Pestilence

They weren’t very sure of what had just happened. The Herald looked… well, with an expressionless mask it could have been any emotion, but he had looked shocked? Disturbed?

Once outside the halls of the laboratory Viktor just waited for Verval to go out for he planned to leave them there and just lock the laboratory, making sure that the undead won’t follow inside again. He wasn’t going to reveal information about anyone without their approval, and certainly not to a supernatural creature.

“Here we are.” 

“Why are you leaving?” they asked, taking a few steps towards Viktor. “You aren’t supposed to leave.”

“I have wealth. I could part with it for your advice,” they stated.

To prove that they weren’t lying, Verval reached inside their ribcage and pulled out a half-rotted pouch. They carefully undid the rope that had closed the sack, and showed the contents to Viktor.

They weren’t very sure of what had just happened. The Herald looked... well, with an expressionless mask it could have been any emotion, but he had looked shocked? Disturbed?

|| The Basics ||

Name: Verval Nickname(s): Verv/Undead/Boney-Butt (upon occasion) Age: 3000-8000 years Species: Undead/

|| Personal ||

Religious Belief: N/A

Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath

Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice

Primary Goals In Life: See the world. Again and again. Remember.

Languages Known: Modern Common, (mildly to very) archaic versions of almost all other languages.

Secrets: The past should remain hidden. They know how the Shadow Isles were formed - the ancient secrets of the city-states... And they’ll never tell. And then there are secrets that they can’t even remember.

Quirks: Verval has a habit of storing things in their chest cavity. They also have a habit of shoving their cat in said chest cavity.

Savvies: A ridiculously good memory. Magic - although only of the decaying variety. Walking.

|| Physical ||

Height: 5′11 Weight: Approx. 54 pounds Scars/Birthmarks: The current host had a large port-wine stain (red birthmark, like spilled wine) on their torso. The area it was on has fallen off. Abilities/Powers: Passive ability to decay their surroundings - can be suppressed with concentration. Active ability to target said decay. Restrictions: The limits of the mortal form. Outside of a host, the limits of being the equivalent of a cloud of smoke.

|| Favorites ||

Favourite Drink: Water, if necessary. Favourite Pizza Topping: Pizza doesn’t exist here.

Favourite Color: Grey-Green Favourite Music Genre: Unknown. Favourite Book Genre: History. They like laughing at the inaccuracies. Also, books on how to take care of a pt. Favourite “Movie” Genre: What is a movie. Favourite Season: Autumn-Winter. Favourite Butt Type: One that they don’t see. Favourite Swear Word: [insert noise that sounds like an eldritch abomination’s cough] Favourite Scent: Unknown. Favourite Quote: “History repeats itself.”

|| Fun Stuff ||

Bottom or Top: Neither. Sex is beyond them. Sings In The Shower: They don’t shower. Likes Bad Puns: Hates them. They make her groan and shake her head. Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic / Good / Gray / Evil (D&D Chaotic Neutral) Build: Slender / Scrawny / Curvy / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Baby fat / Pudgy / Obese / Other: Corpse Favourite Food: Something simple, if needed. “Boss” Theme Music : Not Safe - OFF OST Their Opinion On The Mun: “I wouldn’t associate with them.”

Hello my lovely followers. As you know aristocrats tend throw around their wealth for parties and such, and Alexandra is no different.

So to celebrate her birthday, today on the 27th of May, I will open up a giveaway, probably the last for this blog. I unfortunately live in Narnia and I have a hard time physically shipping you things, and most of your are on the NA servers for League where I don’t have a leveled account, so I will be giving out art!

I am also celebrating almost a year as an active part of this community (which I both hate and love so much) and 825 followers!

What I will be giving you?

Five runner ups will receive a sketchy, digital, black and white drawings of their characters. Examples here [x][x][x]

3rd place will receive a digitally drawn, painted and shaded portrait of a character of their choice. [x] [x]

2nd place will receive a digitally drawn, painted and shaded waist up drawing of a character of their choice. [x] [x]

And finally 1st place will receive a digitally drawn, painted and shaded full body drawing of one or two characters of their choice. (I lack reference but by now you know what my art looks like)

Rules for the party

You must be following me. It’s alright if you follow after this giveaway is posted, but please don’t unfollow right after. It is not very nice. Not to mention you will have to follow me when I will be choosing the winners.

