Carrier of the Darksign

I was the one to bear the burden, to make the sacrifice, to ignite the fire....

[young-replica]

Chosen Undead here.

Remind to stay in school and don’t eat the yellow snow.

That is all.

[cittamemes]

Anon or not I'd like to hear your thoughts on how I play my character! Critiques as well as good points welcome!

[magatsudetective]

"Sometimes I really do wonder how you kids stay so positive all the time."

[restoredhumanity]

''When you have gone through everything negative in life, is being positive not the only thing left to do?''

[restoredhumanity]

It's always Darkest before the Dawn

[darkwingedcrane]

"Follower of the Darkmoon..?" She said quietly under her breath. Trying to think of what that could mean. Not wanting to say anything that would put her in bad terms. This knight had to have some value to him. Soon enough, he went off and told a story. Intently listening to what was being said.

"Well, I wouldn’t say that I’m a lover of the moon. Although, I can say that I do prefer it to the moon. You can say that it goes in line with the type of work I do. But that tale is a bit interesting…"

Taking a few steps closer, also taking a seat. There was still at least a good few feet between them. But from this distance, she could see that he was completely armored, head to toe. Was he paranoid of something? Afraid that something would happen without it? Or was it just the custom from his land?

"The son and the daughter, the son always being in the shadow. You said the power between them was split, wasn’t it? Why couldn’t the son overthrow his sister if he wasn’t happy? Take her place as the sunlight, and give her domain over the moonlight. After all, their power does stem from the same source."

"I guess this would lead into my next question then. You questioned if I was a follower of this Darkmoon, right? I would assume they are a group that worships the moon. Would their also be a group that worships the sun? If people worship the moon, surely they must also worship the other. And would you be a member of that group?"

[restoredhumanity]

‘’You ask many questions, girl. I am afraid not all of them have answers. After all, this is but a fairy tale. Surely you do not believe in such grandma stories? Still, your words do have seeds of truth in them. It is said that adults with hopes and dreams took the story to heart, and following your expectations, formed two orders, one who worships the Sun and one who reveres the Moon. ‘’

Bursting into sincere laughter, the knight extends a hand towards the sun and performs a grabbing motion. The ball of fire in the sky, portrayed as both a God and a source of power, was never in humanity’s reach. Nobody could grasp its power, seize it and make it their own. The same could be said of the Moon, two spheres far away from the ground, forever to remain untouched.

‘’But finding someone who belongs to either order is …impossible, to say the least. For, you see, they are all dead. Back in my world, an unknown assailant was said to have erased every single last one of them. It is a mystery for sure, because nobody knows their identity. Yet, I have hope that perhaps maybe a single follower of either order has been taken to this place, just like I have. Which is why I asked you.’’

[restoredhumanity]

Mr Knight only has 1 reply to do since the Event ended and I've done my others! If you have interest in adventuring with an undead, I have an open or just like this post/shoot me an ask and I'll contact you over what sort of thread you'd like!

[restoredhumanity]

''You should be nice to kids. They're small, easy to break, undeveloped humans. Innocent and frail, it would be a sin to raise a hand against them. Unless they are skeleton babies. Then use a Holy weapon to make sure they stay dead. Their bones make a satisfying crunching noise when stepped on, too..''

[darksoulsart]

Dark Souls: Depths

[restoredhumanity]

It's always Darkest before the Dawn

[eloquental]

               ♞.   As the other shifted aside to let the male enable to view his work, he was grateful enough that the other was willingly open to show his production. ❝I almost came to conclude that it was a natural phenomenon occurring within the city but it seems as if I’m incorrect. I see words the color of crimson yet red letters gleaming reading… ‘Gorgeous View’.❞  

The other male was surely a knight, one that had withstood many obstacles and hurdles during his lifetime. Sky hues averted its position from the sign towards the view to the significant other, a direct judgement about the gentleman that slithered into his mind was that the world the other had originated from highly differed from his own. One would inquire how an individual was able to be resurrected from the dead more than once in a lifetime. A world with the opportunity to adventure the unknown without a constant worry, excluding those obstacles, or creatures rather, that blocked his path.

The damages inflicted upon the set of armor may very well represent the hardships that ensued in their life. Each dent representing a fragment of a memory among the many that lingered within one’s mind. Plate armor was something that didn’t cease to exist in his own world, this producing the gaze of embezzlement more than curiosity that seeped into the male. Having a sense of compassion towards a set of armor would of concerned the blond for the other’s well-being in spite of that upon arriving to the city, his views towards most things had altered as he acknowledged the many beliefs and trinkets one would have in their own world. 

