#dbd houndmaster

[acethedbdgamer]

anyone else loving the new chapter content?

[slasher-detective]

Quick sketch of the new DBD Killer, The Houndmaster, I really like her!

I dig her vibe and I'm pretty sure her dog is a Cane Corso which is pretty neat! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

[pinkniz]

Mother

[freakova]

There’s a voice line for Houndmaster where she mentions taking the survivors fingers “for a pal” and on one hand it’s probably Snugs but also ohhhhhh my god oh my god oh my god what if she’s friends with the Clown what if they’re besties

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DBD HCs | Killers Christmas

Evan MacMillian

Starts the fire in the hearth to kick off the party.

Was kinda forced into coming by the Entity. Doesn’t really care for the holidays.

Only sticks with killers he can tolerate like Wraith, Blight or maybe Deathslinger

His secret Santa gift is trap grease and some paint.

Philip Ojomo

Holds the box of decorations while Sally decorates.

They totally arrived together but play it cool. We know what’s up 😏

Dances with Sally too! Makes the whole party pretty magical.

His secret Santa gift a new shawl with a nice red dye.

Max Thompson Jr.

Slaughters the Christmas Ham.

Wants to do Christmas with his friends. Loves watching the old Christmas movies in the quiet of the den.

Wears a lot of plaid. Definitely only in his pjs.

His secret gift is a southern breakfast basket.

Sally Smithson

Hangs the high decorations because she can fly.

Nibbles cookies over a plate. She really likes the ones with jam or fruit puree in the middle.

Hand feeds Phillips little snacks.

Her secret Santa gift is a dried bouquet of baby’s breath. (Get it?)

Micheal Myers

Is assigned kitchen duty. Chops everything horribly.

Smells awful. Ever had a homeless guy stand too close to you and they smell like poo and sweat? Yeah.

No one knows why he even came. Total space kid.

His secret Santa gift is a knife sharpener. Maybe a box of plastic forks.

Lisa Sherwood

Brings the pinecone jam.

Wears a a sweater that’s actually clean and fresh smelling.

Gargles in the affirmative or negative for conversations.

Her secret Santa gift is a bundle of sticks with a pretty purple ribbon.

Herman Carter

People watches the whole night from a corner table.

Starts drama. Hak sure is annoying isn’t he? Sally and Phillip didn’t even bring anything…

Maybe gets drunkly punched.

His secret Santa gift is a brain encased in a jar of liquid.

Anna

Brings a wild boar. Unskilled. Might still be alive.

Wears a turtle neck and long skirt. Looks like a big mama bear.

Rocks when she gets overstimulated with all the music and foreign words.

Her secret Santa gift is a yarn ball and crocheting needles.

Bubba Sawyer

Brings a pressure cooker of his famous chilli.

Don’t mind the finger that’s the concentrated flavor 😤

Helps out in kitchen. Adds that home cooked flavor.

His secret Santa gift is a framed picture of his family. Don’t ask how Rin even got ahold of the damn thing.

Freddy Krueger

Was not invited.

They may be killers, but they don’t fuck around with no pedos.

Would probably just keep killing people. Doesn’t fuss with the holidays.

His secret Santa gift a box of matches.

Amanda Young

Brings spinach and artichoke dip. Some toasted pita too.

Doesn’t drink. Leaves soda cans everywhere.

Goes without the pig mask cuz it’s lowkey rotting and no one wants to smell that.

Her secret Santa gift is a box of Funyuns. It’s a comfort food for her.

Jeffery Hawk

Brings homemade chicken wings.

You don’t understand- he’s ever one of the best cooks or worst cooks of all time. You wanna know why? He doesn’t care how much butter or salt is added into a dish.

Are the wings sanitary? Probably not. Is that a heroine needle sticking out there…?

His secret Santa gift is high quality face paint.

Rin Yamaoka

Her twitches and moans of agony kinda freak everyone out at first.

That’s all she does really. Stand there and groan.

