, but the homunculi are either nearby and/or there’s something to uncover.
a sudden epoch - Important events that occur on this blog.
random mod thoughts - Thoughts that the mod of this blog wanted to express.
important warning alert - Important announcements that should be kept in mind.
P.S. There are hidden tags on this blog, but I'm not going to reveal them.
I may add more rules in the future, but this is all everyone needs to know for the time being. I'm thrilled to start roleplaying with y'all. My DMs are always open!
PSA: THIS BLOG SUPPORTS ALL ROLEPLAYERS, regardless of your formatting, editing style, or how polished your posts look. you don’t need fancy banners, gifs, or aesthetic dividers to be valid in this space. whether you’re new, returning, casual, or just figuring things out. this blog welcomes you.
Mod: Hello, everyone! I've decided to deactivate Yevdokim's account (totmanliestofstars). He became more of an unfun hassle than an entertaining character and doesn't meaningfully contribute to the interlocking storylines in VD's universe. I'm taking an indefinite hiatus to focus on my personal life and finish any ongoing roleplays. Y'all can still send asks, but I won't be starting new roleplays unless I feel genuinely interested and motivated. Thanks for the understanding and patience.
[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]
H-hello?... is... is anyone there?...
@speakswiththeearth
Magi Dude stands on the outskirts of the horse ranch he has raided, his clothes soaked in fresh blood and viscera. He's about to sift through the pockets of his knee-length, bib-style work apron made from weathered falu red canvas when an unfamiliar voice stops him from retrieving what he needs to get back home. He turns to face the bemused, uncertain figure, warily assessing who this person is before sharply clearing his throat.
"Oh, you befuddled vagabond, I was just about to take my leave! What brings you here?" he greets the man with imperturbable bluntness, his voice filtered through his gas mask, exuding a divinely graceful presence that's befitting of a king that doesn't tolerate betrayal or dishonesty.
He doesn't bother to inch closer to the blinded man just yet, ready to resort to cutthroat methods for survival if necessary; however, he senses no malevolence from him.
[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]
I... I don't know... I was... I was sent here s-so suddenly... where am I??.....
Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.
"Just a measly horse ranch. We're far from the stable... I wouldn't mind offering you some delightful refuge from the potential dangers of the night," he provides a hospitable offer, his paranoia giving way to compassionate warmth as he pulls out a piece of white chalk from a large pocket.
[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]
I-I would greatly appreciate that...sir... I.... I'm Richie. And you?...
[Richie offers his hand slightly towards Magi Dude, trying his very best to be polite to someone who wasn't disturbed by his appearance or state of undeath.]
Magi Dude watches as the vivacious cadaver uses his tendrils to crawl over to his bloodied form, captivated by the inhuman morbidity of such a clearly tormented man.
"Richie... What a simple name for someone so pulchritudinous. The name is Ourias! If that's too much of a mouthful for you, feel free to call me Uri or Ren," he introduces himself as if he's conversing with someone of opulent prominence, his words flowing off his tongue like poetic honey.
He sets the stuffed garbage bag held in his other hand on the ground before taking Richie's hand and offering a handshake full of charming firmness.
[Richie smiles just a little, feeling better about being around someone else the mire he spoke to Ourias. His grip was gentle and half-sure, feeling a ring around one finger of the hand he held and running his index along the band with investigative slowness.]
Y-you have a ring? Can you describe it to me?... I-if you'd like?
Magi Dude allows Richie to trace the outline of the beautifully crafted, mystical ring before retracting his left hand and picking up the garbage bag he placed on the ground. He saunters over to a jagged boulder, finally putting his chalk-holding digits to use.
"It's a signet ring. The skank is crafted from reddish-copper gold. The electrum rim of the bezel is designed to resemble a wreath of foliage and mistletoe. The bezel itself is made from imperial topaz that's engraved with a triskelion, which is an ancient European motif. Ever since I tapped into the magical and spiritual properties of the topaz, it has greatly benefited me. It’s a marvelous work of art~" he takes the time to clearly explain, his inflection brimming with cordial, enthusiastic pride, as he draws a circle on the stone and adds a foreign letter in the middle.
