People are built, not born. Give me a baby, and I’ll make it climb and use its hands in constructing buildings of stone or wood. I’ll make it a thief, a gunman or a dope fiend. The possibilities of shaping in any direction are almost endless.
When I first started Rokka no Yuusha I thought it was pretty basic and so were all the characters. Nashetania, the ditzy, naive princess. Goldov, the loyal knight.
Adlet, the spunky, somehow always seems to get out of every sticky situation protagonist. Flamie, the kuudere. Mora, the put together older busty woman. Hans, the cold mysterious assassin. Chamo, the bratty, overpowered loli.
But if you look closer they are so much more complex than that. If you hate any if these characters you’re not trying to understand them and aren’t looking deep enough.
Starting with Adlet. He lost everything. Literally everything. His village, his sister, his friend, life as he knew it. I am so happy they didn’t go the dark avenger route with him. I’m happy that he says he tried to go that route but couldn’t. I actually like to see a protagonist that can grin and bear the pain and see a man use it wits and tools to get around pure genius, raw strength, and super powered women. He’s a great protagonist and though him always saying he’s “worlds strongest man is annoying” you get to learn that that is the phrase that keeps him going. When he is down and out and needs to be picked up by his boot straps that is what gives him hope. That is a lovely thing.
Nashetania is the seventh. Let’s get that out of the way. She wants to unite fiends and humans which is a little stupid and dangerous but it is a bit of a noble goal. Especially when you see that there are fiends that like humans. Maybe she is going about her goal wrong but she is still a bit naive. Way smarter than she initially portrayed herself but still a bit naive. On top of that there have been plenty of times she was honest with Adlet and I truly believe that she cares about him and has learned from him. The fun loving playful princess wasn’t far off from who she is and it’s sad no one wants to acknowledge that. Yes she tried to blame Hans and wanted to stop the Braves but I actually do not doubt that she wanted to save Adlet. Because there’s no other reason to try to blame Hans otherwise. Nashetania is far from an evil terrible character.
Goldov can be a little annoying with his feelings but what has to be understood is what Nashetania means to him. Because of her he can have the life he has now. He’s out of the slums because of her. His feelings are slightly spurned out of gratitude and that is completely understandable. When someone comes and makes you life something out of the nothing it was sometimes your endearing and gratuitous feelings turn into more. And I think it’s lovely. It grounds him as more than just brute strength and a stoic knight. On top of that you have to remember he is sixteen years old. His feelings are still immature. He’s a boy in his infatuation puppy love phase. That kind of love is jealous and immature and you can’t blame him.
Mora. I have to admit for a bit I hated her and thought she was the seventh as well. But you have to remember where Mora is coming from. She grew up rather wealthy. She became a nun at a young age and was amazing at everything. Before she was even chosen as next Saint of the Mountain people were already expecting it. Then she became Head Saint. She is a woman used to having answers, used to being in control, used to everything being the way it should. She’s calm, cool, and collected. She has a lot on her shoulders and a lot at stake. Being in the barrier really breaks her. She doesn’t have time for this, she’s desperate for answers, she’s panicking. Her daughter’s life is on the line and in book two things only get worse for her. She can’t even talk to anyone about it or be completely honest. She’s on her own in a tough place and she isn’t used to that.
Chamo is a brat. I get it. She’s another character I hated at first. But she’s fourteen years old. Plenty of fourteen year olds are brats. Plenty of them are immature. Add the fact that Chamo is extremely powerful and that doesn’t help. People are afraid of Chamo and though she doesn’t say so out loud that hurts her. In book 3 when Chamo is dying in Mora’s arms she is absolutely touched that everyone is fighting for her. She never imagined that they would want to help her. Chamo thought they would kill her or leave her to die. That is a fourteen year old girl. She is used to being hated and feared and she knows she’s troublesome but no one has ever really treated her like the kid she is.
