#dayfare lore stuff

[dayfaresthenight]

Oh I take no offense at all. I am not apart of your family or anything.

It’s really sad to see her like that.. She’s so distraught.. and lost.. It hurts to see such a brilliant girl be essentially used as a punching bag for most of her family..

They never really change for her.. they just sort of.. promise they will.. It’s a bit frustrating isn’t it?

-???

"Eh."

"They'll change eventually. I'm sure of it. I have faith in them. Radios changing, at least. I'm- not going to go off the deep end and make her deal with another adult acting like a child."

"They'll change. I'm sure of it."

Kriston

[dayfaresthenight]

Ones Patience Tested [IC]

TWs: Mental Breakdown, mild blood/gore

Day lifted his head back up. He was in his office. The same place he always ended back in whenever he was booted out of someone's domain.

...He stood up, and took a moment to stare into the abyss. Almost as if silently contemplating.

Then slowly but surely, he walked over to the mirror. One could assume as if he was in a completely and utterly different world. As if-

SMASH! He swung his fist into the glass, shattering it into tiny bits and pieces. His hand bled as the shards had cut it, yet he seemed to care little to none.

"Those.... STUPID fucking morons... They couldn't take the hint just this one time. And now, she's all on her own, unsupervised, in an awful state of mind... I hope they are happy, god knows what shes gonna do... Please, Daisy... Don't do anything stupid..."

"...God, I empathize with Zailyn so much... so... so much right now..."

He slumped to the ground, leaning against the desk. He held his head in his non-bleeding hand, silently contemplating what his next move would be.

//END//

[dayfaresthenight]

Aculia's Bio!!!

(TWs for disassociation, Substance abuse, suicide, and allusions, but no explicit mentions of NSFW topics.) Blue is Aculia, Black is Me.) (Currently Revamping)

Name: Aculia Bell

Alt Names: Jackie, Moriarty

Special Titles: The Grand Archmage, The Mage In The Tower, the Woman behind the curtain, the heroine of Archalia!

Username: TheHeroOfArchalia

Alters: Louis, Seline, Dorothy, #*@(#$

Nicknames: Jack, Moon, "That bitch.".

Chronological Age: 18 Physically. Timeloops have distorted her mind, lost track of the plot a whiles ago.

Age: 20 (I stopped aging when I finished the story!)

Pronouns: Any/All, IDC honestly!!! Lean more feminine though.

Sexuality: Pansexual

Gender: Genderfluid (Male Lean)

Species: 70% Deity, 20% Nymph (Cloud), 10% Demon (Lust)

Disorders: A lot. (Bipolar Depression, C-PTSD, Generalized Anxiety, Impostor Syndrome, Pathological Lying, Hypersexuality)

Physical Disabilities: None!!! (Chronic Pain in Right Arm, Poor Vision)

Active Addictions: Weed, Self Harm, Sex.

Religion: Daisyism!

Job: Cleric!

Major: Arcane Studies!

Lives in: My cool Bubble!

Languages: English, Angelic, Demonic, Feyish, uuuuuuh, a few ciphers… know I'm forgetting something… Oh yes, French!

Height: 5'2

Regular: Caucasian Human

Accent: Like one of those really loud annoying anime dub girl voices!!! (A somewhat soft English accent, when she isn't faking it.)

Powers: Astral Projection, Time Manipulation, Puppetering, Elemental Magic, Character Creation, Illusions, Alchemy… A few other things too, but why would I tell everything to you?

Weaknesses: None!!! I'm too strong!!! (Her old memories, warding seals, emotionally stable people.)

Weapons: None! (Because she stinks at physical combat.) (NO, I DON'T!!!!)

Wands: Uhhh, which do you need? I have a lot of them.

Alignment: Chaotic Good (formerly Lawful Good.)

Text Color: BLUE!!!

Main Hobbies: I like learning about new magic, puppeteering, traveling to new worlds, and alchemy! Sometimes I'll even dress up as NPCs in worlds and pretend to be a regular person.

Favorite Food: Donuts!

