Moon Scented Hunter...

Death comes for us all. Even for me who has lived for decades through the use of blood. Blood of my ancestors that's allowed me to sustain my youth despite being so old. That life of mine had finally came to an end.

Or so I thought.

"Ah… it seems you've found a Hunter…"

These words resounded in my mind just as I began to awake in some foreign place I couldn't identify. Uncertain of I got here, I studied my surroundings profusely to find any indication of where I was and what time period. The room was rundown with wooden planks as flooring meaning I'm above ground so perhaps on the second or third floor of whomever house this belongs to.

"What happened to me?" I spoke mainly to test if my voice even works. Thankfully the words left my lips smoothly and my vocal cords felt normal if a bit firmer than was comfortable. My voice sounds a bit deep sort of mannish to be honest not by too much. It felt deep but soft as well. I looked over my body to a shocking surprise when I spotted two mounds on my chest. Not pecs but breasts. Just to make sure I wasn't dreaming I cupped the both of them and felt the stimulation of having such a sensitive part of my body touched. "Huh?" I dropped my hands from my breasts that didn't really fit in my hands much. Just to make sure I reached between my legs to check for a package to find it lacking. I'm a woman so that's something. I first believed myself a man because of how deeply I spoke but thinking about it now my voice isn't hoarse enough to belong to a man.

Aren't I supposed to be dead? I feel it in my bones that I shouldn't be alive right now.

Investigating further I took notice of my state of dress. My clothing felt strange, very plain including a hood over my head. I'm dressed like a dreary peasant… why I thought this is unsure. I rose my hands up to check them. My skin color is moon pale of all things with a subtle glow to it. Wish I hand a mirror right now to see what I look like.

It was then I realized that I can't recall who I was, what I was, or when I was. I couldn't recall the year or where I was. I couldn't remember how I came to this place that appears to be a clinic. 'I can't lounge around here,' I heard a voice in my head state. It was right. If I remember anything it's the old man, the minister from before. He told me that he gave me something, Yharnam blood. I remember…

"Pale blood," I muttered softly to myself. "I came to this place for something called Pale Blood?"

I pushed myself up from the table and touched the floor even before I was up fully. My legs are remarkably long for a woman's. I'm thinking I'm probably very tall for a woman. I climbed up from the bed I was on and shocked by my height. Looking down I marveled at how strong my body is. It's tall, about six feet and a couple inches, the tallest I think any woman could be in life. My thighs are large, and my body felt so light. I waved my hands a bit and moved through a few techniques based around the fighting styles that suddenly came to me. I started with spear techniques and my body moved fluidly through the movements well. With my extended reached a spear would make sense.

I wasn't satisfied. My body wasn't satisfied. It has more to show me.

I moved through sword techniques next visualizing that I've a broadsword in each hand and moved to attack my foe. My body this time was rigid and hard pressed to flow through these movements. I stopped within ten seconds and breathed out. "I wasn't a dual wielder," the voice of the woman breathed out filled with disappointment.

I switched to a single sword stance instead and brandish a long sword. My body felt less rigid but still resistant to sword play with a heavy blade. Suddenly my body thrust forward leaving me surprised. It just moved on its own and in my hand wasn't holding a long sword anymore but a rapier. I felt a smile on my lips and changed stances with my sword before me and arm behind me. I thrust forward once more and crossed blades with another matching hilts with my foe.

"Fencing?" I broke my stance.

This body preferred spear work and fencing so perhaps I was a knight. My legs are strong and perfect for thrusting forwards and swift kicks off the ground. My shoulders are broad and back sturdy, perfect for driving weight into my thrust. I felt incomplete still as if I'm missing something. I thought up another blade this time being a cutlass and attack my nonexistent foe once more. My body felt more comfortable but still not enough to prove this weapon was right but a curved sword was on the right path. I changed from a cutlass to a katana. I sheathed my blade and felt my weight drop for a draw. I felt my lips arc once more and drew. My opponent couldn't defend fast enough to stop them from having their belly cut open.

"Okay. Spear, curved blade – preferring a katana, and a rapier. I felt incomplete still. I've this much strength and yet all these weapons are practically weightless. I rose my hands up and visualized a massive battle axe in my hand and attacked my foe using my weight to bare into them they were pushed back and left open for a bash from the haft of my axe and whirled slamming the edge into their shoulder. My foe fell down to the ground.

