Vassal

Elf

[makena-harris]

"So I become your follower?" Makena could not help but ask because if she was willingly getting herself into this, she wanted to go in eyes wide open. "Are you some priest looking for his flock or something?" she asked, curious to know where this person came across his Ananke in the first place and just how long he had been doing this. Judging by the number of bodies, it was probably quite a long time.

"And yeah, I guess. No time like the present." Makena said with a light shrug and readied herself to be shoved face first under the water.

[virgilachyls]

"In a sense, yes. I'll teach you all I know once you're a vassal too." He guided her to the water's edge. "I'm just doing what my Ananke requires."

"Your bravery is remarkable. The last person I did this to screamed like he was being murdered."

Virgil manhandled Makena until her face and body were underwater. He could see the underwater garden clearly from this vantage point. The bodies that were entwined within it, forever halted in time and staring worshipfully at it. And, he could also see Ananke down below. The god with two faces made a gesture, and the water spun around them, pushing them back to the safety of land. Makena had been given back. Virgil was grinning like a madman as he pulled her back to shore.

[virgilachyls]

Virgil made eye contact with the other from across the room. One might ask what he was doing here when he usually preferred cafes to bars. But clubs like this offered plenty of lonely souls who might be open to his teachings. They also offered souls who likely wouldn't be noticed if they were missing. But Virgil wasn't here for any of that tonight. He was here merely to blend into the crowd, do a little dancing, and drink. In spite of having his Saint to take care of, sometimes he missed having people around who could talk back.

"Good. You might find that I bite back." He grinned at the other, sensing that they were a vampire easily, but not too bothered about the fact. "What's your name?"

[judassamara]

The elven scent coming from him was a welcome one, helping them to feel a little more relaxed as the other entered their space. It would be a lie to say they hadn't been a little bit worried whose attention they might attract, but things seemed to be going well so far. A grin crossed their lips at the response they received, perceiving it as flirty.

"Judas. And what should I call you?"

[virgilachyls]

"I'm Virgil." Virgil wasn't exactly a regular here, but he came often enough to recognize a few faces. This vampire wasn't someone he'd seen there before. Virgil wondered what exactly had driven him here tonight. "You come here often?"

[judassamara]

location: vicium status: open (@vievecorcitystarters)

They were starting to realise just how long it had been since they'd been with someone. He wanted to act like it wasn't a big deal and didn't bother them, it was starting to be too much to ignore. Somehow, they'd had better luck while they were still locked up in Zamok than since they had been released. That was why he was making the choice to put himself out there in Vicium. They were familiar enough with the place to feel comfortable.

They started by getting themselves a drink and taking in the crowd around them. It certainly was a busy night, the room filled with the sounds of music and voices. Judas was keeping to themselves for now, at least until he realised he could feel eyes on them and they turned to meet the gaze of the person looking their way.

"I promise I don't bite without permission."

[virgilachyls]

Virgil made eye contact with the other from across the room. One might ask what he was doing here when he usually preferred cafes to bars. But clubs like this offered plenty of lonely souls who might be open to his teachings. They also offered souls who likely wouldn't be noticed if they were missing. But Virgil wasn't here for any of that tonight. He was here merely to blend into the crowd, do a little dancing, and drink. In spite of having his Saint to take care of, sometimes he missed having people around who could talk back.

"Good. You might find that I bite back." He grinned at the other, sensing that they were a vampire easily, but not too bothered about the fact. "What's your name?"

[virgilachyls]

6, 12, 21, 22

How easily could your muse be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass? Well, Virgil is actually pretty hard to manipulate! He definitely has his own weird moral compass. But as far as other people telling him what to do, or encouraging him to stop doing certain things, he's a bit hardheaded and willful.

Is your muse self-destructive? In what ways? Yeah definitely! The whole making sacrifices to Ananke thing is definitely not good for his mental health. The cult mentality is so ingrained into him that he doesn't even consider whether or not he has a choice in things. He just considers himself another arm of his god. And it's especially bad since Ananke can literally pop up out the water and talk to him and tell him what needs doing. So yeah this sort of unquestioning loyalty is not good for him. This old man needs to start rebelling!

What character alignment would you consider your muse to be? Lawful evil for sure.

