#𝑼𝑳𝑭𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑭𝑵𝑿: indie , multi - fandom , norse myth 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑 ᚢᛅᚱᚴᛦ , harbinger of ragnarök and an entity of vengeance original character. est. 2012. 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐫óð𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. heavily inspired by chelsea wolfe's discographies and adam nevill's the ritual. primarily based in a fantasy horror setting, both modern & medieval, of my own creation.
☽ * written by lady. she / her. 30. medium activity. eastern standard time. please read rules before following , thank you. ♡
barbie of swan lake. "where did you get that?" @ulfhrafnx.
well-worn as it is by decades in the elements, coated in a gritty patina of red rust and black dirt, the badge is more recognizable now than when she’d found it. she’d already taken the time to wash it in the river and scrub it down with an old brush, intending at first to find the graves of the old deputies and leave it there. whether by her efforts or by time alone, the blue words are stripped and faded, leaving behind only fragments of what it once said: S H - R - - F D E P - T -
still gets the point across. “around the old compound up north.” impossible to say how she’d spotted it, half-hidden under flowers and shrapnel. good fortune maybe? believable for it to carry some sort of luck, considering all it'd endured.
and the captain could probably use that luck more than the ghosts of hope county's would-be saviors. bree swipes her thumb over the letters one last time before she holds it out for her to take. “don’t know whose it was… their names were on the uniforms, i think. still,” she shrugs, a little uncomfortable by the sentimentality of: “i remember you were close with a few of ‘em.”
it burns to touch , this relic from lifetimes ago , but she holds it in hand as anyone might something truly precious. afraid if she let go so too would she cease to be. her thumb glides over it's rusted surface, as if trying to polish a stain that would never come out. the faces forever etched into her heart.
she sees them anytime she closes her eyes, though she hardly sleeps anymore. can't stand being alone with her thoughts for long. idle hands were the devil's playground and all that. she doesn't say what she's sure her eyes would give away, were her mask not obscuring scarred features --- that she'd died alongside them that night. with her.
❝ that was another life ... ❞ still her stomach churns. if she looks back, lingers too long on the what if's of the past , her regrets will swallow her whole. ❝ do me a favor and don't stray far from home base from now on. stay away from the old compounds. with or without an escort team it isn't safe. the highwaymen have set up outposts near all of our landmarks. ❞ making her job all the more difficult but she's no stranger to doing things the hard way, it's what she knows best.
@roadvirus said 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 : a deserted gas station - pumps dry and covered in vines, a single flickering light and an empty parking lot.
☽ * 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 // accepting.
❝ i’m hungry. ❞ although far from her first rodeo , she could already tell syanne had inherited her father’s appetite. usually , when she gorged herself to uncomfortable fullness satiety would last days. at least, when it came to her more monstrous appetite --- but it had barely been an hour since she'd last eaten ( some unfortunate hitchhiker ) and already her stomach, only just beginning to show, demanded more.
maybe taking the scenic route hadn't been such a good idea after all.
silence greets them as they step out of their stolen car. an eerie stillness in the air making her hair stand on end. there didn’t seem to be anyone with a pulse for miles. no wildlife. nowhere for her to replenish the snacks she’d already eaten. only the dead , and the memories they’d left behind. judging by the state of the rusted gas pump in front of her , life had moved on, from what could barely be considered a town, though ghosts it had a plenty, long ago.
she finds satisfaction in seeing how the earth reclaimed what man had sullied, regardless of her own predicament.
tenderly a hand reaches out , fingers intertwining with lush vines, as if introducing herself. flowers begin to bloom around her, covering the structure in vivid shades of yellow and red. she retracts her hand only for a moment to give an offering of blood, as she'd been taught, her way of paying tribute to the land that would always provide.
** Here’s a simple breakdown of my evil residents lore. I’ll be adding to this accordingly and will link it to my verse page. Aside from the addition of The Twins & @dirtburied Gideon’s involvement , everything I’ve included is Canon. You can find notes with all of these dates / events in game.
