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▐⠀⠀⠀A private , highly selective and literate blog for the Bloodborne character ; Lady Maria  Please check the biography and rules.

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vilcbloodcd​:

“ I wouldn’t consider this something humorous. I remain here as a protector. I don’t wish for people to find me, nor to confront me.” Brows began to furrow, her hand moving to clasp at her wrist in silent disgust at the male’s outright carelessness toward her. 

Head tilted aside, hair falling somewhat across her face. Intrigue had struck her mind upon the elongated motion of silence, the way it hung in the air much like the cursed air within the Hamlet behind her. It caused her to reassess him, her mind venturing into what he could know. “ You killed them?” She drawled slowly, her hand now moving from her wrist to furl into a fist that her head could lean on.  “ For what reason? Because surely it was not for me.”  

Hues rolled as she leaned back in her seat, one leg tossing over the other. Maria had expected more questions, more intensive questions. “ It seems like years, centuries, I can not really tell. Tell me, what has changed? Is blood still wildly used? Does Cainhurst still remain standing? Gehrman, does he still hunt? There is many a thing I would like to know.”

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Of course this was no humorous matter. Yet he was hardly fazed by… anything, truly. Decades ago, his disposition towards any Kin of Blood would’ve been marked by far greater consideration. Now? He hardly cared. They were all dead, in any case. The present woman included.  His bare face — helmet lost in the process of entering this Nightmare — showed no change, no disturbance. The Crow’s heart could’ve very well been deader than she was. Colder than a corpse. Crueller than death itself.

“Oh, no. I did not kill them — not all, unfortunately.“ He replied with a faint smile, still vilely amused, albeit letting out a mournful sigh to punctuate his sombre regret. “The people of Yharnam have a way to cause their own demise.” Indeed. 

The mention of such old notions did bring him a certain sense of nostalgia, however numb by time and bloodshed. “Cainhurst is no more, Logarius and his Executioners murdered everyone… only the Queen and I remain.” He explained solemnly, a brief bout of genuine respect — so quickly lost just a moment later. “As for that little man you used to call mentor… who knows, he is not around anymore. I believe he died or simply disappeared somehow. In truth, I never cared enough about his existence and deeds to find out.” Gehrman always seemed rather unremarkable despite any admiration garnered among his lowly peers; just a hunter who had managed to impress this treasonously naive lady, and so he shrugged the question off.

“And blood? I would say it is all that is left for most Yharnamites. Besides, the Church still sells their dreadful cure despite the Scourge.”

Did she know, though? Did she ever find out about the plague of Beasthood’s true origin?

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It was if her curiosity brought her to listen more intently to the words that filled the once desolate room, her hands now falling rigidly to the arms of her seat, as if the rigor mortis hadn't quite worn off. Maria couldn't share in his opinion of unfortunately allowing for some to be left living. After all, if they decided to seek her out, they would force her hand on their fate. A somewhat habitual sigh dared pass her blood crusted lips. " Consider it a shame and just hope they do not know of this place. " She uttered quietly.

Maria seemed to appreciate the fact she remained seated upon the news, especially as she could feel the grief fill her chest and venture through her bones. Her home had been destroyed, the people she had grown up with, considered family, slaughtered. Even if the Queen remained living, Cainhurst was truly no more than a frozen wasteland. One that had once been bustling with joy and hunters. Her hand lifted to cover her mouth, a gloved finger pressing against her lips as he continued.

Somehow she had expected more from her mentor, especially after everything he'd helped achieve or ruin. Yet he had abandoned everyone else, too. He'd allowed everything to fall, despite what he had spent years making her believe. It took Maria a moment to break her silence, to even break through the melancholy that filled her. " Perhaps he did die, he surely must of, as he swore to protect those in need. He wouldn't of allowed Cainhurst's fall without a war." Her lips thinned. Perhaps she was still naïve. " As for Cainhurst's slaughter, was it avenged? Have those responsible been killed? As much as you seem to think I do not care, that was my home, I wish to know what more became of it."

