#scoundrelventures

dahlie was the bastard daughter of a baron and his maidservant, and she knew from the day she was born that she was utterly flawed and utterly unwanted. it was an inseparable fact of her life. she saw it in the eyes of her family, her friends, the strangers on the street. she was distant and lonely and, throughout every second of every day, utterly miserable. she hated her life, her body, and herself...

...and that was simply how she lived. she lived for decades knowing there was something wrong with her. there was a hole in her chest and she could feel it suffocating her.

she spent every single one of those years trying desperately to fill it.

she found no solution.

and yet she continued to yearn for something more.

she yearned, and yearned, and one day-

-it finally found her.

dahlie witnessed a vision of something old and magnificent and powerful beyond comprehension. it was decadent and alive and luscious and it seared her brain and filled her skull until it dripped out of her ears and scorched her throat and all she could think about was the once-and-never-merchant-king, a god at the height of its power, vast and glorious and everything she's ever aspired to be.

a wave of dipsomania overtook her. she would give anything to experience Its judgement again- no, to be equal to It, to shed her skin and emerge from her chrysalis powerful beyond words. gods, after all, do not have holes in their hearts. they yearn for nothing and never feel despair. they are strong and perfect and-

-and she realized, then, that her current self was more weak and repulsive than she'd ever imagined. she was, after all, a hollow shell in the shape of a person, an unwanted bastard with nobody to love and nothing to give. she was unlike the merchant king in every way.

she wasn't worth anything like this. she would never be loved like this. nobody would mourn her after her death, because she was barely a person worthy of grief.

she would have to discard herself, completely and utterly, just to chase the lifeline her star had thrown to her.

and so she did.

dahlie told herself she was happier this way. she didn't need her old ambitions and dreams and life. she only needed the king and its compatriots, so kind and generous and warm, who had lifted her out of the grave and taught her how to live. she was going to become one of them! she was going to be powerful and perfect and happy! she was never going to feel empty again!

all because of them. all because they cared about her, and gave her a place to belong, and now she's going to climb the links on the chain and sit beside them as equals and she feels nothing but delight and star-maddened adoration for the beings that saved her life. why wouldn't she? she was a princess held in an ivory tower, and they were her gallant knights. she was a worm and they lifted her up to personhood. she was going to die alone and unloved, but now- now, because of them, she gets to live!!!

although...

they don't seem to return her affections.

which is fine, of course. it's fine if they don't like her. it's fine if they hate her. it's fine if they break her limbs and reshape her brain and rip away everything she loves and subjugate cities and orchestrate genocides and make her complicit in every last piecemeal of their schemes. that's fine. nobody can ascend without a handful of sacrifices made along the way. she'll make up for it once she's a real master. she'll make up for it once they accept her and love her and truly make her one of their own. she's fine with this. she's fine with it. she has to be.

she has to be, because-

because.

because...

because this WILL be worth it, someday!!!!! because someday she'll be powerful enough to ensure none of this will ever hurt her!!!!!!! because someday she'll be beautiful and wonderful and the hole in her heart will be fixed and she just has to endure a few more decades before her own enlightenment!!!!!!!!!!! this is fine!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is normal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she's made the right choice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is the right choice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it has to be.

this is all she has left.

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TLDR;

the scoundrel gave up everything so he could follow the masters

the scoundrel earnestly believes they've saved his life, and for that, he's ""obligated"" to be eternally grateful

the scoundrel is fully aware of the atrocities they commit, but he forces himself to either justify or ignore them, because the alternative is admitting he's ruined his body, mind, and life for the sake of a lie (or worse; admitting the hole in his heart is unfixable)

the scoundrel doesn't have anywhere else to go

caeru began his life as a rookie doctor on the surface. altruistic by nature, he traveled around the english countryside, taking up odd jobs and helping whoever caught his eye (and he's very perceptive!). this habitual sidequesting eventually landed him in the company of a melodramatic weirdo by the name of greylu. the two hated each other on sight... until one thing inevitably turned into another, and this animosity blossomed into something significantly more romantic. caeru soon moved in with him, and they lived happily ever after.

