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Need to figure out how to use this thing again. Just don't know where to start you know?

#ooc: #rp struggles #need to finish up these character bios #If anyone's got advice on how to start off an OC rp blog please hit me up #any veteran rpers out there got advice?

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‘No one wants to write with me’

Dear role players, the ones who actively convince themselves that people never want to write with them. To the ones who, day after day, write things along the lines of…

“No one would care if I vanished.”

“No one ever wants to write with me.”

“Does anyone even like my blog”

“Nobody likes my character”

“Everyone hates my blog”

“Would anyone even notice if I left”

“If I left everyone would probably just forget about me and my character”

… It’s not that people dislike you or your blog. It’s not that people avoid your blog. It’s not even that people don’t care. Sometimes people are just busy, blogs are hectic and desires doesn’t always line up with schedules. Though, sometimes it also boils down to the ugly truth; what sort of vibe your blog gives off, which vibes you as a person/author give off. 

     If a writer is actively exposed to such things, even after trying to initiate something, the truth is that they might end up being turned off writing with your blog — not because they dislike you, necessarily, but because such behavior makes them feel worthless, as if their attempts at interacting isn’t good enough. Therefore this is a daily reminder to think twice before actively posting something related to such things; you have a network around you, people who adore your blog and those who admire your work. Even in the darkest of times, there’ll always be someone who is willing to provide light.

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" 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙄 𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙀. "

╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧ BRUTUS A. BARLOW||THE BUTCHER 》Age: WELL over 400 years, but he looks like he could be in his late 40s to early 50s 》Race: Daemon 》Gender: Male 》Pronouns: He/They 》Sexuality: Demisexual 》Occupation: Owner of The Wolf Stock Deli/Butchery by day, criminal hunting cannibal by night. 》Height: 7"10 - 12"10+ 》Summary: An angry vengeful man who was killed by a corrupt politician/mobster and brought back to life by a sorceress looking to being magic back into the material plane. Still filled with anger and hatred from his past, he now dedicates any and all free time he has to hunt down criminals, mobsters, and corrupt individuals to slaughter and torture before butchering their bodies and selling them in his butchery. Also yes, he's a cannibal.

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ABILITIES Brutus is a Daemon, which is essentially a demon who comes from the abyssal realm, which gives him by default a plethora of inhuman capabilities. 》Inhuman Strength and Agility 》 Inhuman senses (sight/smell/taste/hearing) 》 The ability to shift between different forms and sizes (The more mana/people he eats, the bigger and stronger he gets) 》Durability 》 Partially Immortal (Hard to kill, but killable, however, he can always be brought back by The Mistress, and he ages at a VERY slow pace) 》Retractable Claws/Splittable Jaws 》Able to use pyrokinesis, however normally only a little- the angry he gets the stronger he gets ╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧

#oc bio #Brutus #The Butcher #oc interaction #open rp #oc rp

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Julian looked like he was about to say something after the larger's first remark, but quickly capped- knowing that the last thing he'd want to do is contradict the words of a man that could absolutely tear him to pieces or worse send him into oblivion. So instead he just stood there awkwardly, with an even lower self-esteem.

To Barnaby's second remark Julian felt even more paranoid. Julian couldn't tell this thing where he lived. Before he ended up here he was probably nothing but a spec to this man, another ant in the ant hill- and Julian wanted to leave it that way. There was the chance that this 'man' would just drop him off and never think about him again, but the risk of him coming back to haunt him or do some other worldly shit was still burning in Julian's mind.

Julian was starting to feel dizzy from the amount of anxiety swirling in his head, like any minute his knees could buckle and everything would go black. Was this some kind of nightmare? If so how could he wake up?? Would falling over or smacking himself work or just make him look even more like a fool???

His gaze returned to Barnaby, staring at the very faint outline of the tie on his chest for a long second, before slowly tracing the shadows up to the one definable feature on the man's face. His big blue eyes simply locked with the man's singular glowing eye.

"What if... I- I wanted to know more about you?" Julian asked in probably the most coherent sentence he'd spoken thus far.

