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capencowl20202020-01-24 02:58 pm
forgeabettertomorrow) wrote in capencowl20202020-01-24 02:58 pm
Multiverse Theory's a Bitch | Open To All
WHO: Darin Altway and YOU!
WHERE: Around The City
WHEN: throughout event
WHAT: Darin's has managed to escape his captors and fight off their indoctrination, but at a terrible cost
WARNINGS: mentions of brainwashing and intense, likely graphic violence
The last few weeks have been a horrific blur.
No sooner did Darin arrive in this familiar-yet-different world, but he was suddenly approached and led to a facility that promised him 'answers.' He had no idea what sort of 'answers' he'd be getting.
For the last few weeks, Darin has been captive of the Children of the Verunta; a cult of 'his' own making. You see, the Darin Altway of this world wasn't so lucky. Where our Darin had managed to find peace and camaraderie, where he'd managed to find acceptance and love, the Darin of this perverted reality had fallen too far. He'd given in to Diomuhr and those who came to believe in and worship his destructive power became a hellish cult, a personal army that indoctrinated people into their order or laid waste to those who refused to accept Diomuhr as their savior. Believing Darin to be his alternate self, they sought to restore their leader to his former glory by showing him the things he had done.
It was more than Darin could bear. He escaped.
Roaming the alleyways at night, Darin stumbles about, digging through trash and dumpsters for some kind of food. Sustenance. Anything. He looks haggard, starved, like a frightened animal. His clothes are tattered and stained with dried blood. Likely his own, but there's really no way of knowing, is there? He avoids light sources as much as he can out of fear of being spotted and his most defining feature, his stark blue hair?
It's been dyed a sickly black with a combination of oil and mud. It's matted and tangled and messed in every which way, and only bits of blue peek through. Hearing footsteps approach, he draws a jagged piece of metal from his pocket in defense.
"Who's there?! Tell me who you are, dammit!"
WHERE: Around The City
WHEN: throughout event
WHAT: Darin's has managed to escape his captors and fight off their indoctrination, but at a terrible cost
WARNINGS: mentions of brainwashing and intense, likely graphic violence
The last few weeks have been a horrific blur.
No sooner did Darin arrive in this familiar-yet-different world, but he was suddenly approached and led to a facility that promised him 'answers.' He had no idea what sort of 'answers' he'd be getting.
For the last few weeks, Darin has been captive of the Children of the Verunta; a cult of 'his' own making. You see, the Darin Altway of this world wasn't so lucky. Where our Darin had managed to find peace and camaraderie, where he'd managed to find acceptance and love, the Darin of this perverted reality had fallen too far. He'd given in to Diomuhr and those who came to believe in and worship his destructive power became a hellish cult, a personal army that indoctrinated people into their order or laid waste to those who refused to accept Diomuhr as their savior. Believing Darin to be his alternate self, they sought to restore their leader to his former glory by showing him the things he had done.
It was more than Darin could bear. He escaped.
Roaming the alleyways at night, Darin stumbles about, digging through trash and dumpsters for some kind of food. Sustenance. Anything. He looks haggard, starved, like a frightened animal. His clothes are tattered and stained with dried blood. Likely his own, but there's really no way of knowing, is there? He avoids light sources as much as he can out of fear of being spotted and his most defining feature, his stark blue hair?
It's been dyed a sickly black with a combination of oil and mud. It's matted and tangled and messed in every which way, and only bits of blue peek through. Hearing footsteps approach, he draws a jagged piece of metal from his pocket in defense.
"Who's there?! Tell me who you are, dammit!"