\( ` ꒳ ´ )/ until someone murdered greylu in cold blood!!!!!!!

caeru reacted completely rationally to this occurrence. and by "completely rationally" i of course mean "he had a mental breakdown and developed an obsession with curing his survivor's guilt by taking swift and bloody revenge".

he put everything he had into following the murderer's trail. this cost his livelihood, his friends, what little remained of his relationship with his family- but none of that mattered to him. the way he saw it, his own negligence got greylu killed. what use was his life when he couldn't even save one person? if he had to discard everything to find justice, then so be it! he was only doing what greylu would want. he was only being of service.

naturally, his search landed him in the neath. unnaturally, he near-immediately attracted the attention of a certain nameless spirit in a well. it sunk its claws deep and whispered in his ears, coaxing his already-self-deprecating thoughts in a significantly darker direction; the world was so loud, and so painful, and so lonely, and he was so so so tired. wouldn't it be nice to never wake up? wouldn't it be kind to end all of this? wouldn't his own death be an act of mercy?

what use would the world have for a wrench with a broken jaw?

it wasn't enough to turn him away from his ambition. but it was enough to start him on a path to yet further ruin.

and then his angsty brooding got interrupted by a really loud wannabe bat in a really big wannabe master cloak.

the scoundrel met caeru only a month after finishing their own ambition, and they threw him completely off his game. they were prideful, flamboyant, clingy, deeply insecure, deeply manipulable, and- horror of utmost horrors- cute. caeru told himself he only tolerated their antics because they provided him with a home and an easy view into the inner workings of the bazaar. this quickly proved false. he fell head over heels for this stupid little creature and he had no idea how to handle it.

so... he chose not to handle it!! he threw himself into his ambition (and his search for the name) with all the vehemence of a person weapon with nothing left to lose, all while the scoundrel played off him in their own... typical scoundrelful manner. he got into several assorted bouts of hijinks during this era, most of which aren't too important for this summary, but i'd be loathe to explain caeru's lore without at least briefly alluding to the time he had a knifefight with poor edward light fingers. yes, that's a real caeru lore occurrence. he also picked up a new datemate or two.

but eventually- inevitably- caeru's journey for vengeance came to an end. he found the one responsible for greylu's murder, and put them to the sword. i'll skim over the details in the interest of keeping this post mostly spoiler-free, but, well,,,,,,,,

let's just the end of nemesis fucked caeru up. it fucked him up big time.

the ending he achieved was one of utilitarian necessity, and he only chose it because he saw it as his duty to all of london. he did the right thing. he did exactly as greylu would've wanted, surely, surely-

-but if that was true, why did he feel so regretful? why did his mind latch onto fantasies of a path he never took? why did he still feel like a dog on a leash for a corpse?

this couldn't be it. this couldn't be over. he failed, somehow, he knew it. when he turned down that chance, he lost the opportunity to prove his worth. he was still a failure. he still had a responsibility to his partner. he still had a reason to live.

this could not stand. he needed to do something. anything.

he needed to bring greylu back.

this wasn't selfishness, no, of course not! it was an act of generosity! greylu deserved a second chance at life! he deserved to breathe and move and live, just like everybody else! caeru was only undoing his original mistake! he was only making everything better! he was only being useful!!

just a little lacre here, and a little bark there, and just a few melted diamonds and a mess of withered bones and a handful of correspondence sigils and a hearty injection of apocyan and a fluke core and-

-his creative process was suddenly interrupted by his newer paramours breaking into his mad science laboratory to stop him from aggressively kinning victor frankenstein. this was, for better or worse, not enough to actually stop caeru from successfully making a homunculus. but ☝️ it was enough for a certain noman to violently confiscate his "resurrected lover", depriving him of the chance to reunite with greylu after all these years of grief.

caeru took this even worse than the finale of nemesis. more specifically; he took this and used it to completely spiral. and oh, did he spiral hard.

i mean, seriously, what kind of hound couldn't even serve its master? he had a chance to fix his greatest mistake and he blew it. he didn't deserve to call himself a savior. he barely deserved to call himself human. he was just a pile of broken parts too misguided to know when it was his time to quit.

he was so tired. he was so alone. he only heard the voice on the edge of sleep, and he only felt the weeping scars searing into his skin.