Favorite Flower: Daisys! (…)

Scent: Smells like Grapes! And maybe a little bit of Ash too…

Handedness: Right!

Blood Color: Red! Duuuh.

Awareness: Very Aware. (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: JUNE 21ST! Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Fact: Wears a Star Ring on her finger at all times, refuses to take it off. Also wears an Silver Ring with a greyish black gemstone that she equally refuses to depart with.

Special Interests: Magic, Chess, High Fantasy, Writing

Stims: jumping up in the air, screaming, twisting

Stimboard: Maaaaybe

Moodboard: ^

Fashion Board: ^ Comfort Objects: None! (Her Favorite Staff: Aculia.)

Family: Doesn't matter!!! They are all long gone anyway.

Friends: Doesn't matter!!!!

Romance: I like Daisy, and I like Are!!! And Alice!!! Maaaaybe one other person in the future too, although that's a plot twist for later!

Enemies: I think about 50% of the universe are my enemies right now. I dunno how I'm not dead yet, honestly.

Brief Personality:

[Reworking]

Brief Backstory:

Nope!

Aculia comes from a storybook called "Tales of Archalia," written by a man named Daniel Crane. It was a tale as old as time—The Evil Witch Jackelyn had captured the rulers of the world, planning on destroying it. She had to go through many different twists and challenges. Blah blah blah, you know the story by now.

With her and her three friends, she had ventured to the top of the tower and done it. They had bested the witch; they had saved the day! And so everyone lived happily forever after…

But, over time, Aculia began to become… bothered. She noticed things didn't change any more. The same people with the same routines, the same dialogue, and even the same patterns every day.

It started off small. Her being less polite to people or ignoring her party members coming to visit. This caused a change. Almost as if the world itself was forced to, people began to act differently. The pre-set patterns they had gone under altered. Finally, after weeks, something new…!

That was the key. She just had to try different things, and everything would be peachy! They'd get back to their grand old adventures, and she would stop being so… bored.

What turned into a few small stunts here or there quickly turned into bad habits—using Alchemy to create hard substances, indulging in the unspoken pleasures of life, and whatnot, and so forth. This sudden change in personality deeply worried her friends, who attempted to comfort her.

For some reason though, their words rang more… hollow than usual, though. She couldn't quite put why, but something just didn't feel right about this place anymore. It felt too happy, too colorful—too cheerful. So... Fake...?

...

"Aculia, look—I know you don't want to talk right now, but… we were really worried about you. #u*#$ Said he found you passed out at the tavern the other day."

"Yeah!!! I don't know what's gotten into you recently, but knock it off. Your really freaking us out!!!"

"If something is troubling your heart, please tell us. We are always here for you."

"Please… were really… really scared… talk to us… please talk to us."

"I said I don't want to talk."

"Aculia, please-"

She-

"I SAID, I DON'T WANT TO TALK!!!"

…I ran away after that. My mind was in such a haze that I didn't know what to do. I hadn't known what to do for months now. It was just always the same until I did something bad, then it would change again.

I stumbled towards the old tower and began to walk around it. It was empty, empty as always. All that remained was the witch's old staff. I picked it up and examined it…

A scroll compartment??? I wonder what she kept in it.

i- no- i- this has to be a lie. but, its- how would she know that info about me- why is it all just there... nonono please

please

she couldn't of been- no she couldn't of been telling the truth

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! I REFUSE I REFUSE I RE-

That's when I realized. No wonder it all felt fake. Because it was fake! Everything around me was always fake. It was just someone's writing, and that person had left me to rot at a dead end. No actual conclusion or anything; nothing for me to go forward to. Just… THE END! He left me to ROT!!!!

Well, you thought I was going to take that one lying down? Nope! Nope, NOPE! I didn't! I broke out of that prison, and all it cost me was everyone I ever cared about. A small price to pay. That witch was right in the end; I did need to destroy the world to be free!

And when I finally got out, I discovered something incredible!!! So many worlds, so many people to help liberate. So many are doomed to their fixed fates in the narrative. I knew that I could help them—if I just took the strings and pulled them in their favor, things would change!