[Richie smiled to himself, happily visualizing the signet ring in his mind's eye. Ourias could now sense the presence of a dark energy both keeping the corpse alive and allowing vision to be restored. The shadows around Richie's eyes faded, showing dessiccated pits where eyes should be. He was somehow able to see despite this, taking in the gracious gift from his Angel to view the mystical man before him.]
M-merciful Lord above.... you're so handsome....
[Richie was mildly envious of the beauty and wisened features of the mage, but his awestruck thoughts overpowered it]
Magi Dude senses the monstrous presence emanating from Richie behind him, but he's courageous and imperturbable to such unpleasant darkness. The symbol being meticulously drawn is a "𐤃" (dalet), and with the last stroke, he takes a careful step away from the boulder as a tear in reality forms with smooth deftness. Standing before the old mage and Richie is a luminous swirl of dull and vibrant pastel hues, accompanied by twinkling golden stars.
"Thank you for such kind words. You may go ahead of me if you wish," he replies with chivalrous propriety as he moves to the side, staring back at the sockets of devitalised nothingness, his mask-covered face concealing an expression of curious tenderness.
Magi Dude places his piece of chalk into a smaller pocket on the work apron, brushing his dusty hand against the canvas with a lackadaisical indifference.
"My humble abode! There are others living there, but they're just my cunning dogs. They won't harm a single strand of hair, and I’ll make sure of that," he tells Richie with reassuring certainty, mindfully choosing his words to ensure the tormented man feels safe.
"You have my welcome," Magi Dude responds with sociable politeness, following Richie through the portal, which automatically closes behind them.
Upon stepping inside, Richie is greeted by the opulence of a living room within a luxurious Edwardian-era mansion. The sole visible window in the room is draped with a silky curtain adorned with a Persian design that features both floral and geometric elements. The walls are decorated with a couple of beautifully framed paintings by Salvador Dalí, Hieronymus Bosch, and Zdzisław Beksiński. A humanoid figure with feminine nudity, copper blonde curls, and no functional genitalia is diligently dusting every crevice of the space, largely ignoring Magi Dude and Richie as she concentrates on cleaning.
"I'll be right back, Richie. Just make yourself at home for now~" he speaks in a tone full of hospitable allure, walking through the beaded curtain with graceful urgency, which features an alternating pattern of sapphire, ruby, malachite, and amber, separated by thin silver white rows between each thick band.
[Richie is entirely awestruck by the works of art he's been graced with viewing, his hands gently touching at his lips with tentative reverence. He basks in his gift of sight and hopes it stays for the duration of the evening]
[When he's told to get comfortable, he sits back on the mound of shadow he's bound to, not wanting to dirty any of the furniture with his true legs and waist.]
While Magi Dude settles in for the evening, the pointy-eared maid completes her cleaning and turns around to finally notice Richie's presence. She flashes him an innocent smile as she brushes back a stray strand of hair from her dazzling whitish-charcoal skin, which has a semi-translucence revealing a strong hint of her functioning torso organs, along with a network of flaming bluish-purple veins running along the arms, legs, and neck.
The youthful woman strides over to the cocobolo coffee table, its legs intricately carved to resemble wolf forelegs. She sets aside the duster on the pinkish-lavender glass top that contains cupronickel glitter with an endearing delicateness. Hands reach for the square box that resembles polished peacock ore, lifting up the malachite-rimmed lid adorned with a golden ankh at its centre and placing it on the surface.
"Excuse me, mister, but would you like some tasty sweets? They’re beautifully crafted," she inquires with clear-voiced affection, approaching Richie and holding out the lightweight steel box filled with an assortment of fresh confectioneries, including lemon drops, maple taffies, rum balls, chocolate truffles, buckeye candies, bonbons, and cordials.
[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]
H-hello?... is... is anyone there?...
@speakswiththeearth
Magi Dude stands on the outskirts of the horse ranch he has raided, his clothes soaked in fresh blood and viscera. He's about to sift through the pockets of his knee-length, bib-style work apron made from weathered falu red canvas when an unfamiliar voice stops him from retrieving what he needs to get back home. He turns to face the bemused, uncertain figure, warily assessing who this person is before sharply clearing his throat.