Hangs out with her Grandpa! They try throwing a ball out in the yard. Or the sword fight. Thats fun.

Her secret Santa gift is a journal and pencil pack.

Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey

The ones hosting. Decorating and cleaning almost needed in tears for everyone.

Steals a billion types of pizza, chips, and soda.

Does not clean at all. Gets plastered and leaves the guest to fend for themselves.

Their secret Santa gift is stolen electronics.

Adiris

Has entire conversations without realizing no one can understand her.

Her little smoke and chain ball is stuffed with cinnamon and holiday spices. Makes the whole lodge smell nice.

Insists on the Entity version of saying grace before everyone eats.

Her secret Santa gift is a pack of incense.

Danny Johnson

Taking pictures for the memories.

Constant pulling little pranks and jokes the Legion. Does it start a fight?

Yes. Yes it does.

His secret Santa gift is some camera film.

Demogorgon

Has to be stopped from eating the tree multiple times

Burrows and pops up so hard it sends tables flying.

Ends up being leashed outside with Xeno after biting Portia’s doggy.

Its secret Santa gift is some metal to chew.

Kazan Yamaoka

Brings Hot Pot.

Is the one punching people who are stirring up shit.

Catches up with Rin. Wants to be parent he never kinda really wanted to be. 🥺

His secret Santa gift is a sword mantle strong enough to bare the weight of his sword.

Caleb Quinn

Brings scalloped potatoes au gratin

Ties his hair up into a low bun. Kinda looks cute on him.

Kinda like a level headed hippie grandpa. If there’s kids, he’ll get down on their level to play with them.

His secret Santa gift is a box of random gears, wires, and screws to build with.

Pyramid Head

Brings a severed hand with a bow on the knuckles.

No one ever sees it still. It’s always kinda walking around.

Some jokester maybe wrapped his head in lights.

Their secret Santa is a looser pair of trousers for the dumpy 🍑

Talbot Grimes

Seems like a lunch kinda guy

Talks science with Albert.

Twitches so much people think he’s bugging out.

His secret Santa gift is some herb seeds.

Charlotte and Victor Deshayes

The siblings who only talk to each other.

Victor gets mistake for a tot a few times. Gets picked up and promptly scratches the face off Caleb.

Charlotte fixes heaping plates for the both of them. Probably some of the best food they’ve ever had

Their secret Santa gift is gourmet cabbage. You think I’m joking? They are over the goddamn moon.

Ji-Woon Hak

Gets in peoples faces to blog.

Takes cute pictures of a plate of food but doesn’t eat it.

Maybe brings a fancy platter made by a restaurant.

His secret Santa gift is a a small fridge for his beauty products.

Nemesis T-Type

Heavy breather.

Tracks mud in and draaaaaags it on the carpet IN THE DEN.

Kinda just stands behind people and breaths down their neck.

His secret Santa gift is some badges and pins to add to the buckles on his boots.

Elliot Spencer

Doesn’t celebrate the holidays.

The only way he’d ever go is to watch people socially suffer.

Maybe sounds outside to watch the snow fall with the other cenobites.

His secret Santa gift is a toolbox of rusted nails.

Carmina Mora

Cuts paper snowflakes to hand from the windows.

Pretty outgoing! Definitely has an eccentric charm that quiet artists have.

Kinda becomes best friends with Rin during this party. Both had similar childhoods and were on the path to being successful before what happened happened.

Her secret Santa gift is new aisle to match her taller frame.

Sadako Yamamura

Brings some sea weed in her hands.

Keeps haunting the tv and ruining Home Alone.

Flutters in and out around the lodge. No one knows why she came.

Her secret Santa gift a pretty hair comb with seashells.

Dredge

Brings a sludge of leaves and bones.

Gets mistaken for a coat rack. Floats around wearing everyone’s outerwear

Stands a little too close to people. Might get drunkly punched.

Their secret Santa gift is a cardboard box.

Albert Wesker

Wears a turtle neck that fits him perfectly.

