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Commission by the lovely Lilaira herself! I would be remiss not to share this as well!

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Completed commission from the very talented bayporwave! Please go check out their stuff!

A scene from Chapter 2! I will definitely be commissioning more of these for other chapters!

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Still working on Chapter 3 but here's the official playlist of Elaine and Jackal!

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Elain, Jackal, Erebus

1. Age, Birthday, Star Sign

5. Height and Body type

6. Headcanon VA

Elaine: 1. 32, February 24th, Pisces 5. 5'4", Lean and muscular 6. Winona Ryder https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyWlpugIkMc

Jackal: 1. 28, March 3rd, Pisces 5. 8', Lean 6. Dan Vasc https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9mdp6R6JNw

Erebus: 1. 398, October 31st, Scorpio 5. 8', Spindly 6. Jonathan Sims https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkOkAsGCLIY

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For Erebus

34. What’s their room look like right now?

Ho god do you really wanna know? Okaaaay...

Erebus's room is more of an underground cavern. There's skulk pretty much everywhere, but aside from that there's very alien looking structures made from obsidian and amethyst, as well as trinkets made from ender pearls. He's obsessed with eating other mobs, so there's bones and hides everywhere that are made into various bits of furnishings, and there's even a mummified enderman in one corner that he uses as a conversational partner.

Erebus is very messed up. That boy ain't right.

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reblog if you’re 25+ and still roleplay; or if you believe older muns have a place in the rpc and shouldn’t be told to give it up when they turn 30. 

i received this anon & i just want to make a point. 

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Pretty much spent all night fiddling with inkarnate to make this map of the world the story takes place in! There might be a point where the pair venture to the mainland but for now, the story will be contained to Sterling Shallows.

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(Art by Happycyn!)

"I beg your finest pardon!? You dare set foot on my island and attack my human? If you don't turn around and leave, the water surrounding this place will be the least of your worries..."

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writing fan fiction about minecraft mobs is kinda cringe fyi

I'm aware Just don't care

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For Jackal

39. Your character walks into a cafe. What do they order?

Jackal would order a lavender infused London Fog. He likes floral drinks! ACTUALLY on that note, he did learn how to brew floral teas and is able to distill a sort of rose infused drink with very small bits of redstone for a floral buzz.

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Elain, Jackal, Erebus

1. Age, Birthday, Star Sign

5. Height and Body type

6. Headcanon VA

Elaine: 1. 32, February 24th, Pisces 5. 5'4", Lean and muscular 6. Winona Ryder https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyWlpugIkMc

Jackal: 1. 28, March 3rd, Pisces 5. 8', Lean 6. Dan Vasc https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9mdp6R6JNw

Erebus: 1. 398, October 31st, Scorpio 5. 8', Spindly 6. Jonathan Sims https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkOkAsGCLIY

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He paused a moment, a twang of loneliness running through him. Then, he cracked a weak smile, laughing along with Ann in an attempt to hide those feelings. "I suppose nothing gets past you, does it?" He rubbed the back of his head ruefully. "Well, I'll have you know that I do have the birds to keep me company, and I found..." He trailed off, realizing that perhaps flippantly talking about his island guest might not be the wisest decision, especially not to a phantom.

"S-salvage. Salvage from a shipreck. So, I have plenty to see, haha! So, what brings you out here, good sir?"

Hello…friend.

Jackal flinched, spinning around to face Annoyance. "Stars above you startled me!" He paused, squinting up at the phantom with a healthy amount of suspicion and perhaps an unhealthy amount of curiosity. "Pardon me, I didn't mean to be rude. I don't usually see phantoms this far from the mainland. Hello."

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Hello…friend.

Jackal flinched, spinning around to face Annoyance. "Stars above you startled me!" He paused, squinting up at the phantom with a healthy amount of suspicion and perhaps an unhealthy amount of curiosity. "Pardon me, I didn't mean to be rude. I don't usually see phantoms this far from the mainland. Hello."

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dont endermen supposed to hate humans?

"Why yes, from what I've managed to discern from my research my kind do seem to have a natural aversion to their gaze. It would seem I also carry this reaction, though I don't feel as strong a killing instinct as it seems others do. I'm more frightened than anything, and more to the point the presence of this human doesn't threaten me. It's simply not fair to harm someone who has already suffered. I would rather gather information from others of my kind before I decide what to do about her on my island."