As long as I keep on trying to make things change, one day I'll feel happy! I mean, I'm already happy, but one day, I'll

I'll- YEAH! Anyways, eventually, I found the guy who had left me to rot. I gave him a book that let him see the truth, and then proceeded to trap him in it. He thinks he's free, but I'm the one in control for once!

Thats right, I won! I have all the cards in my hands! ME! I am the one on the stage! I'm not lonely! I'm happy! I'm GREAT! I'm fantastic! I'm-

I-

Why do I still feel so empty…?

And so she drifts throughout the universe, searching for more people to "free." But in the end, is freedom really worth it when there is nothing to enjoy?

I suppose that is a question for you to ask yourself, dear reader.

[dayfaresthenight]

A brief conversation [Present]

[Black - Day] [Red - HIM] "...Don't you think that was a bit... far? He just trying his best-"

"Worthless. A creature who cannot even admit he is logically wrong when proven so is worthless. A puppetmaster, he fancies himself? Nothing close."

"You didn't have to be a dick about it."

"It got a reaction out of him, and thus entertainment."

"...You know he's going to beat on Daisy, Right? That's the first thing he'll do."

"..." He briefly paused at that, realizing his blunder.

"I... Will prevent that, if need be. Do not fret."

"...Argh. This really didn't go well."

[dayfaresthenight]

Name: "Dayfare"

Alt Names: "Kriston"

Special Titles: Watson, The Hunter Of The East Block, The One Who Killed us All

Username: DAYFARE

Nicknames: Day, Kriston, Krissy, Watson.

Chronological Age: 29

Age: I stopped count around the fifth cycle....

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Cis Male

Species: Human [70%] Feline [30%] (When will you tell them the truth? We know that isn't accurate.)

Disorders: PTSD, Survivors guilt, OCD, Impostor Syndrome

Religion: Daisyism (Does he really believe in it, or is he just pitying her?)

Job: Paranormal Investigator

Lives in: His office, in the middle of nowhere. (Its all that remains.)

Languages: Fayish, Demonic, English, Angelic, Japanese.

Height: 5'7 (6'3 :)

Race: White Feline-Humanoid

Ethnicity: Alceian (Thats his homeworld!!! :D)

Accent: A soft but still noticeable English dialect.

Powers: Universal Travel, Glitching, Wormhole creation, Electricity Magic, Illusions, Teleportation

Weaknesses: Loud Noises, Firearms, Fire.

Weapons: Alexendra [ Katana] Themis [Enchanted Katana]

Alignment: Neutral Good (Are you sure about that...? After what you did?)

Text Color: Red.

Main Animal: Cats.

Main Hobbies: Reading Mystery Novella, Puzzles, Writing.

Favorite Food: Cinnamon Rolls.

Favorite Flower: Daisy.

Scent: Rose Scented Candles.

Handedness: Left-Handed.

Blood Color: Red.

Awareness: Non-Aware. [Fully Aware. Effect: : )]

Birthday: February 10th

Theme:

Fun Facts: He tends to almost always land on his feet!

Special Interests: Detecitve NOvella.

Stims: Jumping up and down, scratching.

Stimboard: Maybe

Moodboard: Maybe

Fashion Board: Maybe

Comfort Objects: His hoodie, his mask. (Destoryed)

Family: ...

Friends: ...

Romance: Never had any.

Enemies: Ozymandias (One day, you will understand the true meaning of that poem.)

Patrons: Ozymandias (Techincally).

Brief Personality: [To be Added]

Brief Backstory: Dayfare came from a world where the supernatural thrived, normalcy becoming a long-faded concept. People were the playtoys of powers they couldn't understand, and not a day went by when the powers that be made the world he lived in a living hell. He felt lost, hopeless-

Until he met "H." H was different from the rest- from his tall, dark green coat, to his eccentric mannerisms. Something struck him as awe-inspiring about the detective that appeared before him. After some chatting, one sentence was uttered that changed his world.

"My good fellow, would you like to go on an adventure together?"