Shows up with a bottle of wine. Constanty slick back his hair.

Sips wine while watching the snow fall. Likes to talk business to the other killers: tactics, plans, and little stories.

His secret Santa gift is a glasses case.

Tarhos Kovács

Him and his crew are the ones roasting the meats over the fire.

They get rowdy and break some tables.

His men go nuts with the ale but he refrains. He’s s never been a been drinker but on the holidays, he’ll take a few sips of mulled wine.

His secret Santa gift is a leather skin satchel that attaches around the waist.

Adriana Imai

Brings coxhina

Only talks with “high class” killers (Wesker, Ji-Woon, Portia)

They have a silent judging table to talk mad shit about everyone.

Her secret Santa gift is a a fancy bottle of wine.

HUX-A7-13

On top of the Christmas tree.

Doenst know why they even bothered to come.

(It’s cuz Xeno went and they are in looooooove 😍🥰😘)

Their secret Santa gift

Xenomorph

On a leash in the backyard.

Fed dinner scraps that are promptly melted with acid.

It’s secret Santa gift a survivor to hunt whenever it chooses.

(HUX totally begged The Legion to get Xeno of secret Santa)

Charles Lee Ray

Him and Tiff drunkly make out on everything.

Like; really obnoxious. Bumps into peoples legs, keeps the bathroom occupied for hours.

Tiff will offer to help in the kitchen. Chuckle will sit on the couch and sip beer.

His secret Santa gift is a plate of Swedish meatballs.

Unknown

Crawls in on all fours. Needs to be restrained from snacking on peoples ankles.

Doesn’t bring anything but eats all the food. Then, promptly throws it all back up onto the serving table.

Wears an ill fitting Mrs. Klaus dress.

Their secret Santa gift is a terrarium full of spider and snake snacks.

Vecna

Did not come.

Doesn’t have time for meaningless holiday parties.

Stays at home casting hexes or spells or what ever he does.

His secret Santa gift was supposed to a skull jar filled with chocolate kisses.

Dracula

Brings a bottle of blood and a bottle of wine.

Kinda can’t handle being around people without his wife so he leaves early.

Has a ton of dry humor that makes the more mature killers smirk.

His secret Santa gift is a nail kit.

Portia Maye

Let’s her dog run lose and destroy almost everything.

Brings a bag of raw clams. Let’s other people cook them. Or eat them raw I dunno

Definitely wears cheetah print.

Her secret Santa gift is one of the furniture brushes for people with pets.

[barcodeboyz]

When they eventually add her to 2v8 they should make all killers able to pet Houndmaster's dog

[meatcrimes]

portia headcanons

she’s friends with clown because of their deep bond with their animals, she sees in him and maurice what she sees in herself and snug. their sense of humor is also probably pretty similar, and they probably make jabs at each other for fun that to anyone else would sound horribly insulting but they laugh and come back with something meaner

meeting carmina was surreal, her father read her poetry to portia and her art/writing were really influential to a young portia. seeing what happened to her left her momentarily speechless. she also respects her for her bond with her birds. she will never admit it, but something she really likes about carmina is her bleeding heart underneath her hardened surface, because she knows how much courage it takes to stay soft in such a cruel world, something portia herself couldn’t do even if she wanted.

has probably yelled “eat the rich? you can’t even identify the rich!” to someone like ace or david, as she points to kate denson with one hand and skull merchant with the other.

the legion all want to pet Snug, portia probably said “ha, you can try”. frank screamed and jumped into julie’s arms the moment snug growled at him. julie ignored snug’s body language and almost got bit. joey tried to be patient and show he wasn’t a threat, and snug eventually wasn’t so aggressive but his ears moved back when joey tried to get closer so he decided it’s best not to. susie was the only one actually able to pet him, he sniffed her and licked her hand and immediately sat down with big wide eyes at her. she gave him ear scritches and called him a good boy. everyone including portia was baffled

keeps her distance from the doctor. he genuinely terrifies her. she also stays far away from the huntress, but doesn’t fear her as much as she knows not to make an enemy out of someone like her. definitely believes she’s a werewolf

