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Hopeful
When ███████ █████████ was reincarnated into a new world, he didn't expect an easy life. Birthed as a dhampir for a vampire count, he saw an eternity of being forever a thrall to his father, doing his dark bidding as his long-suffering Renfield.
Fortunately, upon the first year of his new life as a monster, the renamed Veylin received his unique skill from the powers that ruled this world. Upon receiving "Defiant" as his skill, Veylin learned he was highly resistant to status conditions, including his father's enthralling powers. Additionally, he gained the power to crack skills and spells from all manner of different sources, regardless of class, level, or racial restrictions. With this cheat skill in his quiver, he quickly set the task of overcoming his father's power and usurping his estate for himself.
For a long time, Veylin strove for solitude, maintaining his acquired domain as a measure to live an easy, uncomplicated life on his father's ill-gotten riches. However, circumstances plagued him, and new enemies from multiple ends kept forcing his hand to retaliation and rebellion. With the use of his vast litany of newly acquired skills, he fell into a grand farce of fate that saw him stumbling into the role of Demon Lord of the continent.
Now the ruler of a vast kingdom, overseen by monstrous races of every color and creed, Demon Lord "Veylin, the Sensate" reluctantly sits upon the throne. The Demon Lord presiding over the profane demesnes of Lust and Sloth, his realm is one of opulence and excess. Cults to his name spring up from pleasure dens, inns, gambling halls and theatres where all manner of entertainment can be found. Worshippers praise his name in the pursuit of banishing inhibitions, and humans readily give themselves over to be reforged into monster races for the sheer pleasure of the experience.
Evolving from dhampir into a legendary race, "Scion of the Dark Mother", Veylin has become a creature of aching beauty, known far and wide for his exemplary talents in enchantment and illusion magics, much to his chagrin. His secret ambition is to foist his titles to someone of comparable strength and magical potency so he can return to his ideal life of solitude and easy living. In spite of his cabinet of nocturnal monsters, pleasure demons and sycophants, he maintains the demeanor of one repelled by direct attention, often seeking comfort in his own self-isolation...
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OOC: While this character is open to play with all sorts, I'd like to set expectations with regard to relationships / love / sex. Veylin isn't usually seeking that sort of attention, and if he does, it's after getting to know a person for some time. As well, as his creator, I'm more in the market to set him up into an mxm relationship, since that's usually my preference as a writer. If that's something you're interested pursuing, let's be sure to chat ooc to help facilitate things along. ^^
Gnomes got the monopoly on firearms in this world, though apparently they're super hard to produce, for some reason. I guess it's all the fiddly little mechanisms that keep them from being able to mass produce anything of quality. Good news for me, I'd rather not get involved with a goddamn arms race on top of everything else...
Half-tempted to mass produce a number of spellbooks and scatter them through the human cities to see how long it takes a revolution to start....
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Bored
Like? I could make hundreds of contingency plans, but what the hell's my magic gonna do if some asshole comes flying in, piloting an off-brand Gundam?
One thing I'm thankful for is this world doesn't have inexplicable mecha technology.
That's a little bit of a pet peeve of mine for isekai series where they just spring that shit on you without a reasonable explanation...
//Something me and Veylin share as character traits is our utter dislike of cooking/making food...
Current Mood:
Frustrated
A shiny magic rock to the volunteer who goes to scuttle the hero summoning ritual for me. Sneaks and rogues to the front of the line.
Hmm... If some of those mages were to mysteriously vanish overnight, I could push back the arrival of said hero for a good while.
Why wait? If I can stall a successful ritual, I can subvert the narrative and buy myself a little more quiet for a time.
Okay, so my little nattering cultists are picking up chatter in the human kingdoms. Supposedly, there is talk about summoning a Hero via ritual, but they're very divided which country will act as their patron, since they only cumulatively have the mages necessary to pull it off.
I guess these horny fools do have a use after all...
Woof, I hate riddles...
The problem with riddles is that they seldom come at a moment of our choosing.
