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Started March 14, 2023 by Deleted user

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Name: Vespera Dellian Morte
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Description-
She is 6'9" and weighs 45.3592 kg. Her long, messy hair is jet black; her eyes are charcoal grey/black that glow with an undead light and have black sclera. Her skin is ashy white, and she has a slim but lightly muscled figure. She is a D cup. Her left hand is completely black, with tendrils of the cursed ink slowly spreading their way up her arm. On her back, where her heart would be if she still had one, is a black mark in the shape of a hole shattered in a porcelain doll, with the according lines radiating out, a symbol of how her heart had been torn out for payment by her patron.
Personality: Calm, adaptable, capable, clear-headed, curious, decisive, disciplined, dignified, dutiful, dedicated, focused, honest, logical, observant, organised, patient, eperimental, impersonal, obedient (to her patron), solemn, uninhibited, apathetic, artificial, calculating, and fanatical towards her patron.

Outfit-

Abilities: Data Absorption (can absorb an infinite ammount of information and store it anywhere) and True Magic Usage (can use any form of magic up to and including world level spells)
Link: Invalid Character

Name: Samuel Benedict Starr-Blacarrow
Age: Approx. 25
Gender: Male
Appearance-
Eyes) Jade green with hints of gold and light brown
Hair) Sandy blond, again with the hints of gold and light brown.
Skin) lightly tanned.
Height) 5’9”
Weight) 156lbs
Body Type) lean
Personality: Sam takes cruel pleasure in anything to do with pain. But not his own, he finds his own pain horrific. The siting of it, and. The lash it takes through his body terrifies him.
The pain he finds amusing and pleasing is the pain of others. The screams of others are like sweet music to his ears.
Most of the time.
He has a split personality, how else has he been able to hide who he is for so long? His other side is the nice young man everyone thinks he is, with his dark street of humor, and joy of learning.
Inside his mind is a constant battle for control, but sometimes, his insane side gives up the fight, mostly when Sam is in public and doesn’t want the Insane side found out.
Likes:
-Maiming and Roturing; He loves watch the blood well up around the wounds and the screams of pian
-Killing; After he's had his fun, he'll take one more pleasure and watch the light fade from their eyes.
-(Sane Sam) Dark Jokes; He has a darker sense of humor and loves to use it.
Dislikes:
-Resilient People; He hates people/animals that don't scream, and will usually end up Killing them right away.
-Health; He likes his victims to start healthy, but he Likes to make them sick to watch the suffer and see what the diseases will do to them.
-(Sane Sam) The Smell of Festern Wounds; Though this is something Insane Sam likes to an extent, Sane Sam cannot deal with it and will do whatever he can to not be around it.
Hobbies:
-Killing; Killing is his second most pleasure, beneath torturing.
-Hunting; No, not for food, but for sport. He enjoys hunting human and making them run before he catches them.
-Weapon Making; This is another San Sam thing, though he probably shouldn’t do it, fr its providing weapons for his Insane side, he still enjoys making the weapons themselves.
Talents: (All of these ar for Sane Sam)
-Singing; Sane Sam has a knack for it, he can just sing
-Black Smithing; Making weapons is something he enjoys to do, and it comes naturally to him.
-Healing Knowledge; Sane Sam loves helping people in pain, but Insane Sam uses this knowledge to keep his victims alive longer.
Fears:
-Sedatiphobia; Fear of silence
-Being caught in the things he’s done. (Sane Sam i afrond of gett8ing caught, not so much Insane Sam)
Conditions-
Mental: He has MPD, suffering from 2/3 of him being insane and 1/3 of him being Sane, his two sides are constantly at war with eachother.
Physical: N/A
Background: WIP, but pretty much what was laid out in the prompt.
<strong Other:</strong> N/A

Silence and darkness.

That seemed to be the norm of this forest, from what Vespera had seen of it so far.

She was curious as to why. So she was exploring the forest.

After what was about an hour or so of walking, during which she'd charted all her findings in her grimoire, she stumbles across a clearing with a peculiar sight.

A man, conducting experiments on a curious little creature of the woods.

She stops and watches, taking note of his hands and face as he worked.

(Ugh, out of my comfort zone, so I'll di.my best-)

Sam was crouched over a squirrel, humming to himself as he worked, winding if this time. This time, it would work. After a few moments of folding around, the squirrel finally died and disappointment flashed across his face and then he kicked the dead animal away, scoring at it.

So, he couldn't speed up the animals heart rate and make it more get to its suroundings. He'd just killed it. But that was fine too. As well as the squirrel's pain. He could delight in that as well.

He looks around, wondering if he should give up for the day or keep trying.

Vespera stays still, wrapping the environment around herself by bending the light and perception of reality around herself so she wouldn't be caught just yet.

This way even if the man could see through her illusion his eyes would simply skip over her as if she weren't even there.

She takes out her grimoire and lets the memory of the man's face and figure flow into it, noting the subtleties of his current expression as well.

Sam frowns at the dead squirrel, his expression changing slightly from anger and disappointment to sorrow and pain for just a second before flashing back. He slides his hands into his pokets, walking away from the dead animal and grumbling softly to himself.

Maybe next he'd try to work on speeding the heart uo, but not so fast next time.