What emotion is hardest for our muse to process? How do they express it? Definitely loss! It seems a bit backwards for a guy who sacrifices people for a living, but he's actually horrible about loss. He tends to just shut down/go into death spirals/burn the world down if he has a personal loss. It's sort of rare since he's not really close to anyone.

[vievecorcityrp]

Edgy/Misc OC Ask Meme

Players who are interested in taking part should reblog this post to their characters blogs for other players to them a number to answer:

What memory would your muse rather just forget?

What's something about your muse that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

What is your muse's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

When scared, does your muse fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

How far is your muse willing to go to get what they want?

How easily could your muse be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

What's one way your muse has changed since you first came up with them?

Would your muse ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your muse?

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your muse?

What is your muse's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Is your muse self-destructive? In what ways?

If you met your muse, would the two of you get along?

How does your muse want to be seen by other characters?

What is your muse's pain tolerance like?

What is the worst thing you have put your muse through story-wise?

Is your muse more cold and detached or up close and personal?

How does your muse behave when enraged?

Does your muse have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Does your muse have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

What character alignment would you consider your muse to be?

What emotion is the hardest for your muse to process? How about express?

What is an alternative life path your muse might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

What is your favourite thing about your muse?

taken from @coldresolve​​

[b1a4updates]

[makena-harris]

Now this was really a bit weird. But it was still something Makena could deal with, especially when that crab creature moved which made it all even more intriguing.

The man was definitely off his rocker with what he was spouting about Ananke, but there was a great deal of magic right here in this reanimated crab thing and Makena wanted to find out more.

She reached a hand out to touch the dead human hand and felt the mix of different magicks, some of which felt very very old. And when Makena turned her head to look into the water, she could see through the clear water of the river that there were corpses down there. And now it was clear that they had a supernatural serial killer of their hands. The Council was going to have a field day with this one.

"Yeah, I can see it," Makena said just to play along. What was a little drowning compared to what she could find out about this strange man and his Ananke? She could just cast a small spell to help her breathe underwater if needed. "So how does this drowning thing work?"

[virgilachyls]

"Good. That's excellent." Virgil said, pleased that she could. It meant her chances were good for coming out of this alive. "I'll hold you under the water. Ananke will decide whether or not to return you to me. If you come back, you'll be a chosen vassal. My follower. I'll tell you all about our god. If you drown, you get to live forever in Ananke's underwater garden. They are both beautiful options. Would you like to do it now?"

The saint couldn't exactly smile, but Virgil could tell that it was happy to have her touching it. Exploring it without fear. It shuffled its legs, clearly wanting her to become a vassal so it could keep seeing her.

[sunriseverse]

[makena-harris]

"Your garden? What garden?" the witch asked, eyeing the way the plants grew out of the dead body to shape it into his crab/human hybrid. It was actually giving Makena ideas of how to grow things.

"Ananke the river god?" she quirked a brow at the stranger. "Is that why I'm feeling all this..." death "energy around here? In your garden?"

[virgilachyls]

"The garden below the water. It's tribute to Ananke. I feed it on death to keep it nice and healthy," he said, leading her towards the shore and the Saint. "My underwater plants are thriving, and so are the crabs and fish and other creatures."

"Yes, Ananke the river god. It has two heads: one that takes away, and one that gives back. Truly, it is a god of endless splendor. There's much I could teach you, if you want to join. All you need to do is drown." He did miss having anyone to talk to about Ananke. It got lonely, being the vassal. And as glad as he was to have his Saint, there wasn't much he could tell it that it didn't inherently know. It couldn't exactly talk back, either. And this witch seemed quite clever. He wanted to know what she might have to say about Ananke and its glory.

The towering Saint, as if sensing that the witch was a friend, moved. A great shudder ran through its body as it unfroze and came towards them on its ten uncertain legs. The motion was brutal, but the intent was gentle. It could not speak, but it reached down to her with its cold human hand, plants and silt slithering with the motion. It wished to hold her hand as she was enlightened.

"Look into the water, and you will see my garden. You will see my Ananke." Virgil strode to the water's edge, peering down into the water with her.