"Oh, you befuddled vagabond, I was just about to take my leave! What brings you here?" he greets the man with imperturbable bluntness, his voice filtered through his gas mask, exuding a divinely graceful presence that's befitting of a king that doesn't tolerate betrayal or dishonesty.
He doesn't bother to inch closer to the blinded man just yet, ready to resort to cutthroat methods for survival if necessary; however, he senses no malevolence from him.
[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]
I... I don't know... I was... I was sent here s-so suddenly... where am I??.....
Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.
"Just a measly horse ranch. We're far from the stable... I wouldn't mind offering you some delightful refuge from the potential dangers of the night," he provides a hospitable offer, his paranoia giving way to compassionate warmth as he pulls out a piece of white chalk from a large pocket.
[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]
I-I would greatly appreciate that...sir... I.... I'm Richie. And you?...
[Richie offers his hand slightly towards Magi Dude, trying his very best to be polite to someone who wasn't disturbed by his appearance or state of undeath.]
Magi Dude watches as the vivacious cadaver uses his tendrils to crawl over to his bloodied form, captivated by the inhuman morbidity of such a clearly tormented man.
"Richie... What a simple name for someone so pulchritudinous. The name is Ourias! If that's too much of a mouthful for you, feel free to call me Uri or Ren," he introduces himself as if he's conversing with someone of opulent prominence, his words flowing off his tongue like poetic honey.
He sets the stuffed garbage bag held in his other hand on the ground before taking Richie's hand and offering a handshake full of charming firmness.
[Richie smiles just a little, feeling better about being around someone else the mire he spoke to Ourias. His grip was gentle and half-sure, feeling a ring around one finger of the hand he held and running his index along the band with investigative slowness.]
Y-you have a ring? Can you describe it to me?... I-if you'd like?
Magi Dude allows Richie to trace the outline of the beautifully crafted, mystical ring before retracting his left hand and picking up the garbage bag he placed on the ground. He saunters over to a jagged boulder, finally putting his chalk-holding digits to use.
"It's a signet ring. The skank is crafted from reddish-copper gold. The electrum rim of the bezel is designed to resemble a wreath of foliage and mistletoe. The bezel itself is made from imperial topaz that's engraved with a triskelion, which is an ancient European motif. Ever since I tapped into the magical and spiritual properties of the topaz, it has greatly benefited me. It’s a marvelous work of art~" he takes the time to clearly explain, his inflection brimming with cordial, enthusiastic pride, as he draws a circle on the stone and adds a foreign letter in the middle.
[Richie smiled to himself, happily visualizing the signet ring in his mind's eye. Ourias could now sense the presence of a dark energy both keeping the corpse alive and allowing vision to be restored. The shadows around Richie's eyes faded, showing dessiccated pits where eyes should be. He was somehow able to see despite this, taking in the gracious gift from his Angel to view the mystical man before him.]
M-merciful Lord above.... you're so handsome....
[Richie was mildly envious of the beauty and wisened features of the mage, but his awestruck thoughts overpowered it]
Magi Dude senses the monstrous presence emanating from Richie behind him, but he's courageous and imperturbable to such unpleasant darkness. The symbol being meticulously drawn is a "𐤃" (dalet), and with the last stroke, he takes a careful step away from the boulder as a tear in reality forms with smooth deftness. Standing before the old mage and Richie is a luminous swirl of dull and vibrant pastel hues, accompanied by twinkling golden stars.
"Thank you for such kind words. You may go ahead of me if you wish," he replies with chivalrous propriety as he moves to the side, staring back at the sockets of devitalised nothingness, his mask-covered face concealing an expression of curious tenderness.
Magi Dude places his piece of chalk into a smaller pocket on the work apron, brushing his dusty hand against the canvas with a lackadaisical indifference.
"My humble abode! There are others living there, but they're just my cunning dogs. They won't harm a single strand of hair, and I’ll make sure of that," he tells Richie with reassuring certainty, mindfully choosing his words to ensure the tormented man feels safe.
"You have my welcome," Magi Dude responds with sociable politeness, following Richie through the portal, which automatically closes behind them.
