What would the Heart say about your character, anon?

Is that a cyberpunk beholder?

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>>49915254
>says "Dishonored Heart" on the art itself

Anon, I...

>>49915291

I shall call him Cyb,

>>49915308
-fish noises-

>>49915237
Something-something-imeasurable power-something-something-frail container.

>>49915237
"A long road this one has walked, and a longer one still lies ahead. He harbors a fear for his family's wellbeing; not that they might die, but that, though he never leaves their sides, he might become too far emotionally detached from them."

>>>>49915360

Very well, Cyb.

*Snuggles*

>>49915237
>Every day he lies in bed, wishing for success. He has not left his apartment in three days.

>His parents worked very hard to give him a good life, an education. His mother will never retire. His father already has.

>Once he wished to be a musician, and took lessons. He still keeps the cello in his room, and plays it during lonely hours.

>Not a day goes by that he does not think of his brother and worry.

>He wonders why this thread is in /tg/ and not /v/.

This is now a prelude to an alien fish snuggles quest thread,

>>49915237
He holds himself high, bright and shining, yet believes it a facade, ready to crumble. If only he knew what he has become...

He never chose his path in life, but found meaning in it. Now he can barely imagine another.

Every night he bows before his god and prays. Hoping that one day he will hear his voice, though he hates that he desires it.

The books he reads are of ancient history, of wars long since !let and cities fallen. He wonders if the words written there could be changed.

One day he will need to make an awful choice.

>>49915961
>>He wonders why this thread is in /tg/ and not /v/.

>>49915237
>your character

As in
>your Player Character
not
>the character of your personality.

>>49915237
Can someone tell me what this heart is?

>>49917053
It's a magitech artifact made from a heart of player character's lover/mother. It tells you secrets about places and people.

>>49915237
> What would the Heart say about you, anon?
There, I made it infinitely more interesting (or boring, depending on your perspective).

"A boring man, running everywhere yet staying in place. He is lost in the ocean of life and his compass is long broken. He dreams of a shore he can strive for, yet there is none in his sight."

>>49917053
It sees the truth of all things, and offers cryptic sayings.
Occasionally it remembers things from when it was alive.

The ship is sinking but he will have burn to ashes long before the water closes over his head.

>>49915237

> "He just can't stop masturbating."

>>49915237
"Not once has he lost a swordfight."

>>49917498
"Not once has he lost a 'swordfight'."

>>49917521
Blow off, choffer.

>>49915237
"She struggles to move out her father's long shadow, and is harming her son in the process"

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>>49915961

"She sits silent by the fire, wishing for a note of care but knowing she deserves none."

>>49915237

>He was the first of his party to accept the madness around him.

>Though he despises that other nobles put up facades, he is no exception.

>He just wants to go home and have tea.

>>49915237

>He is chained to another, and the chain is poison to him

>He can't break free. No, he won't break free

>The true slave forges his own chains

>>49915237
>His worst crime burns at his soul and he wants nothing more than to be able to confess to his superior officer and recieve his deserved punishment, but all that will come out is
"Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?"

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>He came seeking his wings, but in doing so he lost sight of the sky.

thats not a metaphor thats literal

>>49917101
but that isn't fucking /tg/

>>49915237
>A thief. A lost soul. The man who calls himself Rook.
>A kind and lonely heart, hidden behind wary mistrust. He fears betrayal almost as much as he fears being alone.
>A moldering tomb. The sting of poison in his veins. All he recalls of his past life.

>>49915237
Fuck it's hard.
Attempt number god know how fucking many after scrapping all the previous ones:
>She refuses to believe what she has become, instead surrounding herself with excuses and lies, living in a detached world of her own design.

(the PC is a former priestess of Amaunator who became a vampire, immediately falling from grace, but refused to believe that she's a vampire, instead making up excuses for all evidence and constantly tries to repent and pray away imaginary sins in an attempt to gain Amaunator's favour back)

>>49917072
>player character's lover/mother
Just his lover.

>>49915237
>She wants to be loved, but her name will be cursed after death. There is no salvation for soul lost in lies.

>She used to con others out of their money

>She found true happiness when she met her husband

>Ever since he died, she thinks of going back to old habits

>He yearns to be a dragon, unknowingly denying his true heritage.

>All fire and claws, his enemies fear him, but he would rather die than hurt an innocent in any way.

Aasimar gold dragon disciple, too dumb to realize he's of angelic descent. Real gentle giant with a chivalrous streak.

Other character
>His old masters still rule his life despite his escape
>He's a Vargos, a creature of evil power, but he seems oddly helpful, even he does not know why.
>Pain describes his life, it formed him, drives him and will end him

>>49917963
Emily has the heart too, anon.

>He yearns for a simple mundane life, sitting behind a desk to toil his days away. But he has seen many worlds and many days due to what has attached to him.

>In worlds without magic, he would appear to be anyone else. But too a world full of the arcane, it all crumbles away in his presence.

>Death is not a end to him, and meaningless to what binds him. Whatever his chains connecting too only caring to feast on realities that are different to his own. He still pulls at those chains.

>>49915237
"A terrible, undeserved fate has befallen this one. Her essence is corrupted, and darkness is the only place she belongs now. And yet, she strives to stand in the light."