I won’t really touch on Flamie or Hans because everyone likes them. But the point is if all you can see of a character are first impressions and their reactions in a tight, stressful situation then you’re watching wrong. Sure there are better solutions than the witch hunt but you have to take into account that they were all misinformed. None of them know the truth even if they did all in turn try to dispel the barrier and it didn’t work then what? Their also under time constraint. If they don’t make it in the thirty days man kind is doomed. People break under pressure it’s human nature.
Simultaneously more and less than mortal, tieflings are the offspring of humans and fiends. With otherworldly blood and traits to match, tieflings are often shunned and despised out of reactionary fear. Most tieflings never know their fiendish sire, as the coupling that produced their curse occurred generations earlier. The taint is long-lasting and persistent, often manifesting at birth or sometimes later in life, as a powerful, though often unwanted, boon. Despite their fiendish appearance and netherworld origins, tieflings have a human’s capacity of choosing their fate, and while many embrace their dark heritage and side with fiendish powers, others reject their darker predilections. Though the power of their blood calls nearly every tiefling to fury, destruction, and wrath, even the spawn of a succubus can become a saint and the grandchild of a pit fiend an unsuspecting hero.
No two tieflings look alike; the fiendish blood running through their veins manifests inconsistently, granting them an array of fiendish traits. One tiefling might appear as a human with small horns, a barbed tail, and oddly colored eyes, while another might manifest a mouth of fangs, tiny wings, and claws, and yet another might possess the perpetual smell of blood, foul incenses, and brimstone. Typically, these qualities hearken back in some way to the manner of fiend that spawned the tiefling’s bloodline, but even then the admixture of human and fiendish blood is rarely ruled by sane, mortal laws, and the vast flexibility it produces in tieflings is a thing of wonder, running the gamut from oddly beautiful to utterly terrible.
guess who’s super duper into the Fiend demon and spent his days by drawing this misty demooooon ? correct ! it’s me ! *slow clap* fuck i should really try to draw something else, like, not just this dude, idk why wouldn’t i draw some shipping like Mini/Ippongo or Saki/Kokona
(i kinda try to turn him into human because why the heck not duh, but i put it under the cut )
~15,000 years ago, there was a thriving global civilization. However, some sort of schism resulted in a massive war on a global scale,that ended ~12,000 years ago with some sort of magical blast, so powerful it left the world steeped in magic forevermore.
The races of that civilization were wiped out entirely, but the massive amount of magic resulted in a restructuring of the evolutionary process, and new sentient races stepped on to the stage ~7000 years ago. At around the time they began to form simple societies, the Fiend, ancient entities of Primordial elements, took notice of the world as potentially worthwile, and dropped humans, wiped of memory, onto the world as a test of survivability.
Long ago, on other worlds, the Fiend discovered humans survivable extremes aligned quite closely to their comfortable parameters, and since have used them as a litmus test for if the world is livable without too much terraforming or exertion.
~2000 years ago, A Fiend bloodline decided the world was a worthy past-time, and in a fell swoop, invaded and subjugated the world in but a few months. They enslaved the races and ruled with an iron fist. By this point, all others had forgotten Humans were not native to this world, and the human population had adapted to the unique magic rich nature of the world.
~800 years ago, a group of ancient entities, with power that could be rightly compared to a Gods, weary of wandering, took notice of the world, and set forth to settle down there. In order to do so, they aided the subjugated in overthrowing the Fiend Empire, and drove out the Fiend after nearly 100 years of war.
With the Higher Fiend gone, the people began to recover their society and rebuild. Their savior’s declared themselves the new Gods, each claiming a race as their chosen, but in their age and weariness, were easily satisfied with rote recitation and occasional prayer and shrines.
The world remains dangerous due to the Natural forces, enhanced as they are by the magic-permeated atmosphere, by the Lesser Fiend who still roam the wilds, and the powerful relics of the world’s original society. Sea and sky travel, while possible, are incredibly dangerous over large scale, and thus trans-oceanic travel is currently non-existent, until some way to surpass the threat of the Leviathan that exist in the upper atmosphere and open ocean is discovered.
