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Wow, it's been forever since I've been on tumblr. Does anyone even still roleplay here? Also, I've been considering making a blog for my aspiring author/illustrator journey. Should I do it?

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PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name? A. Maria Rhea Renard Where and when were you born? A. Brasov, Wallachia. March 5th, 1779 Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.) A. Laurent & Astoria Renard, father was a hunter that worked alongside the Belmonts. Mother worked as a seamstress. Laurent was stern, doting, well respected, loyal and protective. Astoria was loving, understanding, kind and generous.  Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? A. One sister, Annette. Kind, sweet, gentle, generous, affectionate, angelic.  Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people. A. Outside of Brasov, with Alucard. A lodge within the woods roughly five miles away from Richter & Annette’s home.  What is your occupation? A. A huntress of monsters, mostly vampires. Hunts alongside both Richter & Alucard.  Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks. A. Maria stands around 5′6″ with her low heeled shoes she then stands at 5′8″, she possesses a curved figure weighing around 130lbs. She has long wavy golden locks and jade green eyes, she is not one for long frilly dresses. She prefers to sport a jacket dress with black shorts or leggings, low heeled shoes, leather gloves. Ears are pierced but earrings are simple emeralds. No tattoos mark her flesh, she has a few scars here and there on her body. And a small carnation birthmark on her inner hipline on the right side.  To which social class do you belong? A. Middle Class, Wealth Status is Medium.  Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? A. Slight allergy to nuts, no diseases ailing her. Physical weakness are a low, she’s pretty fit for her age. However, if she uses too much of her magic without taking time to recharge she overexerts herself and her stamina.  Are you right- or left-handed? A. Right handed, but during her training with Richter she taught herself to use her left hand in case of injury. What does your voice sound like? A. Voice range is probably a low to high alto, with slight Wallachian accent. Energetic and vibrant. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? A. “I do not get into trouble. It follows me.” “I can handle this.”  What do you have in your pockets? A. An owl feather, a pouch of money, spare ribbons, and a small knife.  Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? A. When bored, she hums or sings aloud. She fiddles with her hair bun often, plays with her hair. Nips and picks at the tips of her gloves when she’s thinking or trying to think of something. Annoying habits, can be a bit clingy. Rambles or rants when she’s trying to win an argument, she tends to stomp her foot when she’s getting angry or annoyed. A signature characteristic is she learned how to use her sash as if it were a whip, and sometimes uses it on Alucard when he tries to run off to brood after they get into a tiff.  

[venatorio]

"What if Shaft had never awoken my powers and Dracula never was resurrected? How do you think things would have turned out for us, Richter?"

Send me ‘What If’ scenarios for my muse to answer.

     “We probably wouldn’t have met, for one.”

Or at least, not had been on the terms they were now. It was hard to think of what his life would have been had he not fought Dracula. For one, Annette would have still been around and he wouldn’t have suffered a year in that dreaded castle. Plus, Alucard would still be in that eternal isolation and slumber he wanted to keep himself in. 

Something like that should be relieving to him, should bring him some peace of mind.

And yet…

     “Well, it’s not like it matters, right? Things happened.      Thinking about ‘what ifs’ won’t do us any good in the      long run. Besides, do you want to think about what      would happen if you didn’t awake your powers?”

[vampirivanator]

"Richter, Richter! Psssst Richter"

Richter looks up with wide eyes, blinking and tilting his head. He had just been cleaning a knife and he gently set the knife down to avoid any injury. “Yes Maria?”

[huntressbled]

@shinsogi

              The echoing cries of the creatures of the night within the forest made the hairs on the back of the huntress’s neck stand; jade greens twist about warily as the woman pressed onward in her search. Her dearest brother in law had gone missing while on a hunt himself but several months ago; Maria could not stand by at home by her sister’s side any longer. She had to find Richter. For her sister and their child’s sake. Maria had made the silent vow that she would bring Richter back by any costs; even if it did cost her own life. That was simply what needed to be done.