Upon stepping inside, Richie is greeted by the opulence of a living room within a luxurious Edwardian-era mansion. The sole visible window in the room is draped with a silky curtain adorned with a Persian design that features both floral and geometric elements. The walls are decorated with a couple of beautifully framed paintings by Salvador Dalí, Hieronymus Bosch, and Zdzisław Beksiński. A humanoid figure with feminine nudity, copper blonde curls, and no functional genitalia is diligently dusting every crevice of the space, largely ignoring Magi Dude and Richie as she concentrates on cleaning.
"I'll be right back, Richie. Just make yourself at home for now~" he speaks in a tone full of hospitable allure, walking through the beaded curtain with graceful urgency, which features an alternating pattern of sapphire, ruby, malachite, and amber, separated by thin silver white rows between each thick band.
[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]
H-hello?... is... is anyone there?...
@speakswiththeearth
Magi Dude stands on the outskirts of the horse ranch he has raided, his clothes soaked in fresh blood and viscera. He's about to sift through the pockets of his knee-length, bib-style work apron made from weathered falu red canvas when an unfamiliar voice stops him from retrieving what he needs to get back home. He turns to face the bemused, uncertain figure, warily assessing who this person is before sharply clearing his throat.
"Oh, you befuddled vagabond, I was just about to take my leave! What brings you here?" he greets the man with imperturbable bluntness, his voice filtered through his gas mask, exuding a divinely graceful presence that's befitting of a king that doesn't tolerate betrayal or dishonesty.
He doesn't bother to inch closer to the blinded man just yet, ready to resort to cutthroat methods for survival if necessary; however, he senses no malevolence from him.
[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]
I... I don't know... I was... I was sent here s-so suddenly... where am I??.....
Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.
"Just a measly horse ranch. We're far from the stable... I wouldn't mind offering you some delightful refuge from the potential dangers of the night," he provides a hospitable offer, his paranoia giving way to compassionate warmth as he pulls out a piece of white chalk from a large pocket.
[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]
I-I would greatly appreciate that...sir... I.... I'm Richie. And you?...
[Richie offers his hand slightly towards Magi Dude, trying his very best to be polite to someone who wasn't disturbed by his appearance or state of undeath.]
Magi Dude watches as the vivacious cadaver uses his tendrils to crawl over to his bloodied form, captivated by the inhuman morbidity of such a clearly tormented man.
"Richie... What a simple name for someone so pulchritudinous. The name is Ourias! If that's too much of a mouthful for you, feel free to call me Uri or Ren," he introduces himself as if he's conversing with someone of opulent prominence, his words flowing off his tongue like poetic honey.
He sets the stuffed garbage bag held in his other hand on the ground before taking Richie's hand and offering a handshake full of charming firmness.
[Richie smiles just a little, feeling better about being around someone else the mire he spoke to Ourias. His grip was gentle and half-sure, feeling a ring around one finger of the hand he held and running his index along the band with investigative slowness.]
Y-you have a ring? Can you describe it to me?... I-if you'd like?
Magi Dude allows Richie to trace the outline of the beautifully crafted, mystical ring before retracting his left hand and picking up the garbage bag he placed on the ground. He saunters over to a jagged boulder, finally putting his chalk-holding digits to use.
"It's a signet ring. The skank is crafted from reddish-copper gold. The electrum rim of the bezel is designed to resemble a wreath of foliage and mistletoe. The bezel itself is made from imperial topaz that's engraved with a triskelion, which is an ancient European motif. Ever since I tapped into the magical and spiritual properties of the topaz, it has greatly benefited me. It’s a marvelous work of art~" he takes the time to clearly explain, his inflection brimming with cordial, enthusiastic pride, as he draws a circle on the stone and adds a foreign letter in the middle.
[Richie smiled to himself, happily visualizing the signet ring in his mind's eye. Ourias could now sense the presence of a dark energy both keeping the corpse alive and allowing vision to be restored. The shadows around Richie's eyes faded, showing dessiccated pits where eyes should be. He was somehow able to see despite this, taking in the gracious gift from his Angel to view the mystical man before him.]
M-merciful Lord above.... you're so handsome....