All he had to say was his address and he might've been sent home, but with the price of what? And ontop of that, this creature would know where his mother or friends lived. He didn't want to risk that, not only because he was weak- but also because there was one thing stronger than his fear of daemons, and that was his compulsive fascination of them.

A young man dressed in a warm grey sweater and rolled up denims walks aimlessly through a featureless plane. He's not quite sure how he got here, but what he is sure about is that it was dark. Very dark. He could barely see a foot in front of him even with his glasses on.

The last thing the pinkette remembered was reading a book in the university library, and then passing out, and walking up on a cold dark surface. How did he get here? And most importantly, what was 'here?'

"H- Hello...?" He'd eventually speak up with a light irish accent. "Is- Is anyone... There?" He added on hesitantly, hearing his voice carry out into the voice.

-KryptidRP

Someone in his dwelling. That space nestled in the darkest of places with naught but shadows to greet them. He didn’t use it often outside of his homes that he bounced between as time cycled by. But this place was wholly his own. Not many got here without Some intervention either unholy or magic in nature.

But this boy didn’t belong here. Barnaby had no appointments right now and so this was highly irregular and perhaps even rude.

Eyes formed on the vast walls, following the young man has he walked. They examined every detail of him from head to toe. Small. Pitiful. The world stretched and pulled a room into existence, bringing forth a small office where Barnaby sat calm behind a desk. The room smelled of expensive cigars and cologne, a faded light reminiscent of twilight came through the blinds to shine on the owner of this world. Barnaby was shrouded in his darkness, a single eye staring down the young man before him.

“Evenin’.” His voice was deep, carrying that distant snarl past those sharp teeth. With irritation, he took the cigar from his lips and tapping the ashes off into the tray. “Skippin’ the casual talk, who do you think you are, appearin’ in my office?”“

#@umbralentity #IC: #Julian #Julian Reeves

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Hearing his name announced by the large man immediately brought Julian’s attention back up to him, comedically after being addressed as a ‘bookworm’ Julian shyly averted his gaze for a moment and fixes his glasses. ‘So he is a Daemon…’ Julian thought to himself, he didn’t need a mirror to know that his face had gone pale, and he was fighting every single nerve in his body to not run. Not like he’d get far anyway.

          As Barnaby repeated the same phrase as before, Julian took another step back, as if the words themself were coming at him. He stared up at the large man, eyeing his jarring teeth and eye. The only real features he could see on the man aside from a suit? Maybe? Honestly Julian was a little fascinated by Barnaby’s appearance, he wasn’t like any other daemon they’d met before. I mean he hadn’t tried mauling him. Yet.

“W- what do I w- want…” Julian repeated, taking a deep breath. Such a trivial question that at first Julian thought nothing of it, but now…

For a moment you could see something enter Julian’s mind, but just as quickly as it surfaced it was pushed away as he shook his head.

“N- no, no.” He mumbles to himself at first. “I- I don’t- want anything, I- I just- I just want to go. Away.” Julian adds, his arms picking up to hold himself again, only to stop and straighten at his sides. He didn’t want to make himself seem any more vulnerable than he already was.

A young man dressed in a warm grey sweater and rolled up denims walks aimlessly through a featureless plane. He's not quite sure how he got here, but what he is sure about is that it was dark. Very dark. He could barely see a foot in front of him even with his glasses on.

The last thing the pinkette remembered was reading a book in the university library, and then passing out, and walking up on a cold dark surface. How did he get here? And most importantly, what was 'here?'

"H- Hello...?" He'd eventually speak up with a light irish accent. "Is- Is anyone... There?" He added on hesitantly, hearing his voice carry out into the voice.

-KryptidRP

Someone in his dwelling. That space nestled in the darkest of places with naught but shadows to greet them. He didn’t use it often outside of his homes that he bounced between as time cycled by. But this place was wholly his own. Not many got here without Some intervention either unholy or magic in nature.

But this boy didn’t belong here. Barnaby had no appointments right now and so this was highly irregular and perhaps even rude.

Eyes formed on the vast walls, following the young man has he walked. They examined every detail of him from head to toe. Small. Pitiful. The world stretched and pulled a room into existence, bringing forth a small office where Barnaby sat calm behind a desk. The room smelled of expensive cigars and cologne, a faded light reminiscent of twilight came through the blinds to shine on the owner of this world. Barnaby was shrouded in his darkness, a single eye staring down the young man before him.