he did as the drowned man asked. he gave everything up, all over again. he committed what little remained of his psyche to the reckoning.

he didn't even notice the scoundrel's despair at his absence, or his paramours frantically searching for him, or the burning feeling that everything about his life was wrong.

he just wanted to sleep. so he stepped up to the altar, laid his head down, and closed his eyes.

he died as soon as the axe met his neck.

except she didn't.

caeru lost her head in the search for the name, but this wasn't the end for her. she continued until she finally arrived NORTH, and turned back at the last possible second. she was found unconscious on london's shores. she was starved, wounded, and severely hypothermic. the scoundrel bundled her in a blanket and carried her all the way home. she woke to the sound of relieved sobs, delighted purrs, and promises to never let her go.

she doesn't truly know why she turned back. she wanted to taste oblivion so badly, and that urge hasn't entirely gone away. she just... couldn't bring herself to take the final step. she saw the view from halfway down and all she felt was fear.

so she lives. she lives as a literal shell of herself, hollowed out from head to toe, constantly bleeding and constantly hurting. but she lives. and, one year after the start of her renewed life, she's almost learning to like living.

oh, and she figured out she's a trans woman. y'know. just in case the change in pronouns didn't make it obvious enough.

and now that you know how we got here... it's time to go over some actual caeru facts! (aww. she's surprised people talk about her.)

caeru's official fallen london epithet™ is The Saved Scientist. she used to go by The Doomed Scientist, but her title changed after she survived seeking the name. the only reason i don't call her this more often is because her name is shorter to type.

caeru accepts both she/her and he/him, but she usually defaults to the former.

despite my fondness for service dog metaphors, caeru is more of a catgirl.

just to make it absolutely clear; eaten did not directly cause most of caeru's mental problems. at most, he significantly expedited them. he's equal parts a symbolic representation of the allure of death, and also. a very literal evil ghost trying to jumpstart the apocalypse by living rent free in her head. he's a menace either way, but he only found her so quickly because there was already something he could latch onto.

caeru is the younger sister of my light fingers pc, lark! their relationship is pretty strained, but they do care about each other. they just also mutually believe their sibling is the single most annoying person in the universe.

caeru is gay married to the scoundrel. like, actually legally gay married. they had an in-game wedding and everything. they originally got engaged for notability and tax evasion, but their relationship evolved into. well. the thing every fake marriage AU evolves into. except caeru has convinced herself she's still faking this marriage despite kissing the scoundrel on the lips every morning night and second of every day. it's complicated.

her other primary paramour is @superoffbatter's louise. she also has something going on with @peepersotherstuff's terry, and a few other admirers of a more sinister nature...

caeru is an "import" of an older UTMV character with the same name. the two have diverged a lot, but her core concept has always remained the same; what if a scientist went through the horrors and had a lot of mental illnesses about it?

caeru isn't allowed to hunt the vake because she's an extremely self destructive unstoppable force and she would not stop until either her or it are six feet under. she's the kind of girl who gets an arm ripped off and instead of stopping and bandaging the wound she picks up her own arm and uses it as a club to beat her attacker to death. she's the kind of girl who gets drugged with moon milk and immediately blinds herself to maintain her sanity. she's the kind of girl who gets held at gunpoint and presses her head against the muzzle to establish dominance. you cannot let her get into action hero situations. she Will become a suicide bomber at a moment's notice. do not test her.

in terms of raw personality; caeru is both far more shy and far more snarky than this summary might make her come across!! she's easily overwhelmed by attention and even more easily overstimulated by affection. she's prone to burying her face in her scarf and quietly lingering on the edge of social functions, akin to a particularly disheveled mouse. if someone approaches her without warning there's a 25% chance she'll make a high pitched squeaking noise and immediately fall over dead. despite this, she's sort of the opposite in everything besides social interactions; she's extremely vocal and extremely reckless when her brain enters danger mode. imagine if fluttershy started talking like spiderman the minute you threatened to bomb her house. that's kind of what caeru is like. she has exactly two settings and one of them involves mocking you for wearing shitty jordans in the middle of a murder attempt.

