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IN PILGRIMAGE
———— # REDROBES : Independent, selective, private & low activity RP blog for A player character from the video game Journey Highly headcanon based, expanding on & inspired by the lore. a study in. delusions of savior, wavering faith, survivors guilt, an endless cycle and fatigue, abandoning responsibilities, ravages of war, selfish cruel and red. woven by Linnea
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LINNEA, 27, SHE/HER, EST
[ 001 ] : This blog is mutuals only, meaning we follow each other. I will only interact with mutuals via threads and probably asks but that may be liable to change. I rarely unfollow people. If I do unfollow you it will most likely be because: you never followed me back or you unfollowed first, I deem your actions and words uncomfortable and/or you were inactive for more than 6 months. multi-muse and OC friendly.[ 002 ] : One liner, paragraph, multi paragraph, novella are all welcome. I am personally not the best at one liners so all starters written by me will be at least one paragraph long. As for plotting, I do enjoy it if only to get the ball rolling. If you don't like plotting that's perfectly fine! I'm fine with doing most of the heavy lifting. I'm also totally open to making starters as well so please don't hesitate to ask.
[ 003 ] : I will tag any and all triggers asked of me. I will tag any common triggers as they come up on this blog: Common themes/occurrences that will be found on this blog may include blood, violence, gore, body horror, unreality, mentions of war and effects there of, existentialism, apocalyptic / mass extinction events etc. Triggers will be tagged ___ tw[ 004 ] : These rules are very basic and I retain the right to change them at any time. I'm just here to chill and ramble about a game that came out in 2012 that has taken up a significant part of my brain. others notes this blog is multi-ship, multiple verses will be available for ease of interaction, much of the art found on this blog was done by me.
NAME: Cyerulian, or simply 'Cy' , (pronounced like 'sigh' as in 'an exasperated sigh').
AGE: ageless, older than oblivion, the destruction of their homeland, the rebirth of a new star. They are infinitely, indefinitely old and continues to live on in a constant cycle. Appears in his late twenties , early thirties.
GENDER: fluid.
PRONOUNS: he , they , she.RACE: Rythulian, a race of people cloth based. They are humanoid in form but cover themselves head to toe in fabric. Long billowing robes adorned with ornate embroidery priceless in value. Not even leaving their faces uncovered, when traversing they wear masks. ( note: Cyerulian is of Kyrgyz & Mongolian descent ).
HEIGHT: 5'9".
WEIGHT: 170lbs.
PHYSIQUE: Lithe but sturdy. Unable to discern their physique from under their robes, they often appear fairly formless. They have muscular yet shapely legs, graceful. Their build is very much akin to that of a ballet dancer.
EYE COLOR: brown.
HAIR COLOR: dark brown.
HAIR STYLE: a long mop of messy curls. when not tied up under his hood it either flows freely or put into many messy braids.
COMPLEXION & BLEMISHES: a deep tan. a few scars across their body due to hard falls and battle with the war machines.ATTIRE: Distinct red robes and a red hood is unique to the traveler. The styles and fashions can change from time to time. Currently, he is often seen sporting an elaborate headdress, encrusted with jewels and embroidered. Their headdress is large and flowing enough to almost double as a top, as the dangling bits cover his chest. Pants are baggy and easy to move in.
ACCESSORIES: An abundance of jewelry, mostly gold. Large sun-shaped earrings. The long, long scarf that cascades down their form with runes emblazoned into the fabric.
SCENT: Distinctly of warmth, something musky, like embers or cinnamon. Fairly pleasant.
VOICE: While rarely seems to speak initially, when they do, it’s jovial. The Rythulians had a language based on musical tones, and they are more likely to speak in their mother tongue on first meetings. Can be talkative to a fault.
MANNERISMS: Incredibly graceful and elegant in their movements, like a dance, they can bound many yards in a single leap, and float above the ground miles high. General demeanor ranges from coy, irritatingly smug, flirtatious to totally uninterested.
HEALTH: in good health.TRAITS: adaptable, eloquent, athletic, attractive, humorous, innovative, rude, sly, mysterious, talkative, creative, prideful, aloof, devout, a sadness becomes them deep down with frustration and a distinct sense of self - loathing, their mask is hardly a mask however as their facade is simply who they are, carries himself regally and gracefully with a noble air, head held high their smile is hardly kind but pleasant to look at, there is a cruelness to them although subtle, if he were to be in a place of power he’d surely be a tyrant but not a competent one, he’s one for tricks and thinks he’s quite cunning, the idea of falling in love is laughable to him but he does it often.ABILITY 1: The powers he possesses is that of flight, being able to control and harness the powers of the red cloth, and able to weave the fabric and imbue other materials with its powers.ABILITY 2: A hyperpolyglot with the capability to understand and speak all of the ‘words of god’ across multi - dimensional planes. All languages, verbal and non-verbal, are at his lips and fingertips.
Cyerulian, a savior figure for the Rythulian race prophesied by the memory stones, is a traveler. Their initial stint into the world they were dropped into was a constant barrage of sand and snow, traveling up to the highest point of the mountain where the word of god came to be, in order to do something. Cyerulian’s continued on their pilgrimage and their fate for several cycles, completing their pilgrimage multiple times over before being tossed back into the fray with several other travelers each on their own leg of their own journey.Cyerulian is a somewhat elusive person, often popping out of nowhere and being in places you’d rather not see him. He seems to garner amusement in toying with others, being rude, and being invasive and transgressive. There’s often a smile on this face, calm and soothing but his eyes are snake - like and there’s an aura of mystique and sleaze in equal parts.