“Evenin’.” His voice was deep, carrying that distant snarl past those sharp teeth. With irritation, he took the cigar from his lips and tapping the ashes off into the tray. “Skippin’ the casual talk, who do you think you are, appearin’ in my office?”“

#@umbralentity #IC: #Julian #Julian Reeves #act #a crows tale

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Julian quickly stopped talking when the entity raised its voice, his entire mouth and throat went dry, and he could feel his nose beginning to burn up. Their movement made the boy take a step back, but only a step, still keeping his large eyes trained on the shadowy man. The empathic and people-pleaser side of him was very tempted to apologize for his stuttering. It was something he struggled with on a daily basis, but usually he was able to control it better around people he knew. In this instance however, he couldn’t even control his own body.           When the entity asked to address himself, he looked away for a split second, contemplating if he really should say anything personal to this- man. What if they were a daemon? Or some new kind of abyssal entity that was stirring trouble. He certainly fit the profile. Knowing he couldn’t stay quiet, Julian took a shaky inhale and opened his mouth once more. “I- I’m Julian. Julian R- Reeves.” He spoke slowly but with much more volume, obviously trying very hard to minimize his stuttering. A- a- and I just want t- to… to umm…” Julian pauses, recalling the man’s words. ‘you’re in my territory now and most don’t leave here unless I say so’. Julian swallows dryly, saying he wants to leave right after the man had stated he wouldn’t be going anywhere until he explained why he was here would be ignorant, He was stuck in his head with his mouth partially hung open, trying to find the right words to say while anxiously between the large man and the ground.

A young man dressed in a warm grey sweater and rolled up denims walks aimlessly through a featureless plane. He's not quite sure how he got here, but what he is sure about is that it was dark. Very dark. He could barely see a foot in front of him even with his glasses on.

The last thing the pinkette remembered was reading a book in the university library, and then passing out, and walking up on a cold dark surface. How did he get here? And most importantly, what was 'here?'

"H- Hello...?" He'd eventually speak up with a light irish accent. "Is- Is anyone... There?" He added on hesitantly, hearing his voice carry out into the voice.

-KryptidRP

Someone in his dwelling. That space nestled in the darkest of places with naught but shadows to greet them. He didn’t use it often outside of his homes that he bounced between as time cycled by. But this place was wholly his own. Not many got here without Some intervention either unholy or magic in nature.

But this boy didn’t belong here. Barnaby had no appointments right now and so this was highly irregular and perhaps even rude.

Eyes formed on the vast walls, following the young man has he walked. They examined every detail of him from head to toe. Small. Pitiful. The world stretched and pulled a room into existence, bringing forth a small office where Barnaby sat calm behind a desk. The room smelled of expensive cigars and cologne, a faded light reminiscent of twilight came through the blinds to shine on the owner of this world. Barnaby was shrouded in his darkness, a single eye staring down the young man before him.

“Evenin’.” His voice was deep, carrying that distant snarl past those sharp teeth. With irritation, he took the cigar from his lips and tapping the ashes off into the tray. “Skippin’ the casual talk, who do you think you are, appearin’ in my office?”“

#@umbralentity #IC: #Julian #Julian Reeves #act #a crows tale

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Who knew the ever expanding darkness of the void could be so empty? A rhetorical thought of course as Julian held himself, both out of comfort and the rather cold atmosphere. He paused in his tracks though when he felt the all too familiar feeling of being watched. He looked into the black expanse, failing to spot the prying gaze of the eldritch entity watching from with in the darkness itself.

Just when he was about to contiune onward however, the boy barely had enough time to react as the world around him abruptly shifted. With in the blink of an eye he was no longer in the empty abyss but an- office? He looked around, curious but still very obviously disoriented and confused.

It wasn't until his eyes settled on the large looming entity sitting at the center of the room did his bright blue eyes widened with fear as his body went completely frozen.

He didn't say anything until he'd registered that it had asked him a question, to which the young man shakely responded.

