🐈⬛The strange Ghostface approaches the bell ringing figure. "Um... hi! I'm Dani, spelled and spoken with an "I" not a "Y". Please to meet you.... what's your name?" 🐈⬛
@thatcatghostinred
An unnatural-sounding chuckle noise sounded as he gleamed at The Ghostface.
It wasn't a laugh of tease, moreso a joyous expression of amusement for the other. Philip knelt down, finding the perfect patch of soil to use as his canvas.
His finger dug into the Earth, dragging along as he constructed each loop and curve of his name.
'Philip Ojomo' he had wrote.
Mimicking Dani's earlier explanation, he underlined the singular 'l' presented in his own name. Once finished, he stood straight up again, cleaning the dirt off his finger before guesturing towards the letters in the soil.
`Stay still and watch the fog. Don't move, don't blink and for god's sake don't breathe. ` - Benedict Baker
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˚꩜｡ The Wraith - Philip Ojomo
Dead By Daylight RP ˚꩜｡
18+ Only • Violence/Gore Mentioned {In-Game Universe Related}
Information/Rules
꩜˚ - Roleplay/Ask Account for Philip Ojomo, "The Wraith" , from Dead By Daylight
꩜˚ - Themes may include related in-game shown or described violence, gore, etc.
꩜˚ - No NSFW/overly suggestive prompts, asks, roleplays, etc.
I am willing to do some slightly suggestive themes/hints to suggestive themes in roleplay but nothing more. Mutuals only.
Suggestive themes in questions are fine as long as it follows the previously stated rules.
꩜˚ - Due to personal comfort I will not roleplay/interact with muses that are portrayed as/canonically underage (-18) unless they're specific to Dead By Daylight canon lore.
꩜˚ - I do not roleplay or interact with blogs that have Muns that are minors (-18). If you have no age/range listed I will refuse interact for comfort.
꩜˚ - God-Modding / Muse controlling (unless under specific prompts) will not be tolerated. Actions towards Muse must be related to in-game/reasonable.
꩜˚ - This character is a character in a Killer role canonically, if you're uncomfortable with the potential of your muse dying please just let me know! Death is not a required theme/outcome.
꩜˚ - This muse has a Survivor! version, please specify in your ask if you wish to RP with him! Otherwise by default it's the canonical Killer! Wraith.
꩜˚ - If you'd like, add a cosmetic of Wraith's to your prompt! I will portray him with that cosmetic for the prompt/roleplay!
Otherwise, roleplays are defaulted to his default outfit unless otherwise specified.
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The Muse
꩜˚ - Wraith is portrayed closely to canon with some head canons thrown in.
꩜˚ - Wraith is portrayed vocalizing with noises, growls, and hand gestures. He does not verbally speak. Refer to in-game sounds for reference (eg. lobby breathing/growling). Wraith uses basic ASL (will be spelled out as you would sign it), paper and pencils he steals from realms/trials, and sometimes dirt/anything he uses to mark his sigils.
꩜˚ - Survivor!Philip is portrayed with heavy burn scars, almost total vision loss in his left eye, and a personality close to how he's portrayed in Hooked On You! He is basically a socially awkward, easily flustered, nerd!
꩜˚ - Default world portrayed consists of older head canons; including separate campfires, killers being able to interact at their campfire, etc. Please specify if you'd like to follow an A.U, different canon, or more game-lore accurate canon.
꩜˚ - The story from his tome is heavily incorporated with his portrayal, along with his in-game biography.
꩜˚ - Multiship; preferred pairing is Trapper x Wraith. Survivor!Philip has no preference.
Both are portrayed as Asexual Biromantic, however chemistry first is required.
Do not attempt to ship our muses until discussed first.
꩜˚ - Both muses are portrayed as a transmasculine individual, specifically a transgender man. He/Him or They/Them pronouns are used.
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The Mun
You can find me over at @tulipdipity !
I also run survivor!Blitz @runninginablitz
I am actively working and disabled! Please give me patience!
Yes, I used to own the original blog of the same name! 🐱
I've been a Wraith main since 2017, forever a defender of Wraith.