She moved to finally push herself out of her seat, her brows furrowing as she lifted her weapon from her lap before it clattered to the floor. " What cure? Did they not continue their experiments? Their tests failed repeatedly with Kos' blood. Surely, they did not hand that out. "

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What abominations had stood in her path?  Vile creatures, warped by experimentation.  It was disgusting what they had been allowed to do.  This whole place was a cesspool of suffering.  Deep down, it angered her.  She had witnessed atrocities against innocent people her whole life.  Screams of the accused pulled away from families to be exterminated because the Hunters had seen the beasts signs within them.  Were they truly?  Or were the accusers simply looking for a soul to torture?

She was very young.  Subjected to similar phobic hatred growing up because of the ramifications of a cursed birth.  Where slight points replaced the gentle curve of human ears, and piercing violet eyes shone the deeper, primal being lurking vividly beneath its surface.  The slightly pointier incisors and canines on the top of her mouth only giving people more reason to point and blame.

And here, now, she stood wary over the conditions of these people.  The resulting fragment of humanity deformed and cursed.  Or blessed?  Was this what they had sought all along?

Nevertheless, she was not keen to be confronted by such beings.  Through use of her skills, though blinded as she may be, she would grapple with a single clawed gauntlet to make her way around the parameter.  Sneak through the shadow, and vanish into a window with the guidance of her unusual, origami crane.  A paper creature no larger than her palm working as her eyes to lead her safely beyond the Living Failures.

Dropped down onto wooden planks, Jezebel crouched to absorb the fall.  Fingers splayed, tips pressed firm as she held out her cane to keep it from striking the ground.  Ears tuned to the room.  The silence unsettling in its own way.  Broken only by the soft foot falls of boots cautiously making her way forward towards the strange, enormous clock-like structure behind a chair in the distance.

One she would soon come to realize was occupied.  And perhaps.. for a moment.. reconsider the decision of coming here.

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Maria had resigned herself to this fated nightmare for what had felt like years. She had slaughtered many within this room, preventing any eyes from falling upon the village that laid in the watery depths of Kos' burial grounds. It had become more of a continual loop of time for her, one that ended in her silent death whilst corpses deteriorating and littering the outskirts of the room, the blood drying and staining the wooden floors.

The days seemed to seep into one another, the cries from her victims and the experiments filling the previously silent room. Yet she enjoyed the eventual sounds, as twisted as that was. It made her feel like she wasn't alone, just for a small while, until they inevitably gave their lives to her, allowing her to fall back into the heartbreaking silence. The silence allowed her to dwell on her regret for what she had done in the name of mindless love.

A love that was not only disgraced but had forced her so far from her home that she slaughtered a village and sat by the experiments she had allowed to come to. A love that didn't deign to find her until she had taken her own life in that very seat and became trapped.

As feet hit the floor Maria's fingers twitched as if ready to move instinctively to the blade that lay over her lap. Although it seemed her voice reached out before anything else, betraying her usual habitual movements.

" You should not be here child, your curiosity may beckon you oh so sweetly, yet it has brought you to your death. Leave now, or join those who have tried to pass me before you."

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Okay so, a small personal update, I am going to be incredibly slow on replies, and I am so sorry for that, but I am looking after my nepew and after a long day I just feel drained and tired. In the meantime I will be in inbox. I appreciate your patience.

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Na razrusha’ya

  I am not ruined                  

E’ya Razrushost                    

I am ruination

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vilestblood​:

“Would you like a proper list, perhaps?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at her demands. “Well, I have been in contact with several people before finding my way into this prison, and then with a few more here.“

A pause, stretching uselessly in this realm of stagnant time where such notions were largely lost. Something sinister, then, matching the ominous significance of his Hunter of Hunters garb. “Yet fear not — they are all dead.” Like yourself, remained unspoken.

“Now, it was you who suggested this cooperation.” The Crow would stand his ground without difficulty, inhumanly pallid features showing no trace of disturbance in their poised calm — despite the poignant reminder issued to her. “How long have you been here? I bet you would like to know a thing or two about the world beyond your confinement.”

“ I wouldn’t consider this something humorous. I remain here as a protector. I don’t wish for people to find me, nor to confront me.” Brows began to furrow, her hand moving to clasp at her wrist in silent disgust at the male’s outright carelessness toward her. 

