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Sir Victor Orsei von Tressard

Dhampir (Noble)
Rogue 1
Monk 1
16 / 16 HP
STR
8
DEX
16
CON
10
INT
13
WIS
16
CHA
12

From an established Avalonian family that moved to the Duchy of Tressard, Sir Victor has established himself as something of dilettante in Eisen's noble society.


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Played by
Tesslerj
Sun 3rd Nov 2024 02:44

An Evening in Hell

by Sir Victor Orsei von Tressard

I am surrounded by weakness and insanity.
 
The hunger rode high in him, stalking along his skin with pinprick needle-feet. It had been rising, of late, as he all but drowned himself in cow's blood and had resorted back to the occasional rat when it became too much. It rode high along his skin, lighting his nerves on fire and the moment the door slammed shut behind them, it tried to wrap its barbed hooks into his mind. He could feel the assault from the place, upon his senses, upon his mind. He could feel the very psychic pressure of the place washing against him like wave as high tide.
 
But he was Nevermore. He was the thing that hunted the monsters, and he would be right good and damned if he let his own monstrousness give sway. He could feel the pressure of the place - to speak, to feed, to hunt. It was in every drop of blood he saw dripping from Nel's undead maw, every drop that was so casually flicked in his direction by Bella. Cardinal's presence, a rock and anchor - and blessedly peace giving magic - removed the worst of it.
 
And yet somehow, it was the people that was the actual weight upon his mind.
 
He had lived most of his adult life with the urge to be a monster inside him. Had walked, day after jaw-grinding day, with the urge to gorge his fill, to hunt, to rend, and to tear. He had surrounded himself with the people he thought were the heroes, the ones who, like him, would stand against the dark no matter the cost.
 
And then he watched them, one by one, and to almost the man, fail.
 
The rooms had become a blur and he could feel the creak of his jaw as he clamped down on every hateful thought, every bitter drop of poison that wanted to fall from his tongue. In the exact same way that he locked his life behind masks and secrets, he locked his tongue behind the iron will of long practice. They needed to survive. They needed to endure. And though his lips wanted to curse their weakness and their recklessness with every breath, he refused. His tongue bled from the effort of stilling it and he was momentarily thankful that the taste of his own, half-dead, blood never incited the Hunger inside him.
 
But as he worked the locks, as he bodily pushed Nel from room to room despite her incessant need to swallow every bit of flesh in sight, as he waited while madness, rage, and insanity took almost all of them, one single though anchored itself in his mind - a scar that would last long after the deep gouges that the lich had torn into his chest. And somehow, even under the psychic assault of the place and his own hunger, he knew those words should never leave his lips.
 
Most of you would not have lasted a single night under the curse I bear. Because you are too weak to bear it.

Sir Victor's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

  1. The Hunt Begins
    23 Sep 2022 01:02:19
  2. Sir Victor Orsei Playlist
    21 Oct 2022 12:17:46
  3. Sentinel
    21 Oct 2022 12:32:48
  4. The Hunt
    28 Oct 2022 12:23:07
  5. A Dance Macabre
    30 Oct 2022 02:51:03
  6. Promises I can't Keep
    27 Nov 2022 04:29:43
  7. Mother
    05 Dec 2022 01:38:42
  8. Easier to Run towards the Ashes
    08 Dec 2022 02:12:08
  9. Perfectly un/happy
    27 Dec 2022 02:20:01
  10. The Hunger
    06 Feb 2023 02:19:42
  11. Untitled - Brief
    18 Feb 2023 03:38:03
  12. Fire
    05 Mar 2023 04:13:25
  13. Heroes
    26 Apr 2023 12:59:25
  14. Animal
    09 May 2023 03:37:24
  15. Untitled
    11 May 2023 03:18:49
  16. Unmasked
    11 May 2023 11:53:15
  17. Hanging in the balance
    22 May 2023 02:45:12
  18. Two lives
    10 Jul 2023 09:18:33
  19. A Fall of Sorts
    24 Sep 2023 08:22:28
  20. ...
    26 Sep 2023 10:28:49
  21. ...
    26 Sep 2023 11:24:25
  22. ...
    29 Sep 2023 01:20:58
  23. Scars Unseen and Unsaid
    02 Oct 2023 02:37:07
  24. Old Company
    31 Dec 2023 04:37:29
  25. Control
    21 Feb 2024 01:23:21
  26. Journal Entry - April 1884
    29 Apr 2024 10:57:09
  27. An Evening in Hell
    03 Nov 2024 02:44:35

The major events and journals in Sir Victor's history, from the beginning to today.

