@-blurryf4ced
//let me just give you an introduction for this man\\
Matias was currently trying to buy more ingredients for his spell casting. He was searching for a store and his hat bouncing with each step. He had a dream, he wanted to become a band manager but that was not going well for him. So he just stuck to spell work.
/ all replies will be sent out once my eye stops being a nightmare.
my vision is bad right now.
The battlefield was intense as Alex guided his squad into the fray. Killing hoards of the illuminate as they tried to get in close. Eventually the four Helldivers came upon a warehouse. "Go in and reload we continue on." Alex instructed as they all enter.
Tonight was far from ideal for an operation—the cold was biting, and the snowfall relentless. Hunk had been deployed to investigate reports of a bioweapon sighting, said to be carrying a vaccine Umbrella was desperate to keep out of the public’s hands. Not that Hunk cared; his real objective was securing a sample, and this mission was just another step toward that goal. He rarely questioned his orders—he was known for seeing a mission through, no matter the cost.
But this one was proving challenging. The frigid air was beginning to fog up the red lenses of his gas mask, and even with his tactical gear, the cold was gnawing at him. Still, he pressed on—he wasn’t the type to back down. Unfortunately, he had lost sight of the target. The creature’s tracks were already vanishing beneath the fresh layer of snow, making it nearly impossible to follow. That’s when he spotted it: a warehouse he didn’t recognize, tucked away in this forgotten part of town.
“You’ve got to be in there…” he muttered under his breath, picking up his pace, boots crunching over the icy ground. With his pistol raised, he approached cautiously, pushing the door open with a loud, creaking groan. As soon as he stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind him. Hunk didn’t flinch. Instead, he moved forward slowly, eyes scanning the dim interior as he began his sweep of the unknown structure.
@-biohazardz He nodded wordlessly and thought about that. What could be more dangerous than those zombies out there? "Well, Hunk, my name's Blurryface. Or Blurry, if you're too lazy to say the whole thing. And as for what I am: I'm not sure." He shrugged his shoulders. "I promise I'm not infected, though."
[@-blurryf4ced] Hunk stood still, unaffected by the man’s piercing stare. His gaze briefly flicking to the drop of sludge that hit the floor before shifting back to Blurryface. “I don’t usually answer questions,” he said in his usual level tone, voice low. “But I’ll make an exception… this once.” Taking a step back, he kept his posture guarded. “Name’s Hunk. That’s all you need to know. I was deployed to contain a threat—something dangerous. The details are classified.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before continuing, “Now, your turn. What exactly are you?”
@-biohazardz "Yeah, well..." he struggled with how to respond, "don't worry about it." In actual fact, the man wasn't really sure where else to be at that point in his life, especially with the outbreak going on, but part of him didn't care if he got harmed. Once Hunk had stepped a tad bit closer, Blurryface stared at his mask like he was trying to sear holes into it. He, too, was curious about the other man. "It's natural for me. I woke up like this." He brought his hands up to showcase them. A tiny droplet of inky sludge fell from his left hand and crashed to the cold ground below. "I have a question, or two, for you now." Blurryface's dark eyebrows furrowed, getting right to business, "Who exactly are you, and what do you want?"
The redhead was just here for shelter. It was freezing outside and the snow wasn’t fun to sleep in. She snuck into the warehouse, visibly trembling with how hard she was shivering. Her teeth chattered. Once inside, she started looking around, trying to find a corner she could set up camp in.
@sunnyruler "Okay." Blurryface simply replied with no hint of empathy in his voice. He pushed his sleeves down to cover his arms, frowning. If the other guy, Spooky, was awake, he'd offer his own coat or convince Blurryface to lend his hoodie to her. Alas, Spooky was not. Blurry's red irises swept across the room, seeing if there was anything he was willing to borrow to the stranger. And then he realised: "There's a blanket if you want it." He knew where that was, at least.
@-blurryf4ced The redhead looked mostly clean, though she did have dirt on her clothes in some areas. Her hair was pulled into a braid to keep it out of her face. She looked tired. It was clear that she didn’t have anywhere to call home at night. After all, she carried a backpack filled with meager supplies and had snuck into a warehouse for shelter.” Thank you… I can leave in the morning.” She shivered. She wasn’t wearing a jacket or coat, so it was no wonder she was freezing.” I’ll try not to bother you.”
@sunnyruler "It's fine, I guess." He said simply. Taking his time, he made his way down to the floor. Once he was standing there in front of her, Blurryface judgementally stared. His hands, forearms, and neck were all ashen. It was almost like soot or makeup had been smeared onto them. Rest assured, it was a natural part of his body. "It's taken, sure, but I guess I can allow temporary visitors."
/ a brief mention of rules and info:
• i don't do nsfw roleplays. despite being over 18, i don't write that stuff.
• i will write angst and mention mature themes like gore, blood, and maybe violence. if you don't want me to include a topic, please let me know.
/ my interpretation of blurryface is an entity or embodiment of some emotions and concepts (i won't spoil them here on this particular post. it's possible to find out more info in roleplays) .
he is housed in a warehouse sort of building. it seems to snow a lot there– wherever the warehouse is located. there's also a small shack near the warehouse, that his b̶o̶y̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶?̶ friend spooky jim has once banished him to when he got too troublesome.
blurryface, or blurry for short, is a sassy guy. he can be mean, but also fun to be around. if you think being chaotic at times is fun, that is.
but lately, blurryface seems more angsty and aggressive than usual. his physical form is also... glitching? malfunctioning? is there a word for it? anyway, whatever is going on with this entity (or demon, or whatever he is) is strange. strange by his standards, too.
/ i apologise for this rp character. i mean, i shouldn't beat myself up about this account before i even start roleplaying, but... i'm worried people will hate this or call it cringey or something. :(
/ does anyone want to plot an rp?
"unfortunately, i'm better as a concept. i ruin everything, eventually." [ cb for a rp ]
