heartless.

[reliicsoul]

Home. Home. He tested the word in his mind, mouthed it to get a feel for it. Haven and protection. Things to fight for. Things to cherish.

# RELIICSOUL :: A solo-muse rp blog. Originally CHILLEDTOUCH, rewritten 03/2023. Penned on the Beta Editor by Rolli, he/him, 30. 18+, selective.

Carrd. Promo. Playlist. Worldbuilding. Character Dev.

[tainbocuailnge]

bite the vampire first to establish dominance

[pridefulsuggestion]

soft lines and sharp edges are not mutually exclusive.

[mothman-pseudanthium]

[reuniclue]

an immortal who is covered in jewlery and trinkets and you think its because theyre materalistic but actually every little object is from someone they have deeply loved and refuse to forget

[mediocrestar-deactivated2024032]

"Yes..." Armand replied almost dreamily, a beatific smile gracing his lips. He looked detached, innocent, like the frozen countenance of a saint captured on canvas. "The young ones tend to act out. They are impetuous, unaware of their own limitations. As elders, it is our duty to correct such unbecoming behaviors." Unfortunately for the newborn vampire holding unto his hand, Armand's preferred method of teaching was that of the example. Any vampire who dared violate the sanctity of his territory was to be disposed of brutally, so that the others may learn to avoid making the same mistake.

Unfortunately for both Esmond and the youngling, Armand was in a particularly vicious mood - but unwilling to soil his hands with mediocre blood. So, instead, the elder vampire focused his entire attention on the object of his ire, and spoke in the softest voice. "Kneel." Naturally, the newborn had no choice but to comply with a loopy smile on his face. His gaze was foggy, distant, devoid of any emotion. There was something about those eyes Armand didn't like... Their shape, their color, reminded him of someone he'd tried in vain to forget. "Give me your eyes."

And, without a moment's hesitation, the youngling did just that - presenting Armand with two bloodied little trophies. Still smiling, still serene, as if he hadn't just blinded himself. The elder accepted the gruesome gift rather gracefully, taking the eyeballs delicately in his hand - only to drop them at his feet and stomp on them once, as if disposing of a cockroach.

"I wish to know the name of your maker, child."

[reliicsoul]

"A lich without a contingency plan in place is a waste of the components they used to ascend," the tone he took was about as cold as the statement itself. "Harsh as that is, we create ourselves. We cross the veil and return through sheer force of will to conquer death itself. If someone lacks the wisdom to know that charging into shotgun fire without taking preventative measures is a bad idea, that's on them."

As soon as they'd stopped, Esmond drew a few symbols in the air and conjured up what looked like a faintly glowing, fractured web in front of himself. Like someone had punched through a glass pane, without any hint of actual glass. He studied it for a moment, and waved it away. He could cut off the city from teleportation magics at dusk. Unfortunately, he'd waved it away just in time to catch the newborn vampire gouging his own eyes out. He visibly winced, like he'd experienced that himself at some point.

"Albert," the fledgling started in a hypnotized drone. "He said his name was Albert."

The moment of sympathetic pain was brought to an end by learning the 'mastermind' vampire's name. Albert. How... mundane? Still incredulous, Esmond pulled a receipt from one of his pockets, momentarily waving it in the air before putting it away. "He was at L'Apollon last night. We have a name and a location. We can have a face just as easily, after he's dead."

[rpmemegraveyard]

RP BLOGS, TURN THIS OFF IN YOUR ACCOUNT SETTINGS;

A new update rolled out that allows people to blaze your posts. Now, this is fine on paper. If somebody else wants to blaze a post they found funny on your behalf, that's their choice. However, as RP blogs, we don't want some rando mistaking a rp reply for a fanfic or some weird scenario such as that and blaze your post, causing a lot of unwanted attention. Stay frosty.

[tewwor-moving]

* & continued from here | @reliicsoul

All is still in this neck of the woods. Yet listen close enough and an irregular one-two, one-two thrums slower and slower with each passing breath. Ghastly white bark doubles the flow of viscous sap in attempt to reseal the fresh gashes but to no avail.  

It knew it was dying, but still gave one last effort to survive. 

Suddenly, several roots endeavor to uproot near the base . Only a few manage to claw their way through the rotted soil, though. One last attempt before the odd pulse ceased and the conifer went cold, silent in the dense greenwood. And as the branches sag impossibly low, a sudden glint flashes as the mysterious knife drops onto the puddled dirt — seeming to absorb all orpiment liquid around it. 

[reliicsoul]

Now that is familiar. He's careful to try and dodge the roots, but takes a bit of a hit when a smaller one tears itself free and smacks him in the shin. He hisses and shifts in place, fingertips still on the bark as the life fades from underneath them.

Darkened eyes follow the glint and the descent of the source of the tree's distress. He bends, not unlike the branches above, and gently scoops the blade up instead of grabbing it. Having no vital essence to drain, he figures he's fairly safe to do so. But one can never be too cautious. Grabbing random knife handles tightly enough could lead to something popping out of the handle and into a vulnerable palm, and things that can drain life could also sometimes drain magic. So he remains gentle, even when he gives the weapon a once-over for damage.

"How very interesting," he mutters. "Who would leave you out here?"