"Now it's complete." This body of mine belongs to a practiced fighter built around strength but also great dexterity. Maybe a knight or military veteran of sorts. This body is quite good and will help with what's to come I'm sure.

Looking around the room I noticed a set of equipment next to the bed. Like an archaic transfusion system of sorts but the jar used was empty. On a small table next to the transfusion system was a small leather satchel. I felt drawn to it as if it was mine despite me not knowing for sure. I grabbed it and opened it to a strange set of medical equipment. A syringe with a plunger, two of them in fact, but one looks like it's meant to drain blood more than to eject with two vials but one was broken with five sections on the inside. A small note was under each vial.

"One restores your strength. One restores your faith." I read it out loud.

How ridiculous and cryptic without good reason. I pulled out the paper and threw it away before strapping the satchel to my belt. It was obviously placed for me to take so might as well take it. Just as I was about to leave down the only way I could I noticed something in the corner of my eye. It was a letter of sorts, I think for me to take sitting folded neatly on a chair. I grabbed that next and unfolded it.

Reading it off the letter said something just as cryptic as the last letter. "Seek paleblood to transcend the hunt," written very roughly and strangely in my handwriting. One quality that's never changed no matter who I was or lived as was my horrible handwriting. Not sure how I know this, but I know it's mine and on note from me, to me. I'm assuming of course since I don't remember doing it. The "Me" before waking up now knew whatever she was doing could lead to memory loss so left a letter for me guide me forward.

A sudden sensation of dizziness rushed me and with it a set of memories that must be my own and yet not. I remember the old man in the wheelchair again. Had me sign a contract for the Yharnam blood. I signed it and then was attacked by a beast made of blood that was reminiscent to a werewolf. Suddenly it burst into flames and many small white hands covered my eyes, obstructing my vision. A voice spoke saying it found a Hunter…

Hunter.

This word penetrated deep into my brain in a language I couldn't comprehend and yet understood clearly. This didn't sound like just a simple word but much more. It was like… what I am.

"I'm a Hunter?"

A groan escaped my lips as the headache subsided. "I'm a Hunter of what?" I looked at the note once more for the answer. "I'm a Hunter of Paleblood? What the hell is even paleblood?" I placed the paper back down on the chair and turned away from it. I've questioned and no answers here. I can do nothing except find out by moving forward. I placed on foot in front of the other and walked down the stairs.

QUELCH

I stopped just before entering the room where I heard that noise and shot to the side of the doorway. I glanced into the darkness of the room. Despite it being so dark I could still make out the silhouette of something. The smell of blood, death, and decay filled my nose. So nostalgic and so predictable. Something was hovering over the body of a human and eating it shaped sort of like a wolf beast. It was large, larger than me, and unaware of me still.

'Get behind it and stun it,' I heard a soft voice in my head say. It sounds like mine almost but isn't exact.

'Hunt!' another screamed at me.

Every instinct was telling me to attack this thing but being weaponless would make that suicide. This body is very human and nothing like the invulnerable body I've built in my last life. Despite my eyes struggling to get a good look of these things I can feel it's size. One swipe of those claws will take off an arm. One bite will leave me crippled. I can't fight this thing despite my instincts telling me to. What's left for me to do is get around this guy and get through this makeshift clinic without getting torn to shreds

I took to the shadows and slowly made my way through the darkness.

SHING LING!

"Fuck!" I coughed and looked down to see an empty vial I just kicked I couldn't see in the dark. The wolf suddenly turned with a start towards my direction. I shot behind a bed and grabbed the vial. I sent it flying to the other side closest to way in I came from. The wolf beast roared and launched in that direction. Once it past me I shot down the clinic past the bodies into the next room.

ROARRR!

It howled loudly. Must've hated the fact it just got juked by me. I reached the door out and slammed into it, but it didn't budge but an inch. "Fuck!" The damn door was heavy had hell. I guess that's why the wolf didn't leave outside of this place. I pushed and I pushed like life depended in it. I could hear the wolf making a mess of the room it was in looking for me. I didn't count the seconds and pushed with all my strength. Finally, it cracked and began to open creaking so loudly it hurt my ears. If I could hear this the beast for sure did. I noticed it stopped making noise and listened in instead.

ROOARRRR!

