#da! verse

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@mageister

"What do you call a skeleton with no friends?"

"Bonely."

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Connor, under control by the golden chains, formerly a HOPE spirit, is now a FEAR demon. Hope and fear are on the opposite sides of the same coin.

If he catches a whiff of fear, the urge to dig into it can be nagging, but he forces himself to restrain and thankfully can thanks to the chains that keep him bound. Fear of death? A basic fear that he often picks up from people, perhaps one of the more standard ones, but still delectable. Fear of embarrassment? Interesting. A little different. Phobias? All unique and all fascinating.

Remnants of hope still linger within him and are more shown as he develops into a complex individual and is learning about the world around him. Often, thanks to the guidance of the Mourn Watch, Connor tries to channel the lingering essence of his former self with hope to soothe the fears of others. In doing so, the less fear around him, the better.

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Connor as a contained fear spirit is the complete opposite of his D&D undead aberration counterpart.

The D&D verse is focused on magic usage in combat.

The Dragon Age verse is focused on physical combat. Use of tendrils to whack things, fling enemies into each other, strangulation, bludgeoning opponents to death and biting them to pieces from the tendril mouths are the movesets.

In both verses, Connor is self sacrificing constantly and would contently die if it meant his living counterparts get to see another day.

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For Connor’s DA verse where he’s a demon (former hope spirit) under control, there are multiple stages where he can be encountered.

More often than not he’s in the Necropolis after being found by the Mourn Watch and taken in by them. This is solely about his communication abilities—what he learns and how he learns about the world around him is entirely dependent on who he’s with (aka his rp partner in the case of the rpc). 

Stage 1, new to surroundings, freshly taken in: 

Nothing but hissing from Connor. Expect to be screamed at a lot in ear shattering wails. May lash out at with a tendril but not strike anyone. Often found in a corner and fearful of anyone and anything like a stray dog. 

Stage 2, acclimated: 

Hisses and growls are more used for communication, more approachable, does not fake attacking anyone and is not trying to defend self. Clearly understands what is being said to him. Still has a safe corner he goes to. 

Stage 3, communication starts:

Communication begins, language starts. Shows signs of accelerated learning. Begins mimicking other peoples voices via phrases it hears, like a parrot, only creepier. Again, bear from annihilation  vibes here. Iykyk. Very experimental stage of trying to find his own voice. 

Stage 4, communication proficient:

Has a voice of his own, able to communicate effectively with words. Illiterate, however. Shows the signs of a more complex personality that has always been there in part being able to utilize words and communicate those feelings. 

Stage 5, learning how to read and write:

Expresses interest in certain books, learning how to spell out words via phonics. Messy handwriting, terrible spelling on any written notes. Expressed frustration at how difficult the language is. Also has shown interest in drawing, and anything involving his limbs such as sewing. 

Stage 6, full proficiency:

Able to read and write effectively. Can write scholarly documents, aids in the documentation for the Mourn Watch, writes books as needed for whatever record purposes. Terrible creative writer. Able to speak fluently and make jokes and various references pulled from literature and any other media. 

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@thanatologie gets an overdue starter

Normally the Necropolis was peaceful for the most part. Keywords being 'most part'. It was the presence of a few inexperienced Mourn Watchers that raised the alarm of a presence haunting the lower halls of the mausoleum.

"It was tall. Four arms," one said.

"Looked like death," said another.

"It was almost like it was looking for someone. Or something."

"Looked as if it were dressed for a funeral with a mourning veil."

An array of descriptions from fervent and anxious members, and none lingered long enough to grab any further descriptions. It looked lost, walking aimlessly, not attacking anyone or anything just yet. The doors of the halls it passed through were locked off, barred with chains as all were notified to steer clear until the malevolent spirit was dealt with.

Some of the younger Watchers ran the reports to their professor, bringing it to his attention first among all others. Professor Volkarin would know what to do, they'd say. He'd be able to handle it. It was his area of expertise. Even other figures of authority came to concurrence on that and advocated for the idea.

It's why, hopefully, their beloved professor would venture down into the depths of the mausoleum and confront the entity himself.

Where the demon waited, wandering, clinging to the depths of the darkest parts of the halls, relying on the shadows for its own personal shield.

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@necropolich continued from here

Dearest.

Oh, how the word could make the fear demon practically purr. And it did, the vibration emanating from that all too familiar location of within the ribcage, where often the sounds of laughter would reside instead.

Such a kind name.

A few steps forward towards the necromancer and it effortlessly closes the gap between them that was rather negligible to begin with.

It was here that Connor could truly indulge, the scent of fear lingering like a fair perfume. It only beckons what primal behavior has itself nestled deep within Connor that's so well restrained behind those golden chains. Instincts claw its way to the forefront of their behavior as from beneath the robes snake out those inky black tendrils, gently curling around his ankles.

"You act so surprised. And yet, you're the kindest soul here within the Necropolis. I do not understand how everyone is not already upon you by default."

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@alitlantern decided to ask:

"May I humbly request, not a bone, but a link from that fascinating chain, perhaps? The Seers in Rivain are very interested in the existence of such an enchantment."

"To help others like me, perhaps. Yes?"

The demon hovers over the man, tendrils within its ribcage curling curiously. Stuck in the body of a monster isn't ideal, but it's nice that there are those unafraid to come forward.

"I suppose I can." Connor rumbles, beginning to reach on his person with one set of hands to undo one of the chain links, while another larger hand from the secondary set of arms seeks to gently pull the man closer by the forearm.

"Give me a second. I'll give it to you."

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@rookedcrow

For better or for worse, the resident undead caught the sight of her first. Tasked with greeting any and all newcomers to the Necropolis for the first time, the Mourn Watch thought it proper for the growing and 'domesticated' fear demon to learn how to talk to people.

It was obvious that she wasn't familiar with the place, judging by how those eyes of hers scanned the area, as if trying to make sense of the place and take in the rather green and blueish hues of the lighting.

Standing at seven feet tall, and glistening chains wrapped around his form, he is hard to ignore, as death incarnate practically walks across the entry hall towards the woman.

Four arms. Empty eye sockets. A blackened veil upon his head to obscure vision. The skeleton is mindful of his presence and intimidation he may carry as he takes a gentle bow before her. The secondary set of arms remain held out, the tattered cloth draping over those long arms reminiscing of almost wings.

Like an angel of death.

"Hello. Are you in need of assistance? I am ... under the impression that you are not familiar with this place. I am more than happy to help if that is the case."