>She may not have her father's blood, but his rage and blood-lust were passed on, locked behind a mirthless smile.

>She secretly fears the thing in the box is not her sister, but this is the only thing that gives her purpose now.

>She dreams of unspeakable things, and plans to build them when she has the means.

>Her owner stared at her as they quaffed the poisoned wine on the eve of her escape. "They must have known, why did they do it?"

>She yearns for the freedom and blackness of the infinite void, but her soul is that of a soldier.
>She knows she could have been a general, but politics ensured it never happened. She dreams every night of her lost future.
>Her family has gold in its blood and steel in its heart. She is no different.
>Her family is everything to her. She fears that they don't share that sentiment.

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>>49918608

> Once she seeked glory and riches in battle. Now she can't walk without a cane.
> Bitter, sad, crippled woman, she desires marriage and family. She will not find them as she is now.
> Her bloodline is ancient and special. She believes that it makes her better than others.
> Great power was bestowed upon her. Her parlor tricks conceal their true nature.

>He had a wife and daughter, until they vanished into the bottom of a tankard.
>He's not sure if his wanderlust is still out of curiosity, or fear.
>The weight of the holy robes is heavy on his shoulders.
>He debates whether to drink or to train, and drinks before he decides.

It's fun to read this thread in her voice. It really was some excellent voice acting, really added to the melancholy wistful atmosphere.

>An old soul. Where are you going, old soul?
>He promises his wife he'll retire and become a gentleman soon. He knows he'll die at sea.
>He hoards secrets like currency, to buy and sell mens' lives and souls
>Such sights he's seen!
>He can no longer look into a mirror without flinching
>Blood and salt: He will never escape the twin scents.
>He searches for something even he cannot name. It will find him, first.

>he hasn't jerked off in four years. this bothers him, but his wanking hand keeps trying to watch him and it weirds him out.

>Three days ago it was immoral, today it's a bargain.
>Why deal with fear and insecurity when you can play it off with pretension?
>If you destroy the working parts, all you get a broken machine.

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>>49915237
Character 1:
>He works metal because he believes the act of creating brings him closer to his god.
>He has lived too long and knows his story is over, but still he searches for a warrior's death. Sadly, he is too skilled to die in battle.
>He has outlived his parents, his children, their children, and their children's children. He is a stranger in his own homeland.
>He knows a word of fire that could burn the gods themselves if spoken with enough rage.

Character 2:
>He misses his homeland more than anything. He looks down on these people as brutish and stupid savages with no appreciation for art.
>He'll never forgive the professors of Ashworth for treating him like a laboratory specimen.
>He wishes that he could converse with his phantom and wonders what it would say about him. He knows it's only a force construct and has no will of its own.
>He misses his days on the frontier, when he could kill without guilt and knew his foes were irredeemable. Moral ambiguity bothers him.
>He doesn't care for the company of women. He finds them petty and repulsive, and admires manly virtues of his fellow warriors.

Character 3:
>She'll never forgive the man who took her innocence, and not even his murder satisfied her.
>She truly believes the skills she has learned have made her invincible. She will be devastated when she discovers otherwise.
>To her, no one who wears a uniform can ever be trusted.

>>49919133

>He's got this burning like his veins are filled with nothing but gasoline.

>>49915237
>Wow, what a jackass

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>>49919500
best post

>>49915237
>He smiles without any joy. He laughs without any mirth. He is empty.
>The first time he saw his father, he was ordered to break rocks faster. The next time he sees his father, he hopes to see the man begging for death.
>How strange. A rough man in a stolen coat, bloody-minded and hard-hearted, calling himself a gentleman.

>>49919500
You know your character's a jackass when that's all the Heart can say.

>>49915237
>He is Ravengore Soulblight. Don't let the black armor fool you. He's quick with a joke, or a favor. He is avoiding responsibilities too dull for you to stomach.

>>49915237
>He wishes he had not ment it.

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>>49915237
>He's old. He needs rest. He wants to go home to a family he lost long ago.
>The men beside him look to him as a father. He knows better than to lose a son again.
>Once, he used to be proud he'd bled on every continent. Now, he wants each drop of blood back.

>>49915237
dont talk to him

>>49915237
Pretty weird sorting hat you got yourself there anon.

>He'd be the last person to call himself good.
>He's generous, but he knows it won't pay for all he's done.
>He misses everything he's thrown away.
>Freedom doesn't make him happy.

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>>49915237
>No comment

"She is looking to buy her freedom, but knows it won't come cheap."

>He has killed so many people, but the deaths of those most deserving of it haunt him the most.
>All he wants to do is build ships.

>>49915237
"There walks a man who desires nothing but conquest, he kneels before his gods but hidden deep in his heart is the belief he is greater than even them"

>>49915237
>he yearns for greatness, but he is terrified of bringing the eyes of the world upon him
>he yearns for immortality, but does not know how he would spend the eons
>he yearns for truth, but doubts even his most firmly held convictions

Character 1:
>She drowned beneath the ocean, and the waves left behind a blank slate
>Her heart is as cold as a stone, yet her soul quietly burns, never ending

Character 2:
>Her self-image is her greatest strength, yet also her greatest delusion
>For so long, she has been lost in the hearts of others

>>49915961
You're like a character is the sad stories I write. I hope you get better

>More and more, she clings to the stories she devoted her life to emulating. More and more, they're all she has.
>She has so much love - and yet she achieves victory only through her anger and her hate. In the end, one must win.

