In Character Interview Thread

[Voider]

What do the two Cs in this "CC" government/tyranny stand for? Are there any other nations/outside factions in your region/continent, and if so, what are their relations to this "CC"?

 

[Shawdios]

What do the two Cs in this "CC" government/tyranny stand for? Are there any other nations/outside factions in your region/continent, and if so, what are their relations to this "CC"?​

“Oh! Its not an official term, CC is just an abbreviation for what everyone in Lucifers calls it based off of where CC operates, Cult Center. They call themselves Angels of the Enlightened.”

He continues on into a ramble.

“And Yeah there are other nations, but Flurmere was a faction under the Keylia Union. According to Autumn and others that remember, before CC, Flurmere was a huge trade and labor power ‘cause of our magical inclination, but did not let non-porcilavians live here ‘cause we had an enormous population problem which lead to a lot of xenophobia that CC now drives their fear mongerin’ with. There was a lot of labor traffickin’, people on the streets, apathy towards people worse off than you, even kids.”

There’s a sigh.

“I have a very, very, very, vague memory of a workhouse from when I was really young, barely older than a newspawn, before Autumn took me and Rise in. Rise remembers stuff from when we were younger better than I do but I try not to ask about the really early stuff just based on what I remember.”

He switches topics and starts listing off different lands. The way he speaks makes it feel like he’s the type to be lifting fingers with each name.

“The other places i know of that were under the Union are, Harjewel, Blitigore, Swishec, and Beatuplo”

“Harjewel’s farther north and past the mountains, it's mainly populated by races that can burrow, but anyone looking for riches through shiny things lives there.”

“Blitigore is the most advanced in technology and is in the warmer lands down south, but it’s known mainly for its highest diversity ratio with over a hundred different registered races amongst its citizens and its capital Blitzety– er, Blitz City, the Music and Entertainment Capital of the world..”

He’s wistful as he mentions Blitzety.

“Then there’s Beatuplo, population mostly Insectborn’s, and heavily dominated by those of Bee or Ant species. You can only become a resident there through legal marriage if you arent of insect descent. Lotta fields, forests, and flowers.”

“Swishec is basically all the oceans and is underwater except for the coastal trade cities, mostly aquatic races for obvious reasons, but the coastal cities rival Blitigore in diversity. Lotta tourists like traveling there.”

He clicks his tongue when he ends the list.

“As for CC’s relations? Before CC rose to power, the Cult’s followers got the previous government to build a circle wall around Flurmere, then once they took over, they cut off trade with all other governments and isolated everyone. No one gets in, no one gets out.”

His sly smile could be heard through his tone,

“But, thanks to Autumn and other Enforcers on our side, we have our ways around that.”

​

 

[Daisie]

Have anyone you fancy in your sights?

 

[Shawdios]

Have anyone you fancy in your sights?​

He sputters unpreparedly at the question.

"I- well- maybe? Sam's told me Holly likes me, but it's not- it's complicated? She's on our side now but it wasn't always that way, I liked her when we were friends as kids, but that bridge was burned a long time ago. Then, both Star and Bezel, on separate occasions, has told me that James has been tryin' to get my attention, er- in a certain way, and uh, while he's really nice,"

his muttering of,

"and I wouldn't mind bein' in a relationship with him once this all is over,"

is just barely picked up by the mic.

"I dont think Star's explained that our race as a near whole isn't really interested in that? And I don't want to have to be the one that explains it to him."

There's a pause before he abruptly and embarrassedly adds,

"But that's not the type of question this was for!"

You could tell his face was red from the slight raise in pitch.

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(no question shall be turned away by the way)​

 

[Shawdios]

Going to hand off the hottseat to Daisie if they want it!
the questions and answers for flame are going to be cross posted onto the quest thread to be continued with there

 

[Daisie]

Ah wow! Me again. Let's see... Ichabod's been done already, and is currently in the throes of a psychotic break. We'll go with a different RP.

A dark, humanoid figure waltzes into the empty tavern, strutting calmly, but with a subtle air of confidence and pride. From the tips of his two horns that tower upwards to his very long, forked tail, an unnatural ashen black is his colour. Though he doesn't appear to wear clothes, he also doesn't appear indecent, either. His form is fit and youthful, but the face is where it gets interesting, lacking any sort of visible features. Eyes, nose, mouth - none of it is present.

Nonetheless, the demonic figure seems to exude a smug expression somehow, his gaze immediately locked on you like a vice. His footfalls are near-silent as he makes his way over to the bar, taking up a stool directly next to you.

"You that interviewer everyone's been beaming about?" His voice dwells in the higher end of masculinity, but has a sly, distrustful lilt to it. "I heard you might be here."

