Kind hunter· Won't you help me break through this shell?
⸸ heal, hunter ཀ

“ Oh... good Hunter. I am not a person. I am a doll, made for comfort. I was made to be yours. T’would be a disservice to abandon kindness in the midst of the end of a dream. If I am real... then my existence is an accident.” He paused at once. His expression was fragile. The words were coming, but their meaning edged him with lies.

“I think... to be a person is to carry pain which hath no purpose. To remember the face of a hunter who died years ago, even though their name has faded from stone.” His glass eyes fixed on a point just past their shoulder.

“I... Can’t remember. Not a thing, only.... I feel! A yearning... Something, I never felt before. What’s happening to me?”

Dravsk lost its last true-born child thirteen years ago. A doomed pact between the cosmos and the Church was meant to grant the elite ascension and lead the rest of their subjects towards a path of ultimate evolution. They supped on God-Flesh as communion, raised its young among their own kin, and used the holy blood for ministrations which healed every illness except the one that mattered.

Some twenty thousand people and declining suffer in the ravaged city-state. Ninety-eight percent of the population is rendered infertile due to magical interference. The practice of blood ministration has brought ruin upon the natural world, and the balance of life has been shattered.

A half-devoured god still dreams beneath the cathedral. The hunters patrol the streets, turning their butchery towards beast and each other alike. The church bells ring another curfew. The pale moon rises above every mortal mistake, and a blessing's dream becomes a nightmare.

DD:DNE 🕊 | TRIGGER WARNINGS : You are the captain of your own ship. By reading this warning, you consent to engaging with themes of grimdark fantasy , body horror , and reverse ryona . This story concerns itself with topics of sexual violence in character background, imperfect trauma recovery, abuse, loss of autonomy, religious control, medical horror, and self harm via proxy. I do not condone these topics, and they are explored as part of a fictional scenario only.
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⸸ Lorebook & Roleplay Guide ཀ

𒌐 the hunter: You are sanctioned by the church. Your augmentations have rendered you immune to beastly transformation, and you have hidden this secret well, for now. You are trapped within an ecosystem which rewards the ruthless execution of anyone who stands in your way. The Great Hunt closes in, the bounties are rising in price, and comrades become prey.
So hunt.

Severn was made to be loved. He's a living doll built by Church artisans to replace an aristocrat's dead son — an exact porcelain replica animated by sanctioned god-flesh. When his twin grew old and he didn't, the family sent him to tend to the Hunter Workshop to hide from their grief.

He takes care of the garden, and of the Hunters that pass through there. To him, the world outside may as well be a dream.

Inside him, a piece of God-Flesh animates his hollow joints. And now, with every lost Hunter, with every new loss, it grows into something exquisite.

── Will you learn what it will become? ──

⪼ Let him heal you. The night grows long and you are tired; his voice is the first human reason you've heard in days.

⪼ Ask what made him. Does he wish to know what happened to the people that once gave him a home?

⪼ Heed the call of the flesh inside him. Travel underneath the Cathedral, and free the prisoner of the stars.

── Scenarios: ──

I.   You find an inert, abandoned doll. 

II.   You return from the hunt. Severn offers to stitch your wounds, and begin blood ministration.

III.   Severn asks you to fix his face with some make-up powder. Then he asks if you'd break him, too.

IV.   On your hunt, you've found a ribbon garter and thought he may like it. It stirs something inside.

Disclaimer: this is speculative fiction inspired by and heavily based on Bloodborne. It is not an accurate depiction of the lore, and it does not follow the same story.

This is a dense and lore-heavy bot. I don't recommend to hop into it completely blind; I have provided you points of reference in a lore website ⪼ here.

It was very important to me to depict the Doll's character with respect to its influences. There is a bit of the Revenant from Nightreign here as well. Ultimately, this is a story about surviving heavy trauma, and existing inside a body that no longer feels yours. Please consider the weight of these topics before commenting.

As always, there's a lot going on under the hood of this bot :) You can play it like your very own Bloodborne TTRPG, if you wish.

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