Both of Ananke's great heads stared back at him from the clear depths. The garden of corpses was down there, too, being tended to and stripped by the god. Virgil was overcome with a sense of deep peace, as he always was when he saw his god. There was a deep, almost hypnotic desire to go into the water as he stared into the eyes. A sense that everything would be okay if he would just came into the water and let himself drown. He had drowned, back when he was just a boy, and been reborn as a chosen of Ananke. He knew that this clever witch would survive if she joined.

He looked at her. Smiled. "Can you see it?"

[thomas-lynn]

who; Anyone [Open Starter] what; Being Human AU where; Chissob Hills Forest Grounds when; a couple of days before the Ghost Festival

Lynn, as usual, had been watching. With only a couple of days before the Ghost Festival, Chissob Hills and The Shipyard was buzzing with promotional activity and setup. He was sent to interview a couple of volunteers, businesses, and workers just to promote in the festival in a new article. It was easy work. Within the hour, he had enough details and stories to create a fabulous, fluffy piece that the paper would be able to run for days. He was just about to leave when he saw it.

A security guard and someone else obviously arguing over entry. With the festival still being setup, it wasn't open to the public just yet. Only those with special badges. Lynn had almost forgotten his own badge when walking in. He winced in shared solidarity over the mere stress of not having access to a place he needed to be. Maybe that's why he said what he did.

"Oh, actually, they're with me."

Lynn flashed his media badge with a smile. A few tense seconds of silence passed between journalist, security guard, and accused trespasser. Feeling his lie wasn't getting him anywhere, he continued, "I need to interview them for the festival. I just...forgot about the badge."

Did he sound just as terrible on lying as he felt? Lynn was going to scrap the whole thig when the security guard seemed to be appeased and walked away. Lynn heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

"....I don't suppose you would be interested in an interview?"

[virgilachyls]

Virgil wasn't exactly trying to start an argument with the security guard, but a part of him wanted to strangle both the man and himself. His mother was in town visiting, which meant he needed to play her games and make nice with her. But she had very clear ideas for how everything had to be, right down to the place he got fish from, and that place was behind this curtain of security and blocked off streets. Virgil could've gone somewhere else, but she always just knew these things. She could sense it when he lied. And he didn't want to get on her bad side so early into her visit. He had to at least try to meet her impossible standards. And with his brother and dad not currently working on their fishing boats for the holiday, he didn't have anything he could take out of the fridge and cook up.

He'd been in the middle of a heated conversation with the guard for a few minutes when he heard someone else approach. Flashed a press badge and a weak smile, claiming that Virgil was with him.

Virgil shut his mouth and flashed the security guard a winning smile, walking past him to the press man's side.

Virgil froze as the man asked him if he'd like to answer a few questions. Was he in particular acting different than any other people around him? But he soon realized that the question was harmless. This person was just putting on an act. "Hey, thanks! You really helped me out just now. If I'd gone home without fish from that shop, my mom would kill me!" He laughed as if he was joking when it was, in fact, not so far from the truth.

He shifted his backpack somewhat awkwardly. Thought about how not to answer in a way that might lead them to grow suspicious of him. "An interview about what?"

[shinwhoohoo]

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[virgilachyls]

Virgil Being Human AU

Virgil is just a regular guy who works as a stage hand. He's 30.

He's close with his brother, Aiden, who's a fisherman. He likes to hang out with his brother and go on the boat with him occasionally to help him out.

His dad, Dominic, also lives with them. The old man is retired, but he still goes out to help Aiden fish when his bones are good.

His mom, Myrrha, is still a wanderer who brings the word of Ananke to people. But she's visiting home right now, and making tensions in the little home higher. Virgil is praying she goes away soon. Myrrha has her own way of doing things that clashes with the way Virgil runs things.

They're roommates in the little riverside cabin. Dominic, Aiden, and Virgil all get along fairly well when it's just them. They've fallen into a familiar rhythm. Dom and Aiden go away to work for long stretches of time, and Virgil keeps the house, and feeds them when they get home.

Virgil and his family are still followers of Ananke, but they take it a lot less seriously. Virgil is not a Vassal, but a regular follower with very little to do with the harsher parts of the beliefs. He and his brother and dad think of Ananke as merely someone to pray to for calm waters and bountiful harvests. But Myrrha believes that they must follow Ananke's teachings to the letter if they want to be up to the god's standards.