He leans against the bar top with an elbow, resting a palm against his cheekbone with a creeping smile that can only be sensed. "Gotta say, you've really piqued my curiosity, yourself. And if I were you, I'd be just... thrilled to interview a demon from the Tenth."

He leans in closer, his very presence invasive in nature. But he holds out a hand for a quick handshake before returning to his previous posture with teasing flick of his tail. "Malice, of the Tenth. Please, ask away. I'm just begging to answer."

 

[Ashy_OCdesigns]

What is the tenth? Is a dimension or sorts?

 

[redraider]

If there's a Tenth, is there a First through Ninth?

 

[Caffeinated Joy]

Hello, Malice. What was a life-defining moment that shaped you into the person you are today?

 

[Daisie]

What is the tenth? Is a dimension or sorts?

"Could call it that," Malice answers simply, head cocking to the side with a touch of playfulness. "Forgot, mortals aren't used to the idea, heh. The Tenth is the deepest layer of hell... if you could call it that. We call them layers, like some elevator'll just take you to whatever floor you want. No, really they're more like you said: dimensions."

His lengthy, slender tail swings side to side, the arrow-shape at the tip of it wavering with it. "Takes a 'hell' of a lotta power and know-how in order to portal into the others. Unless you got some real specific relics or are a top dog at triple-D's, you're stuck where you wake up."

If there's a Tenth, is there a First through Ninth?

Malice snaps his fingers, pointing a finger-gun at you. "Bingo. You catch on quick, don'tcha?"

"Like I said. Not a lotta travel between the layers. But yeah, the First isn't all that bad, if I do say so." He gestures with a hand, recalling the place in question. "Some say it's heaven. Others believe heaven is its own thing, somewhere far away from the likes of us. But most of us just call the First just that. First layer. Seems like those who wake in there are the least offensive of us lot, and we get just a bit more unbearable the farther down you go."

A smirk radiates from his face. "Guess Dante didn't want to mention the last one, eh?"

Hello, Malice. What was a life-defining moment that shaped you into the person you are today?

Malice starts chuckling, amused. At first it doesn't seem like he's even interested in answering the question, but eventually, he elaborates. "Sorry, just... Everyone already knows. You ask that to anyone down at home, and if they're in a good enough mood to even grace you with an answer, it's all gonna be the same thing."

He then presses his fingertips into the varnished wood, his palm a few inches above. "Turns out the most significant moment of your mortal life is your death. Then everything changes. You wake up in the dirt, you dig your way out of hell's sod, and you get used to your new body, 'cause you're certainly not gonna have your human one again."

Another laugh escapes him, this time softer... more sinister.

"And if you find yourself down in the Tenth, you abandon your god, your prayers, your beliefs... whatever putrid humanity you have left inside you, and you run."

 

[Ashy_OCdesigns]

What is being in the tenth like? Is it painful or lonely? Or is it just your version of normal?
Second question: is there any part of humanity you're fascinated with?

 

[Daisie]

What is being in the tenth like? Is it painful or lonely? Or is it just your version of normal?

Malice's expression, hidden somewhere on his unseen face, turns into something more intense. A deeper sort of stare that doesn't let go.

"... Well," he finally answers, gaze unwavering. "The worst of humanity wakes up down there. I'd ask you to imagine for yourself what that's like, but I'm not even sure most demons understand what that really means. See, these aren't hardened criminals. They're not abusive ex-lovers. These aren't even the people you see on the national news."

He leans back, tapping his fingers against the bar top. "The demons here, with little exception, are the ones you never even knew you shared air with. The remorseless degenerates whose smile is still real when you pass them by on the street. True evil."

The pause he leaves seems to thicken the air with tension. Then a small smirk radiates from him.

"... I'll spare you the graphics, but when you get down to it, all that really matters in the Tenth is pain and pleasure... and you're taught pretty quickly that there isn't much difference between the two."

 

[Caffeinated Joy]

What did you do to earn your place in the Tenth? Who were you before you were Malice?

 

[Daisie]

(forgot this bit, lol)

Second question: is there any part of humanity you're fascinated with?

"Any part of humanity?" Malice echoes, having to stop and think for a moment. His toes curl around the barstool's footrest, idly. "To be honest, I don't think of humanity a lot. Got a lot to keep up with down in hell."

"Mm, there is the nature of the soul, though. It's the only thing we get to keep with us when we get our demonic bodies. We wake in hell and our souls start go through this 'petrification' process. Hardens it down and makes it kaput... but the newbies in the other levels still have fresh ones from the mortal world."
He then gestures, rubbing his fingers together. "Can get you some unbelievable dough if you know how to handle them, though. Soul magic's risky, but there's nothing quite like it."

What did you do to earn your place in the Tenth? Who were you before you were Malice?