she's also really dorky when she's not busy being a tortured gothic protagonist. she loves obscure trivia facts and nonsensical math equations and if she got the chance to live in a library for the rest of her life she would take it in a heartbeat. she would know every single part of FNAF lore.

candles have become a massive PTSD trigger for her. even the sight of one from far away can make her tremble.

caeru's scarf is an absolutely ancient comfort object dating all the way back to when she was a kid. she learned how to knit just so she can patch it up whenever it gets too damaged. she goes Literally Everywhere with it and if you try to make her take it off she WILL make sad kitty eyes at you. also it's a convenient way to hide both her face and her decapitation scars.

caeru's cloak is a very recent addition to her standard getup! it was a gift from a certain master of silks. it's woven from parabola linen. it's very soft. she likes it very very much. she will never admit she likes it, though. she refuses to give veils the satisfaction.

if you pat caeru on the head she goes >_< mrrow and you can pick her up and take her home with you. she's free. nobody can stop you. i have 777 candlegirls

i often joke that caeru is the secret real main character of my oc universe because everything and everyone somehow ties back to her in particular. this is because she's the secret real main character of my oc universe.

caeru has no organs left in her body :)

this lack of organs (or, more accurately, the reason why she has no organs) has preserved her body in exactly the state it was in before her beheading. she no longer ages, and she barely ever needs to breathe or eat. she's essentially stumbled her way into soft immortality. she feels Super Fucking Normal Emotions about it.

caeru has marie antoinette syndrome. her natural hair color is blonde; it only turned white in response to the trauma of greylu's death. she also started growing it out after a... certain incident during nemesis. she's sometimes bothered by just how poofy and unkempt it's become, but she's also not nearly bothered enough to actually sit down and trim it.

caeru is a VERY staunch liberationist! she views a world without laws as a utopia wherein everyone can always be safe and happy and nobody will ever die ever again. yes, she's been to the iron republic. yes, she still believes this. she may or may not end up on the calendar council someday.

caeru has reconciled her extremely anti-master political beliefs with her extremely pro-master spouse by constantly melodramatically musing on how she's doomed to homoerotically kill them for the sake of the revolution. the scoundrel is entirely unaware of this.

caeru's side of the apartment would fit perfectly in r/malelivingspace. her idea of decor is a single moldy box in the corner and nothing else. She Doesn't Deserve A Bedframe.

caeru is searching for her beloved creation (read; fucked up homunculus made in the image of her lover) to this day. she has absolutely no regrets about making him and in fact actively still believes she was FULLY in the right. she WILL do this kind of thing again if another lover dies on her watch. she's a little fucked up like that.

the beloved creation in question? that's none other than the shadow, my bag a legend pc ;)

her guilt + broken savior complex made her give up working as a doctor, but caeru has retained all of her medical expertise, and she's redirected most of that energy towards. well. general mad science activities. you might've been able to guess that based on the frankenstein attempt.

despite the aforementioned activities and her literal actual title, her primary profession is not science! she actually works as a licentiate. for the 5 people who've read this far without knowing fallen london lore, that's basically a fancy name for a hired killer. she's very selective about which targets she chooses to go after (and she can afford to be- the scoundrel is a very good silverer, she's far from the breadwinner of the household) but she's very committed to getting the job done. she rationalizes her murders as a "communal service"- she only kills people who deserve to die. she's only cutting out the weeds for the health of the garden.

of course, whether or not someone ""deserves"" to die depends entirely on subjective opinion, but. she tastefully ignores that part.

she's technically allied with the fingerkings, but only out of obligation to her fingerking-loving girlfriend. she honestly can't stand them. she just doesn't want to make louise sad.

her existence is technically one big reference to the "jade colored glasses" tv tropes page. yes, im entirely serious.

this concludes my caeru lore ted talk. keep in mind this entire thing (believe it or not) is an ABRIDGED summary. there's a LOT of stuff im leaving out, and a few things i've reordered/rephrased to better suit the story in this post. but it's all mostly here.

now lets hear a goodbye message from the sopping wet candlegirl herself!!!!!!!

first of all; my OCs are unnecessarily complicated and have way too much lore and it's all really really hard to summarize in its entirety in one post... and thus i've filed all lore posts about them under a dedicated tag. you can add /chrono to the end of the URL to scroll from the beginning and see all of these posts from the start (aka; from the vague beginnings of my fallen london hyperfixation to my modern day state of perpetual madness). this is not an elegant way of learning yin FLPC lore, but it is a straightforward way.

read this ask first, though. i'm gonna take this opportunity to summarize all four of them + link to their backstories and in-game profiles and it's gonna be way simpler for all of us if you have at least a vague idea of what you're getting into.