>His wife gave him three children. Three tiny coffins lie in the family plot. He blames himself.
>He dreams of being a knight, and then he awakens to the life of a merchant.
>He listens to the old tales of chivalry and honor, and his heart holds them as true.
>He only needs a sword to hold and a cause to die for to be a hero.

>>49915237
He had his brains blown out over a book

>His failures cling to him. They drag him down.
>So sad. So unsure.
>Duty drives him forward.
>He's been marked by death. A champion of a cause he doesn't believe in.

>He is deathly afraid of Liverpool
>And he has been banned from over auto dealers for indecent exposure
>Also, he's called the Stig

>>49921844
>over fifty auto dealers
Well, there goes the effect of the joke.

>>49915237
>Such pain he has been through. He put himself through the most of it. The ones he loved put him through the rest.

>He seeks to atone for what he has done. But to do so would be the end for him. He is afraid of death.

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>>49921974
>Pic related

>Somehow he is at once both terrifying and pathetic

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>>49922039
First one was was brought up by people that used him
second one killed his brother in rage, became a revenant as punishment

>this one believes himself in limbo, conquering trials to earn his righteous place.

>in reality it is only his mind that is in limbo, as he is still firmly in the mortal world.

>he will never realize that he is already worthy of ascendance, and was so a long time ago.

>tales of a mighty undead warrior performing good deeds spread across the lands.

>another murderhobo
x6
For all party members

>>49922805
>they play pretend at heroism, when all they hold in their hearts is greed and wrath

>the world is a stage to them, and all others are puppets for their amusement.

>if you saw what I have seen in their spirits...

>their hands are stained by blood a thousand times over, though they care only for the gilded covers to place upon it

>their potential is unrivaled, but they squander it in lust for battle, gold and darker things

>>49915237
>Slave to the machine, content with his silver collar.
>Embraces protocol eagerly, not for the love of the order, but as a crutch and a guideline to cover lack of innate understanding.
>Trading worse today for better tomorrow is prudent. But push it too far and tomorrow may never come.

>>49915237
>He has lost all hope

"Stolen from one family. Abandoned by another. She'd stop smiling if she knew the truth about either."

>>49915237
I was legit sad to see the heart again in a demo for Dishonored 2. She says she's tired and will be allowed to "rest" once Corvo is done with her in the first game. Outsider's a dick for brining her back- unless she deserved it or that's a different heart.

>>49917072
>>49917963
Wat. Wat the shet. How do you know this?

>>49915237
"He has hungered since childhood. First of food and now of power. He would do anything to obtain and do what he thinks is right."

>>49923902
I dont know, I guess they played the game? It's not exactly hard to find out.

>>49915961
>Not a day goes by that he does not think of his brother and worry
Fuck that hits close at home

>>49915237
"His true form is not what it seems. This one walks the path of justice, but has committed a great crime in order to do so. Beware, for any face could be his."
A mythic doppelganger who gained his mythic power by poisoning someone else who was mythic, and assuming their identity.

>>49919748

Cringe

>>49915237
>He has almost lost all hope, but he still strives to be righteous. The memories of lost friends haunts him, and will someday drive him to seek revenge.

>When he lost her, it left a great hole in his heart. He has since filled it with hatred and anger. Old prejudices formed from war will shape him into someone she would be disgusted by.

>She seeks the light at all cost. Having been raised in darkness, she began to worship whatever light she saw. She has even performed forbidden magic to get closer to such light.

>His mind is broken, though he won't admit it. All he wants is to forget, and be at peace once more.

>She is a pure soul, untainted by society. Her naïveté might be her undoing.

Is it wrong that I read all of these in the darkest dungeon narrator voice?

Fallout
>She shoulders the burdens of others that she might forget her own. Only names remain, whispers in the cold

>Burning, blinding the chemicals turn her questions to rage and for a moment the ruins of a life make sense

>Shrouded in white her child yet lives. Sterile and still. She will never allow herself to know

I -need- to find a group and pop my tg cherry

>>49915237
>You're not really a lesbian.

>>49924028
I played it multiple times and never stumbled on that.

>>49924802
Roll20, ca/tg/irl.

>>49924234
He's a 34 year old LG paladin who is going adventuring to avoid having to do one more day of bureaucratic paperwork that comes with his Viscount position. He's wearing ancestral armor from back when the Soulbight family was *actually* evil, which was about a century and three-quarter ago, before there was a war in the heavens and a changeover of the deities (from a LE death god to a LN death god).

>>49924995
It's pretty obvious if you use the heart and give a thought or two to who the speaker is.
They never say outright in the main game I think, but still. Use the heart nigga. Gather lore. If you don't look for lore you never get lore.

>>49919748
>Ravengore Soulblight
Even as a joke this is cringe.

>>49924995
Thanks for the pointer anon. I'm looking as we speak. I may also do other theoretical characters

>>49925157
The cringe name is on purpose. His Father's name was Bedlam Soulblight. His Mother's is Miriam Gardener-Soublight. His ancestors were hyper-edgy. He just kinda grew up with it being normal. Went to boarding school, played (rugby-analogue), went into the military where he served in peacetime (thanks to his father's meddling), honorable discharge / retirement when his father came down with chartreuse fever and passed away, leaving Ravengore a position as property manager for a distant noble. Cue about ten years of filling out paperwork and handling accounts relevant to property management.

