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I LIVE

     I have D&D today tho, so I might not be as active on here. I might also be on @lostshadowfell, @feyheld, or @oathlost because those are the characters I’m mainly using in my campaign rn.

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                    ❝ This is the most fun I’ve had since like- shit since like before I died. Holy shit. 10/10 who knew fucking with adventurers was so fun. No wonder so many more monsters do it. ❞

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knowsmagic:

               “I’M    NOT    A    LIAR!    There    are    only   TWO   other    people   who    I–     YOU    DID    LAUGH!    YOU   DID,   I    HEARD    IT!”         She’s    exasperated    by   accusations.    Shoulders    slumped,   talking    to    this    guy    is    clearly    USELESS     and   not    worth   her    time.             “I’m   not     gonna    crash    your     STUPID    PARTY.    And    for   your    information,    only    ONE    OF    THEM    is    a    goody   two-shoes,    and    the    other    will    ALREADY    be   drunk,    so!    HA!”            An    accusing    finger    pointed    at    the    poltergeist.

                    ❝ Maybe I should invite him. He sounds like a hell of a lot more fun to be around than you. All you do is yell and accuse me of shit I didn’t do. ❞       A playful huff, and a shrug accompanied his comment.        ❝ And the party isn’t stupid. You’re stupid. There’s a difference. ❞

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          oh.  diath  hadn’t  expected  the  dagger  to  wedge  into  the  ghost ; he  expected  it  to  cut  straight  through  him  instead. but,  if  a  dagger  could  land,  there  was  still  a  chance  at  taking  down  the  ghost  completely,  even  if  it  was  only  temporary.  he  would  GLADLY  take  a  temporary  death  over  nothing.

         however,  he  was  drawn  from  his  thoughts,  instinctively  stepping  back  into  a  defensive  stance  as  his  dagger  struck  the  ground  infront  of  him.  tense  muscles  seemed  to  relax  for  a  beat,  a  glint  of  confusion  in  his  eyes  as  he  glanced  back  up  at  the  ghost.  there  was  no  attempt  at  an  attack  despite  him  throwing  a  dagger.  why ?  slowly,  he  knelt  down,  grasping  the  hilt  of  the  blade  tightly  to  return  it  to  his  side.  perhaps  he  didn’t  NEED  weapons  to  take  care  of  the  poltergeist.

❛  you’re  NOT  a  someone,  ❜  words  were  sharp,  daring  to  take  a  step  forward.  diath  wasn’t  about  to  act  friendly          not  to  a  monster  who  was  hunting  his  family.  he  would  GLADLY  reveal  true  colors  &  return  the  favor,  turning  the  hunter  into  the  hunted  if  it  came  down  to  it.  he  would  not  tolerate  ANY  slander  thrown  towards  those  he  held  dearest.  ❛  watch  your  tongue  around  them.  know  who  you’re  speaking  to,  you  ungrateful  leech.  ❜

                       A slow tilt of his head to the side as he took a step forward, the monster only grinned at the human. Crossing his arms, and tapping a finger on his chin, he acted as if he were deep in thought. If he was going to be caught, he wasn’t going to show regret, or surprise. Own up to what he had caused, he was no longer one to hide behind a false smile. Nodding as if in deep thought, though the grin never fading, Vincent finally spoke up again.     ❝ You’re partially right... I’m no longer a someone. ❞

                    ❝ And while I hate semantics, I was someone. And I’m not a leech. I know one. Mind telling me who you are, and why you care so much how I talk to the sorcerer? ❞      Rather than go the obviously insulting route, at least for now it would have been better to go about with the class aspect. After all, he was more than willing to delay the violence until necessary, if only to make it more fun in the long run.

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– Patroclus, The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

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         “MINE    isn’t    an    ANGRY   SHOUTY    FACE    around    anyone    BUT     YOU!”              Muffled    under    her    breath    is    something    about     some    guys    named    ‘Jim’    and    ‘Wumba’,    an    annoyed     look,    and    a    quick    shake    of    the    head    as    to    avoid    any    impending    memories.            “You    SMILED    and     LAUGHED.”            Even    if    he    didn’t,    she     was     DEAD    SET    on    thinking    that     he    did.               “IT’S    A    HUGE    NO    FROM    ME.”

                    ❝ Who knew you had it in you to be a liar too? That isn’t how it happened. All I did was smile, and now you claim I laughed in your face? Smiling isn’t always evil, and neither is inviting you to a party. ❞      He missed what was muttered, though most of him could have cared less what the tiefling was saying about him or anyone else for that matter.