The Bandaged Scoundrel is my main FLPC, and one you might've glimpsed if you've been anywhere around the fallen london tumblr fandom block within the past two years. they're a self-absorbed socialite absolutely convinced they have infinite power (they don't) and infinite charm (they really don't) who all but worships the masters of the bazaar with feverish devotion, to the point of striving to become one himself... which is to say she's the world's worst mr cards. fortunately for all of london, his ability to be threatening is usually undercut by his complete and utter inability to stop being big of heart and dumb of ass. significant emphasis on the ass.

the scoundrel can usually be found pathetically simping for mr wines, writing ridiculous amounts of carnelian ballets, doing Silverer Crimes™ in parabola, strikebreaking unions for pure love of the hater game, enacting saturday-morning-cartoon-villain-esque schemes to win the approval of her colleagues, and/or regretting all of her life choices as she comes to the terrifying realization that she's given up her entire sense of self for little more than paltry comfort and empty promises. y'know, normal bat stuff!

the scoundrel has immeasurable genderfluid swag, and thus uses they/it/she/he pronouns, in that exact order. in gameplay terms, she's an endgame account that has completed the power ending of heart's desire (a shocking revelation, i know) and reached the game's content boundary (completed evolution, railway, discordant studies, the currently released chapters of firmament, etc) and is currently grinding vanity achievements for the sweet sweet reward of Bragging Rights.

you can find her impromptu backstory post here, and a slightly more recent rephrasing of said backstory here. other notable lore posts include the worst trauma they've ever experienced, their tracklayer's city incident (major railway spoilers), their reaction to the end of nemesis (major nemesis spoilers), their homestuck kin assignment, their mr eaten fake news agenda, their complicated perspective on their not-so-pretend marriage to caeru, what becomes of them once their transformation is complete (major evolution spoilers in all 3 links), their disco elysium skill list, all of the wonderful(?) scars on their body, the reasoning behind injecting themselves with violant, how they would behave if they were a major ambition character, and the most evil thing they've ever done.

...oh, and her real name is Dahlie von Ludenburg. i used to have a running joke where i refused to share the full uncensored version of it (that's why a lot of older posts refer to her as "d█████", and why i'm used to writing "the scoundrel" instead of her name) but eventually someone guessed correctly and i was obliged to confirm it. basically nobody knows her name in-universe, this is pure unadulterated meta knowledge.

oh. and here's Every Scoundrel Image. no, im not joking.

The Doomed Scientist is the love of my life my second FLPC, who currently operates as The Saved Scientist due to significant character development and also not actually being doomed anymore. her real name is Caeru Komisk. she's a quiet and devastatingly clever woman with a fondness for reading, snarking, knives, self-sacrifice, self-degradation, self-annihilation, and doing whatever she thinks is best for her loved ones (regardless of whether or not they agree with her). she's the most loyal weapon anyone's ever wielded and the most low self esteem action hero to ever walk the underside of the earth. she has caused 12 million problems and apologized for exactly 5 of them. she's a killer for hire who gets self righteous over who she kills and if you call her out for being a liberationist in love with a master of the bazaar (the scoundrel) she will aggressively ignore you. she holds nothing but love and kindness in her heart and the world beheads her for it. she is infinitely sweet and soft and god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. she is everything to me.

caeru can usually be found shadowing her paramours, curling up in libraries, flustering over the slightest of compliments, committing neath-typical mad science crimes, poisoning people to death as a 9-to-5, having horrifying nightmares about watching her loved ones die in front of her all over again, desperately searching for a man she condemned to an eternity of loneliness and agony, struggling to get over her suicidal idealization, and trying on dresses as she slowly grows more and more comfortable with her femininity.