"I- I don-.. I don't know." He said, eyes glued to the entity's singular eye glaring down at him. "I- I don't know- know how I- I got he- here..." Julian stutters, unable to keep himself from doing so.

A young man dressed in a warm grey sweater and rolled up denims walks aimlessly through a featureless plane. He's not quite sure how he got here, but what he is sure about is that it was dark. Very dark. He could barely see a foot in front of him even with his glasses on.

The last thing the pinkette remembered was reading a book in the university library, and then passing out, and walking up on a cold dark surface. How did he get here? And most importantly, what was 'here?'

"H- Hello...?" He'd eventually speak up with a light irish accent. "Is- Is anyone... There?" He added on hesitantly, hearing his voice carry out into the voice.

-KryptidRP

Someone in his dwelling. That space nestled in the darkest of places with naught but shadows to greet them. He didn't use it often outside of his homes that he bounced between as time cycled by. But this place was wholly his own. Not many got here without Some intervention either unholy or magic in nature.

But this boy didn't belong here. Barnaby had no appointments right now and so this was highly irregular and perhaps even rude.

Eyes formed on the vast walls, following the young man has he walked. They examined every detail of him from head to toe. Small. Pitiful. The world stretched and pulled a room into existence, bringing forth a small office where Barnaby sat calm behind a desk. The room smelled of expensive cigars and cologne, a faded light reminiscent of twilight came through the blinds to shine on the owner of this world. Barnaby was shrouded in his darkness, a single eye staring down the young man before him.

"Evenin'." His voice was deep, carrying that distant snarl past those sharp teeth. With irritation, he took the cigar from his lips and tapping the ashes off into the tray. "Skippin' the casual talk, who do you think you are, appearin' in my office?""

#@umbralentity #IC: #Julian #a crows tale #act

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Finished a lil thing, I know I'm a bit late though haha

#my art #Brutus #The Butcher #act #a crows tale

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Some notes I made about Butch's mask

#my art #The Butcher #Brutus #oc rp #oc asks #oc art #haha- *casually decapitated character*

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Hey guys it’s a holiday today, and honestly I hope all of ya stay safe. I know for myself and others it can be unsafe and EXTREMELY uncomfortable. So do what keeps you safe and comfortable this holiday season cause you don’t deserve to go through what your family may put you through. You’re going to be okay.

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“Want know about me? Why? What you with the FBI or something? You gonna rat on me? You want get stabbed?” 

Jovanny Joestar.  Indep. OC Please Share out.  RP promo

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Butch: Oh shit, a rat Francis: *fast incoming footsteps*

#my art #brutus #the butcher #francis #the performer #this is an old ask I drew on discord #had lots of fun #oc asks #oc rp

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Sketch dump 

#yesss #very goot

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" 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙄 𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙀. "

╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧ BRUTUS A. BARLOW||THE BUTCHER 》Age: WELL over 400 years, but he looks like he could be in his late 40s to early 50s 》Race: Daemon 》Gender: Male 》Pronouns: He/They 》Sexuality: Demisexual 》Occupation: Owner of The Wolf Stock Deli/Butchery by day, criminal hunting cannibal by night. 》Height: 7"10 - 12"10+ 》Summary: An angry vengeful man who was killed by a corrupt politician/mobster and brought back to life by a sorceress looking to being magic back into the material plane. Still filled with anger and hatred from his past, he now dedicates any and all free time he has to hunt down criminals, mobsters, and corrupt individuals to slaughter and torture before butchering their bodies and selling them in his butchery. Also yes, he's a cannibal.

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ABILITIES Brutus is a Daemon, which is essentially a demon who comes from the abyssal realm, which gives him by default a plethora of inhuman capabilities. 》Inhuman Strength and Agility 》 Inhuman senses (sight/smell/taste/hearing) 》 The ability to shift between different forms and sizes (The more mana/people he eats, the bigger and stronger he gets) 》Durability 》 Partially Immortal (Hard to kill, but killable, however, he can always be brought back by The Mistress, and he ages at a VERY slow pace) 》Retractable Claws/Splittable Jaws 》Able to use pyrokinesis, however normally only a little- the angry he gets the stronger he gets ╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧╤╧

#oc bio #Brutus #The Butcher #oc interaction #open rp #oc rp

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