"Fuck! Come on!" It knew where it was and it's pissed. I can tell just from the savage, bloodthirsty howl it just let out. The door was cracked opened enough for me to slip through and slammed into the door from the opposite side.

BOOM!

My body was sent back to the point I hit the ground away from the door. This thing was too damn strong. I slammed into the door once more to keep it closed. If it gets to me I'm dead, and I'm not dying today. The wolf slammed into the double doors once more and it was prying it open. It spotted me, red eyes glowing brightly in the darkness.

"Damn," I cursed and left the door. There's no way I'm closing that door with it laying into like that. I checked my surroundings and saw a metal gate. I fired towards it noticing something in the ground. I ignored it for now and slammed into the gate. It gave way easier than the doors meaning the beast could force it open with ease. Just as I got the gate open the wolf was out the doors falling downstairs to the cobble stone below. I pushed the gate closed just as it was getting up and met my sight. It was pissed and now motivated to get to me. I ran to the side just as it barreled towards the gate. I heard it slam wide open with a harsh set of creaks. I noticed someone with a torch and an axe in hand.

"Run!" I yelled at the man. One that whirled around and stared at me in a way that gave me pause. His eyes were yellow, bloodshot, and the irises grey with barely any color left in them. His face was contorted and teeth yellow but with a bit of point to them. This man roared at me not like a human but more like a beast like the one behind me. Just as he roared a couple other men joined his side. Once said, "Kill!" and pointed straight at me. Not the wolf beast but me. Stuck between two things that wanted to kill me I did looked around for a way out to nothing until I spotted a ladder in the wall behind them.

I barely had a moment to breath before the man wielding an axe charged at me. At the same time the wolf beast was galloping towards me. Looking between the two I found one of two carriages. One to my left around the corner and one directly behind me to my right. I chose the one behind me and dove right in front of it. The beast past me and slammed into the group of men instead. It landed on top of one in a skid slamming into the opposite wall. I leaned up a bit and looked up to see the man with the torch pushing it towards the beast. It roared and swiped at the man forcing him back. The small mob converged on the lonesome beast in moments. I bared witness as all five of them started to attack. Stabbing a f burning it with torches only to be cut to ribbons by the claws or arms bitten off by its powerful jaws.

The axe wielder blinded the beast with a lucky jab with his torch and one landed on the back of the beast and stabbed into its neck with what looked to be a kitchen knife. That of course didn't do much damage and the man was grabbed by the leg and slammed into another by the beast making use of its clawed hands. Hands and not paws I noticed seeing that it had thumbs. The axe wielder was left last and slammed his axe I to the top of the wolf beast's head. It cried out feeling it. Suddenly the beast grabbed the axe wielder by the face and slammed it into the wall. The wolf was going to win this altercation, I realized that quickly enough to shoot up to my feet. I examined the area and noticed the axe landed directly behind the beast. It bit into the axe wielder and he screamed. I only had one shot at this and moved quickly to take it. I grabbed the axe. The wood was beat up and looked like it had one good swing left in it, but one swing was all I'd need. I pulled the Ace back and called upon all. The strength I had in this body. I shot just as the wolf beast dropped the body and slammed the axe deep into its spine.

Raaaaaa!

The wolf cried and suddenly dropped down a bit. The wooden shaft broke, and the axe end fell out of its body but noticed I got it in the spine enough to show the bone itself. Something in my mind roared at me. 'Take its back!' My body moved on its own, by instinct, and walked up behind the beast. I felt my hand turn into a spear and thrust into its back. The wolf beast roared and quaked as if frozen in place. I felt… control as I gripped something within. Something I squeezed and then pulled out. The wolf beast fired forward has if shot out a cannon into the wall and fell to the ground on top of the bodies of the men it just killed. Blood from its back splattered as if torn apart from the inside out. This was too much blood from a simple puncture wounds. It's like I gripped the blood in its body and forcibly yanked it out from every vein, artery, and organ.

"Gods above." I stepped back and shock only to be yanked out of it once I felt whatever I had in my hand. I looked it over to see a massive section of flesh, but it was strange. What I grabbed was bone, I'm sure it, and yet I've soft flesh in my hands instead. The blood of this beast covered my hand but instead of being disgusted I felt… elation. It felt good. Like I need to do more of this.

