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03/21/2020 08:19 PM 

The Sinful Demise (DBD Verse)


Survivor: Mikhail Kurlukervich
Age: 26
Hometown: Kiev, Ukraine

Mikhail was born to a loving middle class family. Like most kids his age, he was full of promise, life and only wanting to have fun. He often recalled the smell of his childhood home; it smelled of apple pie. His mother was a heck of a baker and he'd find himself eager to help her with her next dessert! His father, however, as loving as he had always been... started to change. Work had started to take its toll on him. There was a recession and layoffs were more and more frequent and one day... he snapped. 

Mikhail had just turned sixteen and was returning home from a party. The lights had been off, which instantly made Mikhail suspicious. The house had only ever gone dark when everyone was sleeping, but it had only been eight o'clock. It was quiet... too quiet in a full house. He stepped into the living room, grabbing the his metal baseball bat from the side of the front door. "Mom...?" Just as he spoke the light was turned on and his Father had charged him. "Dad?!" He lifted the bat, but from pure confusion he didn't swing. His father grabbed the bat and they struggled. He could hear the muffle screams of his mother just a few feet away. Realization had hit him, but so did his Father, square in the temple. Mikhail loss consciousness. 

He came to and felt the ropes tight around his wrists. Getting his bearings he collected that he was in the living room still, his mom laying next to him passed out. He didn't see his father anywhere, but he knew it would only be a matter of time until he returned. He had to act fast. "Mom- Mom. Hey! Mom!" He could see her slowly coming to. "Where's Lena?" His younger sister. Rhena shook her head. "I don't know...-" Mikhail's eyes looked around for something sharp. He needed to get these ropes off. "He said he was waiting for you and her to come home... They fired him today."

Mikhail didn't pay attention to the reasoning. He needed to work out a plan. He managed to stand back to his feet. He ran into the kitchen as quietly as he could. Sitting upon the counter he removed the large knife from the block. As he walked jogged back toward the living room, he stopped. He heard his father in the garage. The whirling of power tools being tested echoed sickeningly. He came to his Mom, dropping the knife in front of her; her hands bound at the front. "Cut these off me. We gotta get out of here." She wasted no time and grabbed the knife. Just as the bindings came free, Wilhelm had returned.

"You little sh*t!" He ran at Mikhail again, but he was determined not to die. He grabbed the knife from his mother and plunged it straight into his chest. This made the male stop in his place, falling to the floor, eyes full of hatred. Mikhail dropped the blade and fought the urge to vomit. He grabbed his mother's wrist and ran to the door, taking his phone with him and dialing the police.

His father didn't die that day.

Ten years later, Mikhail was living on his own and returning from work. He had forgotten to charge his phone and it had died. As he stepped into his bedroom, he plugged the device in and powered it on. He came to his large closet and removed his shirt. While doing so he heard his phone going off in a rapid fire of notifications. He expected this, but not so many all at once. Shirtless, he went for his phone and read a few of the texts messages. Horror took his heart. "Your father escaped! Be careful! Call me as soon as you-" Just then, searing hot pain took over in his back. Letting out a pained scream, Mikhail collapsed to his bed. He turned to see his attacker... his father. "You... this is your fault... I lost everything... because you would not die!" 

Fearless, Mikhail raised from his bed and lunged at his father, but before he could reach him he had vanished from view. Confused... he observed his surroundings. The crackling of a fire in the distance, that inviting glow of the flames beckoning him. A fog rolled in softly. "Where am I?" The pain was gone from his back, in fact... so were the wounds. He walked toward the fire... he knew he wasn't in Kiev anymore... he needed to get back home. To protect his mother and sister.


Perks

            Unyielding                            Lionheart                         Not Dead Yet




Unyielding
Pain is not a problem. Your determination to live numbs your senses. While you're within 10/15/20 meters of the killer, you leave no blood pools and your noises of pain are reduced by 50/70/100%. Sprinting while injured will trigger a tremedous skill check for every second you are running. You will leave no scratch marks as long as you continue to hit the skill checks. Failing a skill check reveals your aura to the Killer for 90/60/30 seconds and causes you to scream. 

Lionheart
You are fearless. You've faced danger before and lived to tell the tale. You know what it takes to survive. While in chase with the Killer, Lionheart activates. While healthy, you move 1/2/3% faster. When injured valuting speed is increased by 2/3/4%, but you lose the increase to movement speed.

Not Dead Yet
You refuse to die. You will do whatever it takes to escape. For each survivor that has died you can fully recover from the dying state 1/2/3 times and leave no scratch marks for 6/8/10 seconds. 






Killer: The Behemot
Back story coming soon.

Perks
        Devious Intent                           Damnation                          Eyes of Fire

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