LUCILIAS
26/M/WHITE
vanilla based modmaker since 2022
i enjoy all things queer, fetishy, macabre, and vile.comms = closed
wcif = dm*
*if i am using something made from vanilla assets, its likely by my own hand and private. alternatively, i tend to edit other existing mods. i will do my best to point you in the right direction, but keep this all in mind when asking.
proship vs anti is reductive and meaningless, however if you use "proship dni", or align yourself with anti values, i would prefer you not engage with me.
... Luctus Scaitseáil
"Ghoul" ...
raised in an ancient mhachi cult as the center of a prophecy;withdrawn and asocial as a kid, never found interest in socialization nor humanity. would often vanish for days at a time, and reappear with no traceon the eve of his eighteenth nameday, lucil aimlessly wandered into a nearby forest, where he was greeted with a ghastly sight; a monstrous voidsent with flesh and tendons between his teeth, and an unrecognizable body between his clawsthe pair wordlessly became one, and they returned home, where "lucil" would wake with blood on his nameupon the suns rise, his cultist parents would be found slaughtered and on display; despite lucil's denial, there was unquestionable evidence that he was involved in some formfollowing the event, he would rename himself luctus scaitseáil*, and grant his newfound parasite the moniker of "ghoul"
following a millennium long slumber, he was wrested from near death to take up his former mantlehe provides unseen aid to the remnants of a disgraced convocation, whilst working to influence the solstice
*luctus; mourned, grieved, lamented
*scaitseáil; (act of) telling lies
a beast of a bygone past; formerly a devoted knight of baron and personal guard to nobilitythe contramemoria waged war on his flesh and soulcontrasting his established reputation as a reliable and sound knight, his path as a memoriate led him into madness, consuming the void as if it were his sole sustenanceas the war ravaged his home, so too did it his aether; metal forged unto skin and corruption took hold of his humanity. a "blackguard" soon wore his nameas a result, he was reduced to nothing more than an animal, maintaining his intelligence but losing his lucidityhe roamed aimlessly amongst the wasteland until the scent of calculated bloodsheed lured him onto the sourcea familiar scene; conflagration, brutality, and hopelessnessthe war of magi felt like home, an old friend. the exhilaration of battle and a release from monotony kept him steadfast, opting to return to his post as "personal guard", this time to a decorated yet abhorred young soldier
chained like the pet he was, he found himself aboard the ark, in a state he believed to be lost; sleepafter drifting across the stars for countless centuries, he woke near simultaneously upon his owner's revival