jumping off the last one, she’s much more open to the thought of anna being a werewolf because “there’s at least one vampire here, wouldn’t surprise me if there was a werewolf”. by “at least one” she means the dark lord of course but also was convinced hag was a vampire until she saw vecna and concluded she must be a lich

favorite survivors are sable, yui, david or the lyras. the first three she admires their boldness and fearlessness, the latter she has a soft spot for because they were just kids driven into this mess by someone else’s cruelty. she doesn’t pity them or sympathize at all, but she thinks of them as undeserving of all the cruelty of the trials. most likely to give yui hatch

favorite pastime is riling up oni. probably pokes at how his masculinity is tied to violence and being feared and called him a disgrace to his ancestors. she tries to do the same to knight but he’s not as reactive as oni. knight responds to her provocation with some equivalent of “y’aint wrong,” which portia quickly grew bored of

initially despises skull merchant but loathes to discover how much they have in common until the sexual tension can be cut with a knife. portia probably said “you had everything you needed but you wanted more. you gladly put people into poverty just to make your net worth go up” and later “you did for fun what i had to do to survive”, to which skully responds “and you were having just as much fun as me doing it.” and portia, lacking her usual witty comebacks, just seethes

[odder-oddish]

Need a fic of Unknown wondering what it's like to hug someone since it never had anyone hug it before. You can choose what character you want interacting with it! 👍

This prompt had me stumped for a little bit, as I'm not super familiar with the Unknown so writing from Its perspective was a challenge for me. But here it is now. I'm not sure it followed the request exactly, but I like how it turned out.

Enjoy, (and if you have a ship or a character you'd like to see more of, my asks are open, so feel free to come leave me a oneshot request)

First Mate

How can you long for something you never knew you were missing? That shouldn't be possible, but It can feel something missing nonetheless. It yearns for something. Something that It never had. It doesn't know what It yearns for, but It aches anyway.

It spends a lot of time alone these days, but that's nothing new. It doesn't mind. There are trees and a pretty statue, and a building with comfy chairs. And sometimes the black wall morphs into a dancing picture, and It can't help but stare sometimes. Occasionally, it wanders into other strange places, forests, swamps, or surrounded by walls of cars. But usually it's back in the place with the trees, the statue, and the dancing picture.

Sometimes, there are others in and around the building. They crouch in front of strange machines and make them hum. But they never stop to say hi to It. They talk to each other, sometimes giving them orders or arguing. But other times they cheer each other on. But they never talk to It. Instead they just run. So It uses the sharp stick it found, the one with the metal head, to try and slow the people down. So they'll talk to It just for a minute.

Sometimes, It kicks the machines. It feels bad, destroying all of their hard work, but It doesn't know what else to do. When the machines get loud enough they turn bright and then all the other people run away, but black webs and sticks keep It from following them.

Sometimes, It tries to start a conversation. "You're gonna wanna see this," It says to a man with glasses and dark hair but he just turns and runs away.

"Hey, come here!" It tries to a woman with long white hair but she just shoots him with her sun ray.

"Help!" It tries, as a few run away, trying desperately to push past the strange black web holding it in. But the people just run from It, celebrating another "victory." Though It doesn't know what they were victorious over.

So ordinarily, It is alone. And maybe that is what It yearns for. Not being alone anymore. It's skin feels almost cold, but not really. Deep within Its skin It feels a strange, empty ache. But what will soothe It?

There is no sun here, so It never sees the day, and It doesn't know how much time has passed. Though It also didn't know how much time passed before it came here. And yet, It hopes something will change.

Something comes some time later, in the shape of a dog. A massive, drooling, angry black dog. He seems angry, but not at It. He barks, a harsh, loud sound that carries over the wind. So It walks over to it, leaning down, and putting Its head close to his.

"Help… do you need help?" It asks.