caeru has recently (read; circa february 2025) undergone a gender awakening, and currently uses both she/her and he/him pronouns. if asked she would identify herself as little more than an object, though it'd be more accurate to label her a trans woman. in gameplay terms, she's a former throwaway SMEN alt i got way too invested in. she's a relatively endgame account who has completed the bloodied robe ending of nemesis and is breaking into post-railway and early firmament content (although she has yet to do evolution). at the time of writing, she is currently going through deeper discordant studies. don't wish her luck!

you can find her impromptu backstory post here. other notable lore posts include part of her reaction to the end of nemesis (major nemesis spoilers), her grand return from the avid horizon, her epic gender reveal party, her dubious thoughts on necromancy (this will make more sense if you read it after perusing the shadow's lore posts), her complicated perspective on her not-so-pretend marriage to the scoundrel, her inability to go back (major evolution spoilers), and this very important fanart of her being so so very pretty.

...oh, and she's a living candle. that's probably important to mention. she doesn't actually have organs now. she's literally a walking decapitated corpse. this feeds into her complexes a normal and healthy and normal and sane and normal and okay and normal and acceptable and have i mentioned normal amount?

The Unlucky Songbird is scientifically proven to be the sixteenth most whumpable man to ever grace the face of the neath. he is also, probably not coincidentally, my third FLPC. his real name is Lark Komisk- he's caeru's estranged older brother. once a lackadaisical pacifist, the accumulated horrors of the neath have forced him into a hardcore survivalist mindset. this is a completely healthy coping mechanism that does not damage him whatsoever. his unabashed hatred of the neath and status as a monster hunter might paint an intimidating visage (the skull mask he loves wearing definitely doesn't help his case) but once you get past his exterior he's far and away the friendliest person in my entire roster. he's still a soft-hearted trickster, and he's still more interested in dandylike decadence than picking any kind of fight. just be wary of the friends he has in his corner.

lark can usually be found lurking in suspicious alleyways, chasing monster hunting bounties, pickpocketing strangers, getting up to hijinks with his companions, "sunning" himself in the light of the false stars, posing in the mirror because he thinks he looks cool, getting suspiciously excited about holding power over others, getting suspiciously excited about holding power over his husband specifically, sitting in a shallow pool of water and happily wiggling his tail like a bird or perhaps a fish, having major anxiety attacks over the knowledge that his life will someday end and there's quite literally nothing he can do to escape it, and making a fortune sinking ships as a pirate at zee.

lark is, tragically, a cis* man who uses he/him pronouns. in gameplay terms, he's a lategame account who has completed the star ending of light fingers, and- after very recently finishing evolution- is finally breaking into railway content! yay for him! he's also finally interacted with his husband after nearly one IRL year of cockblocking him for no apparent reason, so, y'know. his romantic life is going Just Swimmingly.

you can find his impromptu backstory post here. other notable lore posts include his beloved bug who he misses very much (major light fingers spoilers in both links), his beloathed husband who he doesn't miss at all (even more major light fingers spoilers), his complicated relationship with his sister, the tale of the prince with a thousand enemies, his problematic opinions on capitalism, his neath things tierlist, his ultimate fate (major evolution spoilers), and the lizardification of the world's scaredest birdboy.

...oh, and he's legally blind in his right eye. his first death severely damaged the socket, and fixing it isn't high on his priority list. compared to everything else the neath has done to him, this is a relatively minor inconvenience... for the most part. don't throw a basketball and expect him to have a reliable sense of depth perception. he'll get hit in the head and make distressed lizard noises and you'll just end up feeling really bad.

*i have no idea what this asterisk means.