[Richie was mildly envious of the beauty and wisened features of the mage, but his awestruck thoughts overpowered it]
Magi Dude senses the monstrous presence emanating from Richie behind him, but he's courageous and imperturbable to such unpleasant darkness. The symbol being meticulously drawn is a "𐤃" (dalet), and with the last stroke, he takes a careful step away from the boulder as a tear in reality forms with smooth deftness. Standing before the old mage and Richie is a luminous swirl of dull and vibrant pastel hues, accompanied by twinkling golden stars.
"Thank you for such kind words. You may go ahead of me if you wish," he replies with chivalrous propriety as he moves to the side, staring back at the sockets of devitalised nothingness, his mask-covered face concealing an expression of curious tenderness.
Magi Dude places his piece of chalk into a smaller pocket on the work apron, brushing his dusty hand against the canvas with a lackadaisical indifference.
"My humble abode! There are others living there, but they're just my cunning dogs. They won't harm a single strand of hair, and I’ll make sure of that," he tells Richie with reassuring certainty, mindfully choosing his words to ensure the tormented man feels safe.
[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]
H-hello?... is... is anyone there?...
@speakswiththeearth
Magi Dude stands on the outskirts of the horse ranch he has raided, his clothes soaked in fresh blood and viscera. He's about to sift through the pockets of his knee-length, bib-style work apron made from weathered falu red canvas when an unfamiliar voice stops him from retrieving what he needs to get back home. He turns to face the bemused, uncertain figure, warily assessing who this person is before sharply clearing his throat.
"Oh, you befuddled vagabond, I was just about to take my leave! What brings you here?" he greets the man with imperturbable bluntness, his voice filtered through his gas mask, exuding a divinely graceful presence that's befitting of a king that doesn't tolerate betrayal or dishonesty.
He doesn't bother to inch closer to the blinded man just yet, ready to resort to cutthroat methods for survival if necessary; however, he senses no malevolence from him.
[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]
I... I don't know... I was... I was sent here s-so suddenly... where am I??.....
Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.
"Just a measly horse ranch. We're far from the stable... I wouldn't mind offering you some delightful refuge from the potential dangers of the night," he provides a hospitable offer, his paranoia giving way to compassionate warmth as he pulls out a piece of white chalk from a large pocket.
[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]
I-I would greatly appreciate that...sir... I.... I'm Richie. And you?...
[Richie offers his hand slightly towards Magi Dude, trying his very best to be polite to someone who wasn't disturbed by his appearance or state of undeath.]
Magi Dude watches as the vivacious cadaver uses his tendrils to crawl over to his bloodied form, captivated by the inhuman morbidity of such a clearly tormented man.
"Richie... What a simple name for someone so pulchritudinous. The name is Ourias! If that's too much of a mouthful for you, feel free to call me Uri or Ren," he introduces himself as if he's conversing with someone of opulent prominence, his words flowing off his tongue like poetic honey.
He sets the stuffed garbage bag held in his other hand on the ground before taking Richie's hand and offering a handshake full of charming firmness.
[Richie smiles just a little, feeling better about being around someone else the mire he spoke to Ourias. His grip was gentle and half-sure, feeling a ring around one finger of the hand he held and running his index along the band with investigative slowness.]
Y-you have a ring? Can you describe it to me?... I-if you'd like?
Magi Dude allows Richie to trace the outline of the beautifully crafted, mystical ring before retracting his left hand and picking up the garbage bag he placed on the ground. He saunters over to a jagged boulder, finally putting his chalk-holding digits to use.
"It's a signet ring. The skank is crafted from reddish-copper gold. The electrum rim of the bezel is designed to resemble a wreath of foliage and mistletoe. The bezel itself is made from imperial topaz that's engraved with a triskelion, which is an ancient European motif. Ever since I tapped into the magical and spiritual properties of the topaz, it has greatly benefited me. It’s a marvelous work of art~" he takes the time to clearly explain, his inflection brimming with cordial, enthusiastic pride, as he draws a circle on the stone and adds a foreign letter in the middle.
[Richie smiled to himself, happily visualizing the signet ring in his mind's eye. Ourias could now sense the presence of a dark energy both keeping the corpse alive and allowing vision to be restored. The shadows around Richie's eyes faded, showing dessiccated pits where eyes should be. He was somehow able to see despite this, taking in the gracious gift from his Angel to view the mystical man before him.]
