Personality-based traits, these are the way that the viewers of a scenario and connoisseur of fear can truly tailor the flavor their specific palette. These traits cannot be drawn out of thin air, so if the participant of a scenario never actually exhibited behavior that be linked to being
[Scenario Rating : Newbie]
[Clear Rating : E (E>A>B>C>D>F)]
And, the harder they were and more effectively they were cleared, the more substantial the rewards are.
[Fear Obtained : Tokophobia M]
[Souls Obtained : 0 -> $1000]
[Attribute Consolidation : 0 -> 10/100]
The viewers are not the only ones that get to experience a unique fear. While the act of doing so is much more intense and morbid, a Demonic Entity or an Adventurer often times to eat their own share of fear. Scenarios are such a deeply ingrained event among infernal society, that they have profound effects on those that undergo them. So much so, that the newborn wouldn't dare touch his share until he was alone.
[Entity Name : Unnamed (Jasper Lilinouir)]
[Entity Age : 7 Days]
[Entity Rating : F]
{Providing Current Projected Flock Member Statistics}
STR - 3
AGI - 7
DEX - 7
INT - 5
The scenario, a place for the infernal residents to fatten their meals. Due diligence is encouraged, however, as very quickly they can find themselves below their favorite Saturday night character. Above is an outline of this stubby creatures statistics, or as they may appear should they become a Flock Member in their current state. The average gestation period of a newborn is about one month, enough time for a newborn to experience, and utterly fail, their fair share of scenarios. Although, this is a trend that seems to have disappeared these past two weeks... a matter quite concerning to those paying attention to it.
"I apologize for your treatment, newborn. Although I never thought it below them, I couldn't have even imagined they would dare engage such a frivolous act with me in such close proximity," Har'lein apologized sincerely, although the snort at the thought of the Hampering Hamster Balls seems to have drained the sincerity from her tone. "It is simply cruel to torture your true state when we will already torture you mind, and for this, as well as your excellent performance in the simple scenario, I will provide you a name."
We had long since left the presence of the Galivanting Gerbil Giants, and entered into a room truly only made to serve giants. Har'lein had carefully placed the small newborn into a cradle far too large for him, a problem that would quickly be alleviated once a ghost nanny got the opportunity to enter. However, before that happened, a truly breath taking event would transpire.
Blue tapestries adorned walls that seemed to battle the height of the sky from the overworld as a gentle humming began to fill the room. A figure, almost seemingly made from marble, loomed over the small spawn as sparks began to form around her. They gathered in an unorganized fashion as their blue hue made their presence known to the room, reflecting of the occasional metal designs adhered onto the walls. And then, for a moment they vanished, and the room grew many shades darker once again. It would seem that whatever was happening was over, until a familiar blue light erupted from the tiny creatures forehead and began to spell out a name...
[Entity Name : Hem'lein (Jasper Lilinouir)]
"While you must earn a last name, I assure you this is a name befitting a King," with those words, she had lit the room once more with the much more mortal red glow of flames before she pushed open the doors, allowing a ghost nanny to enter the room, "You will find yourself in good care, so long as you are under my roof."
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"Haahh..." a man parted his chapped lips as he exhaled a large chest full of smoke that made its great escape from his lungs to the exit known as the mouth, before it danced to a familiar tune in center of the room alongside the running ceiling fan.
"The gall of these young brats," Oscar's voice rattled around in his lungs, its deep and rich tone bouncing around the now quiet room, "They can't just deal with a tricky entity when they find one, they decide to just push the little fuckers onto me. Don't they know I won't be around long enough to keep saving their asses?"
The entire legal exorcist industry is run and licensed by the church, so those that refuse to follow their strict teachings on exorcism, like Oscar, are often left out to dry. These ex-orcists, while effective and far more flexible in their work, are not backed by the government and rely on the occasional call from the church to make ends meet.
"Though I suppose I can put my coat back on, long as the pay is good enough."
A youthful glow flashed into Oscar's hazel eyes for a moment, before he slowly pushed himself up causing a domino effect on the many beer glasses that had been strewn about the floor. He straightened his posture, revealing a well-tone back as he rolled the discomfort of sitting out of his shoulders. He wouldn't have to attend to this call for a couple of days, but that doesn't mean he didn't have to get prepared ahead of time. He'd need to drudge up his old work clothes from somewhere in the box littered attic, and he'd have to go ahead and prepare as many demon hunting sigils as he could on his own.
"Guess I should clean myself up a bit as well..." Oscar remarked as he stroked a wild beard while thinking of the tasks ahead of him.