'I feel… different.' I thought as the blood around me painted the cobblestone below probably as drenched as the clothes I'm in now. "Disgusting," I spat to tu

'Hunt.' I heard in my mind once more. Is this what I'm supposed to do? Hunt these beasts and kill people that act like beasts? I clinched my fist and the flesh in my hands seemingly faded away perhaps into my body feeding a monster within me begging for more.

"Okay, fine." I looked down to the bodies in the ground; of my prey that I'll be hunting. But I can't barehanded and the weapons these people wield won't work against these beasts well. I need to find weapons and some manner of armor to protect myself with. Maybe I'll find some here if I look.

I took my time to search around the area and even returned to the clinic to find anything I could use. I came across a belt of loops with test tubes in them, twenty of them in fact, on a body and only five were filled. I grabbed the belt and continued foraging. I find another belt on another body of a man in strange clothing. It was torn to ribbons probably by our late wolf beast with barely anything left to loot off him. He had a small satchel though with a small balls within that smelled of iron but looked like silver. Maybe bullets for a flintlock pistol meaning I need a firearm use these.

Searching around more I found more vials of blood on the corpses and the same set of syringes on the bodies as I have. I grabbed one test tube of blood and placed it within the vial. I connected the vile to the syringe. It slipped into the mechanism and held strong. It clicked once and the needle fired out in the soft evening sunlight above. It's obvious that they shot themselves up with this but to what end?

I looked down to my leg and shrugged before sticking myself with the needle. It hurt like hell but once I pushed in the plunger the pain was superseded by immense levels of pleasure. "Ohh," I breathed out sporting a happy grin. This stuff might be addictive. I pulled the needle out and it was clean as if I never stabbed myself. I looked at the area and not a speck of blood could be seen. I repeated this and filled another vial with blood then set the read syringe back into the satchel.

Next was the other needle though with a small vial already attached. I stabbed this into my leg as before and suddenly felt weaker. I nearly dropped to my knees as blood flowed into the vial without me doing anything. There wasn't a plunger for this one and yet it drank of my blood like it was nothing. Or maybe it was plasma just from its consistency. Once it had it fill I pulled the needle out. The blood suddenly began to take shape and watched mystified by this occurrence. The blood started at the top and trickled down quickly leaving only a small ball of sorts in each level. In the five sections the five balls solidified somehow in the same shape as the bullets in my pouch. All the small blood bullets fell to the bottom. I opened the cork at the bottom and they fell into my awaiting hands.

"Wow." I looked them over. My blood turned into bullets. How's that even possible? I placed the red bullets with the silver ones but held one of each in my hands. The silver in my left appeared to be the same exact shape as the blood one. I squeezed them both and both felt solid and cold to the touch. I went as far as biting them both to test the hardness.

"One restores strength. One restores faith." I repeated the words in the paper I've discarded in the clinic. One heals me and the other provides me more rounds.

Fascinating.

I returned to my searching finding more tubes of blood leaving me nine and nothing else as far as I could see. I saw a locked gate but heard some noises over it I didn't like please massive Crows above I've no way to defend myself of. I left the gate for another time and returned to the ladder that was way up above me. The obvious lever next to it though took a solid pull to drop said ladder down to the ground. I grabbed on and climbed up. Halfway I heard a loud shriek in the distance that nearly shocked me to the point of losing my grip. I quickly caught myself before taking a long fall back down. Death by broken neck after everything that happened wouldn't be a good way to go. I don't know what that was but I'm steering clear of it.

I reached the top and before me was a house but behind me a sight to behold. The city I was in was massive with much more behind me. From my vantage point I could see what appeared to be a cathedral to my left and housing to my right. Below I could see lights probably from torches. More of these mobs I'm sure hunting beasts and normal people like me.

"What hell is going on?" I said looking at this small lantern before me in the center of the walkway I climbed up to. A lantern that I felt drawn to. I approached and suddenly some white liquid appeared below the lantern on a stand. A soft hum came from the lantern and out of white liquid a small set of little people climbed out of the white liquid. They waved in a beckoning manner at me as if they know me. These things are strange but don't appear a threat.

"Alright, I'll bite." I approached the lantern to touch it. The lantern lit up at my touch, it's song grew louder in my ears. I don't understand what this thing was but left it alone for something else that caught my attention.

"Cough. Cough." I heard was coming from the house passed the lantern. The man sounded sickly. I walked up to his house to the window giving it a soft knock.