That said, he himself had a small trinket of his in remembrance of his origin. The knight was true to his words, the commander was left in awe, it was an unbelievable site of course. It was merely a coincidence that Erwin was still able to talk after viewing the other’s work. 

[restoredhumanity]

His hope rekindled, the knight chuckled under his breath. Perhaps this world was not so bad after all. Whereas messages like this one would normally pop up everywhere, owing to the distorted time-space, it was all barren here. It is said that you do not realize the value of something until you lose it, and only now did the knight understand how quiet and lonely it was to not see the writings of others. The glowing sign in front of him was confirmed by the blond man to be readable even by the inhabitants of this ‘’hive’’, which brought relief to the tortured dark soul. ‘Maybe someone will read it’, the knight thoughts, ‘and perhaps answer it. I won’t have to be alone anymore.’ Truly, despite the neutral and non-aggressive creatures that roamed the city, whom he would not dare call humans for the simple purpose that a large part of the population was as far away from human as him, the being under the armor felt something tug at his heartstrings.

‘’Thank you for bringing me such aspiring news, good man. I must express my heartfelt gratitude somehow. Alas, I am poor, with no coin of mine being accepted here.  I could not treat you to a warm meal despite my want. Please, tell me if there is some way a man of my stature could repay you. Oh! I beg your pardon, I have not received your name. What might that be?’’

He was one. All the souls previously carried had left the Chosen Undead. For the first time in forever, he had nobody. Not even that fragment of a soul who had initially left the signs for him to read, and learn, and escape the Undead Asylum. The emptiness inside of him ached, pulsing like the heart that had long stopped yet recently began its incessant pumping again, it desperately needed to fill the void. Perhaps all he needed, at this moment, was a friend.

[restoredhumanity]

Turn Left and then Skeleton! // Open Thread

‘’Oh, ehm…sorry…I BEG YOUR PARDON….WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!....oh dear….Lord, what did I do to deserve this?’’

A scene straight out a comedy of some kind, not that comedies existed in his world, but something a bystander with general knowledge of the times would find funny, laughing his or her gut over the sight of a mob of confused humans pushing around, an armored man at the center of it. In short, that man was long. In long, well, it had all started when the paladin was on one of his mindless wanders around the city, owing to his lack of knowledge about the area, he felt compelled to explore and despite his poor navigational skills, the pressure was just too strong. Nobody actually knew how bad that man was at navigating around the environment, and those who did were long dead by now, promptly slain by his own blade. Rolling into pitfalls,  inability to climb over simple ledges, absolute refusal to jump any sort of distance, that sort of events were daily (un)life for the Chosen Undead. His steadfast belief that anything could be achieved without detaching your two feet from the ground, unless you were rolling, and not counting falling from ledges, although intentionally this time, was not going to be changed in the near future.

And so his adventurous urges had brought him face to face with the shiny rotating door (not that doors have faces, mind you) of the department store ‘HIVEA’, said to be the number one place to get delicious meatballs, or actually shop for home furnishing, which was the original point of the store, its meaning blurred with time and amount delicious food served in its cafeteria. After several tense minutes, and assuring himself that the rotating door was made of glass and would not, in fact, murder him if the see-through material touched him, the paladin took a deep breath and walked inside. He could not utter a single word before his breath was forced out, the front side of a bargain-hunting mob pushing him from behind, wedging him amidst themselves, his body out of control. Leaving himself to fate, the Chosen Undead began to mentally recite prayers to all his Gods, even those outside of his pantheon, and he was half way through his speech to Kremmel, the God of Struggle, when suddenly the restraints around him released, and he could feel blood rush back to his limbs. The immediate reaction of a knight was to push people away, but try as he might, he could not easily do that, thus his loud exclamations. Thankfully, his prayers seemed to have reached someone, as he spotted a hole in the mob of human beings, large enough to squeeze through. This action got him out safely, his tired body falling down into a nearby computer chair, head hitting the seat and causing one thought to jump to the front of the paladin’s mind.

‘’I think I’m lost.’’

[soulllmyr-deactivated20150813]

Hang in there little knight

[aureoprincipe]

      Oh, that sentence -Lewis Carroll indeed was right when he stated that every single being in the world was victim of their own, personal madness, with the surrounding not really able to understand it fully. With almost a chuckle, Giorno found himself agreeing with his words, before hearing the mentions of God —and let’s say it, for one who’s just running from deity issues, that managed to make his own blood freeze on place, feeling almost the cold, ethereal touch of a fatherly hand caressing his back and reminding him that, no matter how far and how much he ran, he was always nothing but a belonging of his.