                    ❝ Fine. If you crash the party though I will be rather upset. Mainly because I have a feeling you’re going to drag your goody two shoe buddies along for the ride, and considering we are going to have some pretty big bad’s there, I would rather not have a fight while half of us are drunk. ❞

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           He    was    SMILING.    It    wasn’t    unlike     the    tiefling    to    have    a    PANIC    ATTACK,    but    the    almost    condescending,    ENTHRALLED     grin    that    wrapped    around    his    features    set    a   certain    sickness    to    her    core,    amping    up    the    anxieties     and     fears     that     swam    to    deep    depths    within     her    mind’s    living    space.    She    was    more    upset     than     mad,    however    she    was    still    riding    off    of    the    waves    of    his    unintentional    slights     towards    her    best    and    closest    friend.    He    could    come    for    her     any    time,    any    day,    but    the    moment    a    vast    generalization     toward     anyone     she    loved,    liked,    or    even    slightly    appreciated…     Moreover,    someone    that    doesn’t    deserve     it.     THAT     was    when    the    thoughts    would    nag    at    her,    unable    to    let    go.    That    was    what     kept    the    fires    going.             “But    OTHERS    think    different.    Someone    might    think    rogues    are    the    best    in    the    WORLD    and    sorcerers    or    tieflings     are    EVIL.    That    doesn’t    mean    everyone    is    like    that.”              She’s    STILL    upset.    He    didn’t    even    apologize,   and    he     SMILED.

             She’d     remember    this.

             The    fact    he    had    offered    food    almost    seemed    like    an    INSULT;    the    very   rogue    that    he    unknowingly     discredited    had    done    the    same    to    her     initially,    completely    dissolved     of     malice    and    the     condescension      that      this    new    offer    reeked    of.    She    might    have    an     outer    stench,    but    for    lack    of     better    phrasing,    this    man    had    a    stench    of    the    SOUL.    Stronger    than    any    trash    the    sorcerer     could    wallow    in…    However,    she    also    wasn’t    one    to    pass    up    food,    especially     treats.     Hands    grabbed    for    the     taffy,   examining    it    before    popping    it    into    her    mouth.    Even    still,    she    glared    as    she    chewed.

             “I    wanna    be    CLEAR…    When    I    say    stop,    you    should    stop,    I    know    magic.”             Yet,    her    hands    still    sparked,    lighting    the     taffy’s     paper    on    fire.    She     threw    the    paper,    aflame,    at    his    feet,    glaring    even     still.

                    Her attempt to dissuade him was useless, and nearly cute. Blank eyes merely watched her movements, the way that her eyes showed the fury that she wanted to give, but how what he was saying was taking hold. She was so quick to say so much before, but now it was slow and small. His smile was natural, but it was also what he meant to do. It was a purposeful move, and a purposeful reaction.

                    ❝ Most do. Tieflings are signs of demons and chaos, how could someone not see them as evil? ❞     The question was in no way sincere, but didn’t bother to add a sarcastic tone to his voice. She didn’t, nor wouldn’t care, and he could tell. Watching her take the candy, and pulling out yet another piece for himself, he just allowed hid grin to grow. Magic. The 1 thing that could hurt him like a bitch, but the way that she had said it was just, entertaining. Was she trying to mess with him? Though unable to see, it was clear his eyes looked down at the now burning paper, and back up at her.

                    ❝ Do you now? I would have never guessed. I personally hate magic. It and I have never gotten along. Wizards, sorcerers, warlocks. I’ve had too many problems with magic users. ❞

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THEY don’t know when to quit are you kIDDING ME

                    WE WERE ADVENTURERS TOO ONCE ITS NOT LIKE WE DON’T KNOW HOW ADVENTURERS ARE.

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                      When the boss gets mad at your antics.

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                    eyes darted to the man ahead of him. it was questionable whether this monster was truly a man, or if he ever was. paultin’s eyes narrowed, brow furrowing to match his rage. he knew that he drank in order to STOP such strong feelings. in this moment, he was letting his ire consume him. he refused to let the other get away with such slurs && insults to his sister. his lip curled, baring his teeth, THREATENING.

                   ❛  ——— i’m going to give you five seconds. either get the HELL out of my sight, or be prepared to lose your life. ❜   he looks the other up && down. ❛  — AGAIN, apparently. ❜

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                       ❝ I’m sorry, and who are you to say such things? Last I checked, you could easily close your eyes. Out of sight, out of mind. ❞     He could only assume what this was about, but then again it wasn’t like people wanting to fight him was a rare occurrence. Though rarely recognized for his crimes long past, now it was merely because he was a malevolent spirit. Still, he was grinning, and crossed his arms over his leather armor. Eyebrow raised, he was silently challenging him.