He's pure anti-edgelord, with an edgelord name.

>>49915237
I've got to say, there were some big issues I had with that game (notably that the ability to basically teleport around made stealth feel pretty trivial), but I have to say, the way the heart would tell you secrets about people if you pointed it at them was pretty awesome.

>>49917072
You mean the Empress right?

>>49920087
I legitimately want to know about these characters more.

I tried doing some for story character.

I'm terrible at this.

>>49925832
>No matter how hard be tries, he cannot say it, and he will be lonely for the rest of his life because of it.

>>49925873
Sounds about right.

end my life fampai

I have lots more characters than this from over the years and I mfing love Dishonoured, I can't resist. I loved reading through the others.

Character 1
>In five months her child will be born. If she gets out. The fear's no match for her anger. She yells, like she can will the very walls to shake.
>She wants nothing but to be a good mother. Cigarette smoke clings to her coat and she wants another.
>She hears them. On the other side they're screaming. Her hands ball into fists and she moves on.

Character 2
>A metal shell and mimicry of man. Like a dog it trails its masters' heels. Such unwavering loyalty. Eyes so clouded with adoration they cannot see the barrel leveling between them.

Character 3
>Destined to never see the sky, to feel the sun. He was born in the ashes the old world never rose from.
>Quick to smile. Quicker to laugh. If he works hard enough he'll find a home. His lungs are tight. The other men are worn and weary. None of them have the heart to tell him he's sick.
>There are hidden corners, echoes of whispers stuck in shut off tunnels. Flickers of movement catch his eye. They talk to him more than anyone knows.

Character 4
>She carves out a living in the graveyard, puts rusted skeletons on wheels and makes them go. There's nails between her teeth, a gun at her hip, a tear in her mind- something isn't right.

Character 5
>Everyone takes and takes. They'll gnaw down to the bone. He gives too easily and too wholly. He'll be picked clean within the hour. >This isn't like home. But he can't go back, they can't see ghosts. Won't.
>Uncertainty plagues his mind. It's not entirely his own. It's eating him from the inside out. In every sense of the term.

>He has shed flesh for power and allowed scorn to fill the space where pain once dwelt

>In his arrogance he has exchanged one prison for another. For all his might eternity slips through his fingers

>Now he must ride, a parasite wearing the meat of others. The irony will gnaw at him forever

A powerful, if physically ailing psion who transcended the need for a physical body, pissed off a circle of high magi and ended up bound to a gemstone and unable to interact with the world unless a living being allows him to hijack their body

>>49915237
>He's the best around
>Nothing's ever gonna bring him down

>The blade at his back is a wicked thing. Nameless things gibber and howl when it's weight fills his hand. He clutches it tight, as a mother to her child- for it alone reminds him of home

>the magic sours on his tongue. Bitter salt and burning iron, an unkind gift and a father's only kindness

>He cannot be sure if he hates them. He could never be loved, never belong with them. But it is the way of children to crave a parent's love

>>49915237

>What would the Heart say about your character, anon?

The whales are burning.

>>49915237
>He seeks justice, in his own demented way.

>He has strung up killers and children one the same rope, in the same alley. Yet he regrets neither action.

>He is a titan amongst men, his fury terrible, and his strength infailiale.

>Although he betrayed his fathers and brothers, he still walks the bloody path that was set before them all.

>He does not know what to make of his allies. Yet he trusts the Heretek more than he should.

>He hates himself for his failures
>He believes his suffering gives him the power to change things for the better
>He is wrong

>>49926452
YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW

Please.
I had fun with the Heart until it started saying that shit. Then I put it away and never used it again.

>>49915237
>This one finds solace in being what he's not
>After lifetimes of running he's becoming tired
>But running is all he knows

>He could have been a man of honor and glory
>But the meddling of those much greater left him broken, forced into a role he never wanted
>They think of him a foolish pawn
>But he seeks to prove them wrong
>But a fool's a fool, they always fall short

dnd 3.5 archivist
>he wanders for he knows nothing else
>he hides a healers heart
>he would stare the very gods in the eyes to save his friends
shadowrun shaman
>he hates his companions and theyn all know why
>they expect him to betray them, so he will
>he lies in a pool of his own blood, and forsakes life

Fuck it
Lets give it a try
Here are some characters from a story that will never be finished

Main Character
>"He spent 6 days trapped under burning wreckage. He wakes up screaming every night."
>"He wanted to own an Inn."
>"He was never prepared to be who he is."
>"His eye. His arm. His legs. He ponders what will become machine next."

Main Characters Wife
>"At any given time there are 3 conspiracies to kill her. She makes a game of destroying them."
>"Many accuse her of controlling the Empire. In a way, they aren't wrong."
>"She swore she would never have kids. Now she has 4. She wants another."
>"She is more like her mother than she would like to admit."

Golem Mentor
>"Even when he was mortal, he was more machine than man."
>"The only time he feels at peace is when she coils her tail around him at night."
>"He has 4 bodies. None of them feel right."