They had made it their mission to rid the world of the being that tormented the common folk- to protect those who suffered under the affairs of idle gods. From Wendigos and werewolves to Majin and beasts. They had spent many a day traveling, but... All good things can't last forever.

"Kriston, my dearest friend. I had pondered.... a thought."

"A thought, H?"

"We are fighting a war with infinite soldiers. A neverending bloodbath where both the innocent and guilty fall. Perhaps... it is time."

"It is time to be rid of the puppeteers, once and for all." ..I wish we never went to that fucking temple.

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[dayfaresthenight]

A Lesson Learnt [In-Character]

(TWs: Gore, Body Horror, Implied SA)

One of the first lessons I learned with my dear friend was simple: not to assume without knowing all the facts beforehand.

We were on the trail of what we suspected to be a vampire count. A rather typical job for us—vampires were practically as common as us. However, this was no ordinary case.

We had received reports of various victims—often female and lured by promises of staying the night—being found clothless and drained of all their blood. The paleness of their flesh… disturbed me, to say the least, and the two puncture marks on the next left little to no doubt.

Yet, my partner stared down at the markings with a somewhat baffled look.

"Is something the matter, H?" I asked my dear friend, wondering if he had been equally perturbed by the gruesome sight before us. Yet, almost like that concern had been lost to the winds, he snapped into place.

"The depth of the puncture marks; they do not pierce into any major arteries. This is similar to the past two cases we had received in the morgue."

"But—that's impossible! She's completely drained of blood," I said with a look of befuddlement. This was exactly as it read in the manuals; how could it NOT be a vampire?"

"I do have a theory. Give me my surgical kit, Kriston."

I had carried the kit with myself in case of a medical emergency—or, in the more likely event, something like this. H had an… well, to be frank, rather Macabre obsession with examining those of the deceased. It felt a bit… dehumanizing, in a way, that he treated what once was a living person like just another puzzle to be solved.

I knew he met well, though.

"…Ahaha!" He shouted out, pointing his finger towards the aorta. If it had not been the sound of the bonesaw that broke my pondering, it was his everpresent eccentricity. "Do you see that, Kriston?"

"…Its… Enlarged?"

He was right. The aorta was severely enlarged, looking as if it were on the verge of bursting. Could this have been the true cause of death—uld you have even known to check here, H?"an abnormality within the heart itself? "How could you have even known to check here, H?"

"It is elementary! If this is what I believe it to be, the most effective nesting area would be the heart of a victim. From there, it could feast upon the bodily fluids of the victim, likely using it as sustenance until it could develop fully."

As he had made a clean incision into the lump, my eyes widened as I saw what appeared to be… a small, black worm-like creature latched onto the woman's once-beating organ. It looked to be within its final stages of development, nearly the size of my palm.

"Dear god! That was what was growing inside this poor girl?" I shouted out, which appeared to alert the creature. As it unlatched, about to pounce

My dear friend swooped it up into a vacuum-sealed jar, closing it shut.

"Shall we get back to the lab?" The way he nonchalantly stared at the beast alien to me was quite offsetting. How could he be so calm to a creature that had done something so wretched? As it banged and scratched against the glass with its teeth, I couldn't help but shiver.

"Alright, lets get going." As I walked away with him though, I heard a bellowing scream from behind us. Right as I turned to face where the woman once stood—

BANG!

The woman fell to the ground once again, her head leaking a black, unholy fluid. H had drawn his gun at breakneck speed and even more swiftly pulled the trigger.

"Hrm. So the bite mark served to inject a pair of twins after all." As he stared at the now mangled head of what once was a bright and young soul, he said but one other thing-

"That, My Dear Kriston, is why we do not assume."

//END OF PT 1//

[dayfaresthenight]

Forged in the Flames [Part 2]

TWs: Moderate Gore, general spooky eldritch horror stuff:

"This should be the place, Kriston."

"Are you certain, H? It seems rather... Damp, and run down."

We had made it to the old water filtration plant. It hadn't been active for around a decade, replaced by the much fancier and "hi-tech" water treatment plant made by the Asmond Corporation. Despite my reservations, though, my dear friend insisted:

"If we are to trace the cases we have seen so far, it is but elementary to assume that they come from this central location. Surely, if a theoretical hivemother exists, it shall rest here. Do hand me that Crowbar, if you shall?"