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                    Sure, it took him a little bit to feel like he had finished fully in messing with the tiefling, but when he was done he did what was asked- he left. Crossing paths with him brought this curse, a sudden new companion who would point out the demons even when they didn’t exist. It was a folly, a fools gambit to try and break any adventurer who had the misfortune of meeting him, but when it worked he stuck around. After all, an old lich who reads nothing but books for power can be boring to be around after a while.

                    Though leaving the tent, and not expecting the sudden dagger that flew it him, it landed a solid hit on his arm, and he winced in pain. Looking up at the attacker, he pulled the dagger, and looked at the other. Such anger, and to attack him no less. He might have been only slightly too loud. Now it looked like there was a hunt on his head, again.

                       ❝ There are other ways to get someones attention. ❞     Grin was every present on his face, as he gently tossed the dagger back at the other, aiming for the ground before him. He’d not back down, at least not now. This might be more fuel to a fire he wishes not to fill, but then again he never did know when to stop.

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          rage  bloomed  in  his  chest  as  words  spilled  out  from  strix’s  tent.  slurs  &  insults  directed  towards  the  tiefling  could  be  heard  carried  on  the  streaks  of  wind  that  swept  out  from  the  fabric,  leaving  diath  narrowing  his  gaze  towards  it.  while  he  had  never  seen  anyone  enter  the  camp,  he  certainly  wasn’t  going  to  tolerate  a  stranger  strolling  in  then  verbally  ATTACKING  his  sister  in  such  a  manner.   perhaps  it  could’ve  been  a  misunderstanding,  but  it  would  have  ended.  the  intruder  would  have  LEARNED.

          he  waited  patiently  (  against  his  judgement  )  for  the  stranger  to  leave  the  tent  once  silence  swept  over  the  area.  upon  seeing  what  appeared  to  be  an  APPARITION  escape, his  brows  knit.  it  wasn’t  one  he  recognized  &  certainly  not  one  they  ever  encountered.  or  rather,  he  encountered.  but  there’s  still  a  first  time  for  everything. perhaps  that’s  why  diath  acted  on  his  anger  for  once  &  threw  a  dagger  at  the  ghost.  whether  it  harmed  or  went  through  him,  it  would  at  least  draw  attention.

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Mkay last headcanon post I swear. This isn’t my art, but under the cut is what I see his Armor and shit looking like.

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strix, softly: sucks .

                Vincent, softly: i fucking told you, rogues are all the same.

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Based after THIS post. Have a discussion between Vincent and Percival that me and my boyfriend did. If you wanna read it that is. Essentially this takes place in the ‘after life’ where Percival has found Vincent. Vincent doesn’t really want to face his friend or what he did, and well it’s an RP so it kinda goes on from there.

My Boyfriend/My DM is the one who created Percival, and it was just a small idea we had to have Vincent have more backstory. However, with that ask, I couldn’t help but want to make him cry. Instead I was the one almost crying by the end of it all. Its technically in “script form” but TBH we never really intended on doing actions, but when Vincent broke I had nothing else to do. So you got script for like- 2 replies.

Anyways I am literally only posting this for reference and so I can save it. So yeah. :) Have a read if you wish!

PERCIVAL: Don’t get me wrong, I’m pissed you did that to me. But all can be forgiven. There’s a difference between forgiveness and anger

VINCENT: No, it can’t. There isn’t a difference. If there is anger, then there is no forgiveness. I’ve learned this. You cannot forgive me for what I have done, just as I cannot be forgiven for anything I have done. My punishment is harsh enough without my mind playing tricks on me. This is the cruelest one yet.

PERCIVAL: OH, so you’d rather believe me to be a malevolent spirit haunting you for all your misdeeds? Get over your self. Did you talk with the guards? Did they tell you what happened when they arrested me?

VINCENT: I would rather believe you are an illusion made by my mind, Percival. Because-… No. I avoided it, and just requested for it to be painless. I was sure they didn’t listen to me, but…

PERCIVAL: Oh, they didn’t do anything to me. I went without a fight. I knew what had happened.

VINCENT: ……….. That doesn’t make me feel better.

PERCIVAL: It’s not supposed to. You did frame a guy for murder. Granted, I was pissed for a good solid while. But then I thought about it and I forgive you.

VINCENT: How? How can you? I can’t even forgive myself. Getting over myself is one thing, but- Of the countless I’ve killed, I never once felt like this. You know that, right? There’s no way if this is what *I’m* feeling, that you can just forgive me like that. This is a trick, and I know this is. I refuse to believe that you could forgive me. I’m sorry Percival, but you saying that means nothing when it’s my own demons telling me this.

