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- Primarily Prefer Male
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- Action, Fantasy, Romance, Modern, Magical, Sci-Fi, Steampunk, etc.
You wake up in a dim lit room, stirrings creaking the bloodied tables your body lays upon. You are not the only one in this room as others begin to stir. Your head pounds in pain, faded memories grasping to the surface but the deeper you delve into those faded memories the more it hurts and the less you remember of who you are. All you have is a name, your name or so you believe. Every single one of you has the same bandage wrapped around the same wrist with a spot of blood peeking through. You feel different somehow--as if you are stronger, faster and lighter on your feet.
In the next room is a man, clad in Hunter garb with blood soaking the black material. He was watching the front door which he had barred with shelves and chairs. A pistol hanging in his left hand, and his right hand holding onto a curved black blade with a strange hilt. On his back was a fold scythe that would unfold and connect to the hilt of the curved blade, creating a dual headed scythe. He had no passing knowledge of the groups awakening, but they only had one exit and that was through the Hunter who was waiting patiently.
Words ring in your ears, incoherent except for one line. "End the Hunt." and it played in your mind like a record that was frozen in time. The wood creaked as your bodies shifted from the bloodied tables you were operated upon. It was eerily quiet in the room. Not a window in sight to gaze into the fires that burned Yharnam as her people fought for their lives and were taken by the beasthood to only fuel the Hunt even more. The more the people fought and struggled against the Hunt, the harder it had become on the Hunters. Time was not on your side.
You were above the Outsider Workshop, hidden in the middle of Yharnam. It was deep underground with the elevator that gave access to the Workshop just in the next room with the Hunter, Viktor, who was humming now. Little choices are to be made with no escape. You could only move forward and see what the night has to bring, and may you all succeed and survive on the perilous hunt.
In the next room is a man, clad in Hunter garb with blood soaking the black material. He was watching the front door which he had barred with shelves and chairs. A pistol hanging in his left hand, and his right hand holding onto a curved black blade with a strange hilt. On his back was a fold scythe that would unfold and connect to the hilt of the curved blade, creating a dual headed scythe. He had no passing knowledge of the groups awakening, but they only had one exit and that was through the Hunter who was waiting patiently.
Words ring in your ears, incoherent except for one line. "End the Hunt." and it played in your mind like a record that was frozen in time. The wood creaked as your bodies shifted from the bloodied tables you were operated upon. It was eerily quiet in the room. Not a window in sight to gaze into the fires that burned Yharnam as her people fought for their lives and were taken by the beasthood to only fuel the Hunt even more. The more the people fought and struggled against the Hunt, the harder it had become on the Hunters. Time was not on your side.
You were above the Outsider Workshop, hidden in the middle of Yharnam. It was deep underground with the elevator that gave access to the Workshop just in the next room with the Hunter, Viktor, who was humming now. Little choices are to be made with no escape. You could only move forward and see what the night has to bring, and may you all succeed and survive on the perilous hunt.