OK!! here is the obligatory theory post for Rokka no Yuusha
The main mystery
within this anime is that there is one treacherous fiend hiding amongst the
seven people who claim to be one of the Six Braves of the Six Flowers.
I’ll first discuss the
three most obvious characters that are under suspicion of being the fiend. which I hope will mean that they are not actually the fiend - so
that there is actual shock when it is revealed. And then the other three
non-suspicious braves, which I’m hoping the fiend will turn out to be.
Adlet Mayer, as the
protagonist, is of course disqualified from suspicion. Although it would be
pretty fucking sweet if he did turn out to be the fiend. im always a slut for
twists and unreliable narrators.
Alright lets start with the absolutely most
obvious choice: Hans Humpty
And now, for the edification of students and the greater glory of Silas, Part One of a five part series on the art of hunting vampires:
Our story begins in the wilds of Moldova, where my faithful squire Hans and myself had followed a trail of suspicious rumours. The beautiful daughter of a rural Baron had died, it was said, of a broken heart. And now, at the close of the witching hour, she could be found weeping, still in her wedding dress, at the lip of the town well. No one knows, of course, exactly how a vampire is created. Such secrets are closely guarded by whatever infernal cabals might pass as “families” for these depraved creatures.
But there are, of course, no shortage of theories:
One hears of blood rites & distasteful fluid exchanges, the elder vampire “infecting” the younger with its contaminated essence. Or that a life ended in violence, or other tragic circumstances, buried unshriven can fester into a vampiric miasma. Or that some stranger power, by the force of its unfathomable will, speaks forbidden words to drag the dead from hell. Regardless of her unhallowed origin, however, the Baron’s daughter was clearly a vampire, & had eaten her way through much of the village.
Hans, poor fool, wanted to wait for daylight and behead the monster in her tomb, but I knew that the lives of innocents were at stake. And so we pursued the revenant deep into the Urwald, looking for our chance to end her diabolical depredations. While often possessed of inhuman strength and speed, most Vampiren will first rely upon their innate and amoral cleverness. This particular monstress, for example, upon discovering our pursuit, led us a merry chase, attempting to evade us by luring poor Hans into the den of a rather large and furious bear.
An blunder I would never have made. Especially by insisting, against Hans’ wishes, that no mere Ursus Spelaus would stop us. Fortunately, I was able to instruct Hans in the proper means to wrestling the beast, which he managed with only minor penetrating injuries. Next, much to my chagrin, she led us into a pestilential bog, where Hans quickly foundered into a quagmire. Obliging me to lift the poor boy, my noble steed, and myself–Hans struggles having pulled me in as well–out of the mire by my own hair. Of course, after that I was so exhausted that Hans was obliged to carry me, and my steed, for a small distance of 8 or 9 miles.
Finally, the diabolical creature, having somehow observed us stalking her–due to Hans’ green doublet, my ruff and plumes being most sedate- Set off a terrible rock slide, which I, of course, evaded. But Hans, poor creature, in pushing me to safety, was unfortunately bisected. This having happened before, I reattached his lower torso with laurel leaves and we continued our pursuit.
Here, perhaps, it is best to pause in our tale for a cautionary note about vampires and human affection. The vampire, it must be admitted, can be an enticing scion of damnation. Even my illustrious ancestors have occasionally fallen victim to their sinister allure. But make no mistake, however they might counterfeit human affection, they are fiends. Concerned only with slaking their monstrous thirst with the blood of innocents.
Or anyone unfortunate enough to happen upon them.
Hide me from this mob, they will say. I adore you beyond all things, they will say. Let’s spend eternity together, they will say. And then you wake up with family slaughtered and your castle on fire.
Art of Hunting Vampires, by Baron C. H. A. Vordenberg (Part 1 of 5)
Just the front wall of one of our PCs castle. We play 5e with an adapted birthright spin on things. Our force in the castle numbers just over 1000 and the attacking force of orcs, goblins, human barbarians, and fiends number 15000. So far we’re actually winning on 3 sides and only losing by a little on one!