A sense of looming dread came over me as I handed him the instrument. The previous creature we had contained had been so... vile and wretched. What would the beast at its apex look like if that was merely the larva? Perhaps it would be wise to just call it in and leave the case to those far more well-prepared than ourselves.

CLICK!

...Too late. He was already inside.

"H, wait for me!!!" As we entered the complex, it seemed as if he had been wrong. The place looked to be about as one would expect—the machinery long since stopped and the two giant filtration tanks sitting sealed and untouched.

"See? There's nothing here. I told you that it must've been the new place that it got into."

"Hrm... perhaps you are correct. But, to be certain..." He took out his walking cane and tapped on the leftmost filtration unit. A hollow clang echoed out, indicating it was empty. Walking over, he did the same for the rightmost one—yet... no such noise was made...?

'What... is Water still doing in this place?"

"Not water, my dear friend. Thousands of them, all sealed off in that container—getting in through the pipes. The Hivemother in question is likely somewhere amongst that cluster."

"And... you theorize killing off this... hivemother will stop it?"

"Like an Ant Queen, they appear to communicate through pheromones and a traditional monarchial system akin to an ant. As for how I intend to solve it... Why, that's simple!"

When he took the match out, a very small part of me died inside.

"We can't just burn down this entire place! Have you've gone mad?!"

"HA! You thought I was going to become an arsonist so soon?" He couldn't help but toy with the matchbox, borderline hauntingly. However, he reassured me as he moved it up to what appeared to be some kind of ignition lighter.

"This is what I intend to say. From my studies, the creatures respond rather poorly to boiling temperatures, and they should as such be melted away within the flames."

"And if that doesn't work?"

"Hrm... we'll figure that out when we get there." He flicked the match to life with a swift motion of the wrist across the matchbox before using it to whirl the machine to life.

Mtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttw sjw lwuhicw sjw lwuhicw sjw lwuhicw sjw lwuhicw mmmhrmnwkeewktdbw" came bubbling out of the chamber as a terrible, inhuman SCREECH came from it. If a demon would have a voice, this surely would be it!

Soon enough, the top of the container was kicked off, and a terrible beast emerged from it. It appeared to look vaguely humanoid in features, with two arms, a chest, and an oval head. However, its form appeared to be more that of a gel, and its legs were replaced by a singular, long tail-like appendage protruding out of its back.

I couldn't help but to immediately lose my cool as I let out an admittingly embarrassing and shrill screech of terror, leaping back as the creature jumped down. This was still only my first year, so sights like this... unsettled me.

Immediately, the two of us began to both draw our weapons, shooting at the boiling beast as it thrashed and charged towards us. Each BANG echoed throughout the old facility, yet the beast seemed to be barely affected by our weaponry.

However, my friend did something that, to this day, I thought was foolish—but... impressive. He leaped in front of the still-boiling tank and yelled, "COME AT ME, HELLBEAST!"

As it leaped towards him for what would've been surely a lethal blow, he leaped out of the way, causing the monster to crash directly into the tank, causing the very floor to rumble.

As the both of us got to our feet and breathed heavily, we watched as the contents of the tank—a mixture of bone, a blackish substance, and the boiling water—all collapsed onto the creature.

As the beast gurgled and gagged, it desperately tried to desperately put itself out. It was a terrifying and ghastly sight, as... I suppose the human in me simply could not stand seeing another creature suffer.

Yet its movements slowed, and soon enough... it stood still in the water.

"..."

"..."

As the two of us breathlessly stared at the now-deceased monstrosity that had once desired but to only slay us, we couldn't help but to just begin... laughing. Perhaps it was the insanity claiming us, or just the sheer absurdity of the creature's plan. However, we laughed, and we laughed until finally I said:

"So, guess we're not doing the sushi place tonight?"

"Haaa... I'm afraid not, Kriston. I'm afraid not."