No giveaway blogs.

Only reblogs count as entries, and every reblog counts as an entry. Reblog as much as you want but be considerate.

If you won something I will send you a message. If you fail to reply within three days of that message, I will give the prize to someone else.

The deadline is the 1st of July, so roughly more than a month before I chose my winners. By that time I am holding an Acolytes of The Glorious Evolution application on my Viktor blog. I am offering features and art for everyone that’s supporting the Glorious Evolution or is a part of it so be sure to check it out!-> [x]

Good luck, and I am hoping you enjoy this blog enough and I am worth the follow. 

When I first made this blog I had in mind to make an art/writing blog that won’t only include Viktor but also his acolytes and everyone that is somehow part of his cause or is not an acolyte but carries one of his augments.

I see and interact with many amazing OCs that are somehow connected to Viktor and I really want to make some sort of an appreciation event for them, as well as anyone else that at one point made a character directly or indirectly connected to Viktor and the Glorious Evolution.

What you will get?

I will promote your acolyte (with it your character) on this blog as well as my other blogs. 

You will receive a page on my blog with information you will provide of your acolyte.

You will receive a digitally drawn portrait of your acolyte featured on my blog, and you will be free to use it wherever you want.

Your acolyte will be included in art for this blog and you will be free to use said art (and you will be credited)

You will be part of future events should I organize some. 

What do you need to do?

If you have a RP blog for a character that is either one of Viktor’s acolytes, wants to become one of Viktor’s acolytes or is somehow connected to Viktor (or has one of his augments) fill in the form below the cut and submit it to my inbox. 

If you don’t have an RP blog, however you want to have one of your characters both featured and included, then you can provide the information regardless. All acolytes are good acolytes, and all OCs are welcomed! 

I sort of want to unite everyone connected to Viktor and everyone willing to be his acolyte since that way it will feel more like an organization and it will be easier to do many events as well as art.I also encourage other Viktor blogs to do this, because what’s better than so many people loving the same fictional character. Everyone that hates the Glorious Evolution and thinks we are bad…good…. fear us! But you are still lovely and you can reblog this so everyone can see. 

So join the Glorious Evolution!

(application form below the cut)

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Something inside the undead was telling them that this was a horrible, horrible idea. Viktor’s pacing was putting them on edge - what if he figured out what they were really asking?

Viktor grew impatient with their demands since they were wasting his time. He should perhaps just cut their body in half and have his acolytes throw them in the back alley, sentient or not.

“I have wealth. I could part with it for your advice,” they stated.

To prove that they weren’t lying, Verval reached inside their ribcage and pulled out a half-rotted pouch. They carefully undid the rope that had closed the sack, and showed the contents to Viktor.

Verval thought back to all the times they had had with Alexandra. They had made her bracelets, she had put fake bunny ears on their head, they had disposed of a body together… Good times.

Viktor began walking left to right, slowly while he was thinking and only his augmented feet tapping against the metal floor.

Something inside the undead was telling them that this was a horrible, horrible idea. Viktor’s pacing was putting them on edge - what if he figured out what they were really asking?

Verval seemed to inhale - what else could the sudden noise have been - and thought for a few moments before speaking.

Viktor looked at Verval in disbelief for really Alexandra seemed like the last person to befriend an undead. He expected anyone else, perhaps the younger Katherin who was into necromancy, however not Miss Campbell in any scenario.

He just tilted his head forward and rose a brow underneath his mask.

Verval thought back to all the times they had had with Alexandra. They had made her bracelets, she had put fake bunny ears on their head, they had disposed of a body together... Good times.

“I cannot ask he- them the question. It would be a bad idea to ask,” Verval said vaguely, before sighing. “It is advice on a question. And a gift. You know this person better than I do.”

Viktor cursed his luck and just slowly covered his face, or rather mask, with his palm.

Verval seemed to inhale - what else could the sudden noise have been - and thought for a few moments before speaking.