>>49915237
He his a blood trader, a murderer and a man of means. He thinks he knows how it will end.

He is *so* wrong.

---

This beast hungers, yet does not let that hunger control him. I hope he finds his valhalla.

---

She hurts so, *so* much and there is nothing that can balm that pain but the dissolution of her sworn foes. Were I able to do I would cry for her future.

---

>>49924995
The Heart and Jessamine Kaldwin(The Empress) have the same voice actress.

Jessamine Kaldwin is dead before The Heart is given to Corvo, and speaks with the same voice.

Not a huge leap.

>She's hungry. There's a house filled with lavish items, of conquered heads mounted and room to spare. Everyone left. As long as she has everything, she doesn't need them.
>But she likes the little one. An oddity. He won't get away. The vestiges of her humanity strain toward him. When she sees him her face softens into a mockery of a smile. All teeth. She's thinks of ways to destroy the ones who hurt him.

>He's been following for so long. His feet are worn to nubs of bone. The crows follow. They pick at the shredded flesh he leaves behind. He keeps moving while they build their nests.

>His fingers are always stained in ink. Books are a constant companion. There's so much left to discover. His body ails but his mind is so, so strong. He wants to live forever.

>>49915237
The what?

>>49926965
Keep working on your story anon!

>>49927132
I recall reading on the wiki that one of the devs confirmed it has the ghost of the Empress it in. Or at least some part of it.

>>49915237
>Her dreams are righteous and the hopes placed on her glorious.
>If they could see the line she walks everyday.
>Her every decision weighed on scales just waiting to tip over.

>>49915237
>Her heart is a stone, chosen out of heedless pride. Its meaning is lost upon her.
>She is a puppet without strings, a mistake that should never have been made.
>She smiles and plays the fool, waiting for the day her friends leave her. Just like all the others.
>None will mourn her passing, not even the stones. Such a sad thing.

>>49915237
He became a killer before he saw his tenth winter.

Years of hoping, a lifetime of prophesy and legend led him to these dangerous days. He doesn't expect to survive long enough to raise his son.

No man ever felt he had so much to lose.

He will be with his father again, soon.

>>49917337
>41 times in a row. A man can only take 42.

>>49915237
>He thinks he desires wealth and power, to this end he has ruined men. Such falsehood will kill him one day.

>He often thinks of the man who raised him. He knows he will never see him again. He fears he would be a disappointment if he did.

>Such riches he has had, none of it his, all of it lost.

>>49915237
Screams assault the heart as it tries to read this person. There is something strange here, stranger than you might have anticipated. Perhaps this was not a good idea. Then suddenly the heart speaks, no, its screams. "So many, to many, there are so many. It cannot be read, it cannot be read, it is many and all scream against one another. Take control, take control!"

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>>49927602
3/10

Book Character A:

>He believes the guilt lies with him, but he is gracing himself with far too much agency
>Graces and fortune beyond what he dared to dream, casually permeating the land of his perceived enemies. How he hates them. How he loves them.
>Even now he can see his people's blood, spilled with such little effort that it seems as if a dream. He knows not that it may be averted.

Book Character B:

>The anger is overpowered by excitement. He can hardly believe his luck.
>He calls his mother twice a week. Even now, he wants to tell her what has happened—although he knows it is unwise.
>He knows the other hates him. He has no clue as to why. He is trying to prove himself.

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>>49927602
"Yet another successful trolling."

>>49924995
It's pretty obvious by some of the things it says about not forgiving Daud or how it shouldn't have trusted the Spymaster.

>>49915237

>He hides his appearance from an enemy he cannot fight, even when he doesn't have to
>He doesn't know where to curse the stars for his luck, or worship them
>He whishes his past were a happy one, but he doesn't remember his childhood, and this hurts him so.
>He does not know what he truly carries, but it's all he truly knows is his and he knows it's his to carry nonetheless

>>49915237
>Old in body and mind, older yet in soul.
>The rest he so greatly desires will never be his. His efforts to avoid his end have ensured this.
>He holds none to be equal to him in his heart, and will always feel alone.
>Those that surround him are illusions. All were created, not borne, and his kin are worthless without his guidance.

>>49915237
Character A: Grumpy old half-elf, part of an important merchant family, married.
>He hides under his anger. He is more frail than the girl he protects.
>He does not hate his father. He fears him. Always will.
>...Even so he fears most becoming his father.
>Secretly he wishes to be hurt bad so he can have a reason to leave.
>Violence is the answer always to him. And he knows that almost always he is wrong.

Character B: middle-aged politician/noble
>He knows now what he wants, knows not who he wants
>He loves his brother and sister more than their mother loved them, but he is never going to admit it
>It thrills him, which is why he will seek it once he has gotten everything he once wanted

Character C: Greedy mercenary manlet from not!Egypt
>He has no loyalties, he has no friends. He prefers it that way
>Does he not recent what he has done? No. He revels in it.
>Some day his greed and hunger for power will be his end. And it will be painful.

Character D: Latino master thief, lives a party-drug filled life
>He has never loved somebody. He never will and that's why he drowns it all out in those he does not love
>Children. That's all he cares for. Not his friends, his wealth, his desires or his own life. Only children.
>It may not seem so, but they are his friends to him.

