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A Villain In A World Of Heroes

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I don't suppose contacts are a thing here. It seems like red-eyes might be a villain only characteristic here.
Oh well, just means we need to learn a non-sight based form of navigation, like Echo-location. And then we can also play off being a blind girl for extra pity point.
 
Trondason said:
I don't suppose contacts are a thing here. It seems like red-eyes might be a villain only characteristic here.
Oh well, just means we need to learn a non-sight based form of navigation, like Echo-location. And then we can also play off being a blind girl for extra pity point.
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Red eyes seem to come from the trial of blood, not the fact that we are a villain.
 
Clock of Kronos said:
The trail of blood seems to derive from stories and legends where great champions and heroes ate the hearts of their foes. If anything it seems more like the sort of thing a hero would do.
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I don't agree.
But anyways, the Red Eyes STILL mark us as a person of note, Hero or otherwise. It's not good if we want to just blend in unnoticed till we drive the knife in their neck.
 
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    • ok, I am now writing an Omake (note: assumes taking place a decent bit into the future and that we went with the "use a Good Guy!Hero patsy" plan)

    Her occasionally red eyes would have had The Hero somewhat disturbed if not for the fact that her meeting with his group had had them cornered by a flock of Anzu, a rather big one at that, when she came along and literally iced them. The heart eating was similarly disturbing but then she just walked away from them so he figured at least she wasn't cannibalistic. Then of course, she went and proved her worth by snapping him out of his entrancement by The Pond before The Tentacles showed up. That was almost disturbing!

    Eventually he was at the edge of The Forest That Tried To Kill Things (yes, the capitalization is pronounced). And she nearly parted ways, only his puppy-dog eyes managed to sway her (I knew my childhood spent begging my parents for sword lessons would come in handy... just not this way!). And then it happened, he had assembled a group of like-minded warriors and mages and she had followed along filling an odd spot where no one else did, that is, she did everything fairly well (OOC: Red Mage Ahoy!). And then they ran into Him, The Hero had no idea why, but his always quiet companion had gone even quieter, her eyes remained Red continuously and her teeth seemed, sharper...

    While The Hero's and His group teamed up to destroy the latest Idiot Necromancer Seeking To Drown The World In A Tide Of Undead (yes, the capitalization can be heard) she grew ever more withdrawn. Then, while both were exhausted after slaying the Necromancer she struck. While tending His wounds she slashed his head off with her scalpel (Wind Magic Scary!). Naturally, that immediately shocked everyone, what shocked us all more was her laughter, and her tears.

    She had not reacted when her arm was destroyed against the Chimera, she had not reacted when her body was burnt against the Dragon, again and again, she suffered wounds and pain, not once had she reacted with more than a grimace. Yet now, her laughter, there was something, strange, desperate, terrified, joyful, sorrowful, exhilerated, exhausted. It was as if every emotion a human could feel was felt at once.

    No one moved, her laughter held them in it's spell of feeling, her tears, the tears no one had seen even as she held her intestines in with one hand and hurled fire and wind with the other, the tears no one had seen as she slew zombiefied children. The tears that were red as blood.

    Blood, blood stained her form, her crying, laughing, form. Her disturbing form, her twisted form. Her body bent backward on itself as she laughed amid the arterial spray of one we had called Comrade. And then from her exhausted form three words slipped, breathless, "Father, it's done."

    With those words she collapsed, exhausted, she curled up.

    Perhaps His comrades would have sought vengeance, but they were in the end mercenaries, The Hero's comrades were friends, they had known she was an orphan, they had known she drove herself harder than any of them drove themselves. Perhaps, now she could rest, perhaps now they could know her even better.

    They knew she had a good reason, she had been the one who was first to share what she had with those who had nothing. She had been the one who stayed up all night to watch over the children while they rested. She had been the one to show them the baby animals. Her gentleness outside of combat had only underlined her terrible focus when she fought, using every tool, every trick, every means to stay alive. Yet, she had taken hits meant for more fragile members of the group without hesitation, she had put her life on the line with them time and time again.

    Compared to coin-bought loyalty the bonds of blood were not so easily broken.

    And so they watched, and waited, as their sleeping mystery girl slept peacefully for the first time in years.

    EDIT: So ummm yeah... at least some of that was influenced by the fact that I am currently reading Demonbane... the rest was "Rambo on the Outside, Disney Princess on the Inside"... SV to SV
     
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    ok, I am now writing an Omake (note: assumes taking place a decent bit into the future and that we went with the "use a Good Guy!Hero patsy" plan)

    Her occasionally red eyes would have had The Hero somewhat disturbed if not for the fact that her meeting with his group had had them cornered by a flock of Anzu, a rather big one at that, when she came along and literally iced them. The heart eating was similarly disturbing but then she just walked away from them so he figured at least she wasn't cannibalistic. Then of course, she went and proved her worth by snapping him out of his entrancement by The Pond before The Tentacles showed up. That was almost disturbing!