A wicked smirk flashes across Malice's expression. He leans forward, his hand resting on his knee. "The cardinal rule of hell: don't ask about the mortal life."

But he leans back again, crossing one leg over the other. "We don't repeat our mortal names. Those are ours to keep. But I could give you a taste. To tell you the truth, I didn't do a whole lot. It's more about... ah, how to say this? The things I... 'encouraged'."

He rubs his hands together with a small laugh, seemingly directed at himself. "Again, I don't think you'd be too fond of the details, but... Turns out, with enough practice... after the setup, the patience, the gentlest of pushes... The sweetest taste in the world is getting someone to tear apart their own life, brick by brick, and letting them think it was their idea."

He shivers, a grin slinking through his voice. "You know what's so much better than drugs...? Becoming someone else's addiction."

 

[Caffeinated Joy]

What's a typical day like for you?

 

[Daisie]

(gah, terribly sorry Caffeine. Got too busy to reply and this question stumped me too much XD)

My time is up though, thanks everyone! Caffeinated Joy , I choose you! Get yer character up there.

 

[Caffeinated Joy]

(gah, terribly sorry Caffeine. Got too busy to reply and this question stumped me too much XD)

My time is up though, thanks everyone! Caffeinated Joy , I choose you! Get yer character up there.

it's OK. I completely understand both busy and stumped. OK...let me think about what character to choose. I have too many options lol.

 

[Caffeinated Joy]

A roaring fire hisses and pops within a massive fireplace, the sound welcoming against that of the storm raging outside. The howling wind rises to a shriek of sound as the door opens and a woman in a well-fitted leather and fur guard’s uniform enters, pausing to hold the door open for a giant bear of man to follow. He stoops over and almost squeezes through; his clothing similar to the guard’s but more elaborately decorated. He pauses, his gaze strafing around the room, pausing briefly on the waiting assembly, and his brown eyes give off a slight yellow glow as they catch the firelight.

“Everything all right, Captain?” The smaller guard asks.

The captain grunts and enters the room, straightening to his full height. To call him tall would be just as much of an understatement as calling any canyon a big hole in the ground. The captain looms. His hair is tied back in an only partially successful effort at keeping his black, unruly hair out of his face. Loose tendrils hang in wet waves around his ears, and he reaches up with a gloved hand to push them out of the way before scratching at his beard.

“Fine.” He growls and unhooks his wet coat. He eyeballs the chair he’s supposed to sit in suspiciously. “Do you think you could have found a smaller chair?”

The woman clears her throat, “Apologies, Captain- “

“Hector.” The man interrupts. “Mr. Darius, if you insist on formality, but I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Apologies…sir. We don’t have much need to host people of your, erm, size.”

“No, I don’t suppose you do.” Hector approaches the chair and sighs in resignation before kicking it aside and sitting on the floor, heedless of the water from his clothes soaking into the carpet. He waves the woman’s protest away, “It’s OK. I’m used to it.” He gestures to the waiting group, “Don’t want to keep them waiting while you look for a chair you probably don’t have. Thank you.”

She chews the inside of her cheek nervously before nodding and giving him a sharp salute. “Sir.” She gestures to a stairway, “I’ll be upstairs if you need anything.”

Hector peels off his gloves and sets them on one knee, “Well. My name, as you heard, is Hector Darius.” He grimaces, as if tasting something foul, “Captain Hector Darius. Pardon me for dripping all over the place. If this is your first visit to Korillo…we get weather here. Now. What can I do for you?”

 

[Voider]

Glad to meet you, Mr. Darius. Myself, along with the others here, would like to ask you some questions.

I see that you, along with the woman who was here, are guards. Who do you work for, if anyone, and what do you guard?

Also, I do apologize if this is insensitive, but I cannot deny my curiousity: are people of your height common here?

 

[Caffeinated Joy]

Glad to meet you, Mr. Darius. Myself, along with the others here, would like to ask you some questions.

I see that you, along with the woman who was here, are guards. Who do you work for, if anyone, and what do you guard?

Also, I do apologize if this is insensitive, but I cannot deny my curiousity: are people of your height common here?

Hector chuckles and shakes his head, "I don't mind curiosity. It's better than stares and assumptions, which I get plenty of outside the Royal Capital. Even more outside of Korillo." He shrugs out of his wet coat and tosses it across the seat of the chair. The short answer is 'no'. The long answer is complicated. Korillans are sturdy. You can't grow up here and not be. They're also a bit taller, on average than most others from elsewhere, but not as tall as me, or my family. Am I tall here? Yes. Am I tall at home? Sort of. Tall-ish."

He shifts his weight on the floor and gestures to the chair, "If people of my size were common, I'd be sitting on one of those. As for your other question, yes, the private and i are guards. Every guard you see in this uniform is a Guard of Korillo, and we guard this kingdom, its people and our king. Or, whoever King Briar tells us to guard."