PERCIVAL: That precise feeling is WHY I can forgive you. Had you never felt that I probably WOULD be a malevolent spirit out to do to you what you did to countless others

VINCENT: I-…. You can’t be….. If this is what remorse feels like, then rage like how you know must be unexplainable… How could it all just- go away? Because it hasn’t for me. I block it off, and I ignore it, but… it never goes away.

PERCIVAL: You, everyone needs to learn to live with what they have done. They need to learn to live with that remorse. The greatest of rage can be extinguished by the smallest showings of humanity. I understand that the weight on your shoulders is tremendous, but look at the people you speak with, those that aren’t shouting hatred at you. Look at the ones that talk to you like a normal human. They are willing to help carry that burden. I was and still am willing to help.

VINCENT: …. I…. how could you even stand me. Heh…. I’m sorry, Perci… I don’t know what took over me that day I-I don’t know… I’m so sorry though. The ones who don’t shout hatred for me, I worry about though not enough to really care. I know people see the things I did as bad, so I cannot see how someone can just- ignore it.

PERCIVAL: A person is more than the weight of their memories. What overtook you that fateful day was a fear of being caught. Fear is one of the oldest instincts in any mortal race, you were simply acting on instinct. How can I hold anger towards instinct? You don’t ignore, you look over and past. It is still there, but a friend, a true friend, will learn to see it and then see the person beyond it. And that person is the one who feels remorse for their actions

VINCENT: I don’t understand any of this… I just- anger breeds hate, and hate isn’t easily forgone. I’ve seen it time and again towards me and others. Hell, I enjoy to make people hate me but… Is what all I did my life instinct then? Could that not be an excuse for all? Instinct of the self over instinct of the mortal race? I just…. I can’t see over it… That’s the one time I have ever felt that feeling in my chest, or in my stomach. I can’t describe it. Just thinking about it brings it back? This is.. this isn’t right. I shouldn’t feel like this, and yet I do. I don’t feel remorse for my actions, I never have. A child could be screaming, crying seeing their parents bleed out in front of them and their hand next to my feet and I feel nothing. I don’t get remorse. I can’t. I don’t know what this feeling is, but it’s not right.

PERCIVAL: Yet the feeling of remorse EXISTS inside you, for you felt it before, and can feel it when thinking about when it occurred. And it is that sliver of remorse, that sliver of humanity, that allows forgiveness. Granted, there are many voices, all of which shouting venom. They shout about vengeance. And it’s not my place to oppose them. But it IS my place to stand by your side and help you in the times when you feel remorse.And to stand by you at the times when it is needed the greatest.

VINCENT: But I SHOULDN’T be forgiven for what I did! Don’t you get that!! Even I can see it! There should be no forgiveness for someone like me, who did all of that. Who just- in an INSTANT betrayed my friend. That’s not something that should be forgiven. I should be forced to stand alone for what I have done. I won’t drag you through the dirt more than I have already, Perci. Please. I’m asking, and I mean it. Please do not forgive me. Allow me to see you as hating me as I have done for so long. I don’t want to cause any more pain.

PERCIVAL: I can’t do that, and you know that Vincy, even if you don’t know WHY I can’t. The reason is because you DON’T want to cause any more pain. In all the time I’ve known you, this is the first time you DON’T want to cause pain. Remorse is humanizing, and you don’t like that. Some religions believe that to gain access to the afterlife, the deceased must climb a mountain with the chains of all the pain they have caused on their backs and limbs. And just knowing a portion of the pain you have caused, is more than any one man should have to shoulder. I have forgiven you, all that needs to happen is you learn to forgive yourself.

VINCENT: You’re acting as if I’ve become a changed man! I haven’t! All that I did in life I still do in death. You are the ONLY thing that has caused this-this feeling in me and I hate it! I want to rip it out! I don’t feel regret for anything else, so why do I deserve forgiveness if I haven’t changed! I don’t care what religions say. I don’t care what you believe. It’s just one person amongst the countless. Does that really constitute forgiveness? Or does that justify more of a punishment due to the fact that this is the only thing that makes me feel like this! You cannot say that I am humanizing whilst denying the 99% of the time I do not feel it. I think you’ve allowed yourself to create an illusion that you’ve forgiven me, or that you are simply going to do what I did to you. While I do not deserve the kindness of foolery, if you are going to get revenge I am fully welcoming it.