[reliicsoul]

carrd fully updated with semi-complete backstory (full backstory would take too fucking long because that's essentially 15 years of sidequests) and easier to read font. Sorry for light mode.

also new pseudonym! rolli. ...after the first person to write a paper on spontaneous human combustion, something i was also interested in studying but ended up doing a programming degree instead.

[reliicsoul]

REPOST AND LIST 5 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE:

Used to the Darkness (F.ytch Remix) - d.es rocs

Season of the Witch - k.aren elson

House of the Rising Sun - p.uddles pity party

L.aplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) - w.ill wood

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight), performed by V.ictor F.rankenstein - b.rian david g.ilbert

& LIST 5 QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE:

"Vengeance is a monster of appetite, forever bloodthirsty and never filled." - r.ichelle e. goodrich

"I am not young enough to know everything." - o.scar w.ilde

"you gave me nothing but bones. i still made a family." - i.nkskinned

"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." - earl mac rauch

"Waste not fresh tears over old griefs." - e.uripides

Tagged by: @tewwor

Tagging: if you can see this, pick a muse, you're it! :u

[reliicsoul]

carrd fully updated with semi-complete backstory (full backstory would take too fucking long because that's essentially 15 years of sidequests) and easier to read font. Sorry for light mode.

also new pseudonym! rolli. ...after the first person to write a paper on spontaneous human combustion, something i was also interested in studying but ended up doing a programming degree instead.

[reliicsoul]

Fuck it it's 3am, have some worldbuilding and character development.

The method of casting magic tends to vary depending on the caster. Some use components (and some specific spells require components), some use focuses, some utter words, some draw symbols in the air, some use sign language. The main thing that makes spells happen is intent. Intent is key, which is why channelling that intent needs to be done in a way that feels personal.

Related, Esmond's magic is a mix between gestures and writing symbols/drawing runes in the air with his fingers.

Necromancy magic tends to look like slow moving black smoke. Teleportation tends to look a bit spider web-y, but I'm the way broken glass resembles a spider web. Other archetypes look like other things.

[tewwor-moving]

✧･ﾟ interaction call ( weird group #2 ) ( accepting ) | @reliicsoul ･ﾟ✧

“You let.. the others know this will not be tolerated here.” Severe in both intent and tone, there’s no mistaking he got his message across to even the most dense. “And if I hear that any of you drag your sorry asses through this town again, I will personally hunt down every single one of you fuckers.” He’s barely standing at a seventy-five degree angle, but the words cut through the air all the same — if the fearful chittering and retreat is anything to go by. 

Left alone at last, Oryn finally lets himself lean against a nearby wall. Shit, this was bad, even by his standards. Slowly, painfully all focus pours into steadying each breath while easing himself onto the ground. The back of his head presses against the cool surface and he almost wants to laugh. Back in this part of the world at long last.. he’s got no family left and already met with an infestation to deal with. 

God, he’s getting to old for this shit. 

The crunch of rubble lances alarm through him, but he doesn’t possess the energy to get up. “Move along.” Hardly a threat when he’s in such bad shape, but that doesn’t stop the bite to his warning. 

[reliicsoul]

The sound of a scuffle is always prone to draw in scavengers. Esmond wasn't usually one of them, but something sounded... off. That wasn't the sound of two probably drunk people trying to take out their misery, anger, or both on one another. That was the sound of something... else. What else was hard to guess, as his hearing wasn't half as sharp as his sight. But still, he pulled his coat a little closer to himself as he slipped quietly to where the noise had come from, just barely getting close enough to hear the tail end of the retreat of whatever else had been there.

"You're hardly in the position to make demands," he retorts, glancing over in the general direction of the source of the skittering. "You can tell me off when you don't look like you've been dragged face-first up a flight of stairs."

He leans on the wall himself and uses it to get a bit lower to the ground, swinging a messenger bag out from behind him as he does. A first aid kit's easy to drag out from it and offer up (he doubts the stranger wants him to get any closer), though the kit may look a little too large to have fit in there in the first place. "Do you have somewhere I can help you get to in order to wait for a friend to come pick you up? I'd call an ambulance, but I'm trying not to kick you while you're down."

[hales-emissary]

necromancer: RISE.

necromancer: RISE. RISE UP.

necromancer: RISE BEFORE ME

necromancer: RISE MY CREATION

bread: *does nothing*

necromancer: fuck i forgot the yeast

[reliicsoul]

i think. i'm gonna redo esmond's carrd. i don't have as much info as i want on this one.

[reliicsoul]

❤️ - How did your muse come to realize their romantic and sexual orientations? Was it difficult to accept? Are they proud of who they are?

It took a while! Being born in the 1100s certainly didn't help much. Running off on a revenge quest at 17 didn't help much either, though in his 20s he finally realized that not really giving a damn about sex in general wasn't the default. At that point, he didn't have much time for introspection so he just filed it away and moved on.

Post death he's had time to think. And test. By treating it as something to poke and prod and unravel and finally fucking unpack, he's slowly come to terms.

When it comes to being proud, it's not really an outward pride. It's more... 'I have figured myself out for the moment, and I am content with what I have found.'

[randoboiiii]

Reasons why having a Corporeal Form is a good thing:

1. Feel the rain

2. Hold frogs

3. Walk in creeks

4. Mud

5. Lay in grass

6. Feel the warmth of the Sun