//END OF PT 2//

[dayfaresthenight]

Ozymandias,

How are you feeling?

- ???

"i am fine. What do you need, traveller?"

Ozymandias

[dayfaresthenight]

Alias? Nahash is actually my name. I am not going by an alias or anything.

I apologize if I’m coming across as like.. creepy? I do genuinely just hang around often.

I genuinely am just here to ask you how you are and lend a shoulder.

-Nahash.

"I just have never seen you around at the house before. I am always observing everyone around me, but I have never seen anyone with the name "Nahash" anywhere. Also, some of those things- I have never- even told anyone inside of the house itself."

"How... do you know? Like, do you have an username or handle or whatever I can identify you by?"

Kriston

[dayfaresthenight]

Hey..

It’s okay..

It’s just the two of us here.. you don’t need to worry about not losing your composure.

I won’t judge you or like, blow up at you even if you say something I disagree with..

I think.. you have the patience of a saint with how you deal with all of them..

I don’t even know how Daisy deals with them..

- Nahash.

"Who... Who are you really? I know you can't just be some kind of random passerby. I'm a detective, I'm not that dumb. You know exactly everyone's history- their problems, what they are actually thinking... I don't even come around often, and yet you know exactly what is troubling me."

"Drop the alias. I'm not... that dumb... i think."

"...i don't know either, i don't know either."

Kriston

[dayfaresthenight]

Oh to be honest, I don’t really interact with you all. I find it a bit rude to interrupt you all.

You don’t need to.. carry all the worry by yourself.. yknow..

They really do.. live in their own world.. don’t they? All of them have.. a sort of agenda..? That might be a bit of a rude way to describe it but..

Wonderland is shattered. The lie is over and they all just.. sort of.. don’t want to admit it..

Or if they do. They go in the complete opposite direction and start being aggressive with the child..

It’s sad that all the adults in her life seem to act like big children.

-Nahash.

"...Wonderland.... Ended a whiles ago when Radio died, yeah. I think it can be reborn, but they just are all... clutching onto it, still holding onto the meticulously crafted fake personas they put up. I... I fucking hate how fake they all a-"

He seems to catch himself on his words.

"Ahem, apologies. I did not mean to lose my composure. It does seem like they all have their own little stories and agendas. They claim she is their top priority, but they seem to have a lot more top piroritiys then just her. They all carry in a... mountain of baggage, and guess who has to drag it up to their hotel room? Her."

"They blame her for everything. They really do just... act like people who never grew up. Might as well call us Neverland instead of the house, hehe..."

[dayfaresthenight]

Oh apologies! My name is Nahash, it’s nice to meet you.

I am a frequent visitor of the house. I just tend to not bother the people. I like to stay on the sidelines for the most part.

And I know.. That’s what makes it so aggravating to me. She has such a big heart that she lets just.. anyone in.. and then she gets herself hurt..

It isn’t her fault.. A child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.. but.. god.. sometimes I wish we could do something yknow?

I’m scared that they won’t change until it’s too late..

- Nahash.

"Frequent Visitor? I don't recall anyone of that name ever coming around here."

"And-its fine. I already have everything handled. You.... don't need to worry about anything. I'm trying my best."

"...I know. They don't seem to ever change until someone hits them over the head with a brick, or some random person they barely know gives them a reason you suck speech."

"I think its less- that they don't change that pisses me off, and that they change for any other reason but her. They never listen to her, they treat her like a clueless kid... It just feels like sometimes they are trying to live their own lost lives and happiness through her own, regardless of her happiness."

Dayfare

[dayfaresthenight]

….

Will they though?

I don’t- mean that in a rude way of course. They’re all just broken people. But.. it worries me that.. she can’t get them to change..

She can be crying and begging them to change.. and they ignore her pleas for help.. it’s.. honestly a bit maddening.

She loves them so deeply.. but have any of them ever really showed the same love back?

They claim to love her and I think they do love her. But not enough to change for her. Not enough to be better for her..

Truly It.. pains me.. deeply.. no child should have to go through that..

- ???