"Ah! Wh-who's there?" the man sounded frightened of something. Then again, I can't blame him with blood crazed mobs walking around below me. I can hear them even now stalking the streets, grunting and muttering incoherent words only a mad man like the rest of them could probably understand.

"I'm…" I readied to say my name but came up with a blank. I don't know my name or who I'm supposed to be here. I know only one thing and it's, "I'm a Hunter."

"Oh," he sounded resoundingly relieved. "You're a Hunter?" The man approached the window too opaque for me to see through but able to make out his shadow. "Hmm, you're not one from around here either." He can see me despite me not being able to. It made some sense after all you don't want anything to be able to see you if you're trying to hide from the monsters outside.

"No, I'm not. How can you tell?" I questioned.

"Your strange clothing my lady," he said quite modestly. "It's nothing you'd see any Yharnamite in. Most women here as well aren't as tall or beautiful as you."

"Beautiful," I touched my cheeks. Despite the dried blood on them my cheeks felts quite warm. It's strange to hear this from a man I've never met. Maybe the woman was wasn't accustomed to such compliments. More importantly my shape and size is out of the ordinary for this city and its people called Yharnamites. I got a decent look of my surroundings from the drop behind me and even more from this spot to the bridge and the Cathedral it leads to. I don't feel him calling me beautiful was open flattery either. He means my appearance isn't typical in this city.

Cough. Cough*

That cough sounded even worse than the last. "Are you okay, sir?"

"Y-yes…" his answer was labored as a series of muffled coughs followed. He didn't sound okay but I wasn't going to dismiss his attempt to sound strong before me. "I'm Gilbert," he introduced himself drawing closer to the window until directly in front of me. I couldn't see his eyes but felt them upon me, examining me from top to bottom.

"I'm a fellow outsider, just like you. But I came from Hamsherell. You appeared to rain from the Southern lands by the paleness of your skin."

"Uh, yes. That's correct," I said loosely. I don't know anything about this land or its cities so went with it. This Gilbert fellow was the first sane man I've come across and was coughing hard. "Are you sure you're, okay?"

"Oh yes." Gilbert coughed a few more times. "It's just that up north the air is drier than here. It being a desert and all." Okay so up north is a desert and down south is probably the opposite. "Nothing like the snowy areas you're accustomed to. You must have had a fine time getting up here. Yharnam has a special way of treating guests."

I thought back to beast and men laid out on the ground down below. "It sure does," I chuckled a bit.

"Ms. Hunter," he got my attention. "I don't think I can standby letting you go like this if I wanted to, but I'm willing to help, if there's anything that can be done." Gilbert coughed a few more times. "You must've noticed by now that this town is cursed. Even more so for foreigners like us."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but something in me tells me that I have to push forward towards something. I don't know what that something is though."

"Whatever your reasons might be," he quickly inserted. "You should plan a swift exit. Whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good."

"Perhaps." I took a breath of the wet, cold stale Yharnam air. While leaving might be the better idea I feel something in me telling me that that's impossible. I thought that maybe I can get information from this man instead.

"Do you know what Paleblood is?" I asked.

"Paleblood, you say? Hmm…" Gilbert thought on it a bit. I figured he'd know something and it sounds like he does. "Never heard of it." and just like that my hope was deflated landing in a crashing inferno of disappointment. "But, if it's blood you're interested in, you should try the Healing Church."

"Healing Church?" I tasted the name of this church finding a sudden tightening in my chest and stomach. This feeling, I could not place it but I know just the mentioning of this Organization left me unsettled. "Strange name for a church," I muttered. Gilbert chuckled a bit at my mutterings.

"I thought the same when I first arrived here many years ago. The church though controls all knowledge on blood ministration, and all varieties of blood. If it's blood you hunt for that may be the best place to look first."

"Blood ministration? Do you mean to tell me this Healing Church of yours uses blood as the means of care for the people of this city?" Just the thought of it seemed strange. I mean, I know what blood is and what it means to an loving creature with a heart beat. This church sounds as if they "give" blood probably as much as they receive it. Like some form of holy hospital.

"Yes that's a simplified way to look at it," Gilbert coughed a few more times after stating.

