So, here’s all the Hatties I have down so far for the Bloodborne au. Here’s some brief descriptions of what I have in mind for them under the cut ‘cause it got too long. (Thomas is @askthehatboxghost‘s, Horatio is @ask-the-hatbox-ghost‘s, Randall is @theheadlessgroom‘s, and The Shadow (Hatty) is @theshadowofthechateau‘s)
Thomas Gracey: Thomas Gracey, following in his mother’s side of the family’s heritage after the death of his father, joined the Healing Church of Yharnam early in age. He managed to make it to the elite delegation, the Choir. He serves as the guardian and main scholar of the laboratory in Bygenwerth.
Thomas has in his possession the Augur of Ebrietas, which allows him to summon ethereal tentacles for defense as well as a multitude of other spells contained in his journal. Thomas dislikes using guns and practical weapons, viewing them as a hassle and unnecessarily brutal.
Horatio Topper: A pure blood Yharnamite, Horatio admittedly acts like he isn’t in an apocalypse. But an apocalypse never mattered to him - there’s always a proper time for hats after all, so he goes around selling homemade hats to forlorn hunters (or beasts if a werewolf wants one and doesn’t try to eat his face off). He’s simply living life, selling and making hats.
Horatio has a threaded cane but rarely uses it, due to him needing it to walk on account of a bum leg. However he often uses his rifle if ever pressured and can’t flee which shoots abnormally powerful quicksilver bullets thanks to his seemingly endless supply of bone marrow ash and blood tinge. (Carries 40 bullets rather than the usual 20 for most hunters)
Randall Pace: Randall is the husband of a rather successful and efficient crow hunter (Emily the Crow) and owns a haberdashery that doubles as a inn specifically for hunters. He wants to help anyway he can in the Hunt; providing lodging and his own services are a sure fire way of accomplishing this goal. Admittedly new to hunting and going with his wife a majority of the time, he still believes he’ll be able to go on his own eventually.
He carries a threaded cane and Evelyn from his wife’s travels through Yharnam’s surrounding territories (that he really doesn’t know how to use fantastically (He’s trying)). Therefore he resorts to his personal brass knuckles occasionally. He has a belt that can hold an abnormal 30 blood vials compared to the normal 20 stock.
The Shadow of Cainhurst: Many people debate on who or what exactly the Shadow is. It isn’t a Great One, but its not entirely beast and many debate if it was ever human in the first place. All they know is it has an adulation with Madame Alma Vileblood, making it impossible to reach the sobbing widow. And it can speak! That’s new. It has control of a majority of Cainhurst Castle, including the ghosts and specters inside leftover from the executioners’ reign of terror.
The Shadow can summon snakes from it’s shadowy body which are heavily venomous. These snakes are not solid beings, making it possible for them to go through walls and bite unsuspecting hunters. It can summon a shadowy scythe that gives both physical and psychological damage.
The Composer of Symphonies: The Composer is a lesser Great One from before the murder of Kosm. He was created originally to be a hunchman of sorts to Kos, but after Her death by the old hunters he was reduced to a being without purpose other than to avenge her death. He therefore despises hunters with a powerful malice, and aims to bring them all a living hell. The Composer lurks in Old Yharnam and Yahar'gul, often in churches, especially those with surviving musical instruments. He tends to wear human clothes, mostly because he enjoys the texture but he also wants to seem more human or beast-like to trick hunters into engaging him. Eventually, the lesser One is bound by Sinclair the Conductor and kept as a companion of sorts.
The Composer can easily manipulate his surroundings, creating a mirror world to better confuse his opponents. He often manipulates and puts his victims through grueling mental torture to weaken them before killing them and using their remains to make new instruments for his collection.
Chronis frowned, taking the bottle and looking over the label before uncapping it and sniffing it delicately. “I would rather not drink strange drinks of unknown origin,” he replied. He handed it back, “I may be immortal, but that is... pushing it.”
Chronis blinked upon receiving the message, tilting his head. That surprised him, to say the least.
Chronis hummed, “Interesting. Well, our dimensions are similar in some respects. Ghosts are a bit less... likely in my dimension than in yours, but they are a relatively common occurrence. There is a Hell and Heaven, but not exactly something you would expect. And the default “afterlife”, if you can call it that, is reincarnation.
“Although, I can’t exactly speak to your personal effects. I am aware of your doppelgänger in my own universe, an Egore Von Bite, but I... don’t know many in depth details pertaining to him.”
Chronis had run into characters like this, questioning the reasons for the universe, why it was here. He didn’t much understand himself. He was created just like everyone else, and when he asked these exact same questions to Them, he received no answer.
However, he supplied the same answer he always did, at least giving him a bone from the entity that spent millennia in the coldness of space, painting galaxies, speckling stars, and molding planets due to purpose and duty and... “Well. Why not?”
Chronis frowned, confusion flickering through his eye for a moment. “I’m unsure,” he replied. “But I’m not exactly one to go back on my vow of secrecy.”
