𝙊𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍𝙎 ; indie fandomless horror oc. 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄. private ; friends only ; multiverse blog. themes presented on blog are heavily nsfw / nsft. please note all stories and or characters are fictional. some topics may not be suitable for others, please curate your own space. 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙎 ; murder, drugs, sacrilegious ideology, religious' trauma, sex, cannibalism, sacrificial rituals, gore, light body horror (mentioned), etc. written by l, character originally est. 2021 / remade 2023. ever developing lore. mun is 26, please be 21 and over if you wish to interact.
𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ; rules and character information below the read more.
don't be gross ( homophobic, transphobic, racist, antisemitic, ableist, pedophilic, someone who fetishizes someone for their race. ) basic rp rules apply, but please don't be rude or mean. that kinda negativity im not into. keep the drama to yourself, im just here to write. if you wanna be friends that's great and we can, but i don't wanna be pulled into any kind of drama.
this blog is heavily nsfw. when i say heavily i do mean it literally. it touches on uncomfortable topics for most, drug abuse, murder, cannibalism (mentioned not written out), sexual conduct, sacrilegious topics and or behavior, cosmic monsters verses human monster. its not for the faint at heart. i wont write rape, incest, dd/lg, or anything gross like that. if you write that, stay away. thank you. i also wont write smut on tumblr. if we are close enough and have developed a stable friendship / plotting / chemistry, we can write it on discord.
im simple. easy as that, i used to write real flowery prose and such -- but i cant seem to do it anymore. my writing has shifted more into a novel format rather than a Shakespeare play. if you write that way awesome, i love to see it and read it. i just cant do it. that being said i don't expect you to match my length, writing style, or anything like that. i do have vision issues so i usually don't use icons or heavy formatting to my text.
shipping is fun. its cool and great and i love it. im not afraid to admit ships are one of the fun aspects of rp-ing. i enjoy all forms of connections, romance, platonic, hateship, etc. i just like chemistry is all. its easier that way yknow? so please don't force anything on me. i don't consider memes sent force shipping its testing the waters. if you have an idea or see anyone that strikes your interest just let me know and we can chemistry test. easy as that.
i love ocs. i love some canon characters, but im skeptical of some fandoms. forgive me if i don't follow you for my own comfort. if i followed you first though that means im interested in writing. i try to keep my list pretty slim, so if we follow each other and i send memes with no real response or there isn't any pulse on the other end of our plotting i'll unfollow. i just don't see the point in following someone if we aren't going to actually try to write together.
that's the end gang. hope those rules weren't too harsh, i don't see the point in kinda beating around the bush. im pretty sporadic and this is a low activity blog; i work and have a family im pretty dedicated too. any questions please shoot them my way. psd credits go to ; ariapsds
BASICS. FULL NAME: Claire Helena Dredge NICKNAME: Dredge, Claire bear, Doe eyes AGE: 27-32 BIRTH DATE: 4/2 SPECIES: Corrupted Flesh BIRTH PLACE: Copperwood, TX RESIDENCE: Creptmarsh, TX GENDER: CIS-female. ORIENTATION: Pansexual OCCUPATION: Housekeeper / Caregiver for Rose Evers
FAMILY. PARENTS: Walter Dredge (father) && Lila Dredge (deceased) SIBLINGS: Only child to survive the trials PET(S): stray mutt named Chicken. FRIEND(S): October Brown, Ran Mercedes Harding, Mackenzie Maddox, Damien Evers, V/C SIGNIFICANT OTHER: single, never married.
PHYSICAL. FACE CLAIM(S): Alycia Debnam Carey EYE COLOR: Green, a pale green that seems translucent HAIR COLOR: Honey brown HAIR STYLE: Long and barely kept, it brushes the top of her butt and she often braids it back. It curls when wet HEIGHT + WEIGHT: 5’8”ft, 145 lbs. TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: was never allowed to pierce her ears, or wear any kind of jewelry besides the wooden cross her father gave her. At the age of 23 she finally pierces her ears. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: long hair that frames her face and takes up spaces, wide unsettling eyes that don't blink too often, soft cheeks and round face, long legs and long fingers.
MENTAL. AILMENTS: Depression, Anxiety. Both undiagnosed. INTELLIGENCE: High. LIKES: sunshine, rivers, gators, car rides, fresh fruit, the smell of gasoline DISLIKES: racists, religion, god, her daddy, her grandma, the pastor, and root beer DISPOSITION: True Neutral.
MISC. MBTI: --. ZODIAC: Aries. WARDROBE: Dirty jeans, old flannels, cotton, old socks, hand-me-downs, a old floral dress that was her mothers. MUSIC TASTE: Odd tunes that she catches on the radio and old hymns she can’t seem to forget, she’s grown fond of metal.
ABILITIES. FAVORED WEAPON(S): Pocket knife, shot gun WEAPON SKILLS: 8/10, she’s practiced with it for most of her life. It has a sentimental meaning to her. COMBAT SKILLS: 6/10. She doesn’t have much weight on her, but if she gets on top of you good luck. THREAT LEVEL: 14/20. She is pretty stable for the most part, but after the trauma and abuse she endured in her teens and early twenties before fleeing Copperwood. She is a threat now because her teeth ache to tear into the flesh of those that wounded her.
