[Bàs: The Embodiment of Death]

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[Realm of the Primordials]

Down in a valley of endless mist, fir, and stone, upon a cliff, there rested a decrepit castle of immense proportions. The crumbling, towering walls were carved and layered blocks of once fine basalt and sandstone, held together with a gritty mortar of lime, soil and water. Ivy and vine crawled amongst the bleached rock, hiding ancient broken and rusted weapons, and emerging from the empty orifices of decayed skeletons, still housed in their twisted and stained armour.

 

To the south, lay a great expanse of oddly still black water. One might envision that they could see the pale skeletal figures of merpeople fluttering just beneath the cold surface, if they only looked hard enough. The north was overtaken by a wall of cavernous mountains, rising into the night blackened sky like jagged teeth aching, to swallow up the swollen sphere of the pale faced moon. Stretching around the collapsed western battlements of the structure, a forest took root. It was not a still place. And nor, was it a friendly place.

 

This particular forest was primordial and spectral. Centuries-old trees with sprawling limbs guarded the darkness, blotting out any moonlight. The leaf strewn ground stank of death and decay, and slime and fungus oozed from rotting trunk and branch alike. Beneath a massive, arching oak there lay a bloated and rotting deer carcass, maggots appearing as stark and ugly yellowed-white against the empty sockets and decaying tan hide, welcomed guests in such an untouched and timeworn place. And from the shadowed ruin of shattered stone and tangled infestation of weeds, there came a voice. It was quiet at first, only a soft murmuring whisper of sound, but swiftly escalated into a clear baritone that echoed all about, from all directions like the ringing of a death knell.

 

There was a sudden explosion of light, sound, and cold and magic so old and ancient that it was unfathomable, and the only inhabitant of this dead place- for it was the former Realm of the Primordials, now desecrated and destroyed- was sucked up into the Portal.

[now in SkyrieVerse, on the Edge of the Borderlands]

He came to awareness like how one sloughs through drifts of snow- lurching and slow. BàsDeathWodenBrotherDeath, he had too many names, too many titles.

 

Bàs. Bàs would do just fine.

 

The ancient being looked about, gripping his spear-staff tighter in his gauntlet covered hand, wings arching high above him in assertion of threat and dominance. His golden armour glittered in the faint light, and with a firm downstroke, Death took to the air in order to investigate.

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[Bàs: The Embodiment of Death]

|| Interesting! would you happen to have some tips on making my account a single roleplay account? I’ve always had specific characters for each roleplay- so this is all quite new to me. Feel free to private message me so we don’t clutter the forum.

[Bàs: The Embodiment of Death]

||The only websites that I have used for roleplay would be Facebook Messenger,Feral Heart and Quotev. Instagram would seem to fall under the category of app than website.

How about you?

[Bàs: The Embodiment of Death]

Greetings!

You can call me Angelic or Chaos- either works fine.

I am currently in my ninth year of roleplaying yet my first year on Skyrie. I am primarily found on Instagram for roleplaying (ohboyavacuum). I’m still trying to get used to the whole single character gig so please bear with me in my old fashioned ways.

I wont go as far as to say I’m “escaping,” instead I am merely trying something new.

My roleplay style is literate, and I am excited to get to know you all.

Have a lovley day/night!

[Bàs: The Embodiment of Death]

Apple is the real MVP on this site damnnnn

[Bàs: The Embodiment of Death]

// canon:

a term used by creators/actors/authors of a published work or series to confirm that it is a true event in and of that world. For example:

“It is <u>canon</u> that Darth Vader was Anakin Skywalker.”

Other tenses include: canonical

//HeadCanon:

the perceived or projected idea/theory of a relationship, character, or event, that is NOT canonical. Often created by fans. See “Bland Marvel Headcanons” for prime examples.

EX: “<u>HeadCanon</u> that Aragorn and Legolas knee each other since Aragorn was a child and are best friends.”

 

// OOC:

the abbreviation for the term Out Of Character. This is typically used with parentheses, brackets or double slashes. (), [], // and only when speaking out of Roleplay.

For Example:

Rylah moved slowly through the woods, shivering at the cold bite of winter. <u>((I’ve got to go! See you tomorrow))</u>

 

//OOC {alt.}

the other version of this, is commonly used by those roleplaying as canon characters. OOC in this case, means that the way that they are interacting as the character is NOT how the character acts in canon. This is not for OC characters- only Canon Characters.

 

If I think of anymore, I’ll add them.

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[Bàs: The Embodiment of Death]

FIRST NAME: Giovenzio

LAST NAME: Varone

AGE: 24 {Oct. 3rd 1923}

GENDER: Male

RANKING: The Boss/Capo Famiglia/ The Don

BIRTHPLACE: Bordonaro, Sicily- moved to Port Gioia Tauro, Italy in 1933 at the age of 10.

