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@thenewlastbelmont
Oh. Good to see you're not a night creature. I think.
Welcome to the house. Can I get you anything?
Indie ~ Semi-Selective ~ multiship ~ OC friendly ~ Mun is 21+
Please read my rules here
Check out my about mun page here! (in the works)
Send my muse anons pretending to be someone they care about. The twist: make these anons as heartbreaking, disappointing, or anger-inducing as possible.
Pretend to give them bad news, pretend to break up with them, pretend to make an upsetting confession - as long as it hurts, it’s fair game.
From @thenewlastbelmont To Gabriel Agreste. Because I'm in a crack mood
🛌
"What are you doing in my bedroom let alone my home? Get out."
Richter looked around, "Sorry. House was so big, I thought it was abandoned. My bad," He gingerly got out of the bed, pulling the covers back in place, "Your bed is really comfortable, by the way. I would come back to this bed invited any time."
"Another Belmont? Hm..." The Count gives a soft glare. He doesn't know what exactly to do. It's been so long since he had fought the previous one. Maybe Leon's threat so long ago was going to be true.
Richter looked up at the count, teeth gritted. He felt a familiar blue flame grow in his hand as he prepared for an attack, "Who are you, vampire? You came to the wrong Belmont if you were looking for a civil conversation."
He gave a chuckle. He decided to toy with Richter a bit. "Are you so unknowing of your family's history you haven't a clue who I am?" He looked at the blue flame, flashbacks came to his mind. The blood of the speaker was definitely in the one standing before him now.
"I know that you're a vampire. And I know that I have one job; to kill vampires. It doesn't matter which of my ancestors you've tormented. What matters is that this will be another victory for the Belmont Clan and another victory for humanity. So. What are you afraid of, little bat?"
"Ah yes. I remember your ancestor, QUITE WELL." He gives a chuckle. "And yet, he attempted to use his puny fist. I wonder if you have the same pathetic intellect." He is TOYING with him.
Richter grit his teeth, considering his next moves, "You want a fight, then a fight it is, vampire," He aimed the whip towards Dracula, "Tell me your name, fowl beast!"
He took a step forward, his shadow elongating in an Intimidating way. "I am Vlad Dracula Tepes."
Richter's eyes grew wide, taking a step back. His grip tightened on the whip, "You're supposed to be dead," He gasped.
Send me 🛌 to crawl into bed with my muse!
(from @thenewlastbelmont)
"Alcuard. Hey. Do you think you could show me a few tricks? I feel great about my fighting abilities, but I would love to see where I stand compared to a legend!"
"You give me a lot of credit, Richter. But yes, I would be happy to show you some tips and tricks I've picked up over the years. Even if you can't use them in your regular fighting right away, they could come in handy in case you're in a pinch. Let me know when you'd like to get started, I will be ready."
"I came ready, Alucard!" Richter held up his whip with pride, "So. Where's the best place to start, Alucard? I'm your eager student!"
"Your eagerness is admirable, but try to curb your enthusiasm Richter. You need to be focused, clear of mind. Having your thoughts clouded by emotions such as excitement will influence your effectiveness in battle." //Alucard nods towards Richter before stepping away from him, creating some space between them. "Allow me to begin with a demonstration. While I met you in a fighting situation, I've never seen you actually fight. I want to spar with you to see where you stand and what I could still teach you. How does that sound?" //With a flick of his wrist his blade slides out of the sheath on his hip, placing itself perfectly in his palm. "I suggest we fight until either one yields, or until first blood is drawn. Whichever one comes first. I want to see in full how much you can do before we begin any lessons."
Richter held that family whip that was used at Trevor and Alucard's first fight with pride. Little did the latest proud Belmont know the dear friend this whip was about to face off against once more. That iconic Belmont smirk curled the corners of his lips, "All of that sounds perfect to me, Alucard. So. A skills test? I hope I'm able to dazzle."