Head tilted aside, hair falling somewhat across her face. Intrigue had struck her mind upon the elongated motion of silence, the way it hung in the air much like the cursed air within the Hamlet behind her. It caused her to reassess him, her mind venturing into what he could know. “ You killed them?” She drawled slowly, her hand now moving from her wrist to furl into a fist that her head could lean on.  “ For what reason? Because surely it was not for me.”  

Hues rolled as she leaned back in her seat, one leg tossing over the other. Maria had expected more questions, more intensive questions. “ It seems like years, centuries, I can not really tell. Tell me, what has changed? Is blood still wildly used? Does Cainhurst still remain standing? Gehrman, does he still hunt? There is many a thing I would like to know.”

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crimsonlocks​:

Laurence stopped at Maria’s questions, pulling his hand out of the corpse he was currently busy dissecting. Of course, he was wearing gloves and a mask. There was death and infection all around them. He couldn’t deny though that the villagers changed… He was very much looking at the change right now, but still… “I think that the villagers were under the influence of this Great One a long time already. When I remember it correctly, they openly worshipped it. They probably didn’t think that their patron of the sea was real.” After all, most people prayed to some invisible entity just to feel safe and protected. Many of them knew that their gods weren’t there, but pretending was nice. “In a sense, don’t these villagers look like they partially ascended? But something went wrong. And that is why we research, my dear Maria. Though, I don’t agree with Willem at all. Eyes on the brain? What is he thinking? You can’t see inside of your head.” Laurence completely let go of the corpse and looked at the sea. “It’s the blood I am after. I want to take the blood of the Great One and research it. I am sure I can find a method to use it safely and the more blood I can get, the better. The Great One is already dead. It can’t mind if I take its blood.”

The words that hung in the air caused her stomach to turn, her lips thinning as she glanced around upon the corpses that now littered the once clear pathways and sand. She couldn’t help but truly think, would she of done this on her own if it wasn’t for Gehrman and his consistent pushing? Would she of been able to break the law moral barrier she had once held within her mind? 

Her gloved hand tightened upon Evelyn, her free hand moving to push her mask further up her nose, although the thick woolen fabric did nought against the smell. 

“ So you assume that an elongated period of exposure is to blame for this? For what happened to the villagers? I can, but only assume they attempted to touch the corpse once or twice, perhaps with their bare hands.”

Maria found herself pausing, her words becoming dry against her throat. Whatever she had wished to say had become obsolete by her own way of thinking and the outright knowing that she could not argue with Laurence. 

“ Do you believe that the Great One was going to share its knowledge with them? Or it’s blood? Could they not handle it? Perhaps it is metaphorical what Master Willem is saying? I can not truly voice my opinion on this, as I only gain filtered information from Gehrman. I haven’t personally had the honour of speaking to Master Willem alone.” 

Prussian blue hues glanced over the corpse now, brows drawing close as Laurence voiced what he wanted from it. It took her a moment before she was able to voice anything again. “Please, do be careful then Laurence. One should not need to die for research.” 

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“She knew she was really sad, when she stopped loving the things she loved.”

— Unknown

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I'm not going to excuse Maria's actions of slaughtering and entire village and desecrating the corpse of a Great One, yet I feel like her actions were heavily influenced by Gehrman and the confusion of love she believed she had for him. I don't feel like she truly understood she knew what she was doing until she saw what it all amounted to and the guilt consumed her to the point of any love she held for anyone wasn't enough for her to forgive herself or anyone else involved.

I personally also think that Gehrman used his position and her love for him over Maria at times, making her feel like she never truly had another choice when, in reality, she most likely had plenty.

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“...We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Our eyes are yet to open..."

- Master Willem

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@vilcbloodcd​ said: «why not cooperate and discuss the things we’ve learned?»

To say he isn’t particularly eager to cooperate with a traitor would be a shameful understatement. Yet her offer is generous — unexpectedly so. Antonín won’t waste the chance, Maria being a potential link to Yharnam. 

After all, this is what he usually does; find a proper use for those who have something to offer.

“If you so wish, Lady Maria, I would be willing to engage in such exchanges.” 

Unfaltering in his perfectly practised manners, he won’t show any apparent distaste but a discrete smile and blooming curiosity. “What sort of knowledge would you like to discuss?” 