PERCIVAL:  Hatred begets hatred, anger begets anger. This cycle of violence must end. Everyone deserves forgiveness, from the greatest of men to the lowest of monsters. For what is left in a world without forgiveness? Darkness and evil, and no matter how far you have fallen my friend, I will be there to drag you out of it. It is because of that 1% that you deserve forgiveness. One voice in a crowd can ring out louder than others, if YOU are willing to listen. The countless voices, I will admit, have basis in their screams. There will be punishment for your sins, but there forgiveness is achievable due to the smallest bit of remorse. This hatred you feel is simply fear. Fear of all the pain you have caused, fear of all the people you have hurt. You have a right to bear this fear, but you also have the right to being forgiven for all you have done. For even the greatest of men have committed atrocities, and the lowest of monsters has felt remorse.

VINCENT: No, Percival. There is a time when there is a point of no return. Where there is no place for forgiveness for a monster disguised as a man. I’ve done far too much. There was no hate that made me, no anger or sadness that became my driving force. I did it for fun, don’t you get it! That’s unforgivable to people. I am fully aware. No one forgives such actions. I have no excuse, and that is what most would consider an unforgivable crime Percival. We both arrested men who had done much less than I who got what I had. My punishment is never ending. I knew in life that what I was doing would damn me to a wretched afterlife if I was wrong on how Death was. I was right on one, and wrong on the other. Can you guess? Listen to me. I feel no fear, Percival. I feel no sorrow for my actions, fear for the repercussions or fear for forgiveness. I see things as they are. For most people, it is impossible to forgive me. You should never have forgiven me, for you are damning yourself to the same fate I hold. I’m trying to save you from it. You cannot drag me out of what I was born and made from. The most I can do is make sure you do not become one with the dark as I have. So please. Listen to me, and don’t forgive me. Don’t do this to yourself. Don’t fall for the illusion of forgiveness to all men, when I am clearly not one that should be factored in on that scale.

PERCIVAL: All men are capable of being forgiven. I have spent every waking day since learning of your “itch” forgiving you. It was this itch pushing you down the path you follow. I understand you cannot make this itch go away. I was about to become like all the other countless voices and believe you to be the monster you see yourself as, but when I heard you apologize and feel your remorse, I knew you were more than a monster. You were a man, in that instance, you were human. You might not feel fear for your actions, but you ARE afraid of what will happen to me if I forgive you. And in that fear and your remorse you have become human. And humans can be forgiven, for it is the ones that don’t want to be forgiven that need it the most. So, Vincent, I forgive you. I forgive you for all the pain you have cause others. I forgive you for all the pain you have caused me. And I forgive you for all the pain you have caused yourself.

VINCENT: ….. If I accept your apology, that won’t fix the countless other lives I have ruined. I don’t see what one apology will do… I just-…. I can’t see why you’re fighting so hard for me. After all I have done I just…. I can’t see how one sliver of emotion grants you so much confidence in what you believe I am inside. I’ve shown clearly time and again that I am nothing more than what people see me as. I see no pain I’ve caused myself, and the pain of one man doesn’t fix the pain I have caused to the hundreds I have affected. Thousands possibly……

PERCIVAL: If you were nothing more than what people see you as, then there would have been no remorse in the first place. The smallest rock can cause the largest avalanche. You cannot see the pain you have caused yourself because you hide behind what people call you. You hide behind their anger because you don’t want to confront all the pain you feel for yourself. You are right, one apology will do next to nothing, but it is the forgiveness of one man that will lead to the forgiveness of yourself. There will be a debt to pay, and it will be due soon, but the debt cannot be paid until you confront your demons and put them to rest, for the greatest demon is not the voices shouting out in suffering, it is the one that resides inside you, clawing it’s way free with every kill you make. It is this demon that is making you a monster, I simply see the real man hidden by the monster.

VINCENT: And what if all this time, Perci, I have been deceiving you? What if this entire time, has been all one act to hide what I truly am. The monster inside manipulating you to see what is not there. A human who needs the forgiveness just so the monster can stab you in the back again. I myself have lost track of who I am, and I can no longer recall. The monster is what I really am, and the monster is all I will be. Demons are meant to trick, Percival. I tricked entire towns. It’s possible to trick a man again with a simple show of emotions that are fabricated. A demon stuck in the poise of a person. A Reaper stuck in the shape of a man. What you see, or rather what you think you see is not there. The remorse you saw was only the demon inside getting far too into character, worried about the possibility of getting caught. There is nothing to forgive, for there is no man inside.

PERCIVAL: If this has all been one big trick, props to you for staying in character for so long. If you believe me to be a fool to forgive a man overcome by his demons, then a fool I shall remain. Why would a demon need to stab me in the back? For I have no back to stab now. I have nothing to lose from forgiveness, while on the contrary I have all to gain! I can save a man from the precipice of destruction, even if that man believes he has fallen long ago. There are many things that separate man from demon, but the one that stands out above all the others is that man can feel remorse where devils cannot. So if the remorse you felt was a deceit, that demon has become greater than itself and is realizing it could be a man. And all men can be forgiven.