Character E: Literal murderhobo
>It's all fun and games to him. Nothing but.
>What is that even supposed to mean? Why would he think that
>There is no meaning to it. Just whim and an endless font of insanity.
>He is no fool nor a weakling. And he knows that.

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> " She lives an unnaturally long life by destroying others."
> " a Potent spell masks her foul secrets and ensnares the unwitting in her web."
> "she masks herself to hide from her closest friends."
> "no taboo was too great for her lust of power....
she has done it all, and enjoyed some of it."

> " in the lonely morning hours, she likes to commune with the spirits of the dead. a company that she will never have with the living."

Last few PCs:

1:
>He's bitter, so bitter. Lost, too.
>He clings to his family name as if it's all that matters. And yet he knows nothing about them.

2:
start of campain
>He knows it was his fault, and he wants to atone. But he fears failure too much to try.
end of campaign
>He walks with such an arrogant confidence, because he knows he's earned it. If only he knew what became of those children...

3:
>She's lying about who she is. The truth is, she doesn't know the truth either.
>The thing that worries her the most is why everyone just seems to accept her.

4:
start of campaign
>He has nobody to go home to, and his name's been left out in the mud. The only thing he hates more than this venture is having to go back.
end of campaign:
>He's jealous of the others, even after rising more than any of them. He envies them, with their wives and children, and their restored estates. But he wouldn't betray them.

Character A
>Through all of the tough talk and charging first into action, he's still a terrible coward inside
>He tells others that there is no inevitable in a desperate attempt to cling to the idea himself
>He hides the markings that separate him from a normal man, thinking that will take them off his mind. He is wrong.

Character B
>He's only recently come to terms with what he's become. Enjoys it even
>The spirit has been expecting this. Wanting this. It doesn't surprise him.
>Still, he drinks to drown away the life he's lost
>Your unease is not unwarranted

Character C
>This one is just fucking stupid
>That's the key to his success

Uh. lets go.
Pathfinder
> he wields more weapons and armours than seemingly sensible. if to only hide how scared and weak he truly is.
Shadow run.
> She has been lost all her life. and wasted it trying to find a way to a place she never had.
> Her friends are the only thing keeping her tethered.

Only War.
> a stolen Steel face to hide the scaring.
> despite loosing an eye, her aim is true and clear.
> Silence isn't a choice. rather a punishment.

Fragged empire
> She cannot lie, nor does she speak the truth.
> So many needles. So many lies.

>>49928670
Character C is my kind of guy.

to be honest Dishonored 2 is the first game I've let myself get legitimately excited for this year, and after the rest of this year yielded some really pleasant games that I was surprised by, I'm going to be a little sad if it doesn't turn out the way I'm hoping.

>>49915237
>His shell is bright and blooming, inside dark and wilting.

>To his brothers, he is an enigma, always running away. To his soldiers, a distant, unheeded command.
>His long-lost sons were raised by another man. There is no bound between them.
>He has no place in this world anymore, and seeks to leave it.

Guess the character.
> Betrayed so he might be saved. If only he learned the truth earlier.
> He looks in the mirror and saw a face not his own. Not that it matters to him.
> A leader, a soldier, a hero. Such a shame the world thinks otherwise.
> A revolutioner and an enemy of the patriots the irony is amusing don't you think.

>He tells others he is a humble Hochland Toll Keeper, the battlefields of Tilea do not vanish from his mind so easily.

>>49915237
"A simple creature, a man deliberate in his denial of his on humanity that he might not feel the burden of existence. He does not think, therefore he does not" *heart gets stabbed for being an obviously heretical object.*

Pretty much playing a brain-washed Arbite in DH2 who had previously been used as an assassin by the traitor noble that originally alerted the Inquisition to possible sedition on the planet Gallant.

He gets a bonus when fighting with direct commands of the Sage's player who has been ordered to use him, since he's stuck in "brainwashed" mode. Hopefully by having him around, valuable information will be recalled. Specific catch-phrases and locations slowly give him more agency (and reduce his bonus). But does he want to become a man again, and face the horrors of what he's done? I'm rolling to determine if each release causes insanity or corruption.

Originally he was an NPC, but I died early on and thought he could be fun to roll with. Taking commands literally and all, and since my schedule changed so I can only make every other session it lets him still play my character.

>>49915237

>> No, I don't want endocarditis.

>>49927253
It's literally Jessamine's heart infused with some Void magic and whalepunk for good measure.

>>49917544
How old did you say your sister was?

>>49915237
I have literally no idea who this character is or how it talks about someone.

>>49915237
>A glance, and he is an old man, bent with the weight of the world and its passing. A look closer, and he is not old, but aged. Worn. Bleached paint on the stone of the soul. He's not much older than you.

>his own insecurities rot away his love for his wife
>sometimes he is excitable, other times he cannot leave his bed
>he tries to change but tires quickly

>>49915237
He plays the fool, but there are wolf's teeth beneath his skin, and something from the void between writhing in his heart.

>>49915237
>Don't be fooled by his cheery facade. The man carries a lot of weight on his shoulders.
>He used to be a pacifist. That ended when his search for peaceful solutions got five men killed. One of them he knew personally.
>He blames himself for their deaths. If he hadn't stopped them, they would be alive and his tyrant uncle would have died sooner.
>He doesn't know yet, but his brother and cousins are looking for him. If they find him...He might not fight back.