But the dog backs away from It before letting out a long howl. A despairing sound that makes It feel oddly sad. It wonders if the dog is longing for something too.

"Can… Can I help?" It tries again, and this time the dog looks at It. For a second, he seems to regard It with curiosity before it growls and lunges, baring his teeth as dives for It.

But his sharp teeth don't close around Its body. Instead, he bites on the metal-tipped stick It holds. He growls slightly, then his tail begins to wag. And the dog growls lowly, continuing to tug on the stick.

Then, suddenly, the dog lets go, but the change in force makes It lose Its grip. The metal stick goes flying and lands about fifteen yards away. The dog looks first at It, then at the stick, before he turns and scampers to the stick, picking it up and carrying it back to It.

It watches as the stick is dropped at Its feet, covered in dog drool. The dog, meanwhile, looks up at it, tail still wagging, and yaps excitedly.

"Do you want… again?" It asks, voice distorted. The yapping continues, so It lifts the metal stick in the air and then throws it as far as it can. Once again, the dog chases after it.

The process repeats and It feels… happy for the first time. The dog seems to like It, as he isn't running away from It. He keeps coming back with the stick and wagging his tail and it doesn't leave It behind. It has a friend!

After about a dozen tosses and retrievals, the dog seems a little bit tired. Panting, he lays down in the grass for a minute before suddenly, he jumps back to his feet, nose in the air. He begins to sniff and look around wildly.

"What… What is it?" It asks, but the dog ignores It, following some sort of scent.

The dog ends up at the popcorn machine, standing on his hind legs and pawing at the glass, as a low whine escapes his mouth. He wants whatever's inside, It realizes.

And It can help! With a decisive motion, It lifts the metal stick and crashes it into the machine, breaking it open. The dog immediately lunges for the intestines coiled up in the machine and runs away, the intestines dragged on the grass behind him.

And It feels sad again. The dog has left It, like everyone else does. Saddened, It sits in the grass, unsure what to do. Maybe It will wait for the people to return and make the fancy machines hum again. Maybe It will throw the metal stick at them and see if they bring the stick back too.

It wonders if it ruined it's chance. The dog left It, just like everyone else, and just so he could chew on some intestines. It walks over to a a tall fence and sits down with a "thud," head hung in sorrow. What would it take, It wonders, to get someone to stay?

It feels cold, all of a sudden. And It aches with a pain It doesn't quite understand. It must be cursed to an existence alone. Its heart feels heavy.

Soft footsteps slowly approach It, and It looks up to see the dog trotting back over, the intestines likely already devoured. But this time, the dog doesn't reach for the sharp metal stick. He walks straight up to It before lying down in Its lap. The dog's weight settles over It, as he lays down, his head resting on Its knee.

It isn't sure whether It has a heart, but if It does, it would certainly be beating faster with utter glee, at the sensation of feeling the dog lie in Its lap. Another creature, finally not running from It, but instead staying with It, even seeking out Its comfort? The emotion is overwhelming. Finally, another creature who doesn't fear It. It is almost afraid to move, to disrupt the dog who rests against Its legs. Because this is what It has ben craving. What It has needed for so long.

The dogs eyes close and it begins to snore. It takes Its hand, the one not holding the stick, and puts it on the dog's back, gently petting the fur. It doesn't know what compels it to do that, but It knows that feels right. The dog doesn't fear It, trusts It enough to sleep curled up in Its lap. And suddenly, It gets a strange feeling of belonging that It's never had before.

It must fall asleep, because It wakes up in pain. A blunt object is pressed into Its chest, hard. The pressure hurts and It writhes in pain, opening Its eyes to see a woman standing above him.

She is tall. Very tall. With dark skin and hair and a cane in her hand which is currently being shoved against It. "Another abomination," she says, her voice low. "No matter. I hope you're prepared to die like the rest of that scum."

The cane is pulled back and she raises it into the air and It realizes what's going to happen. She is going to hurt It. In the moment between her raising the cane and the inevitable blow, It thinks about the dog one last time. How lucky It was to have a moment of comfort, even if it was fleeting.