[makena-harris]

"As long as you don't try anything funny, Mister," Makena said, eyeing the way the other man moved closer. She was confident enough in her abilities, especially in nature, to protect herself, but one could never be too cautious.

But curiosity had always been Makena's greatest gift and biggest flaw because the draw of that crab statue got her moving towards it to inspect it. That was definitely a dead person and any normal person would have probably gone running, but Makena was far from normal and dead things fascinated her. "What did you make this for? Is this some avant-garde are thing?"

[virgilachyls]

"I won't try anything so long as you don't harm my statue," Virgil said honestly.

He watched her inspect it. To his great surprise and joy, she didn't seem fearful. She seemed curious. That was something he could use.

"I made it to guard my garden, actually. Do you like it?" He asked. "I made it out of the silty mud from this river, along with a few crabs and... a human."

He looked at her closely, keeping his voice matter of fact. But his love and pride for his Saint crept in towards the end. He was glad to have this guardian here with him. "My Ananke gave me the power to give it shape and power. A god of the river. Truly, its garden is marvelous. You would love it."

[petehenderson]

virgilachyls​:

Virgil smiled back with slightly more teeth than was strictly necessary. “Yes, I do! It seems like we have similar sweet tooths.”

“They have this rhubarb pie that’s simply to die for,” he said after a moment to think. It wasn’t your typical dessert, but it more than made up for it with the taste. The extremely sour taste of rhubarb with the sweetness of the sugar and the flaky goodness of the crust made quite the impression on him when he’d tried it before. “Do you have a favorite place?”

-

For a moment, the former spirit saw a glimpse of something under the surface. He wasn’t quite sure if it was something malevolent or not but it felt similar to something he used to feel like a spirit himself. “Don’t get me wrong, I also have a savoury tongue. But sometimes a meal doesn’t feel complete without something sweet, no?” he asked. 

Rhubarb pie did interest him though, curious as how they make it balanced and not too tart. “In this area? Probably that cafe on the corner. They do your regular brunch items but it’s a Japanese chef so everything has some of those flavours. They do a matcha basque burnt cheesecake with fresh truffle on top, it’s worth trying for sure.” 

[virgilachyls]

Virgil nodded, smile turning more genuine. "I'm usually a seafood man myself, but savory things are also very good. You seem like you have a good head on your shoulders. I also have a big sweet tooth."

"That sounds divine. I'll have to make a trip there." He sighed at the pang of longing he felt to try what the man had described. "There are simply too many desserts to try in too little time. I'm Virgil, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

[makena-harris]

"Oh. I usually trek through this forest. This is where we met the last time, remember?" Makena reminded him as her eyes roved over the statue, feeling death radiating off of it in waves. There was a dead body here and she was quite sure that this man had something to do with it.

"So, what did you use to make this sculpture? Is it supposed to be a giant crab person?"

[virgilachyls]

"Of course, you mentioned that last time." Virgil didn't like how her gaze lingered on the statue. She could most likely sense the death on the both of them. He needed to get her focused on him, not the saint.

He started towards her, that same toothy smile in place, holding out an arm in a mockingly polite manner. "Do you want to see it up close? I can tell you all about it. But you can't see everything from far away. Come closer."

[virgilachyls]

"Sure." Virgil said, taking off without any warning. He was fast for being this old, and much stronger than he looked. He was used to keeping pace with terrified people who were high on adrenaline. And, as he ran for the street, he didn't look back.

[gabe-moore]

The elf was gone faster than Gabe could blink. And it didn't matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up to superhuman speeds. After a while Gabe had to slow down to get home without passing out. This elf really hadn't had an interest of keeping a low profile.

[virgilachyls]

Virgil's NSFW headcanons

Virgil is much more on the grey/ace side of demisexual. But when he develops feelings for someone (which is quite rare), he wants to be their everything. He can be very possessive of friends and lovers alike. Whether the person gets the master, god, or daddy is entirely dependent on how his sub acts. He has a soft spot for littles.

Virgil also scored high in:

Sadist: 89%

Pet Owner: 89%