Harvey Berkard

Bold what applies to your muse.

Tagged by: @ghostly-haunts

Tagging: Anyone who wants to play

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. britain. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes.clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries.suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings.cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

Thinking on the aspect that there’s only one Player Character and not millions in the world, there is this one person who started off a nobody and immediately raised to the ranks of a GOD either upon waking from a coma or after a few months of murdering everything and anything in their path for a pair of pants.

This person says nothing at all. They just show up and NPCs are unable to contain themselves and blurt out that they need help. The person stares at them, unwavering, until the NPC offers them a boon of 10 silver and a cooking recipe to kill an entire population of murlocs on the coast. Silently the visitor leaves, to return 15 minutes later having slaughtered the entire coast. They get their recipe then sit on the floor for 30 minutes before leaving.

Atop the Icecrown Citadel, as the Lich King say head, Tirion Fordring stands in confusion as this horror of a person repeats,” INVISIBLE. INVISIBLE. INVISIBLE.” When asked if they mean Invincible and are told that the horse wasn’t even there, they yell,” If it isn’t invisible then why can’t I see it?” Tirion Fordring is concerned.

The only other times the Player Character speaks is in short, disjointed Common either from it not being their first language or maybe they’ve been hit on the head for too long. “Mana”, “Buffs”, and “Summon” are all common phrases they shout randomly for no reason, along with “WTS Enchantment PST” as they dance naked atop the mailbox near the auction house.