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"he knows that it's impossible to tell a wolf from a man if he keeps his chin up and his teeth clean.” - A Dishonored OC roleplay blog.

[urogiri]

dishonored + orange

[invinculis]

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[whalebonesong]

you’re a marked man brother you’re a marked man hey and get right down on your knees and pray

[ambiteaux-blog]

having better hair than the empress is a capitol offense

for whalebonesong!! hope you like it

also omfg rowan is tall and emily is on heels

[whalebonesong]

// this is it this is what gets him executed omg

[looloogirl]

chillin

[whalebonesong]

Bees

BEES: What could you not live without?

"Food, water, air." He huffs and rolls his eyes. "The necessities."

[whalebonesong]

GALE

GALE: Are you ticklish?

"No."

Yes.

[whalebonesong]

EPHEMERAL

EPHEMERAL: What would you do if you could live one day without consequences?

"...Without any consequence? I-"

He stops and stares into space, too many ideas rushing through his head. You might want to come back later.

[frommemetoyou]

CURIOSITY IS NATURAL! So, send me one of the following words;

AMETHYST: Tell us a secret

APPLE: How often do you visit the doctor?

AXELOTL: What is you main weakness?

BARK: Start a conversation with the next 5 people on your dashboard

BEES: What could you not live without?

BRACKISH: Can you skip rocks?

CACTUS: How different are you when you’re drunk?

CHRYSALIS: Describe your best friend

CORAL: Do you have any pets?

DAISIES: Have you ever been to a funeral?

DESERT: What’s your favourite drink?

DEW: What is your morning routine?

EARTHQUAKE: Who has had the biggest impact on your life thus far?

EPHEMERAL: What would you do if you could live one day without consequences?

ETHEREAL: Do you believe that there is an afterlife?

EMU: Can you do a handstand?

FALLOW: Have you ever broken a mirror?

FEATHERS: How many tattoos do you have?

FOX: Have you ever bitten anyone?

FRESH: Do you prefer showers or baths?

GALE: Are you ticklish?

GORILLA: Are you short-tempered?

GRASS: What would be you perfect night out?

HILLS: Can you roll your tongue?

HONEY: Tell us your favourite pick up line

HURRICANE: Are you good at sharing things?

IGUANA: Tell us a funny story!

IRIDESCENT: Who was the last person you texted?

JADE: Describe your perfect date!

JUNIPER: How many piercings do you have?

JURASSIC: How old are you?

KALEIDOSCOPE: Have you ever dyed your hair and what colour would you dye it if you could?

KELP: Describe your ex

LAGOON: Can you swim?

LAVENDER: Tell us a story from when you were young!

LIONESS: What is your favourite outfit?

MINERALS: What is your favourite meal?

MOUNTAINS: Post a picture of your favourite view

MUSHROOM: What are you allergic to?

NECTAR: What is your favourite sweet food?

NIGHTSHADE: What was your last nightmare?

OASIS: What would your perfect day consist of?

OCTOPUS: How easily are you bored?

OLIVE: What happened yesterday?

PETALS: What is your biggest fear?

PENGUIN: Have you ever proposed/been proposed to?

POISON IVY: What makes your skin crawl?

QUACK: When did you last laugh?

QUEEN: What are you preferred pronouns?

QUERCITRON: Do you have any siblings?

RAINBOW: Describe your ideal partner

ROOT: Is home where the heart is?

RUBY: How much jewellery do you wear?

SEAWEED: What is your biggest regret?

SKY: What is your biggest fear?

SNAILS: What do you like to take your time with?

SPIDERS: What was your proudest moment?

THORNS: What is your relationship with your family?

TWIG: Compliment the next 3 people on your dashboard

UNICORNS: What is your favourite pet name?

URCHIN: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

VALLEY: Where would you like to visit in the world?

VINE: How tall are you?

VISTA: Post a picture of yourself

WAVES: What was the last party you went to like?

WEEPING WILLOW: When did you last cry?

WINTER: Do you like hot drinks?

XEME: What is the silliest noise you can make?

XYLOCARP: Do you smoke?