M-merciful Lord above.... you're so handsome....
[Richie was mildly envious of the beauty and wisened features of the mage, but his awestruck thoughts overpowered it]
Magi Dude senses the monstrous presence emanating from Richie behind him, but he's courageous and imperturbable to such unpleasant darkness. The symbol being meticulously drawn is a "𐤃" (dalet), and with the last stroke, he takes a careful step away from the boulder as a tear in reality forms with smooth deftness. Standing before the old mage and Richie is a luminous swirl of dull and vibrant pastel hues, accompanied by twinkling golden stars.
"Thank you for such kind words. You may go ahead of me if you wish," he replies with chivalrous propriety as he moves to the side, staring back at the sockets of devitalised nothingness, his mask-covered face concealing an expression of curious tenderness.
[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]
H-hello?... is... is anyone there?...
@speakswiththeearth
Magi Dude stands on the outskirts of the horse ranch he has raided, his clothes soaked in fresh blood and viscera. He's about to sift through the pockets of his knee-length, bib-style work apron made from weathered falu red canvas when an unfamiliar voice stops him from retrieving what he needs to get back home. He turns to face the bemused, uncertain figure, warily assessing who this person is before sharply clearing his throat.
"Oh, you befuddled vagabond, I was just about to take my leave! What brings you here?" he greets the man with imperturbable bluntness, his voice filtered through his gas mask, exuding a divinely graceful presence that's befitting of a king that doesn't tolerate betrayal or dishonesty.
He doesn't bother to inch closer to the blinded man just yet, ready to resort to cutthroat methods for survival if necessary; however, he senses no malevolence from him.
[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]
I... I don't know... I was... I was sent here s-so suddenly... where am I??.....
Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.
"Just a measly horse ranch. We're far from the stable... I wouldn't mind offering you some delightful refuge from the potential dangers of the night," he provides a hospitable offer, his paranoia giving way to compassionate warmth as he pulls out a piece of white chalk from a large pocket.
[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]
I-I would greatly appreciate that...sir... I.... I'm Richie. And you?...
[Richie offers his hand slightly towards Magi Dude, trying his very best to be polite to someone who wasn't disturbed by his appearance or state of undeath.]
Magi Dude watches as the vivacious cadaver uses his tendrils to crawl over to his bloodied form, captivated by the inhuman morbidity of such a clearly tormented man.
"Richie... What a simple name for someone so pulchritudinous. The name is Ourias! If that's too much of a mouthful for you, feel free to call me Uri or Ren," he introduces himself as if he's conversing with someone of opulent prominence, his words flowing off his tongue like poetic honey.
He sets the stuffed garbage bag held in his other hand on the ground before taking Richie's hand and offering a handshake full of charming firmness.
[Richie smiles just a little, feeling better about being around someone else the mire he spoke to Ourias. His grip was gentle and half-sure, feeling a ring around one finger of the hand he held and running his index along the band with investigative slowness.]
Y-you have a ring? Can you describe it to me?... I-if you'd like?
Magi Dude allows Richie to trace the outline of the beautifully crafted, mystical ring before retracting his left hand and picking up the garbage bag he placed on the ground. He saunters over to a jagged boulder, finally putting his chalk-holding digits to use.
"It's a signet ring. The skank is crafted from reddish-copper gold. The electrum rim of the bezel is designed to resemble a wreath of foliage and mistletoe. The bezel itself is made from imperial topaz that's engraved with a triskelion, which is an ancient European motif. Ever since I tapped into the magical and spiritual properties of the topaz, it has greatly benefited me. It’s a marvelous work of art~" he takes the time to clearly explain, his inflection brimming with cordial, enthusiastic pride, as he draws a circle on the stone and adds a foreign letter in the middle.
Mod: I just wanna say that y'all are welcome to interact with me! However, I might be a bit paranoid, especially if I haven't seen you around in the RP community before. I'm also somewhat shy about reaching out to people... I recommend checking out my intro post before initiating an interaction. The rules will be updated when necessary.