The Plutonian Shadow is my fourth and final FLPC, and it's literally just a little guy. just a little scrimblo. a scrunklepop, if you will. an itty-bitty blorb of beebus. it's also an eight foot tall inhuman monster that supports gruesome murder as long as its snowgirl sidekick is the one holding the knife. y'know, normal homunculus stuff! real talk; his lore is slightly more complicated than the first three (due to being HEAVILY intertwined with caeru) so this will be a longer section than the rest. Buckle In.

in less unserious terms; the shadow's chosen alias is Greylu Grimm. it is the mildly tortured and thoroughly estranged creation of caeru, made as a crude replacement for her dead lover. while it is unmistakably crafted in his image- and indeed identifies itself as the man caeru once loved- it remembers almost nothing of its "former life", and is especially unaware of who made it to begin with. These Memory Issues Distress It Greatly. fortunately, it can distract itself by getting really codependently attached to its best friend (and housemate), the scoundrel's runaway noman! and if she's not good at distracting him... well, he'll just have to grin and bear it for yet another day.

the average londoner knows none of this, of course, and to most greylu is merely a tall and mysterious stranger in a tattered old cloak (or a fancy tux, depending on how confident he feels at the time). he's unfalteringly polite and always happy to make new friends, but there's always an odd edge to his smile- an unsettling abyss in his empty eyesocket, a sense that he picks and chooses his empathy and never cares to second-guess himself. nevertheless, he sincerely loves to socialize, and especially loves to play at being fancy and important- he's a bit too fond of melodrama, in fact, to the point of bordering on the 1890s equivalent of a chunibyo. yes, i'm serious about that description. he's a sinister monster lurking in the shadows!!!!!! he's going to conquer the neath and rule with an iron fist!!!!!!! he'll be on top of the world one day!!!!!!!!!!!! now if only he could figure out who keeps leaving all of these fancy suits on his doorstep...

greylu can usually be found following the yearner like a lost lamb, becoming the talk of the town (for better or for worse) at parties, getting lost because he can't remember how to navigate london, repressing his feelings to the point of madness, desperately missing a man he doesn't know is a woman, running an orphanage in his free time because he earnestly loves helping the urchins, helping the yearner rip out someone's heart and bury their body because he thinks it's necessary for their shared continued survival, amassing a comical amount of certifiable scraps to pay for one (1) piece of fancy cloth, amassing a comical amount of weapons to kill one (1) piece of evil bat, and amassing a comical amount of love towards one (1) evil snowgirl.

the existence of greylu's gender is highly contested among scholars, but it seems to accept both he/him and it/its pronouns. in gameplay terms, he's a midgame account currently playing through the bag a legend ambition! he's got personal beef with the vake and he can't wait to wrestle it to death. the vake is, of course, delighted about this entire affair.

you can find his impromptu backstory post here... except that writeup has major unavoidable endgame nemesis spoilers, and is singlehandedly longer than the entirety of this post ten times over, so if you haven't finished the nemesis ambition and/or value your personal time on this earth, i'd instead recommend this marginally more abridged summary here.

other notable lore posts include his gundham tanaka impression, his snowgirl headcanons, his chosen name swag, his being buddies with lark, the lore behind its title, its fucked up morality, the strugglerrr, its growing resentment towards its evil sidekick, his patrick bateman complexes, and information not about greylu but instead about that aforementioned evil sidekick. yes i put 5 whole links there and all of them are equally important. because while the yearner isn't my OC (she belongs to @superoffbatter), her and greylu go pretty much hand in hand. she's very important. ⛄ <- the snowgirl!!!!!!!!!!

...oh, and his body is composed of roughly 40% lacre, 4% bone, 5% metal, 30% wood, 20% apocyan, and 1% diamond. he's somewhat akin to a kinder egg- the outer layers of bark and steel help protect the soft innards of snow and marrow (and these layers are what's actually keeping him alive). due to the circumstances of his creation, part of this shell was never completed, so apocyan ends up constantly leaking from his left eyesocket, and some of his lacre body (particularly his right arm) is completely exposed. this is harmless and painless. he's just a delightful little guy :3

this concludes my obnoxiously long ted talk. thank you for your time. as extra compensation:

here's a playlist for the scoundrel

here's a playlist for the scientist

here's a stimboard for the scoundrel

here's a stimboard for the scientist

here's the gang in picrew

here's the gang's xbox opinions

here's the gang's pokemon teams

here's the gang's cosmodex stats

here's the gang as gaymers

here's the gang as bloomburrow critters

here's the gang on total drama

here's the gang on a deserted island (unrelated to total drama)

and last but certainly not least, here's the gang searching for puppy dog city.