VINCENT: [Vincent just blinks, tears growing in his eyes as he stares at his friend. No matter what, he was defending him, even after all he’s done. Taking a small sniff, he walked up to his friend, the tears finally over flowing, and trailing down his cheeks, and he just grabbed him in a hug, and squeezed tightly, burying himself in the crook of his friends neck, sniffling. ] I… I’m so sorry… please… please forgive me Perci… I… I missed you. I’m… so sorry…..

PERCIVAL: [Percival receives his friend with open arms, with a light smile on his face] You have my forgiveness my friend, you’ve had it for a while now.

VINCENT: You always were to kind to me…. even when I did nothing to deserve it.

PERCIVAL: Without kindness there would be nothing left. The dark shows us where light can be.

VINCENT: And to think I feared at one point that there was nothing but the dark within me. Though I disagree with you on that, Perci. Without kindness, I would dare say there would be more.. well me’s in the world, and it is quite obvious it could barely handle one.

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💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty (This was an old meme that I need to save cause this started so much of his development. Under a read more for length.)

☩▐ 「 Eyes looked down at the unmarked grave as hands gently placed 2 Gold Pieces on the graveside of his friend, now alone with him. It had been a trying few days, nearly getting caught was something that he couldn’t allow. The guards were beginning to get suspicious of their own, but he couldn’t be the one to blame, not right now. You see, that’s why he had to do it.

            ❝ Percival. I’m sorry it came to this. You know, when you had found me in the alley, and recognized me from the back I thought I would have had to kill you. No, no you wanted to help. At the time, you didn’t know that I was, well that I was the Reaper, but still… You offered help. You know, that’s the first time anyone had… offered any sort of help for me. I declined, but I let you live. Of course I did. You were my friend, and you… you honestly were the only one who knew the real me. I may not have told you about the demons in my head, but you…. you wouldn’t have cared. It’s funny, Perci. You were the only one that I even allowed to call me a sort of nickname. Vincy. It didn’t annoy me when you called me that, which is odd cause… even my parents calling me that so many years ago annoyed me. ❞

Sitting down at the graveside, he sniffed, the cold port air bringing in a salty breeze. It was odd, this weight in his chest. It was something that he never felt, not since he was a child. Fiddling with the knife in his hands, it’s blade and handle permanently stained with a slight red tint, he looked away, and walked around the site. Out of the city, and away from the wall. Who would want the body of such a killer in the city? He wasn’t going to just leave his friend like this. He continued to talk though as he walked, hands in his uniforms pockets.

          ❝ I digress. You have to know, friend, that it was nothing personal. You had to have known in such an instant, that in such an event, that I would pick what I did. Picking the lock to your private locker in the storage room was easy. I told you so many times to replace it. You would have thought you would listen to me. No… No you didn’t. It was always so perfect how we were the same size… I stuck my armor in there, after a triple kill. I don’t know if they told you… It was a small family. It was a lot like mine. But- I was sloppy, and someone saw the uniform. I wasn’t going to let such a small mistake stop me, and you always offered to help….❞

Tears falling from his face as he talked, he gathered two twigs, and walked back to the freshly dug dirt, sitting down again, crafting a makeshift marker. While he was never religious, he knew his friend was, and while no one was looking, he had stolen an amulet from the locker: one of Helm. Ironic, really how he was still friends with him. God of Protection somehow protecting this man of destruction. Even in his death, he was following through. Another sniffle came from the 21 year old, and a heavy sigh. Wiping away the tears, he kept working on the Grave Marker, incorporating one of his friends- no, his only friends valued item.

           ❝I hope you didn’t hate me, in the last moments. I had… I had at least convinced the rest of the guardsman to make it quick. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you. I’m sorry it wasn’t me. I… I would have much rather done it myself, you know? I never wanted to kill you in the first place either… Like I said, you were a friend.. And now you get a memorial attended by possibly the one you hated in the end. Perci… Why does my chest hurt? Is this… Is this what it feels like? Remorse? That.. feeling you used to say I never felt?❞

Tears becoming too much, and the weight of it all pressing on him he felt as if something was pushing on his back, causing him to shrivel up. It was his fault that the one man who liked him for himself was gone, the one man who didn’t judge because of the ITCH inside of him. He saw past that. Stifled cries becoming quiet sobs, he knelt over the grave, salty tears running down his face and dripping on the brown soil. The clouds above opened up slowly, rain dropping down as if the sky was crying as well. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t fair? He didn’t understand this feeling. He’d never had to deal with it this strongly before. Was this guilt? Grief? Sadness?