LANGUAGE(S): Italian, English, French, Greek, Russian

PERSONALITY: Giovenzio is, well, creepy. He’s quiet to the point it’s scary, and whenever he talks in his chillingly raspy voice, a single word is enough to send shivers down a persons spine. He seems to leak an aura of death wherever he may go. Giovenzio likes to be alone, seated in his desk and creating trinkets and such from scraps. Yet beneath this gossamer layer, Giovenzio has a complex personality, capable of both benevolence and utter savagery.  Which side of him you see depends  largely upon whose ‘side’ you fight upon. In one sense, Giovenzio is freakishly strong, fearless, and an excellent instinctual user of combat. His sense of loyalty to his Famiglia, and his mercy to swiftly killing Alarico after brutalizing his spine, show a benevolent and mildly compassionate side of the Boss. On the other hand, Giovenzio is also fierce, quick-tempered and, capable of great cruelty, as evidenced by his brutal killings of his former Underboss Manlio, and his traitorous lover, Alarico. Cold and calculating, Giovenzio is highly intelligent and witty, with a razor sharp mind. He’s typically grumpy and surly, but does have his soft spots. Do not get on his bad side lest you wish to be partial to a brutal thrashing and savagely relentless beating. Despite this, he is fiercely loyal and protective of those he calls his own. If he is in a good mood, he can exclude a mischievous attitude and a crass, dark humor. He has an intense hatred for weaklings, liars, cowards and fools. A concussive force on a battlefield, this man’s main strengths lie in his combat skill and highly analytical mind. He is highly capable of working with others and leading a group given his ranking, and loathes being stuck behind his desk instead of working with his men. This man is crafty, and skillful in staying alive. He’s made it his business to know this wharf inside and out, and can match the best of them in a fight. His genius level intelligence and cunning- paired with honed and carefully crafted street skills, makes him both a political and intellectual threat. His sadistic instances of unneeded brutality, paired with his violent temperament and general arrogance often have others wary and unwilling to approach him. His lack of proper emotional upbringing often leads him to offend and insult others both knowing, and unknowingly. He struggles with trusting others wholeheartedly and will often keep secrets if he thinks it will keep the family in peace of mind.

APPEARANCE: Giovenzio has pale skin and slicked dark hair trimmed short on the sides. His dark, pitch eyes are the color of bitter coffee. He has a sharp jawline and lean, muscular build, many scars glinting like pink glass upon alabaster skin. He has two tattoos; one of a raven on his right forearm and an intricate design of a Celtic knot spanning over his back, with Arthurian legends woven in the ribbon of the knots themselves. Giovenzio wears simple, yet elegant dark clothing consisting of black or charcoal trousers, black or dark red shirts and a long coat paired with a tie and fedora style hat. He’s often seen carrying a black cane topped with a silver raven head.

WEAPON (if any): His cane, a pocket pistol, several knives hidden all over his body. Knowledge of military infantry weaponry.

KNOWN COMBAT STYLES: Boxing, ‘street fighting’, Military training, aikido. Currently learning Muay Thai.

OTHER SKILLS: Pickpocketing, lock picking, carpentry, finances, business.

WEAKNESSES: Suffers from PTSD due to the war, was nearly crippled in his left knee which led to him being honourably discharged- he can still walk but there is a reason the cane is needed.

FEARS: Thunderstorms, spiders, to be unable to walk, his family being hurt/killed.

CRUSH: None

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

LOVER: Formerly Alarico

PARTNER: None

CHILDREN: None

KIN: Father// Ezio Varone//Deceased: Brother // Francisco Varone// Deceased: Mother // Helena Varone-Chronis //Assumed to be deceased.

BRIEF HISTORY: Born in 1923, and growing up with only his mother, elder Brother and one of his fathers Caporegime with a few Made Men, Giovenzio did not have the most normal of childhoods. When the war grew, and movement to his fathers territory in Italy was unavoidable, his mother- who loathed what her husband did- initially refused, and stayed in Sicily. So he then spent the rest of his life at his fathers side, as his 27 year old brother, Francisco was killed by a hitman in 1933. In October 1940 he eagerly enlisted into the army at the age of 17, pretending to be 18, and was sent to Greece. After the German aided invasion in May of 1941, Giovenzio was shipped to aid in the defense of Italian occupied France, where he was gravely wounded after saving a fellow soldier from a mine. The damage to his leg was extensive enough that Giovenzio was honourably discharged and sent back to Italy. He then took up the mantle of boss at the age of 21, after his father died of lung and liver cancer. His mother is thought to have been killed in the bombings of Sicily. He discovered his lover, Alarico was a Nazi Extremist and killed him with his own hands. He then killed his fathers Underboss, Manlio who had been the one who hired the hitman to kill Francisco.

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