Anyone want to interpret our monstrous crusader's personality in the reviews? I'm curious how you think of our Grimm.
To the story of the lone beast.
(T-L-G)
As I follow the Alpha and Cyrin, my head gets impacted by the doorframe, "Damn Vena..." My eyes focus on the two Venators, "Damn door frames." I rub the impacted area and look if the hand is stained. Fortunately, there's naught on my palms. "Are you alright?" The Alpha says with worry, it's quite repetitive.
"I am... alright. It was... my own fault."
My neck moves itself down to fit my shape, and I see the room in full. It's more different then the one I was carried to. From what I remember from the collective memories, a metallic hole is a sink, 3 small wooden structures supported by four thin legs are chairs. And one long flat object with the same amount is a table. I wonder if Venators have the ability to keep their memories when they die. Is that how they created these objects?
I can see the table's use but what of the chairs, they don't seem have great stopping power. They're useless and ornate at best. "I'll go make another dish for ya, Mr..." She looks at me with anticipation as she stop her sentence.
"What are you... waiting for?" My vocals let out.
"We never did get your name." Name? I can't use my own, it would seem off and they could suspect me of being... something else.
"He doesn't know yours, 'sis'." Cyrin backtalks her Alpha with a sense of attitude.
"Oh, right. Sorry for that." She says in a pathetic yet cheerful manner. "My name is Asoar." She takes the ends of the cloth and bows to me. Asoar and Cyrin, they have 5 letters in them. Are they that pompous?
That is not the matter, I must seem"A pleasure to... meet you Asoar."
"Wow, he's sounds exactly like a Atlas stooge." Was that a insult? It sounds derogatory enough that my instincts translates my body to stand in front of her and look down upon her. She looks up to meet my eyes.
Asoar stands between me and looks at her. "I'm sorry about her."
"I'm not."
"Cyrin, you brought him here, so be polite to our guest."
"You know what, let him take mine!" She takes her eyes off of mine and quickly walks away. "I wasn't that hungry, bitch!"
"Cyrin!" She initially looks like she was going to lunge at her but stops herself. She pulls the chair and goes to sit on it. Is that what their purpose is, as a meaningless object for comfort?
Perhaps this is their way of... Why does my stomach churn and ache now? I feel like I need retch it out. "Is there a... *raspy inhale* a door?"
She looks up to me, "It's on your left and-" I quickly run to it, open its lock and push it open. My pads feel the natural blades and my vision brings me to a growing tree. I drop next to it on my knees and hands, projecting out black bile on the grass. The bile burns my throat and mouth, eyes water up and my stomach feels like it's getting stabbed and stitched simultaneously.
"By the essence of the God of Darkness, why am I-" More bile climb up my throat before I can finish my sentence.
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After what I can assume is minutes and minutes of puking out the bile, I shake my head out to take off the drowsiness. I look at the black liquid with intrigue as the grass and some bark around it withers. What is it? My essence or is it something that is Venator? It's not important but it is a hindrance to me. I must overcome it eventually, for now on, I'll ignore the urges.
I begin to get back up and head back into the house, but my eyes falter on... me...
The last sounds I hear... is a hard thud and small blades... coming to my face...
(Character Change)
"Hey, morning's up! Time to earn your keep!" I hear from coming below me. It's a man's voice being muffled by the wooden doors.
Getting myself off the haystacks, I look to my table and see that weapon, flashing back to... regrettable memories.
"-my mission to destroy everything you love."
That day still plagues my mind, even after I did took three of my own fingers to not hold that weapon of my 'justice'. Why did I ever thought of that? What was I even thinking? I hear the barn doors opening, it's probably Asoar or Cyrin.
"Yo, Red! You coming out or not?" it's Cyrin.
"I'm coming! Just let get my overalls on!" I grab my denim overalls and put my arms through the suspenders and tighten them to my shoulders. I slide on my old gloves and grab hold of the plank blocking me and pull it up with ease. I put it aside and go down on the ladder. One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps it takes for me to see Cyrin.
"Sup?" I jump down the hay ridden floor with no effort. Lucky I'm wearing my gloves this time.
"Morning." I say to her, grabbing a hoe and a handheld sprinkler while Cyrin grabs the seeds, "Ready for another rinse and repeat?"
"You ever going to tell me how you got that-"
"No." I use my shoulder to push the barn door open. Sunshine briefly takes my eyes before I look away and see the other farmers at work. Cyrin pouts at me before nudging me under my left arm.
"Come on Bull boy, at least I think so. Is your Faunus trait a Bull or something else?" She said.
I give her a scoff, "Honestly, I don't even know. Now shut up, we got work."
(Back on our abominable knight)
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My mind is coming back to me. Where am I? Did Ka-an and Zix... Right, they're not here. I was in a house with two Venators named Cyrin and Asoar. And I passed out outside. My body feels reinvigorated and revived and this body's hands puts itself flat on the ground for the legs to place itself back up. Looking up to the blue sky, the solis has risen. I must head to Vale.
I must get to Vale and the killer of my pack will pay. Pay? No. no, no I shouldn't feel that. This body is continuing to make me feel positive emotions. I do not need it.
Sounds coming in front, birds chirp from above, "Gods, Mister!" That vocalization, it's Asoar's.
"Mister! Did you accidently hit your head?"
"Dougal." I say.
"Dougal?" She repeats.
Venators, "My name is Ares Dougal."
(T-L-G)
That's all I have. I'm sorry, but I'll think of more on later chapters. They'll vary from either 1,000 or 3,000 most likely.
He's been on the RWBY Amino.
And time to explain some things. I thought of some new lore for the Grimm. Spoilers for Volume 6.
Grimm aren't really soulless, they're just trapped. The Grimm bodies are just vessels for them to roam around. Their souls are actually all of the previous humans that had lived before Salem inadvertently killed them. Overtime, their souls began to transfer memories once their vessels die and on some occasion, a soul splits into halves and can even create a King Taijitu or another vessel.
And vessels are mostly made of numerous parts of animal bones and flesh and a small portion of the God of Darkness' essence.
When the vessel 'dies', it dissipates and become smoke. It takes the soul with it and creates another vessel when it comes back to the Pools of Destruction.
Thus creating the Grimm, magic-filled souls bound in bodies that tortures them to seek out negative emotions. Constantly craving to stop the noise, they kill those who have them or stands in their way for it to stop. But they die and relive again and again.
That's how I like to see the Grimm. Probably why I hate villains and love antagonists. At some point, I might mess up so tell me in the reviews. Speaking of which...
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Merendinoemiliano: Well, I never really had thought of this until I remember Pacific Rim and I think that one episode on X-Files about the man who absorbs diseases.
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