★ ✧Trees looked so dead and wilted at the last days of Autumn. Vibrant colour from the leaves faded into dull ones, matching with Lav's feathers, who was busy eating a carrot while sitting under the fence. But he gets up when his dark gaze spots someone passing by very slowly. "Hey, Traveller! What are you doing outside? İsn't it cold for your kind?" He calls, while waving an empty wing at the stranger. Despite him asking, he doesn't allow them to speak for long before pointing at the barn. "Well, get inside anyway! It's warmer in there, trust me! You don't realize you've been unwell until you are in a better place. Come on!" He tosses the last bit of the carrot onto his beak and starts chewing quietly, while taking few steps forward.✧ ★
@indiestarter
★ ✧"Me, lucky? No no, I have passion, not luck. Both are not the same." He disagrees, waving his wings. Luck would only last shortly, like hours or days, while passion for his job lasted forever.
He puffs his chest out at the compliment, though, as he listened the offer. It wouldn't hurt to accept his offer, so he reaches out to hold the hand with his wing, giving it a serious shake. "A hunter, huh? Now that sounds promising. I accept your deal! I'm not the only magical beast here, this odd forest is the home for many more! So I wouldn't mind getting help protecting here!"✧ ★
@thenewlastbelmont
"Magical beasts, especially vampires, happen to be my specialty, Lav. It is my honor to possibly aid you with duties in this moment," Richter shook Lav's hand and bowed in return. He stood back up, "So. Where should I rest for the night? And how does someone get a meal here? I think I should either hunt for food or hit a tavern. Admittedly, the tavern is more ideal for me."
"Another Belmont? Hm..." The Count gives a soft glare. He doesn't know what exactly to do. It's been so long since he had fought the previous one. Maybe Leon's threat so long ago was going to be true.
Richter looked up at the count, teeth gritted. He felt a familiar blue flame grow in his hand as he prepared for an attack, "Who are you, vampire? You came to the wrong Belmont if you were looking for a civil conversation."
He gave a chuckle. He decided to toy with Richter a bit. "Are you so unknowing of your family's history you haven't a clue who I am?" He looked at the blue flame, flashbacks came to his mind. The blood of the speaker was definitely in the one standing before him now.
"I know that you're a vampire. And I know that I have one job; to kill vampires. It doesn't matter which of my ancestors you've tormented. What matters is that this will be another victory for the Belmont Clan and another victory for humanity. So. What are you afraid of, little bat?"
"Ah yes. I remember your ancestor, QUITE WELL." He gives a chuckle. "And yet, he attempted to use his puny fist. I wonder if you have the same pathetic intellect." He is TOYING with him.
Richter grit his teeth, considering his next moves, "You want a fight, then a fight it is, vampire," He aimed the whip towards Dracula, "Tell me your name, fowl beast!"
"The kind who thinks a long night together is a good idea," Richter answered honestly, "But if you're looking for a show, then I suppose I can put one of those on for you as well," He smirked, "So. What kind of situation are you hoping I'll run into? I'm sure I feel a bit up to the challenge."
"Oh, of course. Your mind's not set to kill, so instead you're thinking with your loins. Your bloodline is no better than wild beasts, I've noticed." She scoffed. "Speaking of wild beasts, though..."
Her form starts to change to that of a leopard, and she stares Richter down.
"You better start running, boy."
Richter saw the form start to shift and took a step back, "O-oh shit," He muttered, "Why is it always the hot ones who end up being monsters of some sort? And why do I have to always get distracted by that?" Were his last words before he started to make a run for it, cursing himself the entire way.
"Another Belmont? Hm..." The Count gives a soft glare. He doesn't know what exactly to do. It's been so long since he had fought the previous one. Maybe Leon's threat so long ago was going to be true.
Richter looked up at the count, teeth gritted. He felt a familiar blue flame grow in his hand as he prepared for an attack, "Who are you, vampire? You came to the wrong Belmont if you were looking for a civil conversation."