XYRIS: What is your best dish?

YAKOW: What is you favourite book?

YEANLING  Do you feel young or old?

ZEBRA: Which do you prefer, tea or coffee?

ZEMNI: Would you rather lose your hearing or your sight?

[beztroska]

[whalebonesong]

✣

✣    is your character a forgiving person?

Actually, not at all. He holds onto grudges and lets them consume him, whether he's aware of it or not.

[whalebonesong]

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⋈    alcohol or no? if yes, why did your character start drinking in the first place? for fun?

Sometimes. He was introduced at an early-ish age (around 14-15ish) and learned to drink in moderation after a few shitty incidents. He doesn't really care for it, but if he's offered a drink, he'll accept.

[theoxtsider-archive]

     So he had decided to attack, not at all surprising, though he would have expected an assassin to be a bit more cautious when it came to mysterious figures. ”How boring," he remarks with a sigh, more to himself than to the man, and without further ado he removed himself from that location, only to appear behind the assassin seconds later. 

     Not even bothering to stand this time, the Outsider hovered a few inches off the ground, his arms crossed and his stare unreadable. “You will have to be faster than that if you wish to kill me," the Leviathan goaded despite the fact that no mortal hand could harm him, let alone kill him, regardless of their speed. 

     At this point it should have been pretty self evident who he was, and because of that he felt no need to introduce himself, unless asked of course. And there really was no need for the man to introduce himself either, he already knew that; he already knew everything, give or take.

[whalebonesong]

Rowan tenses, ready to strike when the figure just fucking disappears on him. Hackles raised, he almost choked when he heard the voice reverberate through his skull.

"...Excuse me?!"

He whips around, sword at the ready, until he gets a better look at the man. He's nothing terribly special on the first glance. Young, careful features and decent clothes. But then Rowan gets a look at his eyes, and he almost drops his sword.

The assassin's eyes narrowed, muscles remaining taut, but he reluctantly lowers the sword - just slightly - and finds himself wondering if he's somehow fallen asleep and is having some sort of stress-related dream about the job he's supposed to be doing.

A cramp in his hand from where he grips the blade confirms that he's definitely not dreaming. And yet he asks, regardless.

"You...Is this some sort of hallucination?"

Rowan almost wants to ask if the Outsider has stumbled across him by mistake while looking for his master, but he figures a God will do as it pleases, and that there are no real mistakes.

"Or do you want something from me?"

To be honest, he's never been the devout sort. He's placed offerings at the shrine in Daud's lair and read stories based on the Leviathan that's allowed him to share in his master's strength, but he's never really delved into much beyond that. For all the curiosities he's held in regard to the Outsider, Rowan can only think one thing upon finally meeting the being:

'His eyes are fucking unnerving.'

[whalebonesong]

Phonophobic | serkonoswhalerlavendar

[serkonoswhalereddy]

Ever single step the tallboys would take the ground would shake and Eddy’s fear would rise even higher, the arrows that would strike the ground and friends would burst, he could hear the screams of terrors whalers,and people around him mixed with the fire roaring and destroying anything in it’s path. Eddy despised the tallboys for all the loud noises they made,in retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have gone to this mission. 

he thought of that question while he was trying to take cover from every tallboy’s arrows, the question ringed in his ear, he had to think about it, is he even alright? “Y-yeah, no problem, man.”

he could see the flashing lights that the tallboy’s incendiary arrows would cause the room to get bright and dim again.

he leaned over a crate that he was hiding in so the tallboys wont see him. he whispered, “Tell me again, why do we need to near the tallboys?” 

[whalebonesong]

"Not my idea," He snapped, grabbing the other's upper arm and pulling him a little further from the nearby window. "We can blame the dead fucker out there on the street."

More like blame Hiram Burrows for funding the production of the Tallboy suits and placing them on the streets. Blame the masked vigilante running wild and sending the nobles into a panic. Whatever, it was out of his hands. They just needed to get out of there and regroup.

"I think the stairs are open, but we'd need to transverse or move quickly and get to the roof."

