[ He wasn't ever supposed to see the light of the sun again. He had been consigned to the void; to the nothingness between all things. To endure and to be, the receptacle of all of the world's hatred. And yet - here he was, standing in the light, blinking as he picked sap and spoil off of himself. He doesn't look like much - a young man with dark skin, covered in dark, intricate tattoos that seem to carry a sense of foreboding about them. He sneezes once, twice, and then dusts himself off with a little groan. ]
What's the big deal? Not that I'm complaining too much, but this isn't where I'm supposed to be!
[ He frowns. ]
...Don't even have a contract, huh? Oi-
[ He stares at the... human? Person? He's found. ]
What is this? You got any idea?
II. Springstar
[ Honestly, this place is nice enough. He has to admit it's kinda neat to actually, you know, be able to walk around again. Smell the air. Taste food. Even if he's not sure why he's one of the people who's been pulled into this thing. It's not like he's particularly powerful. Or particularly good. Or really... much of anything. But if that gets him a chance to be at a prty, maybe he shouldn't complain? Then again, seeing humanity on display like this - oh, that awaken that old familiar feeling in his chest. That warmth. That heat.
Ah, yes.
Hatred.
He finds someone - he doesn't particularly care who, a sly, nasty sort of smile on his face. ]
It's kind of typical, isn't it? These people come out with some sort of victory party and there's still people belly-aching about someone not being good enough.
[ He's not particularly invested. He just sounds incredibly amused by it.
Alternatively, he can be found loading up on food.
Look, he likes food and eating. ]
III. Highstorm
[ In Highstorm, he also pokes around, listening to people, lurking in the background. Going here and there and seeing what these people have to say. They're the losers of... whatever this recent Oracle thing was, apparently, and that's interesting on all its own. But he's not sure he cares too much about the politics of it just yet. Instead he finds himself in the antiquities market - and there he can be found with a picture puzzle.
Maybe it's nostalgia. Maybe it's just because he's bored.
But he's half crouched in between a pair of shops, just moving the little squares around. Click, click, click. It distracts him. Keeps him entertained.
Definitely not because it reminds him of someone. ]
IV. Communion
Hey, this is wild. Didn't know I could poke around in the heads of a bunch of people. How's this work if you end up fucking? Do you just have to listen to someone? How hard is it to keep people out?
[ Asking the real questions. ]
V. Wildcard
[ Anything else! He'll be poking around just about everywhere. ]
Avenger | Fate/Hollow Ataraxia
[ He wasn't ever supposed to see the light of the sun again. He had been consigned to the void; to the nothingness between all things. To endure and to be, the receptacle of all of the world's hatred. And yet - here he was, standing in the light, blinking as he picked sap and spoil off of himself. He doesn't look like much - a young man with dark skin, covered in dark, intricate tattoos that seem to carry a sense of foreboding about them. He sneezes once, twice, and then dusts himself off with a little groan. ]
What's the big deal? Not that I'm complaining too much, but this isn't where I'm supposed to be!
[ He frowns. ]
...Don't even have a contract, huh? Oi-
[ He stares at the... human? Person? He's found. ]
What is this? You got any idea?
II. Springstar
[ Honestly, this place is nice enough. He has to admit it's kinda neat to actually, you know, be able to walk around again. Smell the air. Taste food. Even if he's not sure why he's one of the people who's been pulled into this thing. It's not like he's particularly powerful. Or particularly good. Or really... much of anything. But if that gets him a chance to be at a prty, maybe he shouldn't complain? Then again, seeing humanity on display like this - oh, that awaken that old familiar feeling in his chest. That warmth. That heat.
Ah, yes.
Hatred.
He finds someone - he doesn't particularly care who, a sly, nasty sort of smile on his face. ]
It's kind of typical, isn't it? These people come out with some sort of victory party and there's still people belly-aching about someone not being good enough.
[ He's not particularly invested. He just sounds incredibly amused by it.
Alternatively, he can be found loading up on food.
Look, he likes food and eating. ]
III. Highstorm
[ In Highstorm, he also pokes around, listening to people, lurking in the background. Going here and there and seeing what these people have to say. They're the losers of... whatever this recent Oracle thing was, apparently, and that's interesting on all its own. But he's not sure he cares too much about the politics of it just yet. Instead he finds himself in the antiquities market - and there he can be found with a picture puzzle.
Maybe it's nostalgia. Maybe it's just because he's bored.
But he's half crouched in between a pair of shops, just moving the little squares around. Click, click, click. It distracts him. Keeps him entertained.
Definitely not because it reminds him of someone. ]
IV. Communion
Hey, this is wild. Didn't know I could poke around in the heads of a bunch of people. How's this work if you end up fucking? Do you just have to listen to someone? How hard is it to keep people out?
[ Asking the real questions. ]
V. Wildcard
[ Anything else! He'll be poking around just about everywhere. ]