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Prussian blue hues narrowed carefully, almost as if to assess the male that stood before her. Had she missed a social que? A small hint of an alternative motive within his voice? She couldn't tell, yet her gut seemed to churn with his picture perfect smile, the lack of disgust that seemed to fill his features. It was no secret to Maria how the hunters and vilebloods saw her after what she had done. She had barely expected anyone to speak with her, much less cooperate.

" I wish to know who else you have been in contact with before you came to me. I wish to know what exactly you have learned about me before I answer or fulfil any apparent requests. I am no fool, I know my reputation precedes me."

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crimsonlocks​:

Laurence looked from Maria to Ludwig. He could only assume that the both had seen worse, they trained to be Hunters after all. Because the beasts that escaped from the labyrinths occassionally couldn’t be left alone, or it would be a massacre. However, they were staring at another massacre right now, mainly the order of Master Willem to examine the corpses of the villagers. Laurence was sure that a whole lot of them didn’t die a natural death, in fact, he could see the wounds on them. “I can feel lucky that Master Willem didn’t send me home.”, he just said, “So I won’t complain and fulfil his orders. It’s not the villagers I am interested in though, I am merely here for the Great One.”

Maria quietly glanced down at her hands for a silent minute, the quiet fragments of screams filling her mind. She was sure there was a moment where she knew what she was doing was wrong, although there was no time to shed a tear over it now. Not as they were about to do something much more sacrilegious. 

“Of course you are. I would not expect much less. The Great one resides on the beach. The stench of it is quite unbearable.” Maria knew her comment was an offhanded understatement. The smell that filled the air around the corpse of the Great one was sickening. It made everything it touched seem unclean and even cursed. Although she was sure a curse would be the least of their problems. 

Lips thinned as she began a slow walk, her boots leaving footprints of her cruelty behind her. “Laurence, consider me curious. What do you plan to do with the Great One’s corpse, exactly? What will come of this? The villagers had been affected by its corpse on the beach. What will it do to those who touch it?”

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bloodblxnd​:

Gascoigne didn’t have any names for his axe and pistol. He never had a need for it, but maybe he should if he loved the thrill of the hunt- possibly more than others. Whilst the near giant could indeed be serious on a hunt, he was always vocal about his love for this career. He laughed before and after a beast was slain, he chuckled whenever he met someone new and naïve to this lifestyle and it was no secret that Gascoigne found himself purring or growling in a similar fashion to the beasts he slaughtered. 

These weren’t traits the father had before he found his confidence. In fact, they seemed to have grown since the loss of his sight. 

He began to lead Maria through the winding streets, picking a nearby target close to the town centre. “When Ludwig gets mad, all of Yharnam shakes. Beware the fury of a patient man, Lady Maria.” Gascoigne has never seen Ludwig’s moments of rare anger, but he’s certainly heard the stories. 

“I would like to, but if I left Viola and the girl’s here for too long, I fear what would happen to them. They come above my station as a hunter. If a beast attacked them whilst I was in Cainhurst, I could never forgive myself.”

Maria had witnessed plenty during her time, much of which she felt as if she needed to name objects and weapons alike, just to have a brief moment where she felt some semblance of sanity. It had become an obsessive habit, one she would never truly admit to unless she wished to be viewed as another maddened hunter. 

A sigh passed her reddened brims, her free hand moving to tilt her hat down to cover her hues for just a moment. “ Oh, how I know of his temper, how I have heard it fill an entire room. It is something to be feared, though, as are some of the others within the Church.” Maria stilled briefly, as if remembering a rare flash of anger that had shaken her to her very bones. 

“ I am sure they appreciate that of you. Have you not trained your children in the way of the hunters? Or are you hoping that the curse overlooks them completely? I do not ask this to mean offence, yet it would be foolish to allow them to live with no skills at all.”

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crimsonlocks asked:

« not a pretty sight, is it? »

It was far from any type of desirable sights. The mere image caused her stomach to curdle and her throat to clench shut. It was horrific. Yet, swallowing down her disgust thickly, she offered a mere shake of her head. She couldn't possibly show any semblance of weakness to this, especially since she couldn't count on who else could be watching or listening. " I wouldn't consider it to be pretty under any form of light. Although we have all seen worse, caused worse. Would you not agree Ludwig? I would assume you have seen worse."