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Forsaken OC Concept : Rhodes

[PT: Forsaken OC Concept : Rhodes]

This is for fun and general concept stuff for the Roblox game Forsaken. This not at all is official, this is all fan-made content/concepts.

This concept is for a survivor based off the game, Vampire Kingdom/VK.

Basics:

Source: Vampire Kingdom/VK by Meep_LeDoodle

Name: Rhodes

Nickname: Rose

K or S: Survivor

Type: Survivalist

Abilities:

Active Ability - Batty Spawn: Rhodes has lost her ability to properly suck blood so now she calls our to her spawn. Batty Spawn, spawns bats that will fly in a small area and once seeing the killer will attack and will life steal about 5hp from the killer. Only 2 bats can be available at a time.

Passive - Nimble Flight: No longer able to turn into a bat, Rhodes does the next best thing, giving her a slight speed advantage.

Passive - Royal Command: Rhodes due to her past royality within the Vampire Kingdom will get more money each round.

Skin Ideas:

Queen : Rhodes if she stayed in VK

Human : Rhodes as a nurse human

Werewolf : Rhodes as a hunter werewolf

Fae : Rhodes as a farmer fae

Stand-alone Renders:

Story:

Note: She is not canon to the lore of the actual source game! Her lore is based off the general contents and roleplayers of the original game!

A princess torn from her kingdom, Rhodes was next in line for the crown and throne. But now she is stripped away by The Spectre(link) just around her birthday. Rhodes when she was in the Vampire Kingdom tried her best to live up to her mother’s footsteps but she lacked the confidence that her mother did. And now tossed into the death game that is Forsaken, her confidence dwindles even more.

[nandawrites]

Another prompt for @flashfictionfridayofficial, another peak at the world of EOTS. This time from the POV of Heinrich's younger brother, Ulrich, giving a new perspective on their family's story.

Warning for mentions of childhood abuse in the paragraph just below the cut.

Find more about the EOTS project on the tag!

***

Ulrich Richter didn't have a brother anymore. Sometimes, he wasn't really sure if he had ever had one at all.

The memories from his childhood were vague, sparse and dissonant, his young mind struggling to comprehend the two sides of his parents he somewhat saw?

How could the father that was so loving and played with him with such care sometimes sound so angry and struck at that other boy with such violent? How could the mother that was so kind and was loathe to deny her baby boy anything he wanted sometimes turn so vengeful and lock the boy in his room for days, screeching like a harpy she hoped he would finally die this time?

He saw that other boy so rarely he sometimes wondered if he even existed at all.

But then, again, who else could be that person that attacked those older boys that were picking on him? That fell from a tree with a smile because he had managed to grab the ball Ulrich had kicked there?

Perhaps an imaginary friend. A figment of his imagination.

Not much longer after Ulrich had been able to form such memories for himself, the older boy disappeared for good.

To the army? He thought he heard a neighbour comment one day. He had probably just gotten too old for imaginary friends.

Until some years later, the monster appeared.

It had sharp claws and fangs and eyes as red as the blood dripping down his hands and his chin, dried in his clothes and hair. Even if Ulrich had been able to forget the scenes from that night, he could never forget the sharp, nauseating smell of fresh and old blood.

It had played with his parents like they were prey, torturing and killing them slowly, relishing in their screams.

He had seen it all through a crack on the door separating the living and dining rooms. The noise had disturbed his sleep and he had gone to take a look, only to fall frozen, kneeling behind the door, forgetting even to breathe.

After the monster had finally thrown to the floor the rag dolls that had once been his parents, his eyes turned to him.

The house was dark, but Ulrich was sure it wasn't his imagination. The monster had looked right at him, features so similar but so different from his own staring into him for a long time. Then the monster had turned away and left.

Ulrich remembered his breath returning to him all at once then, and he screaming for ages until finally one of the neighbours showed up.

He knew what the monster was now. Vampire. One of those creatures from the neighbouring country.