    Eventually he was at the edge of The Forest That Tried To Kill Things (yes, the capitalization is pronounced). And she nearly parted ways, only his puppy-dog eyes managed to sway her (I knew my childhood spent begging my parents for sword lessons would come in handy... just not this way!). And then it happened, he had assembled a group of like-minded warriors and mages and she had followed along filling an odd spot where no one else did, that is, she did everything fairly well (OOC: Red Mage Ahoy!). And then they ran into Him, The Hero had no idea why, but his always quiet companion had gone even quieter, her eyes remained Red continuously and her teeth seemed, sharper...

    While The Hero's and His group teamed up to destroy the latest Idiot Necromancer Seeking To Drown The World In A Tide Of Undead (yes, the capitalization can be heard) she grew ever more withdrawn. Then, while both were exhausted after slaying the Necromancer she struck. While tending His wounds she slashed his head off with her scalpel (Wind Magic Scary!). Naturally, that immediately shocked everyone, what shocked us all more was her laughter, and her tears.

    She had not reacted when her arm was destroyed against the Chimera, she had not reacted when her body was burnt against the Dragon, again and again, she suffered wounds and pain, not once had she reacted with more than a grimace. Yet now, her laughter, there was something, strange, desperate, terrified, joyful, sorrowful, exhilerated, exhausted. It was as if every emotion a human could feel was felt at once.

    No one moved, her laughter held them in it's spell of feeling, her tears, the tears no one had seen even as she held her intestines in with one hand and hurled fire and wind with the other, the tears no one had seen as she slew zombiefied children. The tears that were red as blood.

    Blood, blood stained her form, her crying, laughing, form. Her disturbing form, her twisted form. Her body bent backward on itself as she laughed amid the arterial spray of one we had called Comrade. And then from her exhausted form three words slipped, breathless, "Father, it's done."

    With those words she collapsed, exhausted, she curled up.

    Perhaps His comrades would have sought vengeance, but they were in the end mercenaries, The Hero's comrades were friends, they had known she was an orphan, they had known she drove herself harder than any of them drove themselves. Perhaps, now she could rest, perhaps now they could know her even better.

    They knew she had a good reason, she had been the one who was first to share what she had with those who had nothing. She had been the one who stayed up all night to watch over the children while they rested. She had been the one to show them the baby animals. Her gentleness outside of combat had only underlined her terrible focus when she fought, using every tool, every trick, every means to stay alive. Yet, she had taken hits meant for more fragile members of the group without hesitation, she had put her life on the line with them time and time again.

    Compared to coin-bought loyalty the bonds of blood were not so easily broken.

    And so they watched, and waited, as their sleeping mystery girl slept peacefully for the first time in years.

    EDIT: So ummm yeah... at least some of that was influenced by the fact that I am currently reading Demonbane... the rest was "Rambo on the Outside, Disney Princess on the Inside"... SV to SV
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    What's the name of this Omake?
     
    Appearance Decided!


    Trait Gained:
    Shifting Eyes: When you are overly emotional, especially when feeling either rage, blood lust, or battle lust, your eyes will start to turn red. This may have consequences if anyone sees it occur.

    Also, I will be closing the vote in about an hour, so get your votes/discussion in!
     
    Vote tally:
    ##### 3.21
    [X] Look for another water source. We still want to get clean after all.
    No. of votes: 4
    Trondason, NeoDarklight, silentspirals, chocolote12

    [X] Wander
    No. of votes: 6
    Zaratustra, Arkatekt, devo342, Hyp3rB14d3, kitsune9, Ironcrow

    [X] Drink, you are thirsty.
    No. of votes: 1
    Flamester

    [X] Ice spike the water
    No. of votes: 2
    edmantgoog, veekie

    [X] Fireball the water
    No. of votes: 1
    Frakir's brother

    [X] Look for another water source. We still want to get clean after all.
    -[X] But if we have an encounter where we can catch a live critter of any kind, then turn back and toss it in the unicorn pond
    No. of votes: 1
    Eri
     
    This won, random encounter time!
    [X] Wander

    Edit: Mind Control Plants, for the win!
    Dark Ness threw 1 100-faced dice. Reason: Encounter Total: 14
    14 14
    Dark Ness threw 1 2-faced dice. Reason: Mind control? Total: 2
    2 2
    Dark Ness threw 1 7-faced dice. Reason: Resist? Total: 2
    2 2
    Dark Ness threw 1 7-faced dice. Reason: How fucked? Total: 6
    6 6
    Dark Ness threw 1 7-faced dice. Reason: Resist, try two Total: 5
    5 5
     
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    Well, this isn't looking good for us. Atleast if we survive and kill that thing, we should get something good from it's heart (as long as the dice don't screw us over).
     
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