A nobody [PK]

[Sr_Dimentio 586]

Allen Manners was simply taking a walk, as was customary in his life. The man, now in his forties, did not leave home much because he was a person who became nervous in the presence of other people, a sad and antisocial man.

 

As he walked, Allen thought about his time working in the tavern of Norland, how much fun it was to mess with his much more serious friends. The truth is that even though he was an awkward mess, deep down he liked to be a little mischievous. He then thought about how he had lost them, how surely those who were still alive no longer remembered him, and how could they remember him! He didn't even send letters, nothing. The coward continued to hide from everything. He couldn't fool himself. The only reason he hadn't ended it all yet was because of his adoptive father. He couldn't let him lose another son.

 

“Maybe... I should send a few letters when I get home.”

 

As Allen continued walking, he heard something in the forest, he heard his end...

A seemingly friendly being approached the lonely man, a hungry demon who would take advantage of his carelessness in walking alone on the roads.

No matter how hard he tried to defend himself, no matter how hard he tried to fight, the weak and rusty Allen Manners burned, and was devoured in an instant. 

 

“D-Dad...” he muttered as he looked into the creature's terrible eye, and everything turned red.

 

A fitting end, only a sad pool of blood remained where once there was a nobody, there was no evidence, no burial, no one heard his screams, no body... Of course, no farewell letter was sent... Will anyone even shed a tear for him? Will anyone even remember him? Will anyone even notice his absence? 

 

After all, that's how the man always felt, a nobody with no purpose, it was simply the end of a sad... Boring life...

 

Spoiler

Hiiiiii! Dimentio here (Evil guy), Allen Manners was my first character ever (and my first PK post ever, well PK in general, I use to shelve when I get bored of a character), so it was kinda sad for me to finally KILL HIM, maybe I turn him into a ghoooost tho (WOAH!)??? But now seriously, I had a lot of fun with him on my first month or so of this server, I thank everyone that I roleplayed with on this guy hehe. Sorry for no farewell letters, I would send them to some people but I see fitting that he didn't have any. WELL SEE YA!

 

Edited December 8, 2025 by Sr_Dimentio

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

Spoiler

i got scared for a moment that Dementio is gone.
Cool post though! 

 

[Sr_Dimentio 586]

Spoiler

Ngl, this char was a first attempt at goofy villainy so I was kinda tempted to put ''The Death of a Villain'' as a tittle or something to bait people (because I'm evil) hahahahahahaa, but decided against...

 

 

Edited December 8, 2025 by Sr_Dimentio

[Flynnigan 267]

Flynnigan Bluefern sat at home with his brother. Quietly reading to himself as he sat by the fireplace, the old man flipped through the book. It was a happy tale—the man couldn’t much use more grief in his life. He had lost his wife, his two daughters, and now… 

 

There was a pain in his stomach. It wasn’t the usual pain he felt in his legs from years of fighting demons and darkspawn—this one was different. With a hand clutching his chest, his eyes widened slightly, leaning forwards. 
 

Liam looked up from his own book, worriedly moving to put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Flynn?” he asked. “Are you alright? Do you need me to get you some of your pain relief?”

 

”No…” came a soft voice from the man’s lips. “…something’s happened,” he whispered. “Something’s wrong…” Flynn swallowed hard as his stomach churned with anxiety, his brother holding onto him as he tried to calm him down a little bit. 
 

But something had happened. On the other side of Azuras, his adoptive son burned. He had lost another child. Another kid that had brightened his life. Who helped him with the tavern and gave him small, encouraging letters after the passing of his wife. 
 

Another piece of Flynn’s life—his joy—swallowed by the darkness. His last word a simple plea for him. His father.

[PotatoFan117 393]

R I P to a real one 

[TheHuntedRaven 100]

Allen Manners 'Bluefern'.

The name was foreign upon the tongue when it was uttered by Viath shortly after gazing into Ebrietaes. The woman stared through the hindered waters beneath tree, sky, and the shadows themselves. Such venture had been done entirely for other matters when she had felt a tug. It was not beyond her. She knew this soul.

 

A pretender who once held a name they did not deserve from the grace of a man who was far more forgiving than she. The point she held as a child still stood even today; he was not kin and never had been. He was Allen the Mannerless, the Pretentious Man-Child. Yet, had it not been for Allen the Mannerless...

 

"Perhaps it is time to thank him." The only trueborn Daughter of Flynnigan and Wynather Bluefern grinned wickedly, content. "After all, if I never had left Vjardengrad that day... Where would I be? Who would I be? as what? "

[Smoketheknight 285]

Delicious. . .