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The extremely detailed OC ask meme

Send me a number and an OC and I’ll answer!

The Basics

1. Age, Birthday, Star Sign

2. Gender Identity

3. Orientation and Relationship status (single, taken (by who?), crush (on who?))

4. Race and Ethnicity

5. Height and Body type

6. Headcanon VA

7. Occupation

8. Weapon of Choice(?)

9. Hometown and current residence

10. Do they have any markings, piercings or scars?

11. Do they have any notable features, like horns, tails, or so on?

12. Own any pets?

13. Have any kids?

14. Can they cook? Can they bake?

15. Can they sing? Can they dance?

16. Can they drive?

17 Can they fight?

18. Have any special keepsakes?

Interests

19. Hobbies

20. Clothing/Aesthetic

21. Fave food(s) and drink(s)

22. Fave Color

23. Fave Genre

24. Fave Season

25. City or Country?

26. Guilty Pleasure

Storytime

27. What’s their family like? Who’s in it? What’s their relationship with them?

28. Are they literate? Did they go to school? How long? What level?

29. What was childhood like?

30. What was adolescence like?

31. What’s their current main conflict?

32. What steps have they taken to overcome this conflict?

33. How have they changed over time?

For Fun

34. What’s their room look like right now?

35. What are they like as a friend?

36. What are they like as a partner?

37. Do they have any phobias?

38. Did/do they go anywhere special for vacations?

39. Your character walks into a cafe. What do they order?

40. What time do they go to bed, usually?

41. What’s their morning routine like?

42. What’s the dumbest thing your character’s done?

43. What pokemon would your character be (if they’re already a pokemon/gijinka tell us what they are, and how that’s affected them)?

44. What’s their pokemon team? Try to pick all 6.

45. Theme song (and a playlist if you’ve got it!)

46. If this character was in a musical, what would their motif be (what kind of instruments do you hear, what’s the tempo, ect).

The Deep Lore™

47. What was this character’s biggest turning point in their life, something that changed them almost completely?

48. What was their lowest point? What was their highest point?

49. What are some themes tied to your character’s story?

50. What are some motifs associated with your character?

51. What were some inspirations for your character (people, movies, games)?

52. How are you and your character the same? How are you different?

53. Expectations vs Reality: what did you expect and what did you get with this character?

54. What does your character want, and what do they need?

55. What’s your character’s core trait? What’s their best trait? What’s their worst trait? When happens when these all interact with each other?

56. What’s your overall goal with this character? Will they get a happy ending or will they succumb to their faults?

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Chapter 2

Aberration. Variant. Those were the words that were often used to describe what Jackal was. After all, his features weren’t normal for an Enderman. Not the horns on his head nor the thin, bony tail that waved behind him as he walked. Not that it changed the way he saw himself, and others seemed more curious than anything. Still, he had no idea where he came from. As far as he could remember, he’d always resided on the small island he called home for 28 years.

Though he was able to visit the mainland with a little effort, Jackal preferred the solitude of his small library home, the long abandoned structure providing both shelter and a small cache of books for him to ponder over. Most of his knowledge of the world had come from the hand-written pages, showing him firsthand accounts of biomes far beyond his own and of the other mobs that lived within them. He was intrigued by the knowledge within the pages, but what held his fascination the most were the hands that wrote them.

Humans may as well have been mythical as far as his experience had told him. Never once had he seen one set foot on the island, and only ever caught glimpses of ships in the distance traveling between the mainland and distant shores beyond the horizon. Though he often thought of getting closer, he kept his distance. Something deep within told him that it was forbidden. An unwritten rule that their kind could never look upon his.

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Morning started as it always did, bringing with it a thick fog that blanketed the island. Jackal carefully ducked out of his tiny library home and took a deep breath, enjoying the cool sea air. Even though a crisp frost bit his flesh as he stepped onto the overgrown ground, he felt at peace. A brisk walk would chase away the cold soon enough, so he stretched his long limbs out and began striding through the small forest. Sunbeams broke through the canopy overhead and made the frosty trees around him sparkle.

This was his paradise, lonely as it was. He found himself lost in thought as he strode between the trees, wondering what it would be like to have a companion. Even a small one would be nice. A fox or a rabbit, maybe? He could care for it, and talk to it about his research. How lovely that would be. Sadly, though, there were no animals on the island. Some birds, perhaps, but nothing else.