"Blood ministration? They give blood to people to take." It sounding even stranger when I said it out loud reminding me of what happened earlier. "Sort of like with things like this?" I reached down for my blood sachet and presented it to him to see. If he can see me through that opaque window I'm sure he can see these. His shadow drew a bit closer to the glass to the people I could make out a bit of his silhouette. He's very skinny. Perhaps from this sickness plaguing him but left that alone for now. "I noticed that some of the Yharnamites have these vials of blood on them but not these tools here for injections? Do they drink the blood instead?"

"Yes. Yharnam blood has the miraculous properties to heal all ailments and close your wounds. Yharnem is known for this healing blood of their's and Yharnamites don't share much with outsiders. Normally, they wouldn't let you near this place, so close to the Cathedral Ward, but I've seen these tools before. Hunters like you carry them, inject the blood instead of drinking it like most of Yharnam."

"Ah," I placed my tools away. "The blood I find heals all wounds, fills you with pleasure, and cures diseases? Sure does sound quite miraculous, almost too good to be true, so there must be a catch to this. I took some and I felt… good. Better than good even. It was… like getting immensely pleasured," I was embarrassed to admit. My embarrassment turned to shame when Gilbert started coughing again but harder than ever before.

"I… I see." he coughed out.

I felt my cheeks reddened further.

"Well," I snapped sounding both unamused and impatient.

"I'm not sure about side effects… but if you want to know more the hunt is on tonight. This might be your chance to get in and find your answers." The light behind the window moved up and towards my left as if he's trying to point in that direction. I stepped over towards a closed gate and looked out in the distance. "Across the valley to the East of Yharnam lies the town of the Healing Church, the Cathedral Ward." Gilbert stopped to cough a bit more before considering. "Deep within the Cathedral Ward is the old grand cathedral. That is the birthplace of the Healing Church's special blood, or so they say. To get their you have to cross the Great Bridge leading to the mausoleum and towering Church beyond it. Do you see my lady hunter."

"Yes." I did see the massive bridge he was talking about. It was large and did seem to lead straight to what appeared to me a massive cathedral. So massive it created a shadow over half of this city. "Would they let me in though?"

"Not typically, but the hunt will have them too preoccupied. Once the reach the Cathedral Ward you'll have to contend with its defense. Massive men with pale skin, some as tall as buildings, will be between you and your hunt."

"That sounds unreal," I muttered a bit more to myself. Men as large as a building is huge, impossible even for me t believe but this man has be very forthright with me so far. I see no reason he'd lie, and especially when he's on borrowed time. That cough of his is harsh and can still pick up the tiniest scent of rot from behind the incense. This may be his last week at the most.

"I'll be careful. Thank you for you assistance Gilbert." I turned to leave him to his time. I feel he doesn't have much left.

"Wait, my lady." I stopped in my tracks just as I was about to pass the corner. "You're without the tools of a Hunter? A weapon and firearm."

I looked down at my state of dress and lack of arms. He's right. If what happened in the clinic is happening in this entire town then I need some form of protection. Going out there now may be a death sentence without proper arms. "I'm sure I can find something," I said confidently. Something told me this isn't my first hopeless situation and certainly won't be my last. I'm painful calm despite certain death lying in wait around the corner. "I'm a stranger to these lands but not to war or battle. There's always tools out there for me to scavenge. I simply need to find them. And as you said, the hunt is on. That means there's other Hunters out there I can get arms from whether they be dead or alive."

"Ah, I see. Yes, you are a Hunter. Good luck then, my lady hunter."

"And to you as well Gilbert." I walked around the corner past the lantern and stopped at a small opening showing the streets above. I saw a large amount of men below, dogs in the distance, and thought back to the shriek from before. Everything out there is my enemy. It'll take all my wits and experience to keep alive. Not my ability to kill but also to hide in the shadows. It took five of these Yharnamites to nearly kill onr of those wolf beasts. If attacked by a group off them I'm unsure of my odds. I'll tread have carefully along the streets until I happened across something to use.

The streets of Central Yharnam.

A/N: Yes yes I know we've all played the game, we all know the lore, and we all know the sequence of events leading to the endings. The story told from the perspective of the Good Hunter has been done many times but you know what, it's my turn.

I freaking love Bloodborne and it's the only Souls game I've platinumed, maybe because it's the easiest but that doesn't matter.

This character is the one I used to get that trophy and sacrificed 47 hours of my life to create from all the New game plus runs, constant PVP, diving into the chalice dungeons to the bottom of each and many more cursed and fetted ones after.