      « I… have a really difficult relationship with deities. Especially after seeing my own father becoming one of them, by destroying my universe and all the ones within its borders, and living trapped in what he called Heaven —nothing but a grey castle filled with the true forms of objects lost forever in the voids. And I was one of those. » For a moment, he remembered those few times Mista managed to drag him to mass on Sunday, the silence of Rome’s most beautiful church being broken only by the murmur of prayers and the nostalgic sound of the organ playing a Requiem. He remembered how relaxed his bodyguard looked so unnervingly serene every time —the young mafia Don finding himself envying the way he kept living his life as if it was the last one, with a smile on his face and jokes always leaving his lips, almost unfitting his job in Passione.

      But now he was gone forever, and nothing but a dirty, dusty hat deprived of his bright colors was what remained of him in the wastelands of Heaven.

      And yet, here he was. From his position, he silently joined his hands and closed his eyes, salty tears of pain poking his orbs right when he thought he had no more tears to shed. It lasted a few seconds, but yet he did it, enjoying the shadow of what it was supposed to be relief cowering against his heart. His eyes were still covered of a translucent veil when he moved his head towards the talking one, lower lip being bitten lightly, the voice, now, being nothing but a murmur —but with the silence surrounding them now, talking with a higher tone was nothing but useless, after all.

      « My dream, Signore, is to escape from his grasp. To be able to fix the terrible mistake that brought my universe from being deleted and recreated. To be able to see the ones I loved and cherished once more, by my side. I want to have a purpose that’s not being my father’s pretty doll until the end of time itself —to love, live once more and ultimately die like all the beings surrounding me. That’s all I desire. That’s all I asked right now, one more time. »

      After all, hoping for freedom wasn’t that wrong, was it?

[restoredhumanity]

‘’So…you are a belonging? A puppet of someone? And you wish to cut the threads connecting you to your master, to be free from his possession? I hear your words and I cannot say that I understand your feelings, but I beg you for permission to try. Humans, like you and me, have a predetermined path in life. But the future is not set in stone. I too was forced to make an important choice, with the very foundations of reality being affected, depending on my answer. Where many would end it, I did not. I took the reins of life in my own two hands. Similar to you, I was on a holy mission, as spoken in an old prophecy. But I refused to follow it through to the end. I was not to be someone’s puppet, just like that. Only I could control my life! And so I did, and for the first time since my birth, I felt free. ‘’

Casually checking the corpses for any loot, the knight paused his speech, deep in thought. The look of bliss on the face under the helmet was not to be seen by anyone, but somehow the blond-haired man knew, for he could imagine the paladin’s feelings at that moment in time. It was as if he was in rapture, simply by diverting his destiny. It was a secret to everyone, one that the undead did not plan to reveal, but he had actually become a Dark Lord before he was whisked away to this world. The power at his fingertips, it ebbed and flowed. Instead of lighting the First Flame and dooming the world, he turned away. Nothing could stop him from doing his best to fix the world, so why did the prophecy claim that he would relinquish his body and soul just to extend the Age of Fire? It was a dumb decision, a decision no sane man or woman would ever make. It was time for the advent of the Age of Dark…

‘’Giorno Giovanna, you might not regain what was once lost, but you should not give up. Even death could not stop me, so why should that be a bother to you? Extend your hand forward and grasp your future. Do not let the sins of the past burden you. Come here and pray with me, and all will be forgiven.’’

[hexenberg]

I Used To Be Undead Like You [Chosen Undead]

[hexenberg]

"Excuse you! Of course I’m certain! Why else would I have asked?" A slightly indignant frown crossed the girl’s features. "If it’s dangerous, then I’m just extra sure I’m gonna go! There’s someone trapped out there, remember?”

No way did she want to get left behind, what if this knight went then something happened to him too? Gah!

"You don’t need to be guarding me, I can stay out of trouble! And two heads are better than one, right?! Four eyes! If it’s dangerous, it’s better for everyone involved if we get it done as fast as possible, right?"

But her imploring look broke into a jubilant smile as he agreed to join her, albeit a little hesitantly. 

"I promise! I don’t do or need either of those things, you’ll see! Now come on, the woods are this way!"