He gave a chuckle. He decided to toy with Richter a bit. "Are you so unknowing of your family's history you haven't a clue who I am?" He looked at the blue flame, flashbacks came to his mind. The blood of the speaker was definitely in the one standing before him now.
"I know that you're a vampire. And I know that I have one job; to kill vampires. It doesn't matter which of my ancestors you've tormented. What matters is that this will be another victory for the Belmont Clan and another victory for humanity. So. What are you afraid of, little bat?"
Richter tilted his head and frowned, "The way you talk really makes it sound like you are not as nice as you look," He frowned, "But Aubrey, I suppose we will have to just wait and see what you're like. And what's this about me stumbling into situations I can't handle?"
"I've just noticed you around before, running away from these scenarios as soon as they take a turn for the worse." She explained, surprisingly casual about the fact that she's watched Richter in some of his darkest hours.
"And you thought I was going to be nice? Please, what kind of woman goes 'entertain me' and doesn't intend any sort of malice?"
"The kind who thinks a long night together is a good idea," Richter answered honestly, "But if you're looking for a show, then I suppose I can put one of those on for you as well," He smirked, "So. What kind of situation are you hoping I'll run into? I'm sure I feel a bit up to the challenge."
"Another Belmont? Hm..." The Count gives a soft glare. He doesn't know what exactly to do. It's been so long since he had fought the previous one. Maybe Leon's threat so long ago was going to be true.
Richter looked up at the count, teeth gritted. He felt a familiar blue flame grow in his hand as he prepared for an attack, "Who are you, vampire? You came to the wrong Belmont if you were looking for a civil conversation."
Richter gave the woman a once over before smirking, stepping towards her, "And what kind of entertainment did you have in mind?"
"Well, aren't you a confident one? Once upon a time, men like you would've fought lions in a coliseum." She offered a smirk of her own, before scratching her chin in contemplation.
"Though if the crest on your back is anything to go by, I should probably go a bit easy on you, hm? I'm sure plenty of others are vying to kill you, why add another?"
"Sounds like you had a different idea of fun in mind than I did. And that's alright. So. What do you propose, miss? You seem like the kind of person who always has a trick up her sleeve. Name's Richter, by the way."
"Hm, giving out your name already? Bold move, Richter." She snickered a bit. "I wouldn't mind a fight, just not one that would wind up killing you. Then I couldn't watch you stumble into situations you can barely handle, anymore."
"As for how you may refer to me, Aubrey will work just fine."
Richter tilted his head and frowned, "The way you talk really makes it sound like you are not as nice as you look," He frowned, "But Aubrey, I suppose we will have to just wait and see what you're like. And what's this about me stumbling into situations I can't handle?"
(from @thenewlastbelmont)
"Alcuard. Hey. Do you think you could show me a few tricks? I feel great about my fighting abilities, but I would love to see where I stand compared to a legend!"
"You give me a lot of credit, Richter. But yes, I would be happy to show you some tips and tricks I've picked up over the years. Even if you can't use them in your regular fighting right away, they could come in handy in case you're in a pinch. Let me know when you'd like to get started, I will be ready."
"I came ready, Alucard!" Richter held up his whip with pride, "So. Where's the best place to start, Alucard? I'm your eager student!"
"Wanker."
-@askrenardrevolutionary
"Why does everyone call me that?" Richter asked, trying not to laugh.
RICHTER BELMONT in CASTLEVANIA: NOCTURNE (2023)
Richter gave the woman a once over before smirking, stepping towards her, "And what kind of entertainment did you have in mind?"
"Well, aren't you a confident one? Once upon a time, men like you would've fought lions in a coliseum." She offered a smirk of her own, before scratching her chin in contemplation.
"Though if the crest on your back is anything to go by, I should probably go a bit easy on you, hm? I'm sure plenty of others are vying to kill you, why add another?"
"Sounds like you had a different idea of fun in mind than I did. And that's alright. So. What do you propose, miss? You seem like the kind of person who always has a trick up her sleeve. Name's Richter, by the way."
