#Selene Spicer

[gibbs88]

edits of my reagent, thanks picsart

[2young2die]

“Fate's left you here

To beg, to wait, to try and save Everyone from drowning”

“In the darkness, should I leave you Here all alone

To beg, to wait, to try and save Everyone from drowning”

[gibbs88]

[2young2die]

An Outlast Trials Reagent RP/Ask blog. NSFW is fine and will be posted under a cut. Comments will be probably responded to OOCly. I have small head canon things relating to her and my interpretation of Night Hunter but that’s the only way I really deviate from the in-game lore. He’s such a minor character that I don’t think it matters but you’re free to block or whatever if it bothers you. I’m just here to write and have fun at the end of the day.

I also try to make the “game mechanics” a bit more realistic. Selene has probably died a lot and has definitely been injured, I think Atropine “rez” pills/syringes are totally fine for the sake of the surreal, sometimes black comedy horror elements that I use in my writing. I treat the bottles of medicine and heal rig the same as steroids, they won’t fix any missing limbs or whatever but she’ll at least be able to ignore the pain for a bit.

If you have any questions feel free to ask in DMs or on my main.

This is just an RP blog so I’m not gonna be strict on age… just be responsible plz.

main blog: @gibbs88

[2young2die]

Reagent #26835 / “Night Hunter” Ex-Pop Footage #4589 ”He wanted to play before I had to deal with Coyle… tell him I’m sorry for throwing that brick, I panicked…”

[2young2die]

Merry Christmas!!!

*hands you a wrapped present*

She blinks, juggling the wrapped box for a moment before beginning to carefully tear into the wrapping paper. For once she didn’t bother to second guess the generosity… hopefully she wouldn’t regret it.

“Thanks, man…”

[gibbs88]

Selene psychology for a fic ive been working on… for months ._. hoping to have it up on ao3 this week. cw for typical outlast themes.

[the-hunter-himself]

Hunter furrowed his brows. Strange, there was no trial set on his territory. But as a former reagent, he knew that on some occasion, Murkoff would put an unconscious Reagent in a Prime Asset's map to see how they would survive. And luckily, for now, he has no reason to kill.

"A poor innocent one. I know their game. I was..." Hunter shifted his posture. "Let's just say... i know what happened. And i have no reason to kill you, yet."

He pat the confused woman from any dust and dirt, making sure she's tidy enough. "There is a shortcut there, made by your kind before thinking it was an exit. " He pointed to the hole on the wall, well hidden from the bush

"This area of mine often mistaken as open nature, then i see their face as they realized, it was just another part of this facility. Still trapped like a mouse.."

Hunter noticed the anxious brown long haired reagent lurking around his territory. She seemed to be confused and wary of something...or someone?

He stood top on the ruins of part of his museum, with his two dogs on a leash.

"You alright there? This area is prohibited for strangers. It's dangerous."

*Selene couldn’t remember the last time she’d saw nature. Real nature. Was this a dream? Maybe they’d slipped her some kind of new medication…*

*At the sound of the male voice she startles and jerks her head upwards, spotting the man and… were those guys on leashes? Oh God. Now it made a bit more sense.*

“Oh, uh… s-sorry… I don’t even know how I got in here. Honest. Um…” *She trails off, scratching her head lamely. At least he wasn’t trying to kill her immediately.* “Do you take care of all this yourself, sir?”

[2young2die]

*points at Selene's hiding spot* THERE SHE IS OFFICER!! GET HER ASS

Her whole body jolts at the sound. Instant fear response. The flood of adrenaline doesn’t let her feel anger or even betrayal, just the urge to run. She’d never had much luck trying to talk her way out of an encounter with Coyle, and she certainly wasn’t ready to try again anytime soon…

After finding herself a dark room and a locker to hide in, she sniffles.

“Man, what an asshole…”

[2young2die]

What if we like kissed under the bootleg Jesus?

“Uh… I don’t even know you, dude… and that’s weird…”

[2young2die]

ooc: playlist

[2young2die]

The dark isn't inviting to most. Hunters and creepy crawlies belong there... The Morgue has a lot more damp, dark spaces than most Trials. Lilliana steps through an open door, just able to see the reagent in the dark, "You seem lost... Or looking for something..." The others were far from here. Her cracked lips bare her teeth in a smile.

First a Trial that reminded her of a nature reserve, now some kind of… hospital basement? No, a morgue. That’s what it was called. The one thing she dreaded about her prospects as a nurse. All of that thinking has her startling at the sound of the woman’s voice, caught off guard.

“Oh, um… Hi. Ma’m,” She replies, smiling sheepishly. “I think Easterman has it out for me… more than usual, y-you know… I keep waking up in these places…” Her nervous habit of rambling trails off into a soft laugh, gaze flitting around for any obvious exits.

[2young2die]

What's your favorite trial? Mine is feed the children.

”Favorite? Uh, I don’t really like any of them, but… I guess if I had to choose… anything with Gooseberry. She’s, um… easier to deal with than Coyle…”

[gibbs88]

holy shit thank you so much! this really made my year to be honest. i love the art, it’s super cute!

@gibbs88 Heeeey👋👋👋👋 I just wanted to say that I am OBSESSED with your oc, Selene Spicer. She’s so cool, I love her storyline and I love the design you gave her.

So I present to you…. My fanart of your oc and the night hunter, they’re so cuteeee AA@aAaaaaaaa (also, most of the fanart are just sketches but I really hope you like them)

They deserve to sleep peacefully🤲 (also I drew them with pajamas, I hope it’s okay)

I feel like Selene would be a fighter. Like, she would fight people without weapons. She would just sucker punch enemies, meanwhile Night Hunter would be the opposite

I love your ocs sm

[the-hunter-himself]

Hunter looked at the lady reagent exiting his trial, knowing well this would cause another argument with Easterman. He expected a test, but he gave her an easy way. He just hope Easterman would lash to him only, and not giving her punishment as he was not satisfied.

"Be safe.."

Fortune smiled on her indeed. She was spared.

Spared, continue to endure and live in the manmade hell of Murkoff. A better destiny, compared to the silent agony of the statues inside his museum. Suspiciously way too detailed and realistic for a sculpture...

Hunter noticed the anxious brown long haired reagent lurking around his territory. She seemed to be confused and wary of something...or someone?

He stood top on the ruins of part of his museum, with his two dogs on a leash.

"You alright there? This area is prohibited for strangers. It's dangerous."

*Selene couldn’t remember the last time she’d saw nature. Real nature. Was this a dream? Maybe they’d slipped her some kind of new medication…*

*At the sound of the male voice she startles and jerks her head upwards, spotting the man and… were those guys on leashes? Oh God. Now it made a bit more sense.*

“Oh, uh… s-sorry… I don’t even know how I got in here. Honest. Um…” *She trails off, scratching her head lamely. At least he wasn’t trying to kill her immediately.* “Do you take care of all this yourself, sir?”