There was silence on the wind. All except for the twinkling from a near by wind chime hanging from the porch of a dilapidated traditional home. The estate was large and reminded Kazan of his home. A home in which he had forsaken long ago for his mission of pride.
The large warrior rest on a rock near the house. Glaring at it from behind the ugly mask. That's when he spotted movement from the corner of his eye. A mist like substance that could be seen through. Although it was in the shape of something living. Something almost alive.
"Why have you come to this part of the realm?"
@curseoftheoni
The Yamaoka Estate is one of the many parts of the Realm that fascinated The Wraith any time he'd enter it. Despite the bloodied history behind the surface, the orange-to-blue hues intricately implemented on every inch of the map simply fascinated him.
Philip partly theorized the culture preserved within this pocket of the Nightmare may be the cause of his deeper intrigue. Or perhaps the wicked beauty of it all; beauty beyond the bloodshed.
Eyes darted from the Arbor to the stone statues dotting the grass as he stalked in thought. However, he'd been too caught up praising the architecture mentally, forgetting no one's ever truly alone in this Nightmare.
When he approaches the house he stops as he hears the thunderous voice's question. Philip turns, the long grass surrounding his legs shuffling beneath, leaving no doubt of his presence. The Wraith isn't surprised at The Oni before him; revealing himself with his bell merely seconds after his observation.
He'd been wandering from Realm to Realm in the hopes of discovering anything to scavenge. Philip wasn't particularly looking for anything specific; just items to tinker with and stash away from the Entity's ever-watching gaze.
Gestures began, explaining with his hands that he'd been prodding around for items and nothing more. His calloused hands produced some tattered cloth and scrap metal he had stashed away in his smaller waist pouch.
Philip held the items out to Kazan to examine for himself; he wasn't exactly searching for anything of more value. Tinkering kept Philip's mind distracted, but without more scraps he couldn't do much to keep that trend alive.
Not really a HC but a VC thing I think about all the time is that Wraith's VC or just a song that fits him soooo well is For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica
Ok now I go take care of the cat herd and dog pack 👋
@thatcatghostinred
// Honestly that song fits him so well!!
For a voice claim that would be interesting,, I've honestly haven't given it too much thought about a voice claim for him...
I'm also not great at those myself 😅
I'm always open to the idea though and this is a good one!
I think it's also mostly because I headcanon him (killer form) as silent/only able to speak through the groans, growls, roars, etc that you hear in game so I haven't really put much thought into it yet...
// In the Realm it's theorized survivors experience a psychological phenomenon; a need to fulfill a hunger that doesn't actually exist. It's an instinct to their minds, so they experience hunger, just in a different way.
I believe killers experience the same fate; some going to extremes for scraps or just to find the rarest and oddest 'delicacies' to satisfy their hunger.
It's harder for killers to gather materials, even harder to find what could even be considered food. I doubt they'd come to a point where the idea of eating each other was even a consideration; but the Nightmare is ever changing and ruthless.
When it comes to Philip, I doubt he's eager to participate but I also doubt he's completely unwilling. He's gone through hells more horrid than the Nightmare; he's had to survive with no one and nothing in his sights.
I think he'd try anything else first, even consuming what isn't naturally editable; like dirt from the ground. He's seen people brutalized before his own eyes, I feel a part of him hesitates to even think of the idea due to that.
But, I also believe Philip has a heighten need to survive compared to a lot of characters. From a young age he's had to fend for himself to even get a chance to grow up in a world he believed hated him and wanted him dead.
I feel for him cannibalism would be a last-ditch effort to survive if all other options fail. However, he wouldn't brutalize whoever the subject of the meal became, he'd treat it almost ritualistically; an unfathomable amount of respect from the original agreement to when he sits and eats alone.
[fire] sender drags receiver out of a burning building
Some of the maps had fires, but they were always controlled, always contained. No one in the Trial expected an actual fire to break out in the gas station. But the massive explosion and plume of smoke was hard to ignore.
Felix ran up just as Nea ran out, coughing and brushing ash from her face. She had been in chase. "Where's the Wraith?"
"Still in there, far as I care," she said through coughs.
He didn't hesitate. He bolted into the building. This whole situation was strange, but he wasn't going to let anyone die in an accident like this. The Wraith had never been directly cruel to him. He didn't deserve this.