Rowan's thinking more out loud than sharing a plan with Eddy, but either way, it'll have to do.

"Think you can make it, or do I need to drag you up?"

[whalebonesong]

A Compromising Situation | religiousshitbaby

[religiousshitbaby]

There you are,. she thought turning in the direction of the sound. Whoever had caused it, was still out of sight. 

"Careless." Her voice was soft, it didn’t matter if the intruder heard her. It was obvious they were both aware of each other now.  She slowly began to walk towards the fallen book, eyes drifting upwards and scanning the area not wanting to be caught unaware. 

Alleah stopped just short of the fallen book. “Surly you realize how this is going to end. When they realize you’ve retreated back inside they’ll ock down the Abbey. THere is no getting out of here.”

[whalebonesong]

Ah, lovely. He snorted from his not-so-hidden spot and peered down at the woman from the edge of the shelf.

"You don't need to tell me that," Rowan's fingers twitched in agitation, in impatience. "What are you going to do? Run and tell the flock of fanatics that you've successfully cornered me in here?"

Maybe, maybe not. Either way, he's wary of the weapon in her hand and her nonchalant tone of voice. Wary of the mask, more than anything, it never meant good news for an assassin.

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whalebonesong

Lost wouldn’t even begin to explain Darlene’s current situation, quite frankly she had no memory as to how she had gotten there. Perhaps it was because she had wandered too far or maybe it was because she had been knocked out and carried there by some unknown stranger. Either way they were gone now and Darlene had managed to successfully flee the building.

Now came the difficult part, getting somewhere that she could get lost and stay lost. She had no home to return to and that was okay, because she could build herself a new one in the shadows of the earth. Of course, those plans were put on hold as she had ran right into a stranger.

[whalebonesong]

It wasn't uncommon for people to come stumbling into their territory, especially the homeless. When he saw the woman hobbling about the district, he took her for another plague victim on the verge of succumbing to the disease and dismissed her existence. How she'd gotten there was none of his concern. She'd probably be dead in a few days, or so he'd thought.

Imagine Rowan's surprise when he saw her wandering the streets upon his return to the rooftops. Odd. She should have been weeping by now, but no. He frowned and allowed himself to transverse down to the streets, towering over her.

"I'd advise you leave."

It's an awkward command, but well meant, all things considering. Civilians shouldn't be here. Others like Rulfio or Rinaldo would probably kill the intruder on sight, but Rowan's a little different. Always has been. He'd rather not make a mess if it could be avoided.

[whalebonesong]

Novice | wolfsliege

Rowan isn't entirely sure how he's ended up here. A few weeks ago he arrived in Dunwall and had to steal scraps from the merchants to survive, and now he was donning a fucking gas mask and taking orders from one of the Empire's most terrifying men. A man that he'd originally scoffed at and believed to be the invention of the less than sane.

'Look who's talking, idiot.'

Well, he'd been proven wrong. Not that it was a terrible thing to be wrong, not that it was awful to have a (kind of, sort of) roof over his head and a job. Being surrounded by former mercenaries, ratty street kids, and others wasn't even that bad. They all kept their respective distances from each other, and he could appreciate that in his current state.

It was just that, well, he found Daud to be intimidating. That was a given with anyone who had a shred of common sense left intact.

He'd never been good with a blade, never had any experience concocting poisons, never held a crossbow or a bow, for that matter. And yet this man seemed to want to push him towards all of the above and see which he'd be best with.

And of course, Rowan would prove to be terrible with all and end up wishing for death or to return to the streets.

Too late for that. He grimaced as he handled the blade in one hand, the weight unfamiliar and a bit uncomfortable. The new assassin risked a look up at the man in red, before diverting his attention back to the sword.

It couldn't be that hard to work out, could it?

[whalebonesong]

"Your head hurts?"

Bound in the interrogation chair, Rowan sneered up at the Oracle.

"What the fuck do you think, zealot?"

She clearly had no issues pulling punches, judging by the amount of blood streaming down his face from a fresh wound. The pain wasn't too bad, all things considering - he'd gone through worse - but this was only the beginning.