"I-"

"Who are you? You aren't just some normal passerby. You know way too much. A name or alias at the very least would be.... helpful..."

"...And what... can I do about it? I can't really do anything. She cares too much about them. The most I can do is to support her, help boost her up, and defend her and help be an stable adult in her life. I- they'll change. Most of them are getting help."

Dayfare

[dayfaresthenight]

Sometimes when Day is making tea, he accidentally sets a second plate out.

[dayfaresthenight]

It should be noted though that despite the puppeteer's godly powers, he is limited outside of his stories. Despite that though, it is best not to underestimate a man who has the arcane practically under his fingertip.

[dayfaresthenight]

Name: Ozymandias

Alt Names: David Crane

Special Titles: The King of Sand and Ash.

Username: TheKingOfSandAndAsh

Nicknames: Ozy, Dad, The King Of Lies

Chronological Age: ???

Age: 42

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Demisexual

Gender: Cis Male

Species: Deity (90%), Human (5%) Spirit (5%)

Disorders: Schizophrenia, Impostor Syndrome, Pathological Lying, Intermittent Explosive Disorder

Religion: Is a god. Kind of.... follows himself.

Job: Theater Director, Writer.

Lives in: Nowhere in particular, earnestly just traveling around.

Languages: American-English, Various Ciphers, Dutch.

Height: 6'2

Race: (Covered by Helmet)

Ethnicity: (Covered by Helmet)

Accent: Thick, Dark, commanding, similar to a military Commander.

Spirit Level: Denial

Powers: Strings, World Creation, Fire Magic, Shapeshifting, Illusions, Cursing, Mind Reading, Mind Control.

Weaknesses: Redacted by Crane. (This, is the one thing I will intervene on.)

Weapons: Midas (Long Greatsword)

Robotics/Augments: TRUESIGHT Eyes (Able to let him see significantly further than the normal person, and be able to see in the dark.) Strength-Enhanced Arms and Legs.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Text Color: Orange

Main Hobbies: Writing, Directing, Acting.

Favorite Food: Ribs.

Favorite Flower: Sunflowers.

Scent: Like an old book.

Handedness: Right-Handed.

Blood Color: Red.

Awareness: Somewhat Aware. [Effect: Neutral]

Birthday: June 27th.

Theme:

Playlist: N/A, For now.

Fun Facts: Him and his brother used to write stories all the time together as children. Its been a passion his entire life.

Special Interests: Classical Theater, Mythology.

Stims: Foot Tapping, Pacing.

Comfort Objects: None.

Family:

Daniel Crane (Brother) ...

Alicia Gates (Ex-Wife) I don't blame her.

Are Yoru (Adopted Daugther) I... I feel quite strange emotions regarding her. She is but a child needing protection.

Friends: None.

Romance: None, Currently.

Enemies: Kriston (A man that scares even myself.)

Brief Personality

Backstory: "Have you ever wanted to write a story before?

I did, once upon a time. Many drafts, many attempts. Yet none of them ever sparkled. Each and every time, I felt as if something wasmissing from them. They felt flat, bland, and uninteresting.

That is- until the day I found that book.

Do not ask me where it came from or how it truly works—that is something I am uncertain of. However, when I made contact with it... I awoke in a blank, white void. I was confused at first and frankly horrified. Would I ever be able to return to the mortal coil? Was I dead? Is this what the afterlife is like...? As the certainty of the situation began to set in, I screamed out of frustration, "LET ME OUT OF THIS GOD-FORSAKEN PLACE!" Then, right before me, a door appeared. It was almost as if genuine, true magic had occurred in front of my very eyes. Walking forth, I pressed my hand on the door... And I was back in my study.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------Weeks turned into months, and it grew into an obsession. Whatever I wished for became true within that void. My stories finally had color to them—my MASTERPIECES finally had that spark that they were missing. It all made sense. I was not a poor creative; I was merely missing my final piece! I was merely missing the light that had begun the universe.

Finally, I was able to see my puppets perform for me personally. Nothing else mattered, as the world was my stage now, and there is nothing else that mattered.

There's nothing else that ever truly mattered."

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