But the dog isn't gone. He's still there, behind the woman. And just before she can swing at It, the dog begins to whine, a high pitched, desperate sort of noise. To Its suprise, the dog leaps in between It and the woman, barking at her.

"What is it, boy?" she asks, tilting her head to the side.

The dog doesn't respond. Just turns to It and licks Its face, a strange, slobbery sensation.

"Oi. You like this one, do ya?" she asks as the dog turns back to her and gently headbutts her, pushing her back.

It watches, confused, as the woman and the dog face off. Until she changes her grip on the cane, once again holding it from the head, and lowers her arm. She reaches for It with her free hand instead, pulling It to Its feet. "Today's your lucky day. But remember, you're only alive because Snug likes ya, understood?"

It nods quickly, just relieved that the cane isn't going to hurt It. "Hi. Is this your dog?" It asks, voice distorted as always.

"Aye. Snug's my boy." she answers, looking It over with a critical gaze. There's a strange look in her eye, as if her nature is to be bloodthirsty and violent, and now, she must go against her instincts. Once again, her hand is held out to It, but It doesn't know what to do with it. "Captain Portia," she says boldly. "And what can I call you?"

It doesn't have an answer. "Call me. Call… me?" It asks, utterly confused.

The woman, Portia, laughs, a rowdy, full-bellied sound. And It, in Its confusion, begins to laugh as well. "You're a strange one, I'll give you that. And thank you, for looking after Snug." At the mention of his name, Snug looks up at Portia, panting lightly. She gives his head a few pats before turning away from It.

It realizes, Snug is leaving. Leaving with Portia. Not again. It can't be left alone again. After having the most teasing taste of companionship, of belonging, it is going to be isolated all over again.

"Wait. Please wait," It says, and Portia turns back to It, a strange look on her face. "Can I… Can I stay?"

She purses her lips and stares at It for a full minute before looking down at Snug. "I'm trying to kill a man who destroyed my life. I'll stop at nothing, and will leave no one who stands in my way alive. I will kill again and again, destroying the vermin who dare cross me. Do you understand?"

It nods. It will stay out of her way. It just doesn't want to be alone. If she wants to kill a man, It will help. It will do whatever she needs so that It doesn't have to be by Itself forever.

"Right then. I suppose I could use a first mate. But don't fall behind."

She turns and begins walking again and It follows. And Portia shows It a way out of Its confinement, to other worlds. She shows It new realms. Forests and swamps and a small abandoned town and strange futuristic planets. And they encounter all sorts of strange creatures and monsters. But It is never alone.

Portia tells It stories about growing up on a pirate ship, of navigating, of studying the stars. And It listens. It doesn't have exciting stories to share back, but It likes to listen. Sometimes while she talks Snug will come lay in Its lap and sleep again, snoring loudly in the night.

And one day, they're chasing people again. They're in a forest with some people who are once again trying to make the machines bright and loud. And while It still doesn't understand why, It and Portia chase after them all.

"Oi! One of 'em is getting away!" Portia yells. It turns just in time to see a woman with pretty blonde hair run past. She's going to run past the gates and leave like always. And Portia isn't close enough to stop her.

So It instinctively charges into action, catching the blonde woman at a different angle and bringing the sharp stick down over her head. The blonde woman falls to the ground and Snug holds her there.

It watches intently as Portia walks over and stomps her foot down over the woman's head. Laughing as the screams abruptly cease.

"Ha-ha! You've done it!" she says, turning to It with a bloodthirsty, wild smile. She closes the distance between him and slings and arm around It's shoulders as she whoops loud into the air. "You certainly are a good first mate."

The arm around It is too rough. Squeezing too hard and making Its neck hurt. But It doesn't mind. It's made her proud, It's done something good. And It's made someone happy. The touch is casual, but It relishes each second of contact, the companionship igniting a sense of belonging that It's never felt before.