An Evening in Hell

[i]I am surrounded by weakness and insanity.[/i] The hunger rode high in him, stalking along his skin with pinprick needle-feet. It had been rising, of late, as he all but drowned himself in cow's blood and had resorted back to the occasional rat when ...

02:59 pm - 03.11.2024

An Evening in Hell

[i]I am surrounded by weakness and insanity.[/i] The hunger rode high in him, stalking along his skin with pinprick needle-feet. It had been rising, of late, as he all but drowned himself in cow's blood and had resorted back to the occasional rat when ...

02:56 pm - 03.11.2024

Journal Entry - April 1884

I will kill him. The truth has now been revealed - the circumstances of my birth which have plunged me into the vagaries of the shadow is no mere coincidence. Perhaps it is fate, the hand of Kalesta, moving across my life which has placed the Monster a...

11:11 pm - 29.04.2024

Untitled - Brief

The words rolled around his mind like some living serpent as he slipped, silently, back into the streets. He needed the mask. He needed to feel the world racing under him as he flew from rooftop to rooftop. He needed to feel the now comfortable weight ...

03:38 am - 18.02.2023

The Hunger

[i]It's feeding time in the jungle, jungle The cold streets, ya, they come alive Ain't a time to be humble, humble 'Cause only the strong survive The nights, out here I'm starving just to feel inspired The fights, my fears Tonight I won't be deni...

02:19 am - 06.02.2023

Perfectly un/happy

CW: Implied thoughts of Suicide The plan had been simple. Vodacce and the people there had set him on the path with the skills he would need to hunt from the shadows. The monster that laid the curse on him was out there in the shadows somewhere and...

02:18 am - 27.12.2022

Easier to Run towards the Ashes

[i]It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something numb It's so much easier to go Than face all this pain here all alone[/i] Dona was charming, skilled, and social. Of course she would find him. The words, themselves, were benign - [i]the l...

02:06 pm - 08.12.2022

Mother

"I hope whoever she is is proud of you, that person you lost." In an instant he was not the wild vagabond, leaping from roof to roof and swinging down into danger at a single moment's notice. He was a small boy in a mask, doing as all small boys do - ...

01:38 pm - 05.12.2022

Promises I can't Keep

The city was quiet as he moved from rooftop to rooftop. It was a peaceful quiet in the hours before dawn would rise and for the moment, he was thankful for that silence that would allow his mind to try and sort through the strange conflicting feelings tha...

04:29 am - 27.11.2022

A Dance Macabre

Something told him he belonged here. Around and around the dancers turned in graceful and elegant movements. Around and around the dancers moved with that inhuman grace of which he could only borrow a mere thimbleful - or else risk drowning in the endl...

02:51 pm - 30.10.2022

The Hunt

[i]“Why do you do it?” The Woman had asked.[/i] Nevermore regarded the training dummy as he stepped into it, the posts sticking out at odd angles to indicate lines of attack in a hand to hand fight. The manuals were clear on the process for arm pos...

12:23 pm - 28.10.2022

Sentinel

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAUHTchi8lY The gym equipment was almost absurdly easy to acquire, and since he’d given it a space of time since having the underground of the mansion hollowed out by some perhaps less than reputable earth-workers, the...

12:32 pm - 21.10.2022

The Hunt Begins

“Under the Mask” The metal of the mask was heavy in his hands. Nevermore wasn’t sure why it was heavy - it was a thin set of metallic plates that Batian had specifically made for him. The lens would let him go out in the daytime or be exposed ...

01:02 pm - 23.09.2022

Sir Victor Orsei Playlist

Early Life What I've Done - Linkin Park Born for this - The Score Save Me - Skillet Hurricane - Zayde Wolf The Incident Easier to Run - Linkin Park Madman - Sam Tinnesz In my Bones - The Score Dead Man Walking - Sam Tinnesz Voddace Crawli...

05:33 pm - 06.09.2022

Played by
Tesslerj