He is fairly attractive, and is aware of such, and will use this to charm his way into people’s house and home. He may mooch off of you, but he isn’t entirely reprehensible, often finding ways to repay the kindness of others, even if it’s a bit late or not typical.Can be very talkative, to a fault. Somewhat eccentric and slightly flamboyant Cyerulian simply wishes to enjoy himself apart from the tasks imparted on him. While he fluctuates from wanting to continue on his pilgrimage into a constant cycle, it’s just not appealing. Thus he is trying his best (allegedly) to find new ways to bring about the second coming of his people.Cyerulian is an artisan, best known for weaving, textile design, and sewing. He says this is the one thing he’s good at and cares to be good at. Apart from this he’s very athletic and has a way with words, waxing poetic when he doesn’t need to, saying that the gods gave him his voice and that he should use it to speak all their wonders.Due to the circumstances of his demise Cyerulian has a spot of amnesia. He knows what became of his people but he isn’t entirely sure of his role in it all. From his understanding and muscle memory, he was very good at weaving, so he just assumed himself to have been a simple tailor. That is not the case. Not in a position of absolute power due to how mediocre he’d be as an emperor, instead he had found a nice and nuzzled spot as a warmonger. Not only that, he was an incredible strategist and general, leading his own troops to bloody battles with a very palpable amount of savagery and sadism. He was known for his greed and bloodlust and was the architect for the creation of the living war machines that still fly above the wasteland today.NOTE 1: Cyerulian is a semi-divine entity sent to the weathered desert world adorned in red cloth to attempt and reverse the timeline. Due to multiple failed attempts on their part and the seemingly futile efforts Cyerulian stopped trying to revitalize their ruined world and instead became a wanderer. A nickname for them being ‘The Tattered’
NOTE 2: In the meantime of their vagrancy and tossed away purpose, Cyerulian has decided to go about a different route in order to save their world. Although it wasn’t much to be saved, their memories of their former life are fragmented at best, they are still fairly devout to their religion and scripture, and holds the red cloth and their god in high reverence. Thus he has taken it upon himself to do what he does best, and travel. Harnessing the power of the red cloth, he’s able to traverse to different land separate from his own. Multi - dimensional travel however is difficult and takes a lot out of both him and the cloth, so he often gets stuck in various planes.
CREATION MYTH.
language of woven red.
When the Gods did not speak, there was nothing.Then the Gods spoke.From the highest mountain, the highest peak, the gods spoke. A cacophony of unintelligible, muddled and loud sounds of tongues and deep speak, booming. From the words of God sprung the light, sprung the stars, sprung the air and the clouds. The Gods’ own words brought into being, being, sentience and animosity. The birds in the air carried the word of god, and the plants in the ground carried the word of god. Soon the people also carried the word of god. And from that, the words that spoke the world into existence, each carried a piece of divinity in the sounds they made.The flora in the breeze carried sound and the animals would trill and bark and purr. But only the Rythulians could speak clearly the word of God, thus they were considered the closest to divinity through such ability. Closest to god, to speak fragments of the mother tongue, the Rythulians lived as a proud and staunchly religious folk. But it was not to last, as their God would gift them their future, as well as their demise.The Red Cloth.This fabric was given to the Rythulians by their Gods, inscribed with mantras and holy tales, their scripture and their gospel. This red cloth held power, and with this power the red cloth had they were able to create grand structures, beautiful clothing, and would thrive in the world that they could sew into existence. The cloth was incredibly versatile, being something strangely alien. The red fabric possessed magical properties, some semblance of life, and was a perfect powersource and energy supply. A fantastical material used to bring about an empire.As the Rythulian’s kingdom flourished, the red fabric adorned with the word of god began to slowly fade. From overuse the fabric would wear down, lose its luster, and eventually become pale and useless. The Rythulians would attempt to weave their own fabrics from the remnants of the red cloth with varying success. They would continue this downward spiral as the fabric continued to dwindle away slowly, but it was at a rate not entirely an immediate issue, until the greed struck.Kings, queens, emperors, high priests and priestesses; the elite of their society began to frivolously and viciously fight over the fabric. Hoarding, stealing, gambling, bargaining, it eventually all came down to a civil war. What red cloth they had left were used to make large war machines and as the battles continued for years upon years, the number of Rythulians started to dwindle more than the red cloth.Graves were erected throughout the land, and overtime, not even graves could mark where each Rythulian lay. The stones are memories of a world vanished beneath the earth. Eventually the entire race of people who stemmed from the word of god went extinct, leaving behind ruins of a beautiful kingdom in the sand dunes.The war machines continued to soar in the sky, and the crumbling castles and monasteries would stand, peaking over the golden dunes. A wasteland with only the tattered pieces of red remaining. This would not be the end however, as a savior would be deployed, harnessing the word of god as their own. A traveller, many travellers brought to the desert landscape, in pilgrimage.
main verse, canon compliant, a multi-dimensional hooligan who has no allegiance here nor there if he can manage it. a flexible verse in which cy is just sort of places, avoiding his responsibilities and not surrounded by sand. unless you'd like to visit him?
alternate verse, urban-fantasy modern, still a multi-dimensional being but think of him more as a horrible little war god who gains his powers from mass conflict and bloodshed. war is never going to stop and so he decided to bind his immortality to it. he's here to start fights.
fantasy verse, dnd, bg3, etc. Bard - Rogue multi-class. Former general of a royal army in a far off land who's since been exiled due the power structure shifting (and also the war crimes probably). Their bloodlust since quenched, they seem happy enough as a glorified vagrant.
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