Snug comes over too, and It reaches down to pet him for a few seconds before turning back to Portia. "We're a. We're a team!" It says, voice distorting even more as excitement obscures Its voice.

"And a damned good one at that, Mate," Portia says with a grin. She pulls her arm away but this time, the loss of contact doesn't leave It feeling empty inside. Instead, It still feels warm, like the camaraderie between them is going to last.

"Come on, we've got more to explore," Portia says after a moment. The three of them, the violent pirate captain without a ship, her loyal hound, and It, the strange creature that has never belonged anywhere, walk into the shadows together. And for the first time, It feels happy about the adventures to come.

It has a crew now. It has a home.

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[cyber-neptune]

Had my first matches against her yesterday and omg do I have strong feelings.

Her design, her chase and terror radius, HER VOICE?! Absolutely delectable, amazing, delicious.

I need her to step on me.

[hottestwitchinthefog]

So the dog likes music.

[maealderxb]

I want that fat woman🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[0rinthered]

[freakova]

Shout out to bhvr for making them friends for no reason I am forever grateful

(Redraw of meme under cut)

Redraw of this meme

And the very first drawing of clown I ever did that I said I would redraw when he got reworked!

[hexbimbo]

Dbd Quick HC’s | Killers Skyrim Race.

What do they play as? Play style?

Trapper

Default Nord Warrior

Wraith

Wood elf stealth mage.

HillBilly

Redguard Warrior with an emphasis on one handed skills

Nurse

RPs as a temple priest for Mara and Stendar. Probably a high elf.

Micheal Myers

Doesn’t care which race, kills every NPC.

Hag

Breton Mage with a special in Destruction Runes.

Doctor

High elf who kills all the npcs. Probably reads all the in game books. Would also Rp as a Thalmor.

Huntress

Dark Elf Warrior with a speciality in two handed weapons.

Leather face

Spends hours on Hearthfire as a loving Nord husband.

Freddy Kruger

Probably a Dark elf because resistance to fire was never anything he was good at. Doesn’t really have a set playstyle.

The Pig

Dark Elf Devotee of Sithus.

The Clown

Saw Cicero’s outfit and it was over. Imperial alchemist/ Assassin.

Rin Yamaoka

Nord Scholar (Bard/ Mage.)

The Legion

I can imagine them all yelling what they want the character to do while Frank mans the control.

Khajeet rouge that trolls the npcs and racks up bounties exceeding 10,000 gold.

Plague

Redguard or Argonian Priest. Probably makes her own little in game shrine to the Entity that gets destroyed as soon as a NOC walks into the room.

Ghostface

Khajeet Assassin and Theif

Demogorgon

Default Nord. Doesn’t know how to play.

The Oni

Imperial or Orc noble turned Warrior. Maxes out two handed skill.

Deathslinger

Wood Elf stealth archer. Makes out smithing and enchanting.

Pyramid Head

Kills an executioner for the armor and kinda just wanders Skyrim.

Blight

Breton or Imperial Alchemist.

Twins

Khajeet Mercenary.

Trickster

Leads a double life as a wood elf Bard/Assassin.

Nemesis

Orc Warrior/Barbarian.

Pinhead

Any race follower of Molag Bal

Artist

Any type of eleven Traveler. Has her character pause in front of a scenic f

Onryō

Imperial Noble and Merchant.

Dredge

Argonian Follower of Hermaeus Mora.

Albert Wesker

High Elf Battle Mage

Knight

Orc, Redguard, or Nord Warrior. Will not touch magic.

SkullMerchant

Imperial Merchant.

Singularity

Hacks the games code and becomes god.

Xenomorph

Werewolf of any race

Chucky

Any human race Assassin.

Unknown

Argonian Follower of Sheogorath. Makes frequent trips to the face sculptor.

Vecna

High elf mage. Maxes out all magic skills.

Dracula

Doesn’t care which race, becomes a vampire.

Houndmaster

Redguard or Orc vampire hunter.

[barcodeboyz]

Portia and Jeffery BFFs confirmed dbd