>>49915237
For a GOO Warlock:
>His 'gift' was given by a madman. He wonders if he should've taken it.
>His master whispers to him quietly in his sleep. Some nights, he listens.
>The eyes of the madman haunt him. He fears his eyes will be the same.
>The notes are his tool. His writings will be the next.

>>49915237
Darkness on the edge
Shadows where I stand
I search for the time
On a watch with no hands
I want to see you clearly
Come closer than this
But all I remember
Are the dreams in the mist

These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away

>Zeal, hatred and adrenaline can carry a man a long, long way.
>Not once along the way has he stopped to think about all the death and destruction. Not until now.
>As war reveals its true nature to him, so will his true nature come to the surface.

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>>49915237
Warforged Fighter (5e):
>He made his own clothes with love, his own weapon with care, his own destiny with hope. But he is still only a coward.

Synthesist/Martial Artist (Pathfinder Gestalt):
>Survival is all he thinks about, but a home is what he hopes to find.

Warlock of Fey (5e):
>He sings, acts and dances with real passion, but he wants to steal that power for his own ambition.

Rogue Psyker/Doctor (Black Crusade):
>He still secretly prays to his God, asking for strength to do more evil unto others, asking for strength to save his patients.

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>>49915237
>He was a faceless gun in a sea of guns, he has one dream, but has given it freely so that he may serve his liege
>He has planned his death for a jest, and will greet it with one regret
>He shouldn't have slept with that Banshee

>>49931731
Never doubt it!

...Wait.

>>49915961
This hits way too close to home.
God damn it anon..
Well, at least your long term gf didn't cheat on you for some guy she just met.

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>>49925019
>>49925341

>>49915237
>He claims his soul was forfeit long ago, all the while it remains tortured far more than his physical form may ever become.
>A soldier fighting on in a war already resigned to history, it's outcome written in stone.
>Once he stood gallantly against the darkness; now a harbinger of the night has taken his place.

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>>49915237
>Even if she becomes Queen of Hell, she will never get the bustline she wants.

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>"The boy had known love before, or so he thought."

>"She was beautiful. She was young. She was venom, corrupting his innocence and steering him down a selfish path."

>"It was only after she had used him like a tool and casted him aside that he realized his folly."

>"He has met another to pledge his sword to, and with her lies the path to redemption."

>"But as the two embrace each other under the starlit night, he wonders what right he has to even look upon her."

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>>49925341
You weren't possibly inspired by this?

I find this to be a great writing exercise.

>Born out of tainted blood and memories of another, he seeks himself.
>He ventured into the crypt to find death, but fate has never been kind to him.
>His people are misguided, they require salvation, but the only answer he holds is death.
considering one of the edgiest men alive

My Human Inquisitor
>His faith is a mask. He misses the days before he took up the sword and his oaths.

My Half-Elven Druid
>He stares at his hands, his eyes tracing the lines her blood left behind. He can still hear her voice.

>>49915237
He has been to a far away land to protect those he cared for,yet did not return quite the same.

Every night he hears the screams of those he could not save,and the whispers of what lies beyond.

He now fights with cowboys and outlaws and fools so that no one else will have to go trough the same things as him.
(Hard mode:What system am I playing in?)

Ex-Tumblrina Devil-Tiger:
>She desires to keep people close while she indulges only herself.
>She equates giving with being extorted. It's almost justified.
>Of all the people in the world who want to be monsters, can't a single one handle being human?

Dark Ages Malkavian pretending to be a Ventrue:
>She lives by the faith, because it allows her to worship herself.
>Honor, anger and logic in equal measure. She'd never dirty herself with anything more.
>If you think far enough, it all comes back to herself in the end.

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>>49919500
amazing

Halfling Mercenary
>She always bites the first coin, as if it washes away the taste.
>She knew what the crew would do to the mother, it was a mercy. She didn't reach the husband in time.
>Her grandfather is still out there. Alone. Hungry. He still thinks it's spring.

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>>49915961
>Not a day goes by that he does not think of his brother and worry.
god damn it, and I was beginning to forget how horrible my brother's "friends" are.

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>>49943816
>god damn it, and I was beginning to forget how horrible my brother's "friends" are.

From my Skyrim characters

Grey Warden Dragonborn

>Victory, Vigilance, Sacrifice. Words chosen by an order looking to be revered as heroes.

>But this one is cast to a foreign land where his victories is over the weak, his vigilance is against those envious of his ill gotten gains and sacrifice of not just his soul but the very thing his order fought against.

Stark Dragon

>Clad in the colors of a lord he called a hero. He aided the escape of a man who brought back painful scars of his lord.

>Yet this lord is stubborn, and this man is honorbound to point he would bend knee to the new lord to avoid tragedy.

>>49915237
Please, tell me about my character!

The one I have in mind, please ^^

>>49915237

Jesus fucking christ at least put a link.

http://dishonored.wikia.com/wiki/The_Heart

>>49915237
>He was never a hunter of beast or monster...

>He preyed on an old road once. A mistake forced his hand.

>He lies here in this dark pit, still thinking of the boy.

>Did she follow him? Into this darkness? Or did he follow her?

