Elf in the Streets, Demon in the Sheets

Greetings and salutations friends and strangers alike! Name's Vincent Eldritch, and I'm here to just have fun, so ask away and let's get to it! {Please tag any RPs or responses with Vincent as "vincenteldritch". Please also visit "Universes" page...

[sinner4life]

Boys and girls of every age

Wouldn’t you like to see something șt̉̉ͭr͍̮̙̜̥̞̠̅̅̽ͨͬ̅a͎̓n̦̅̎ͨ̓g̺̳̱͎̘ͬẻ̥̳̟̭̯͈ͤ͛͊̇͋?̻ͯ̐ͥ̂͐

[kare-no-hogo]

please reblog this if it's okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven't reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you

[screamingwilhelm-archived]

gonna git to my new drafts cracks knuckles

[vincent-eldritch]

#-breaks hand- oh

What happened Old Man?

Have your bones forsaken you?

What a bloody shame

[screamingwilhelm-archived]

WAS    T H   A T     NE  C E S S  A RY

[screamingwilhelm-archived]

gonna git to my new drafts cracks knuckles

[vincent-eldritch]

#-breaks hand- oh

What happened Old Man?

Have your bones forsaken you?

What a bloody shame

[rpertriple-m]

                                            Strike me down?                                             I’ll get up again.                                                                              I am not invincible,                                                                              but I won’t give up either.

[sailor-musings]

Don’t you ever underestimate my ability to crush you where you stand—

To demolish those you hold dear,

just to make you bleed in the most poetic of ways.

[livingvampireandshadowhunter-de]

Do me a favor and reblog this if you have absolutely no problems RPing with male muns.

More often than not, I have come across RPers in the community who seem uncomfortable, nervous, anxious, or who will downright refuse to RP with male muns because it’s “creepy”, “wrong”, and a whole slew of other unfounded, bases bullshit.

Male muns have as much right to RP on Tumblr as do female muns, as do anyone else.

Trust me when I say there IS a lot of hate tossed at male RPers on here.

[rockabillyaxton]

First follow forever! Being new to the borderlands rp community, there’s been a good chunk of people that have made this tiny introvert’s stay enjoyable and comfortable. Here’s a few blogs that I’ve interacted with, blogs I enjoy following, and blogs I hope to rp with in the future (when I work up the courage lol). *Bolded urls are extra thanks to those for encouraging me & being great rp partners ♥︎

athenaout // chemicalerinyes // cockshapedspaceships // deltatheskag-rider // heliosnewhero // imnotsayingplease // itsjeffreysir // lawbrought // mymeatface // obstinatedeals // pandoraswereskag // phaselockandload // phasesingularity // phasewalkin // primiigenus // phxse-lock // scootxr // screamingwilhelm // skagpearlring // stupidmarcie // tinydemo // tossin-the-little-lady // vangxard // vincent-eldritch // wiingiisms // xslabking // yer-not-a-skag-are-ya // zer0-lethal-assassin 

aesthetic blogs: bikersbike // caferacerpasion // hotrod-divas // inkycurves // pinup-l0vers // uniquevintage1 // vintage-pinup-girls

[vincent-eldritch]

Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

[verbum-antiquae-deactivated2016]

New to Drangleic. (Closed Starter for Vincent-Eldritch.)

[vincent-eldritch]

verbum-antiquae:

“I have my hope already, Vincent. I will be fine.”

It was unclear whether he was telling that to Vincent, or himself. He kept moving, along with Vincent. He knew his companion was stronger. Far stronger than himself. Riley knew that he was little more than an inconvenience for the warrior for right now. But soon, he would be more powerful than any mage. He would tear enemies asunder with magic. But right now, that was a far cry; A shred of hope. Maybe a shred was all the mage needed.

“I have a companion, and a friend in my company. For now, that is all i want. Although i can’t promise you’ll be back in Majula for some time.”

As they walked, Riley found another chest with a few Human Effigies. He smiled, knowing these would give him reassurance that he wouldn’t hollow. Not completely, at least.

“But i have one more question. Once i have souls, what do i do with them? How do i gain power?”

Vincent felt no discomfort at the thought of being away from Majula for an extended period of time--in fact, ironically enough, he felt grateful at the idea. While Majula was a place of safety--a haven for those with less willingness to do something with themselves--Vincent only ever felt unsettled when he was still for too long. He didn’t mind Majula, of course, but he’d been so desperate to get his body moving again lately--perhaps a symptom of the curse, or at least a symptom of someone who intended on not becoming a mindless husk of their former selves. He swallowed a small lump in his throat at the thought.

As they crossed their way through this old fort, he listened on to Riley but also made a note to keep his attention on anything suspicious; it was usually around here that the undead liked to make their pitiful stand, but even he knew that an unexpected ambush would only serve to get him or his contract killed. And really, what a pitiful way to go.

“The souls of hollows won’t buy you much, honestly,” he explained finally, “at least not for your mind; they will buy you new weapons and armor if need be, but your mind and humanity are not nearly as forgiving. It is said, that to heal, one must go in search of ancient, powerful souls...”

verbum-antiquae

[tlnormann]

Quick sketchy thing of my fav borderland assassin 

[ez-is-ze-deactivated20150729]

P L E A S E   R E A D 

I see very few roleplayers that are okay with the following;

Demons/Angels

Vampirism/Were wolves

Shape Shifters/Hybrids

Please like/reblog if you ARE TOTALLY OKAY with roleplaying with muses that apply to the following above.