Mod: I'm gonna try out a new RP schedule. If I feel overwhelmed with both Discord and Tumblr roleplays, I'll adopt an alternating pattern of sorts! There'll be times that this schedule will be broken, but it ultimately depends on my motivation and how much RP content I have to manage. I hope this will help me balance my personal hobbies and important real life responsibilities.
Mod: When it comes to asks involving potential meetings between my roleplayable characters and others, I may choose not to respond, especially if I prefer that certain characters don't interact for whatever reason.
[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]
H-hello?... is... is anyone there?...
@speakswiththeearth
Magi Dude stands on the outskirts of the horse ranch he has raided, his clothes soaked in fresh blood and viscera. He's about to sift through the pockets of his knee-length, bib-style work apron made from weathered falu red canvas when an unfamiliar voice stops him from retrieving what he needs to get back home. He turns to face the bemused, uncertain figure, warily assessing who this person is before sharply clearing his throat.
"Oh, you befuddled vagabond, I was just about to take my leave! What brings you here?" he greets the man with imperturbable bluntness, his voice filtered through his gas mask, exuding a divinely graceful presence that's befitting of a king that doesn't tolerate betrayal or dishonesty.
He doesn't bother to inch closer to the blinded man just yet, ready to resort to cutthroat methods for survival if necessary; however, he senses no malevolence from him.
[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]
I... I don't know... I was... I was sent here s-so suddenly... where am I??.....
Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.
"Just a measly horse ranch. We're far from the stable... I wouldn't mind offering you some delightful refuge from the potential dangers of the night," he provides a hospitable offer, his paranoia giving way to compassionate warmth as he pulls out a piece of white chalk from a large pocket.
[The lively corpse of a man eventually meanders his way before the man, seeking a sense of companionship in the deficit of his Angel...]
I-I would greatly appreciate that...sir... I.... I'm Richie. And you?...
[Richie offers his hand slightly towards Magi Dude, trying his very best to be polite to someone who wasn't disturbed by his appearance or state of undeath.]
Magi Dude watches as the vivacious cadaver uses his tendrils to crawl over to his bloodied form, captivated by the inhuman morbidity of such a clearly tormented man.
"Richie... What a simple name for someone so pulchritudinous. The name is Ourias! If that's too much of a mouthful for you, feel free to call me Uri or Ren," he introduces himself as if he's conversing with someone of opulent prominence, his words flowing off his tongue like poetic honey.
He sets the stuffed garbage bag held in his other hand on the ground before taking Richie's hand and offering a handshake full of charming firmness.
[The air surrounding him feels warmer... hes been placed somewhere new by his savior...]
H-hello?... is... is anyone there?...
@speakswiththeearth
Magi Dude stands on the outskirts of the horse ranch he has raided, his clothes soaked in fresh blood and viscera. He's about to sift through the pockets of his knee-length, bib-style work apron made from weathered falu red canvas when an unfamiliar voice stops him from retrieving what he needs to get back home. He turns to face the bemused, uncertain figure, warily assessing who this person is before sharply clearing his throat.
"Oh, you befuddled vagabond, I was just about to take my leave! What brings you here?" he greets the man with imperturbable bluntness, his voice filtered through his gas mask, exuding a divinely graceful presence that's befitting of a king that doesn't tolerate betrayal or dishonesty.
He doesn't bother to inch closer to the blinded man just yet, ready to resort to cutthroat methods for survival if necessary; however, he senses no malevolence from him.
[The shadow-enveloped lower half of the man ambled just a bit closer on shade-composed tendrils towards the voice, unburturbed by the scent of blood. He seemed utterly harmless, eyes obscured by the cloying darkness around him.]
I... I don't know... I was... I was sent here s-so suddenly... where am I??.....
Noting the preternatural appearance of the shadowy man, Magi Dude sidesteps the urge to fall back on antisocial condescension and feels courteous enough to take a deliberate step forward.
"Just a measly horse ranch. We're far from the stable... I wouldn't mind offering you some delightful refuge from the potential dangers of the night," he provides a hospitable offer, his paranoia giving way to compassionate warmth as he pulls out a piece of white chalk from a large pocket.