           ❝When I die…. I hope that I can see you again and say…. say I’m sorry. That’s what you say, right? Right? I… I don’t know… You always helped me… Not just with-with what I was doing but… you helped me be normal, and sane… I-I’m so sorry! I couldn’t help it! Something took over and… I…. I can’t believe I killed you… Percival please, if there is an after life, and you are there, please know I am sorry for what I did… Please know that I will never forgive myself…. I-I can’t keep this up for long without you… But… I won’t let you die in vain. I won’t have killed my only friend for no reason.❞

Continuing to work on it again after composing himself, he finally drove the marker into the ground, the emblem in the center. Standing up, the rain pouring down, the two gold coins resting atop of the dirt, he walked away, wiping away the tears on his face. He wasn’t going to stop, because at this point that would make his friends death a waste. He wouldn’t commit the sins in his friends name so he didn’t drag it through the dirt any more than he already had.

He would just continue on, and hope that one day he could apologize. And if not… Well then at least he wouldn’t have to face his biggest mistake.

Out of the corner of his eye, off in the treeline, he could see a figure. Turning more, a smile crept on his face, and he kept walking back to the city. A conversation he had with his friend at some point running through his mind. ‘You know…. I think I can see the people I kill…’ ‘Oh?’ ‘Yeah, not often but… in the streets, or in the rooms I’m in. No one else can but-’ Vincent couldn’t help the laugh, and he sighed. It seemed Percival wouldn’t even leave him alone in death. Even if it were all in his head, like he knew it was, the idea of his friend still being beside him. Well, it brought an ease and feeling of relaxation over Vincent that was rare for him to have.」

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Vincent had a friend named Percival Watergate. The two were very close, and in fact Percival was the only one to know of Vincent’s crimes and who he actually was. However, despite this Percival’s first words upon discovering his friend hovering over a body was along the lines of “Oh shit we need to hide it”. From there, the two became as thick as thieves. While Vincent never told Percival the extent of his mental issues, he did explain simply things like the “Itch” and the fact that he “saw things” at some points. He also knew how Vincent was unable to completely understand people, and helped him with all of the problems as best as he could.

3 years before he was caught, he had pinned Percival for the crimes when the spotlight was getting to close to him. He gave his friend no warnings of the actions, and wasn’t around when he was caught, tried, and sentenced. Because of this, it is the only thing that can make Vincent feel remorse, regret, or sadness. Talking about Percival causes him to either go quiet and drop his act, or go into an instant blood frenzy. Due to him ‘seeing’ the ghosts of those he’s killed, he sees Percival, and his mind usually perceives him as hating him. Angry glares, killer motions, and the general vibe of Percival hating Vincent is all he can get. He never talks to that ‘spirit’ and will ignore him.

If he were to see Percival again, he would not believe that he was forgive, though Percival had forgiven him. He would claim it to be the ‘demons in his head tricking him into losing the small part of humanity he had left’ or just outright refuse that it was Percival at all. He cannot fathom why his friend would not be angry and hate him, so therefor he would rather live with that idea than to think after all that suffering and pain he caused someone he cared about, that they would still care about him.

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GIANT HEADCANON POST

     Under a read more cause there’s a lot here.

Vincent has made some unsavory deals with people while he was alive. Associating with the black market, as well as with hags and other supernatural creatures, and things of the like, none of them know who he actually is. Except for 1. There is a hag that he had to ask help from, and that cost him a lot. Now he owes them a favor, and he is constantly fearful of them saying he is the serial killer. By that same token though, it would be easy to shrug it off as trying to create discourse. That being said, he still owes them a favor, and he thinks about that all the time. He hates owing people anything. 

Vincent doesnt have a single musical bone in his body, and yet he absolutely adores listening to it. Particularly anything with a swing like beat to it.

If you are friends with him, you had better expect him to force you to hold candy for him.

Vincent, while with Riddick ( @lususncturce) in his own castle, he is contained within the castle so he doesn't go on murder rampages. However he easily tricks people's into letting him out.

He will lay on the ground in the middle of the hallway and make people walk around him

everyone, scared of the ghost serial killer evil mother fucker Maku (One of his captors/Uber powerful lich) & crew: vincent get off the fucking floor

He was a guard in life, and despite what his hobby was he did have an actual life. He had a wife and a child. The child had some problems like him, but they were no where as bad as his are or were in his life. He still watches over her sometimes when he can. While he was alive, he was dead set on not letting her learn about him.

Vincent has one of the worst sweet tooths ever. No matter where he is, if he spends more than 2 days there, it is a guarantee that he has hidden around the place. It is literally impossible to find them all, and he will eat the candy randomly.