The fire was still spreading but it was mostly smoke in the body of the building. If Felix stayed low and pulled his shirt over his face, he could just about navigate the space. The back door was open, another exit if he needed. The killer was unconscious in the garage when Felix found him. Fortunately, though tall, he was slim, easy enough to drag.
Arms looped under the Wraith's, Felix took one last filtered breath before making his way to the back door. He could not imagine the others would be sympathetic to him saving the killer in this scenario, so he would put as much time and distance between them as he reasonably could.
Unexpected happenings weren't entirely rare within the Realms, but this was something neither party would normally expect to happen.
Everything was a fast blur; one moment he's chasing Nea around the garage of the station, the next a loud bang of an explosion sounds off. A typical loop turned a different side of deadly as heat and haze poured into the room rapidly.
He's barely able to process the explosion as flames crawled toward him within the pitch-black smoke. The stench makes him cough loudly, eyes widening in pure terror as he catches a glimpse of the blaze hurling toward him.
In a danger like this, most would take flight and get away from the source, and yet, his feet remained still in fright. Philip is frozen, shut down as the neverending nightmares paralyze his body and mind.
Philip's world faded to black as the terror won over his soul.
Then he wakes up and he's outside.
The green atmosphere from the Wrecker's Haven greets him warmly as his eyes slowly blink open. Philip is utterly confused; that should've been his demise just like the others before him.
His brain wakes as he looked upward, realizing the sky above was moving yet his legs remained motionless. Eyes adventured downwards towards his arms, panic needling his body as he pushed himself away.
However in doing so, pain radiates from his leg throughout his body. A sharp growl, similar to the screech produced from pallet stuns, unleashes from his mouth as he stumbles back onto the soil beneath.
The flames had marked the calf of his right leg, small drips of blood seeping from it and into the grass below. His dotted pupils dart back and forth from the injury to the survivor before him as he hyperventilates from it all.
There's nothing but terror in his gaze, something none of the survivors ever witnessed this closely before. Philip gazes at Felix, shock preventing him from moving... Not that he honestly knew what to do from that point.
Philip mustered a look-back towards the station; flames had consumed the entire half of the building they had escaped. Shifting back to Felix before him, his brain put two and two together.
The breathing became less panicked, but he was still actively panting from the horror and pain of it all.
[ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ?
// As mentioned in Philip Oromo: The Algebra of Infinite Night, he has reoccurring nightmares of the days filled with the stench of rotting flesh invading his village and the killing crews that brutally murdered his people. He has dreams of loosing everyone again; his mother, father, his grandmother, Funanya and her children… Everyone.
He’s reminded, countlessly, of the horrors of the screams and stench of slaughter he had to endure at a young age every time he’s in a trial.
Funanya’s words haunt his mind regarding his humanity, how she clung onto hope, yet she too ended up brutalized just because he had dared take a wink of sleep in the nightmare. He fears falling asleep, fears encountering Funanya’s death again and again as his mind tortures him with the vision.
Philip can’t stand the sight of the campfire he’s forced to linger around, he only lingers around the flames if others accompany him or if they’re already present.
Azarov’s deceit haunts his nightmares and adds to his constant questioning of his humanity; if he really was nothing but a brutal killer, whether he had done it… any of this, unintentionally or not. The terror in the victim’s eyes when he had opened that car on that faithful day… What he perceives now as weakness resides deep within his soul, pondering endlessly of the ways he could have saved that man.
He often questions his humanity, whatever is left of it due to these reoccurring thoughts and nightmares.
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He dreams dearly of his grandmother Abi and the ways she’d comfort him during the worst of their days, continuing to comfort him through mathematics, and her white lies to distract him from the truths of their peril.
You’ll see this reflected when he encounters others, offering tasks or things to tinker with just to distract their minds from the hell they’re trapped in.
Sometimes, he dreams of his village before the madness brought upon it, at least what he could remember of it. Dreams offer a moment of comforting warmth as he’s able to visit the past where he sees his mother’s smile, the twinkle in his father’s eyes as he speaks about his lucky bell, and Abi’s guidance hidden within her words.
