#indie sinners rp

[soil-from-slaghtaverty]

Been absent due to cosplay work. Was at con this weekend. Had a blast as Remmy gave out a few gold coins. Brought out a lil step at the rave.

Good times

[first-born-of-a-lost-hive]

Ꮯꮖꭺꭱꭺ́ɴ Ꮐꭺꮮꮮꭺꮐꮋꭼꭱ

First Born of a Lost Hive

[ Inspired by : Cassidy ( Preacher ), Roy Goode ( Godless ) and Billy the Kid. So yeh, he's whimsical. But he also has a mouth on him and a temper to boot. Often reckless.]

Ciarán is affiliated before his death and rebirth with the early stages of the IRA that was originally Irish Volunteers who hadn't quite been established until 1913. But were merely the whispers of their beginnings in formed rebels against the English boot up until his immigration into the Americas in 1911. Stealing from the rich to feed the poor. He had met Remmick through these exploits. The young man was part of his first hive coming into America. He was beguiled and turned by Remmick at the ripe age of twenty. His metamorphosis had also been before the voyage into the states. So he walked onto that ship, the Celtic Hare, with his maker. Both as predators with an agenda shared through their hivemind link. Purpose driven. Hunting as one. They had turned majority on ship amidst their gluttony. Under promise of family, community to thrive on the echoes of home in a foreign land. However, as the tabloids reveal -- it didn't quite work out as planned. Most perished to flame set ablaze by the sun's early rays. To the public it had been discarded as engine failure that caused this unexplained fire to erupt. To quell hysteria. He was thought dead after their arrival. Ultimately split apart by the fiery star. Yet he had managed to seek shelter through soil, narrowly escaping true death. For a time he laid within river clay earth , nursing those wounds. His connection with his sire had been lost upon this hibernation. Neither of them knew, or could feel if the other had survived. Matters had worsened when Remmick had met the fate he had during October 1932. It wasn't until Ciarán's awakening , that he began to hear tales. Whispers of an incident down south, down amongst the Mississippi ridge. Seeking answers, he pursued the trail of stories. He was born December 15th in Carrigrohane (Carraig Ruacháin), Co. Cork , Ireland, 1886 to a family of two other siblings. A family plagued under the English boot if not due to their already staged poverty. Their father had been abusive to him and the youngest of their liter, whilst leaving his eldest brother on a pedestal built for favoritism. He shot and killed his father one night over these abusive episodes. Protecting himself and his little brother. Thus leaving their mother a widow. For she soon blamed him after in doing so, not listening to reason over why he had done what he done. Thus a mother's love churned sour and he left home to rebel out against the English oppressors in any way he can. He never saw his brothers again after. Age : Looks forever Twenty. Real age about forty six. Species : Vampire ( First Born to the lost Hive prior to the Celtic Hare ) Height : 5'11 Weight : 185 Eye Colour : Wintry scaled crystalline blue. Reflective sheen upon a predatorial edge simmers upon gradient amberish marigold. Flecks that imitate cooled embers. This becomes semi permanent within the iris when the beast's true nature takes hold. Hair Colour : Clove brown Ethnicity: Irish Stature : Athletically lean, though more on the lanky side of things. Favourite meal : The blood type 0 / 0 negative, or blood with high levels of alcohol consumption. Since alcohol has lost it's natural taste since his rebirth. Peculiar traits : Always seen wearing a revolver tucked away inside a gun rig across his hip. Fond of the flat billed short sloped top hat, hardly seen without it. Surprisingly an excellent marksman. An remarkable fiddle player, and an exceptional uilleann pipe player. His lineage can trace back to the Fili, quite possibly the reason Remmick had his eyes on him. However, those traits waned by his generation. As for the story of him obtaining an American gun rig and revolver . He stole it off a British officer, who in turn won it on a trip over seas. After that officer had told stories about gunslingers and outlaws in the Americas. A very young and impressionable Ciar fell in love with those stories , and in his obsessions, became the sole culprit why he acts and dresses the way he does. Fast forward to after the events of Club Juke. Ciarán is a conduit to Remmick's resurrection.

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[folkluric]

   𝓦E ARE 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 AND 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃 AND 𝕲𝑶𝑫; [ WE ARE WOMAN ᴬ̲ᴺ̲ᴰ̲ MAN. ]

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[pulpscare]

❝ PAUSE A MOMENT, AS YOU PASS BY. AS YOU ARE NOW, SO ONCE WERE WE. AS WE ARE NOW, SO SHALL YOU BE. ❞ an independent and selective oc only multimuse. prev. @pulpyfiction.

[he-devilss]

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[priwenshallprevail]

Soooo, I caved in. Made Remmick from Sinners. He's still heavily under construction , though. I eventually need to make a promo for him. But for now, have his basic arse link

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Irish lore lovingly intwined | Horror and Mythology based Role playing blog for Remmick of the film Sinners Mature 18+ Role Play | Mu

[soil-from-slaghtaverty]

Independent Role playing blog for Remmick of the film Sinners Irish lore lovingly intwined | Horror and Mythology based Mature 21 + | Mun is 30 + Under Construction

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Indoctrinated by : Mjǫðvitnir ( He, They, Them, Wraith, Monster )

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Side Blogs : Ciarán Gallagher ( Sinners OC ) - first-born-of-a-lost-hive Jack Wynand / Ryan (Bɩɔsɦɔƈƙ ) - the-chain-holden

This blog is  ONLY  made for those who are  over the age of eighteen, no minors  will be permitted to take part. Mature Content inside. Dead Dove : Do Not Eat.  Devouring flesh, drinking blood, other visceral gore depictions and real life horrors ( racism , colonization ). These subjects will be present on this blog; I must stress, please do not follow if you are not comfortable with these topics. I feel I must remind some, that I do not condone the actions of this character written; his actions do not reflect the writer of this blog. He is an antagonist, and villain to some --though tragic, but still a monster in most light. Yes he is a powerful and ancient entity. This does not mean he goes without weaknesses that can nearly render him powerless and weaken him enough, reducing him less than yer average man.

[soil-from-slaghtaverty]

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝐵𝑒 𝐻𝑒 :

He doesn't even believe in the Devil below or a God above for that matter. He came from an era before such theology existed in Ireland. However, he will play on that symbolism maliciously. Just as he would play on the symbolism of other deities within other cultures. If not in particular, trickster Gods are the more favorable image. The Choctaw had once dubbed him the Nashoba holba, or savage wolf. But also gave symbolism upon his true nature by parallels toward the Hoklonote : a shadowy like entity that can shapeshift , read the thoughts of others and feeds on deceit. Both telling and receiving . If it assorts into obtaining the upper hand out of fear, or even respect ? He will endow that imagery as his own. Reflect it onto himself through a manipulative game he quite enjoys. But even then it holds the connotation forshadowing of actual truth to his game. Just often not in a literal sense. It's a game he plays rather well. Purposely playing on words and their double meanings. This is also why he not once corrected Sammie or took insult. In fact, he embraced it. Becoming Sammie's own empirical Devil up until the very end. In which at that point he made effort to direct how foolish he was to blindly put trust in said scripture. Lifting this mask put on his name by the storyteller himself, due to his own conjecture over taking the musician into his hive among that moment during it's revelation. It is an image he still plays on even after resurrection with any verses relative to Samuel Moore. Or any who hold such high regard in Abrahamic religions.