Vincent, in life and death, suffers from hallucinations. Involving the things he sees. He sees a multitude of things. He sees shadow people, as well as the people he has killed, and things of that sort. Most of the time, he completely ignores them. He has slowly been able to tell what is an illusion of the mind and what is real. He also will hear whispering, though the 2 never seem to sync up. I.E.: Whispering won’t match the mouths of what he sees. However, when things are making him act oddly (like being overly emotional in either sadness or rage/ blood lust) the hallucinations change. In the bloodlust, he sees and hears nothing but what actually exists, and in a saddened emotional state he is unable to tell what is real and what isn’t.

for a while Vince kinda thought that the percival he saw was like encouraging right after his death, like the one he saw by the graveside, but then slowly his mind contorted it into this watchful eye of his only regret and mistake in life. because only after it all happened did he remember that he could have blamed someone else. so all memories he simply sees as like, bad ones for the longest time. so he never mentions his friend. to anyone. even when he was being interrogated and questioned about relationships. even after all the years he was as a ghost. He tried to erase percival from his mind cause- well what else would he do? he doesn’t know how to cope with shit

On his death day and birthday, he is in his regular mood. On his friend’s death day, Vincent seems to get oddly quiet. Detached from everything, he usually is by himself, floating around a room, and occasionally looking into the corner to see if the illusion of percival is staring at him. It usually is, along with other… unkind gestures and mouthed words.

he dislikes the sun, and it usually would give him a headache in life. This was because he actually had somewhat bad eyes, and the brightness from the sun was overwhelming. In death, it’s just the like, fact he got so used to it it still happens

Vincent is Incoporeal unless he wants to manifest. The only time this is negated is when he is caught off guard by something flying at him. That will usually hit him. It’s because he doesn’t have enough time to think about it, and he is so used to things hitting him. Surprising by punching, or anything other than throwing something at him just passes through him.

he used to be the guard for a port town before he was caught. He was the guard who trained the others. After he died, he met a powerful necromancer/lich and ‘became friends’ with him. This is where he gets the nickname overglorified mage hand. 

Vincent can be easily calmed down with music.

Vincent has only ever cried 3 times in his life.

incent doesn’t think he feels pain normally, but instead just misinterprets it. He doesn’t find it enjoyable, but certainly doesn’t describe it as what most would say pain is. No matter what the pain it, he will only ever describe it as a mild discomfort. This was something he learned to lie about quickly so that people didn’t notice.

For his killings, he would always show his face to the last one, so that they knew it was someone that should have been trusted killing them.

He would technically be called an ‘anarchist’, however he simply finds the government useless and a problem. he has no intentions to completely disrupt it, but he knows thats a possibility from his actions.

Percival was the one that helped him figure out the major and minor differences his way of thinking contained when compared to a ‘normal person’ however, Vincent could never understand how this worked seeing as he couldn’t comprehend someone so ‘good’ being friends with someone so ‘bad’

Vincent has no idea where anything goes when he eats it. No one does.

His remains are in a location where even he doesn’t know. He simply doesn’t know what happened to his body when he was caught and after he was executed.

being caught and those few hours/days was the only time that people were aware of how he really was

Vincent can play the piano and cello

Vincent is afraid of needles and Warforged

If he were to encounter the ghost of someone he has killed, I honestly think Vincent would be so pleased and excited, even if they wanted to kill him.

Vincent isn’t really sure what love is. Platonic or otherwise. The only friendship he’s had was with Percival (at least that is the only relationship he will grace with the word friendship) and even then it a rather hesitant statement considering he ended up being the reason his friend died

vincent actually has a pretty foul mouth when in a good mood, the more random cusses he throws into his speech the happier he is. Granted if he’s yelling then he’s not happy. but general rule of thumb if he says bite my ass rather than go away, hes not upset

since he is not tied to the world with a purpose, or was made like most other ghosts, getting rid of him is extremely hard. many people have tried

vincent doesn’t need to sleep, but he feels like he does. this is simply a like condition about him since he slept in life, and while he could be told he doesn’t need sleep, he still feels like he does.

he usually has nightmares, but will never call them that. in fact what would be night terrors and nightmares to most are his normal and even pleasant dreams

vincent loves to learn, but he hates being talked down to.

vincent doesn’t really see physical characteristics about a person, rather focuses on their voice and movements that they make.

vincent will do whatever he pleases, but if you involve candy there is a high possibility of getting him to do things you want him to do.

What he lives for most though, is people’s reactions to things, and now that he’s dead, there is a very high likelyhood that he will say and do things to get a rise out of anyone near him.