            Stepping forward through the brush and shrubs; she glanced around the forest her only light guiding her path were the moon’s rays glistening above through the leaves of the trees. Her gut was twisting and knotting with each step she took, her heels making low impressions upon the blades of grass. Maria’s gloved hands pushed and pulled at branches and shrubs that stood within her path; what laid beyond the bushes wasn’t what Maria expected.

                A steep incline sent the huntress tumbling down the side of a mossy slope; her body striking rocks and logs before crashing into the ferns below. A pained groan escaped her lips as she winced, the pulsating waves of throbbing aches surged throughout her body. She laid there on the grass for a few silent minutes, her mind racing with various thoughts as her heart palpitated with an array of emotions.

         ‘What if Richter is seriously injured? Or worse, what if he’s deceased? What am I doing? I do not even know where to begin my search for Richter. This is ludicrous, Maria why don’t you ever think?’

                  Tears dared to sting the corners of her eyes as she laid there; feeling defeated in her quest to find her brother in law. What would Annette say to her if she came home without him? She had swore to the heavens and back, she’d bring him home. But, how could she accomplished that if she did not even know where to begin? She had been following her gut, her heart. But, there had been so many times her gut and heart got her into dangerous and troublesome situations.

              The shrill of a creature alerted Maria’s attention; she scrambled to her feet to take in a manticore emerging from the thickets; a deep sigh escapes Maria’s lips. “Trouble really does know where to find me.” She mutters to herself, she dodged the manticore’s lunge by jumping to the side and began to evade its swipes and bites. Her eyes remained locked on its scorpion like tail and stinger; one wrong move with that piercing her flesh and she would be a goner. When leaping to her left, the manticore’s claws managed to rake across her right forearm sending her through the air and hitting the nearest tree.

          Collapsing to the ground, she groans placing her gloved hand over torn fabric and bleeding flesh; her eyes lock with the beast and she felt frustration rise within her chest. Taking a needed breath she prepared for the beast to lunge for her once more; but this time she would summon forth Suzaku: The Vermilion bird. The phoenix emerged from behind and above the young huntress; it made a screeching like caw extending its wings outward bringing forth fire. With its eyes glowing bright gold, a series of meteors form an arc above and below Maria before hurling them at the manticore. Engulfing it in a violent and fiery death. 

                Rising to her feet, Maria felt a smirk crease to her lips as the Vermilion bird vanished from behind her; turning on her heel she began to venture farther into the forest until the sound of a bellow ensnared her attention.

            Maria’s gaze drank in a castle in the near distance, enthralled Maria approaches it ascending the steps and pushing open the castle’s doors. She was left awestruck by the castle’s interior, stepping further inside she glanced about warily. This, this could not be the legendary castle of castlevania. She had strange memories about this castle, were they even memories or were the twisted illusions from what that wicked sorcerer Shaft had done to her psyche. Maria made her way to the center of the grand staircase, pursing her lips she felt the strange need to call out.

        “Hello? Does someone reside here? I am looking for someone.”

         Perhaps, by some faint miracle. Perhaps this was where Richter was? She could only hope, she could only pray. But in her heart, she felt this would be the lead she needed in finding Richter Belmont.

[vampirivanator]

@tianhuli

Alucard sat out on a rock, staring up at the stars above. Sometimes he’d wonder what the skies would look like years from now. He always had that thought every once in awhile ever since he was a child. He closes his eyes for a bit, just taking in the gently breeze. He opens them again when he hears gentle footsteps.

“Father used to tell me about the stars in the sky, telling me stories about the constellations and all of it. I have always been fascinated by them, and the stars have certainly changed since 300 years ago.”

[vampirivanator]

@tianhuli

Richter let out a small yawn as he slowly dozed off. The poor young Belmont hadn’t been sleeping well since the incident at Castlevania. It’s as if, just as the Vampire Killer had been cursed, he had been too. Cursed to be plagued by nightmares. He lets out a tiny snort as he wakes himself up abruptly from his tiny 10 second nap.

“I’m awake! I swear it!”