Jackal sighed, shaking himself out of his thoughts as he paused by a cave on the far side of the small grove. Running a hand over the smooth walls, he smiled at the scratched drawings along them. He’d made them when he first spawned in, using the images to try to make sense of the world around him. Trees, birds, an island, and other endermen decorated the walls along with a starry sky that fascinated him. Nowadays, his sketches were far more intricate and detailed. They decorated his journal between long passages of observations that he’d made along his travels.

He paused at the weather worn camp he’d made in the center of the cave long ago, sitting down on a log by the old fire pit. With a deep sigh, he leaned back to look up at the ceiling wistfully. Loneliness always settled in around this time of morning, but he had a way of alleviating it.

“Hello, old friend.” He called out to nobody in particular.

“Hello, old friend.” His voice echoed back at him. He often liked to pretend it was the voice of an unseen mob chatting with him. He enjoyed the activity greatly, and even often imagined having full conversations.

“Beautiful weather this morning, isn’t it?” He’d remark.

“Beautiful weather.” The voice would echo back.

“I believe I saw a butterfly, spring must be around the corner.” He said.

“Butterfly. Spring must around the corner?” The voice repeated.

“Yes. In fact, I may take a walk down to the beach today and see if the birds have started returning.” He mused.

“The birds have started returning.” The voice replied.

“You think so?” Jackal smiled softly to himself.

“Think so.” The voice said matter-of-factually.

Jackal nodded to himself, a bittersweet smile flitting along his lips. He knew full well nobody was there, but all the same it was nice to talk to anyone, anything.

“I’ll be off then. Goodbye, friend.” He called one last time.

“Goodbye, friend.” The voice called back, higher pitched than usual.

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Water thrashed against the sandy beach as Jackal stepped out onto the soft yellow sand that glittered with frost. Last night’s storm really had been something else. So much had washed ashore from what he could see. Plenty of driftwood and ocean vegetation littered the shoreline as he walked along just out of reach of the waters. A seagull’s squawk caught his attention, making him turn his head up towards the sky with a neutral smile. He wasn’t fond of these birds, but their company was just as welcome as any other bird.

He watched several pass overhead, drawing his attention further down the shoreline where they seemed to be gathering and pecking at something. Odd, did another squid wash up? It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened, but it never drew this many seagulls at once. Curiosity compelled him to teleport closer, scaring the flock away from the poor soul they had been accosting.

Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t a squid. The thing was covered head to toe in seaweed and ice, making its appearance hard to discern. What he could tell was that it’s body shape was like his, albeit much more stunted and short. Leaning down, he began wiping the debris away. The more he cleared, the more he began to realize that this was something he’d only ever seen from a long distance, a human!

He stepped back in alarm, almost as though he expected this little creature to come alive and attack. When it didn’t, he stepped forward again carefully. With a gentle push, he turned the human over and began to study it’s features. A female, from what he could tell, and quite pale from hypothermia. He leaned forward, listening. When he heard breathing, he felt his anxiety growing once again.

She needed warmth or she would die, that much was sure. Carefully, he lifted her into her arms and quickly carried her back up the beach towards the forest. As he quickly strode through the treeline, he could feel her heart beat against his chest. It was slow, but a good sign.

"What do I do? What do I do?"

At first he stepped in the direction of the library, but abruptly stopped. No, not there. Not his sanctuary, the one space more sacred to him than anything else. He doubled back and began to walk towards the cave. She could stay there, it was dry and warm enough, and it’d be easy to keep an eye on her from afar. He still had no idea what he was dealing with and just looking at her face made his skin crawl instinctively.

Upon reaching the campsite within the cave, he carefully laid her down on an old pile of wool. Then with a strike of flint and steel, he lit a campfire. He fed the blaze with the wood he kept in an old chest, until it burned bright and warm. A gentle stirring startled him, and he turned to see the human shift in her bed. Filled with dread, he teleported as far away from the site as he could before running the rest of the way to the far edge of the island. He knew he had no idea what he was dealing with. He’d need help, or at the very least he’d need advice.

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((Apologies for the false start, I'm prepping for a big move! Once i'm settled into my new apartment I'll be able to bust out that chapter. Prommy!))