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This is Finnlay Kelly

A Yharnamite. Originally following the Healing Church before the scourge came.

That's when he started following the cult that branched off the church. (Same as @voidcreations made)

He is just a layman, but climbed the ranks in the cult. And had a successful controlled turn to beasthood. His self almost entirely intact.

He has the beast rune (maybe other runes as well?) Carved into his body.

Would eat an entire family Suspicious Beggar style.

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He is a sworn protector of any Cult priest or priestess.

But is dedicated to one in particular, Eden Sutton.

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Eden is a priestess within the cult who has taken on a different mission. She calls herself a mender. And aims to aid the beasts of Yharnam big and small.

The cult finds her work honourable and assigned her protection in the form of Finnlay Kelly. Finnlay volunteered to partner with her.

Any beast he can run down she examines. Tends for and sometimes even feeds if they've been lucky with hunts.

A vial of her blood may be given those in grave condition. But she can only spare one vial every so often.

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Father Vandran and his adoptive daughter.

He just can't help to teach her ;-; she don't know shit. Even if she kinda freaked him out at first.

Father Vandran's infection of the beastblood is worsening. A consequence of which, unknowingly to him, was the odd feeling he felt around the escaped test subject. A mere child. Wrinkling his nose in disgust without knowing really why. Kripper wasn't scared of anything. That was a flaw of his. And yet this little quiet girl made him feel unease.

Lamb is the fuzzy head of hair you see in his lap.

Lamb belongs to @voidcreations

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Since @voidcreations be posting bloodborne AU~ here is my two lovebirds

Varentin (the not so monsterously large one) is still learning the ropes of the Healing Church. He is studying- sometimes under Kripper (the big boy).

Kripper is still a cleric, but an executioner first. It's another branch of executioners from what we know from the game. And they use a HUGE trickweapon similar to that of the White Hunter (fr the short Silent Hill comic).

I thought it fitting since the executioners are such a nod to Pyramid Head. And that weird weapon is something that I could totally see in Bloodborne.

Kripper is gone on vileblood hunts for far to long, while Varentin is stuck in the relative safety of the church :(

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The cleric smelled distinctly of iron, his garb so badly stained it had taken a new color. It had probably been soaked, dried on its own and soaked again countless times. To Varentin the smell had become something he associated with his return- he almost welcomed it.

"Say-" Varentin began. "How long are you staying?"

Father Vandran slicked his hair back only to have his bangs fall forward again.

"Until I'm needed again," he said with a smile. Varentin was a little disappointed, knowing that wouldn't be long.

"Besides the younglings need teaching- Master Drever was so kind to recommend me." There was a moment Varentin thought he meant him, but realized the cleric was talking about the newest pupils at the church.

"They'll be in good hands I'm sure, Father," Varentin said politely. A cold gust of air brushed past them and Kripper shot him a wicked grin.

"Is that a tinge of jealousy I hear, Varentin?" The student was about to protest, but Kripper embraced him.

"Know that only you will suffice." He touched him through the robe. His hands large and strong like the rest of him. Calloused from the grip of his weapon. When he leaned his head down, Varentin met his lips.

"Have you offered your blood to anyone else?" The cleric asked. Varentin was sad to say that he had. He had been out for too long for him to save himself and not aid others.

"That's fine.. I don't want you to weaken yourself."

"No," Varentin protested. "I will give it to you." He bit his lips, not wanting to come off as jealous.

"If you insist," Father Vandran said, a smirk on his lips. It could be a sensual thing- sharing ones blood with someone else. Varentin hated that he felt so strongly about it- the Church said to share, but he wanted to give it only to his.. beloved.

Thankfully the cleric hadn't called him selfish. Maybe he shared his views, he thought and felt himself blush.

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A lil about this blog!

Hi I’m Ebu, this is gonna be an art/fic blog mainly for my ocs but also occasional fanart.