1902 - Twins Born.
1919 - Miranda discovers mold.
1922- Twins arrive at village, age 20.
1932- Age 29, Talin’s illness ( heart failure ) progresses to the next stage and both he and Lira agree to undergo experimentation. They survive , retaining much of their former selves. The research gathered leads to the creation of the cadou parasite.
1950’s- Oswell Spencer saved by Miranda from the unforgiving elements. He spends a short time as her student.
1950’s- Dimitrescu Household first to be infected with perfected Cadou.
2002 - 2003 : Victor Gideon visits The Village hoping to retrace Spencer’s footsteps, while also avoiding the Umbrella inquisition. He spends ( a year ? ) expanding his research as Miranda’s guest.
2006 - Spencer dies.
??? - 2012 : Miranda working with The Connections , providing them research and eventually the EVE prototype.
2018 - Ethan gets exposed to Mold in Louisiana.
2021 - Ethan and Family find themselves at The Village. Lira ends up helping the Winters get Rose back, having been opposed to the abduction of Rose from the start. The Village is subsequently destroyed. With no one left to keep Talin’s condition stabilized Lira seeks immediate aid elsewhere. They are extracted by Victor Gideon through The Connections.
2021 - Lira and Talin travel to Rhodes Care Center. Following the siege on The Village Talin is worse for wear, as a result of the damage he sustained his body begins to crystallize. He seeks medical care from Victor Gideon who’s able to not halt the process but reverse it. She spends a few months to a year on the grounds.
2022 - 2025 : ????
2026 - Lira returns to Rhodes in search of Gideon , after receiving a distress signal, her search subsequently leading her to what remains of ARK.
one of the attributes i love most about gideon is that unlike most re villains he didn’t infect himself out of any desire for unlimited power , he did it so he would have the durability / longevity of life necessary to complete his research and we love a man with that level of dedication.
imagine being stuck in a liminal space , fighting for your life , and you randomly stumble across lira and ahti kiki’ng in a broom closet like nothing’s out of the ordinary.
❝ he's lying. he knows more than he’s letting on , much more. ❞ under stimulated , she rocks back and forth on the legs of her chair, knife in hand digging into the wooden table in front of her. it's all she can do to keep her mind preocuppied , quiet. ❝ not sure how business is conducted here but whatever the plan of action it needs to be set in motion soon. the longer he’s kept here the more suspicion it will raise. ❞ subsequently ruining the element of surprise.
@endawn said: 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : fog covered marsh - air thick with the scent of stagnant water and mildew.
☽ * 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 // accepting.
her eyes are made all the more unsettling by the light of the blood moon. it reflects off the water's surface , staining her red, as she wades closer. damp hair clings to her body, like silk draped over her bare, tattooed shoulders. with interest, she watches him struggle with something unseen , something violent and gnawing and never satisfied. it tears at him without remorse, demanding it’s pound of flesh no matter the agony, no matter the cost. it’s claws sunk in so deep she can see the scars etched into his bones, though she doubts many cared to notice.
lira is not so inattentive , she sees what many lacked the mental fortitude to understand. the truths they feared.
❝ — it coils inside you like a great serpent , awaiting it's next opportunity to strike --- but no matter how much you feed it, it will never be sated. ❞ the pain , the want , never truly subsided - she knows hunger well, has gorged herself to sickness many a time. fueled by the need to fill her mouth to the brim , to choking, with sinew and ichor. if only to feel bones bend and break between her powerful jaws.
❝ so then , what will you do , when the insatiable has made a home out of you ? ❞
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍
☽ * daughter of hati hróðvitnisson rooted in the realm of fantasy horror ; featuring verses in resident evil , far cry 5 / new dawn, skyrim , the witcher and more. 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢.
characters who instinctively step in to shield lira from harm, even knowing that she doesn’t need the protection / might possibly be stronger than them, will always be my favorite. you care enough to want to defend her and that's sweet.