 

[Voider]

What is life like for a guard of Korillo? The specific jobs or missions, the dangers you face, the people you meet, the places you travel to, the payment and work times, and other such things?

 

[Caffeinated Joy]

Hector stares as the questions come rolling out one after the other. He pauses, as if unsure how to answer, or how much to say. “Life for a guard of Korillo? It, depending on where in Korillo you’re posted, can be a lot of hard work, which suits me fine. I like hard work. Yes, it can be dangerous, but life here is dangerous. You go anywhere else, and this weather is ‘shut everything the fuck down and hide’ weather. To us, this is just rain. When I say we have weather here, I mean it. We have weather here, and it can overwhelm. All of us, regardless of rank, whether you’re human, gifted human or otherfolk, are expected to pitch in when a house is overwhelmed by a mudslide, or someone’s roof has caved in under the weight of snow, or an earthquake has opened a sinkhole under a barn. I’ve lost track of the times I’ve stood hip deep in mud, snow or water, holding up a wall while others got civilians to safety.”

He pauses again as a door opens, and the welcoming scent of hearty stew, fresh bread and grilled meats wafts in. An elderly man totters out, laden with a heaping tray, and Hector leaps to his feet, swearing under his breath. “Let me get this.” He says as he plucks the heavy tray from the old man’s arms as it weighs nothing and carries it back to the table. “Thank you. I’m starving.”

He glances as the assembled people as a he grabs the jug of ale and takes a swallow. “I’m going to eat while we talk, if that’s OK with you. Help yourself, if you want. There’s plenty. Now. We were talking about the dangers of my job, the people I meet, the payment and etc.” He rips of a chunk of bread and dips it into the stew before shoving it into his mouth. “Everyone’s experience in the guard will be different. If you get posted in an outlying village, you’ll spend most of your time helping with weather cleanup and chasing down the odd bandit. King Briar saw me and decided I had to be in his personal guard.” He meets everyone’s gazes directly, and the weight of it is almost overbearing. There’s something of a challenge in his gaze, as if he’s expecting trouble. “Otherfolk are welcome here. I’m Ursine. We’re not exactly populous these days, and King Briar wasted no time claiming me. I protect him, and whoever he tells me to protect. He’s a good man, thankfully. He’s good friends with King Elliot, and the two of them meet often to try and figure out what King Jerrod in Mirim is thinking. The most dangerous thing I’ve done is escort King Elliot’s daughter, Princess Oksana, into Mirim to assess King Jerrod’s stance on Otherfolk. I had to pass as a gifted human.” His lip curls into a sneer. “Fuckers.” He snarls.

 

[Caffeinated Joy]

Well, my time is up, so I hereby nominate Voider .

 

[Voider]

Hopefully I set the scene well! Edit 1: Forgot it was "adventurer" and not "adventurer's".

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The interviewer (You/RPN) approaches the doors of a moderately large, medieval looking building, with a sign hanging above that reads "Adventurer Guild".

Entering the building, the interviewer is met with a spacious and pristine room. A billboard with papers, detailing various requests and missions, hangs on the left wall. Towards the back, there is a long desk manned by a couple attendants, talking and exchanging items, coins, and the previously mentioned papers with varied individuals. From fancy to simple, standard clothing to heavy armor, swords to bows, short to tall, and human to fae, beast, or construct, the diversity is astounding.

To the right wall, however, is a large doorway, labelled with a sign that says "Guild Tavern". This was the destination of the interviewer, though not for the reason others may think. Walking in, the tavern room is nearly just as large as the first, with tables strewn about, people eating and, of course, drinking. The room is also filled with the sounds of chatter and music, though at the moment, it seems to be kept at a mostly reasonable level of volume.

What catches the interviewer's eye is a table at the far end of the room, with two chairs, and only one occupant. There sits a reptilian man, his reddish-orange scales, tail, and snout unmistakably denoting him as one of the beast race. He wears a brown coat, with a musket shouldered across his back; a bandolier with small containers and a bag hangs across his chest, while a rucksack and bedroll lean on the chair.

As the interviewer approaches, the beastman lifts his head up from a mug of water and plate of buttered bread, giving a narrowed but curious look. "Hmph, greetings. You're the one who wished to interview me, correct?" He asks, before gesturing with his hand to the empty seat. "The name is Darin, marksman." A slight scowl forms on his face, "You won't see too many of my profession around Ryke, or the Second Continent, for that matter. Not yet, at least."

While the interviewer sits down at the table, Darin finishes a quick sip of water, "Well then, what questions do you have?"

 

[Caffeinated Joy]

Hello Darin, marksman. It's good to meet you. It's a little hard to know where to start. OK...can you tell us about the Adventurer's Guild?