————-

Honestly, foreboding was the last sense the girl got from the enchanted forest, because it looked like exactly that; something straight out of a a fairy tail. The hazy atmosphere and lights in the distance; it was like a beautiful dream…

She stayed relatively close to the knight’s side, but she was often prone to wandering a few metres away here and there, unable to resist a light exploration of their surroundings. 

"Isn’t this place pretty! Oh! I don’t even think i said hello properly before… You can call me Walpurgis!"

[restoredhumanity]

‘’I don’t like the look of this place. It fills me with a sense of …dread. As if something imposing is just waiting around the corner of that nearby tree, patiently expecting us to idly pass by it, so it can devour us both in a single gulp.’’

Lifting his sword to point at a tall tree in the distance, the knight chuckled under his breath. He was merely messing with the kid, eager to test her reaction to suggested fear. To him, fear itself was but a children’s tale. Considering all the Paladin had gone through, the numerous times he had experienced death’s grasp, the pain of rebirth, returning to the world in one piece, that emotion no longer existed for him.

‘’This place is indeed, pretty. Pretty dangerous, I would say. Try not to wander off too much, Walpurgis. And if you ever feel like you are in trouble, just yell ‘SIR KNIGHT’, and I will be at your side instantly. I shall slay all the monsters that stand in our path.’’

A ray of light in the distance piqued the paladin’s interest. Leading the happy-go-lucky child in that direction, the pair came to a clearing in the forest, where the sun could finally reach the ground. It was covered in flowers of all types and colors, and several pieces of stone jutting out of the ground indicated that this place was an old altar of some kind, or at least the ruins of it. The moss growing on the underside of the boulders proved it hadn’t been touched in a while, yet the grass had parted itself, shaping into a path away from the clearing and back into the forest. There weren’t any footsteps, but something seemed odd.

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[patchythewitch-deactivated20250]

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[aureoprincipe]

      « Our curses are indeed similar, both forbidding us to be blessed with an eternal slumber and the peace our tormented souls deserve, both slowly parting us from the right way and drowning in a sea of red and madness. I sometimes wonder if I’m not mad already, and this is nothing a conjecture my subconscious created in order to preserve… something. Maybe my humanity, or whatever remains of it. »

      He could see the ghouls attacked by the scorpion falling limply on the dusty soil, the poison of the little creature being powerful enough to cause them foam from their rotting mouth and convulsions before actually returning the corpses they were. Snapping his fingers, the little creature seemed to crumple on himself like folder paper, returning the pebble it was from the start.

      A sigh left the mafia prince’s lips,eyes now wandering all around the wasteland —only a red line showing where the horizon was, in an apparently endless valley of gravestones and death.

      « I used my power for good —I defended and protected people I loved with it, and I do not regret it. I had a dream, a dream I realized back then, in my world, but now… everything is gone, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it, and this only makes me drown into a sense of uselessness I would gladly punch away if I could. »  A pause, gloved fingers caressing lightly the junction of his neck. « My name’s Giorno, signore. Giorno Giovanna. »

[restoredhumanity]

‘’Mad? We’re all mad here. I can never really tell if I’m about to lose my sanity, or if I have already lost it. Can you not say the same for yourself? In fact, can’t everyone? We never really realize the meaning of something until we lose it. Then, if something was meaningless to us, how will we know if it isn’t already gone? ‘’

Leaning down to inspect the ghouls’ dead bodies, the Chosen Undead notes their lack of souls and just kicks one of them away after standing back up. His disappointment clear, he sighs a breath of relief and gestures to his blonde ally.  

‘’Giorno Giovanna, do you believe in God? I do not speak of a specific one, but any sort of god in general. Men these days are not very religious. I remain pious because it is one of the few things I can hold onto. My faith is strong. I believe in your dream. So please, allow me a prayer. Perhaps you could join me, too. A plea to God, it is as simple as it sounds. I shall pray for your dream to come true. And I am certain it shall, for even if none of my prayers have been answered, they have all become a part of reality, albeit not exactly the way I wished for them.’’

The paladin produces a talisman from his pocket and places it on a nearby boulder before falling down on his knees in front of it, palms pressed up against each other directly in front of his chest, head leaning back and looking up towards the heavens.

‘’Tell me, what exactly is your dream? Oh, and before you ask, feel free to address me any way you wish. I am but a wandering knight with no name…’’

[gravelorded]

"I would hate to harm you after death. So go now, and thank you…"

[fffcuk-deactivated20130422]

what doesn’t kill you fucks you up mentally and affects your ability to have stable relationships with other human beings