But vampires that killed humans were hunted and killed either by a human king or their own. And one that had been on such a rampage like he had?

He should have been long gone.

But if that was so, then who was that person Ulrich was staring at on the other side of the ballroom?

Words passed by him in whispers, completely meaningless. "General", "Lord", "Envoy to the King".

The only thing he heard, was when the stranger bowed to their host and said:

"Heinrich Richter, at your service."

A lie, was the only thing he could think, that creature was in no one's service but himself.

A stream of dancers obscured his view for a moment, and then the creature was gone, nowhere to be found.

He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Those blue eyes, those features so similar but so unlike his own, untouched by the passage of time since that night.

How? Why? Why now?

Someone called his name, breaking the spell. He shook his head.

No, he must have been mistaken. It was but a memory, a ghost, a figment of his imagination.

Ulrich Richter didn't have a brother anymore. He wasn't really sure if he had ever had one at all.

[zoethehead]

Applying to my vampire

When the whumpee wakes up in bed after getting badly hurt, and they almost immediately try to get up, but the caretaker puts a hand on their shoulder and holds them down, telling them to take it easy and not move so much yet. The whumpee trying to insist that they’re fine and they can get up, only to realize that while they normally were much stronger than the caretaker, the caretaker was managing to easily hold them down, and that maybe they weren’t as alright as they thought.

[lesbivan]

glitternade…

[sondu]

[sannuiz]

Friend got me back into crk so obligatory cookie doodles 😔🫶

[annabelle--cane]

I'm in the literary studies section of my university library, reading vampire books you've never heard of

[cureares]

Vampire Au?

[gl0wf1shhhguy]

👀👀👀 can we see more vampire cookie ?

Quick little doodles

[luxmoogle]

ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔗𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔡 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔰 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔫𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯 ~ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

[mossolantern]

yeah ok

[nandawrites]

A/N: First time I managed to align time and energy to participate in the @flashfictionfridayofficial challenge and I hope I get to keep participating from now on!

Context for this piece: Heinrich got nearly fully decapitated on a battle, but Lucien would not let him die and nursed him and fed him his own blood to get him back to "health". Thankfully Lucien is basically god on Earth so it worked, to the abject horror of everyone else (specially Lexi).

Find more about the EOTS project on the tag!

***

That random encounter on the hallway to the king's chambers was fortuitous. Heinrich had been looking for a fight.

He watched Alexandra's face change from shock to disgust to a murderous rage.

"What are you, a damn cockroach?"

Heinrich sneered back at her. He had always thought his resilience was his best quality. No matter how many times his father beat him or how many days his mother starved him, he had always come back stronger and more filled with hate on the other side.

His strength had gotten him through a war and even an encounter with a vampire that had killed every single one of his comrades but himself. And now, it seemed that not even having his head practically ripped out from his torso could keep him down for long.

The moonlight reflected both off the new spidery scar around his neck and his fangs when he taunted her:

"Aww, did you miss me?"

Barely had her gotten her claws out, he had her pinned to the wall by the neck with only one had. This new strength he had been feeling under his skin ever since he had woken back up really was something else.

He smirked, and let her take in the new golden hue in his eyes - the same colour as Lucien's.

"Turns out your god won't let me die. He would pour all his blood down my throat before he let that happen. And we will both have to live with that."

He squeezed her throat until he heard the sweet sound of her gasp, then threw her aside on the floor like a rag doll.

Alive, unfortunately. Licien would not forgive him if he killed his dear "sister".

It was not enough. It was barely even entertaining. He needed more if he were to test his new strength.

If not even death could keep him, their enemies were about to experience a whole new level of hell.

[zoethehead]

New vk oc

I need help finding a name

[star-rinalina]

Part 2 of my vamp au! (kinda) Part 1 here

Really I just thought "Wait, since PV took the other half of smc's souljam wouldn't he kinda be more vampire? Also truthlesssage is peak so any excuse to doodle them

[lesbivan]

my beautiful eternal sugar…

[unluckyprime]

last nights doodles!!!! :-)