𝙌𝙐𝙄𝘾𝙆 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙎 ;
- claire isn't human. she doesn't know what she is, but she does understand that her father has something to do with why she is different. ever since she ran away from copperwood, tx she hasnt seen her father since and has gone no contact.
- walter dredge killed his wife in front of his sixteen year old daughter. why you ask? because in the prophecy told to him by the god he worships, it explains that in order to awaken the child he must cause tremendous pain. he stole claire's mother from her and convinced everyone in the town and church that she had gone mad and wasnt coping with the fact that her mother up and abandoned them.
- claire ended up having to clean up the kitchen where her mother was brutally murdered.
- walter dredge is involved in a cult, and when he and his late wife decided to concieve a child he went so far as to tamper with his own blood to insure that claire would be born like his master desired. he drank the blood of an old god, entity whatever you wish to call it -- and in turn his daughter was born something else.
- after claire witnessed her mother die, she began having visions, deep dreadful feelings when danger lurked around the corner, she could see and communicated with the dead, at times she is able to catch pieces of other peoples thoughts when they think too hard or loudly, and she began to crave raw meat.
- claire left copperwood tx at the age of eighteen. she left on a lone sunday morning when everyone was in church, she packed a bag and all the things of her mothers left over before stealing her mothers old car. she stripped the plates and switched them with another car left at the only gas station in copperwood. she hasnt looked back since and sold the car.
- when claire arrived in creptmarsh, she had no intention of becoming a housekeeper or caregiver. she was drawn to helping rose evers after she heard the woman speak to her, when she had the same haunted look in her eyes and noticed the ghosts loitering outside her funeral home. she was given a live in position at the ever's and within a week a lone dog showed up on the back porch, and refused to leave. it has human like eyes that stare intently at strangers.
- people in creptmarsh dont stay dead often. the cemetary borders the marsh and swamp, and if the graves are planted too close to the fence line sometimes they end up flooded or sucked down deep into the dark muck. it don't take long, but sometimes you see a loved one wandering on unsteady feet back to their front porch before a shot gun can be heard, and the body graces evers funeral home again.
- the nearest town pine mill doesnt have a funeral home of its own and also uses the evers funeral home as its choice for tending to their dead.
- along with the funeral home damien evers owns/tends/and looks after the creptmarsh cemetery. its something his family has been doing for ages, and he has been elected to take it over from his grandmother. his two younger brothers who are still in college have escaped this task so far.
- claire was engaged at one point. his name was michael and he seemed perfect at first, until he propose and became controlling and claire realised he was from the cult/church her father was involved in and was trying to take her back. he got physical one night so she stabbed him to death dragged him out into the woods in pinemill -- and ate his liver and heart.
You hate him. Its not a phase and you're not a hormonal teenager, you actually hate him. Your dad obviously. He's always been pin straight with pressed white collars on his button ups and always telling you not to let other people take your picture. When your mother stated you could get your ears pierced it seemed hell fire and brimstone had arrived in your small kitchen that very afternoon, and your ears went unpierced for a long time. You're poor, but not because your family doesnt work -- but because its gods will. Thats what your father explains each time you ask him about money or about anything materialistic. He thinks you dont notice his cuff links when they're new or how his loafers are no longer scuffed and the soles arent trying to flop open like a fishes mouth. You always do.
Your mother is a beacon of soft light. She is always there, always an open arm or softly worn hand out stretched for you to take. The world isnt too bad with her here; and when you're older you both can leave your daddy in a shed somewhere and run away and be happy. Don't worry the grudge you have against your father is petty at first, you want new shoes and clean socks -- you want your ears pierced and to wear the gold studs your mother bought you secretly. There are good things in your life at least, your mother and your friends from school. They also go to church with you ever sunday, wednesday night and friday evening after school.They are always there and thats good, you will need them most.
Time is easy and it comes and goes and nothing truly outstanding takes place in your life, you get taller, you grow your hair out, your boobs come in and suddenly you're more self concious than you've ever been, and your period comes swinging around the corner cruely. In all these moments your mother is there to help. She tells you funny stories of her own youth, she calls up her own mother to let you speak and learn from in odd moments like how a well placed safety pin will keep your slip dress from gaping open when you lean forward. You learn how to cook from her in these years, you learn how to sew and clean. She is your everything, while your father -- not cruel but absent in affection and emotion remains at the fringes of your life.
You are fourteen when something seems to shift and snap behind your fathers eyes. When he looks at you its tense and feels like a hawk watching a small rodent. He isn't home much anymore always busy with the church and his outside work. Your mother seems to relax in these moments, when the house is filled with just the two of you. Its like the world is right and nothing can ruin it, but then he comes home at night. He's begun to get angry -- easily jilted and readily able to tongue lash anyone in his path, usually it is your mother. Fights seem to start just after your fifteenth birthday and how your father looks at you now is -- scary. He stares unblinking at times when he thinks you aren't aware, like he's waiting for something and you don't know what it is.
And he was.
More to come. <;3