>Look at this one. A human in monster's flesh.

>He cut himself on broken glass this morning. His hand is already healed.

>The beast fears nothing for himself. He throws himself between the others and the dark.

>But every night he fears they will die. They seem so very fragile to him.

>>49915237
>A dog at the call of a devil. A well-bred dog, but a dog nonetheless.
>He has everything he could possibly want, except freedom.
>Was it truly worth the price?
>Put on every mask you can- it cannot hide your shame from yourself.

>>49915237
>The mountains don't give back what they take

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> His birthright is found within arcane tomes of terrifying revelations.

> The fire that gave him so much warmth has gone out, beset by a terrible chill.

> He wasn't born to live a free life. He's all too bitterly aware.

> The militia guards against the evils stalking the earth. He turns his watchful eye to the starry skies.

>>49915237
>He laughs and jokes. But be wary, as the warmth in his eyes can quickly turn to ash.

>>49946285
I... I don't... what?

>He keeps himself a secret to everyone, even the ones he loves the most
>He sees his best friend like a brother he never had, but still keeps him from peace
>His biggest fear is to lose what he tried to keep the most

>His mind bears a great pain.
>He suspects everyone. But his exposure to the forces of the beyond have denied him the luxury of trust.
>Someday he will burn out and die, and his soul will be lost to the darker powers. He fears it with his every waking hour, even as he accepts it.

>He sometimes tastes the taint on the air. He says nothing to his comrades.

>>49951235
Just do it, they have a knife.

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>>49952918
I don't think you fully understand the nature of what's going on here.

Have you never played Dishonored?

>>49915237
Character 1:
>He is nothing more than a plebeian, but holds a secret that a King wants.
>Why are those who make people laugh the ones who only hold cynic smiles?
>He has always been a survivor. Always... Except when it mattered.
>When life gave him opportunities, he took them. When not, he created them.

Second Character:
>He struggles between two philosophies. If he doesn't choose, they'll tear him apart.
>Should a man who bowed to protect take a more agresive modus operandi? Can a man who swore to protect allow sacrifices?
>His blood is dirty with the stain of those who drink blood, the ones he hunts.
>He cannot let emotions control him, emotions get on the way. But closing your heart is just as dangerous...

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>>49952918

>His feet hurt
>He wishes he was at home sharpening his knives
>tfw everyone is obsessed with swords
>everyone wears the heaviest armour they can carry
>lel, enjoy getting a stiletto shoved between the plates
>I'm cold
>tfw no healer gf

Like that?

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>>49915237

>Every single days she thinks of Magdoline. Most days she cries.
>She practices because she is terrified of being stuck in the white room again.
>She worries that the lack of sexual attraction towards her boyfriend means she doesn't love him.
>If her friends turned on the Foundation she would kill them without a thought. She knows this.

>He's looking for someone important to him. He's afraid he'll find a corpse instead.

>he won't tell them this, but his new allies have become his greatest friends.

>he shields his emotions with a wall of sarcasm. But even he can see the cracks.

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>>49953145
>lel, enjoy getting a stiletto shoved between the plates
>implying that works

>>49915237

"The warmth is gone, but the light remains. He will never tell her who she reminds him of, but he dreams of fire."

>>49915237
>He has plans for every eventuality save for the realisation of his goals.

>>49915237
>The first time it was a lie, the second time it was delusion, the third it was truth, the fourth he was broken.
>He hates what they have become, he mourns what they might have been.
>His greatest fear is that he may be right.

>he was taken from his family. Raised by those who murdered them

>they turned him into a thief in order to earn his keep.

>He may never accept who he is.

>The city air does not agree with him, pains wrack his chest.

>The drink has becomes more pervasive in his life, no a constant companion.

>He thinks of things he thought forgotten, particularly his grandparents, he misses them.

>He does not tell him family of his hardship, for he does not wish them to worry.

>He wishes for hope, but has not found any for quite some time.

>>49915237
>A sad creature who tries to do good, yet fails when he gets close to success.

>His only way to deal with being powerless and not having a life is to embrace escapism in many ways.

>He loves his family, yet he wishes that they could see his succeed.

>He worries for his grandfather, and the old man has little time left.

>He regrets he couldn't be with his more often.

>If his grandfather passes away, a part of him will die as well.

>They fear the machine's fettered anger, but it wants nothing to do with them.

>It's seen the better of humanity reaped like wheat, and cut down the best personally.

>They fear its heart is violent, seeing themselves in the blank face. They paint it with blood and recoil from its crimson form.

> It only wants to see the worlds and carve its figurines. The guns on its hands are more shackles than the cage on its mind.

>It redefines its goals when it cannot achieve them. It has never failed in its own manner. Voices would disagree if they still drew breath.

>He's trying his very best.
>He's getting better every day.
>And he's trying his very best.

>>49915237

For a duo of characters that worked together.

>She thinks she's fixing problems, but she can't see what she tramples underfoot to put things right.

>So much power, with so little guidance. Fate and Foolishness will not prevent her fall.

>A band of thorns around her heart, a crown of thorns around her lover's mind.

-------------------------

>She put threw away the badge three years ago, but she still feels its weight.

>Her bones crack, her flesh tears, and she wakes up every day anew to find it mended.

>How many times must she be remade before she can't be called human?