[thingssheloves-deactivated20151]

[verbum-antiquae-deactivated2016]

New to Drangleic. (Closed Starter for Vincent-Eldritch.)

[vincent-eldritch]

verbum-antiquae:

“It never is easy, dear friend. But if that’s the case, let’s not stop, then.” The words calmed him slightly, but he still kept fidgeting in nervousness. The whole situation scared him. He knew he could trust Vincent, and he did greatly. But what scared him most, was what would happen when he got powerful? That would be his stopping point, because there would be nothing for him. But he supposed he could just keep looking for power, no matter how much he had. He wanted to be able to rip people apart without moving a finger. But he wasn’t one for murder. “That isn’t the part that scares me.” He said, in a near whisper.

Moving to a lever on the wall, he pulled it out and the door began rising, agonizingly slow. So slow, it felt like murder.  Sure, he sounded confident. But Riley was just as doubt filled as any other. But he tried to keep a positive outlook.

“I’m happy you’re here with me. Without you, i’d likely go hollow from hopelessness. Or loneliness. One of the two. Or both.”

Vincent did not hear the words Riley muttered under his breath--or if he did, he made no response to them. He stood by as the door rose, and when it finally moved enough, he moved under it with the newcomer. He drew his weapon--a large greatsword across his back that was somewhat taller than him with a long handle so he could carry it with both hands; it appeared more a cleaver than a sword. As they advanced, he finally spoke again.

“These are dark times, Riley,” he explained to him calmly, “you musn’t lose sight of whatever bit of hope you have. As I said, I’ve been fortunate that I’ve learned to get by on my own. But even so--even if it’s simply to be your bodyguard--I’m happy I can provide some form of comfort to you...” In truth, even though they had met shortly ago, Vincent had to admit that it felt nice to feel like he was helping someone beyond their physical needs. Many of his prior contracts had simply needed an extra hand or someone with skill with the blade.

To know he was giving someone companionship... that was a rare feeling.

verbum-antiquae

[verbum-antiquae-deactivated2016]

New to Drangleic. (Closed Starter for Vincent-Eldritch.)

[vincent-eldritch]

verbum-antiquae:

Riley listened, before stopping. He looked across, and at a dark metal chest. Walking over to it and opening it, Riley looked at the coins that were inside Only a few, it seemed. From what he could tell, undead didn’t care for coins anymore. But maybe these had some sort of deeper effect. He took them and put them into one of his pouches, to examine later.

“Seems like a lonely life. Err, Un-life, i mean. But you are here, so i suppose it doesn’t matter much.” He stated, as he kept going. He wouldn’t admit it, but a wave of sadness and nervousness hit him. What if he hollows? What if his efforts are in vain? He is simply one mage, after all. One who barely knows a spell, at that. He visibly looked nervous, as two hands kept fiddling with his staff as he walked, running his fingers over the carved designs as they walked.

“Friendly faces are in short supply, I will admit,” Vincent confessed, watching the mage’s motions, making no effort to stop him; he was hired to protect, after all. What a person did with their life--as long as it didn’t affect him--was none of his concern. “I’ve been lucky in that I’ve always known how to get by on my own with little more than quick wits and reckless stubbornness.” He snorted a bit, his tone suggesting that his so-called recklessness may have been something that would just as easily save his life than end it. 

As they kept walking, he glanced over to the mage when the silence came over them. Keen eyes caught the small motions of his body language; the fidgeting fingers and slight tremble of his shoulders told it all.

“This will not be an easy journey,” he assured gently, “but as long as you move forward, it’s not so bad. The problem is when you’ve stopped moving entirely. When you do not progress or remain stagnant, your memories--your humanity--only fades quicker.”

verbum-antiquae

[verbum-antiquae-deactivated2016]

New to Drangleic. (Closed Starter for Vincent-Eldritch.)

[vincent-eldritch]

verbum-antiquae:

“Let’s depart this town, then.” He had to admit, hearing the crashing of the waves against the cliff-side was calming, but so was the thought of not being as weak as he is now. With the Warrior’s help, he’s sure that he could get more powerful. Looking around for a second, he found two paths. Both seem to lead underground. He picked the one that led to an old fort.

“Is there…Anything i need to know about undead?”

Vincent nodded and waiting for Riley to pick a direction before following at a safe distance. For now, he knew he wouldn’t need his weapon just yet--he’d tread these paths many times before, after all. It would be a good opportunity for Vincent to answer any questions the newcomer may have.

“There’s not much to know, really,” he answered calmly, “you live and die; and there is no true end to it. Dying is just another stepping stone to your goals. If you die too much, however, you go hollow. Or at the very least, your body takes the toll the most each time. It takes a strong spirit to get through these dark times”

verbum-antiquae

[verbum-antiquae-deactivated2016]

New to Drangleic. (Closed Starter for Vincent-Eldritch.)

[vincent-eldritch]

verbum-antiquae:

“You have my trust,” He said. “It means the word that you’re willing to help me without payment. Even then, i won’t let this go without repayment in the future, when i won’t be able to get killed by a pebble.” It would be interesting to have Vincent protect him until he was back at full power. 

“Is there anything you need here, before we set off? I’m eager to adventure.”

The warrior shook his head, a brief smile gracing his features.

“I’ve been awaiting a new contract for some time now,” he explains, “I’ve been well prepared for some time now. If you are ready to depart from Majula, then I will follow your lead. If not, then simply tell me when you are.”

verbum-antiquae