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Puzzle Town, the Town of Puzzlement
11 years ago
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Thanks to flowerprince, I've got a bit of inspiration to go into Nameless a bit more. Specifically where he lives, what his funeral home looks like, and who he lives with.
The town is named Puzzle, though at times it's a few pieces short of a full jigsaw, and at others, the box is overflowing with pieces that don't fit. In short, the town is full of faces that come and go as they please. Puzzle has two seasons: Fog and rain. Never mind those other four seasons. With lands too swampy to raise any crops, and trees to thick to herd animals, Puzzle relies on trade for needs. From pelts of wild game, to mysterious herbs brewed into potions from the crafty hands of witches, and other things of interest ranging from tame and the untameable, Puzzle gives what others cannot get by their own means, and in return acquires what they need.
Puzzle is made up of a hodgepodge mess of mystics, gypsies, thieves, thugs, and everything in between. Forever set to market mode, and festivities so splendorous, any other party of grandeur leaves its guests wanting.
To sum up all the parts, Puzzle is a quaint town within a swamp like region. And it's large enough to garner itself its own businesses. Bars, hotels, a brothel, small businesses. Standing on stilts above the crocodile filled waters, lit with candles, lanterns, and magic's glow.
And on more solid grounds rests a funeral home. Because even the residences of a lively town need to rest at some point.
Onerado Witherow, known to all as 'Nameless' plays his role as Funeral Director.
Monochrome in appearance, save for the touch of purple on his body, he takes on the appearance of a magpie harpy, though anyone who has managed to peal back the layers of clothing have noticed there is a touch of reptilian to this bird. Not that anyone has managed to be so lucky! He has a love for theatrics and needless mystery, thus the mask and his refusal to speak his name. There honestly is no reason, outside of him being quite and odd bird. His knowledge for tedious, grisly facts go unbridled, and Nameless enjoys sharing them. Every. Last. Gorey. Detail. Honestly he just finds dark humor and darker tales fascinating, and believes sharing gruesome facts is completely normal. As is breaking everyone's personal bubbles. The man truly has no boundaries.
His closest 'friends' are Raptor, Grimm, and those he takes into his funeral parlor as workers.
His friendship with Raptor is mostly a non-consensual one on her half. On his, he's far too happy to be around her! He has a love for rats and other vermin- it's entirely her fault for being so neat. It's also entirely her fault if she finds the doors locked when she tries to leave the funeral home.
Or when she finds her house unlocked and him perched on her bed.
Honestly, if she didn't want him in her home, she wouldn't make it so easy to get in.
And his friendship with Grimm is... one part friendship, one part a one-sided crush he has no idea even exists. It's always good to have a doctor around. In a house specifically built for the dead. At least someone takes the name plague doctor and sticks to its roots! Despite words of warning to Grimm's cracked personality, like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode into something far more sinister, Nameless brushes it off with a masked grin and only looks to occasionally... poke at it.
What's life without a little danger after all!
Klaus Fiddler otherwise known as 'Nobody' at all is a finicky feline who has been taken as an apprentice under Nameless' wing. He's a sour pus to say the least, a stark contrast from Nameless' chipper disposition. As an apprentice, he does all that Nameless does, though he keeps the finances in order more than his master does.
Far more reclusive than his master, Grimm and Raptor, and those who aren't clients in the home, see nothing more than his tail as he makes haste away from other parties. Though if you do manage to speak with him, he's more than willing to speak his name, and show his face. He simply goes along with the nicknames and plague doctor disguise to run along with Nameless' theme.
Nobody has no friends, nor family to speak of- save for a possible romantic relationship- but more to come on that later.
LIKE Nameless, he's also monochrome in appearance, and red is the single splash of color.
-Place Holder for Grave Digger-
-Place Holder for Door Greeter-
The funeral home itself is large and well furnished. After all, who wants to bid farewell to the dearly departed in a run down shack? There is an embalming room and crematorium in the basement. Two chapels, rooms for ceremonies, Nameless' office, and various other parlors for what other purposes are required lay on the ground floor. And on the second floor are rooms for the workers and guests to sleep in.
The home is well maintenance, and each worker does their part in keeping up on it. After all, if someone is to scream, cry, and curse God's name over the loss of their loved one, they best do it in a comfortable environment where no one would judge their anguished cries. Nameless makes sure of it.
From the ceiling of Nameless' room hangs colorful broken glass, buffed down nicely to smooth out sharp edges. He has a love for colors and eye candy, so when the sun does find itself through the fog, and through his window, it's a kaleidoscope effect. The other noticeable trait in his room are the bones, skulls to be exact- nothing humanoid of course. Various other knickknacks litter his room, from coins to gems, and other eye catching items. Nameless is a magpie after all, being a bit of a klepto is in his blood, and if it's pretty, it's got a place in his room.
Outside Nobody's door is a continuous tick, as his walls are littered with clocks. Not a one tells the correct time, save for a pocket watch on his desk. He has a thing for time pieces, be they clocks or hourglasses. Being without an office, he does the funeral home's finances in his room, so it's not unusual to see papers and thick books scattered about his room. All of which have times, dates, names and notes that are required... and possibly some that are not. Nobody has a tendency to go overboard and be a bit too thorough with his note taking on people. Reclusive or not, he likes to listen to gossip and keep it all written away. Personal, perhaps, but it's best if nobody knows others secrets.
TL;DR: Stuff. 'v' If you'd... want to partake in his history at all, or talk and stuff idk, go for it. Doubt anyone will actually read any of this, I've just been playing it through my head all day and just wanted to type it all out.
The town is named Puzzle, though at times it's a few pieces short of a full jigsaw, and at others, the box is overflowing with pieces that don't fit. In short, the town is full of faces that come and go as they please. Puzzle has two seasons: Fog and rain. Never mind those other four seasons. With lands too swampy to raise any crops, and trees to thick to herd animals, Puzzle relies on trade for needs. From pelts of wild game, to mysterious herbs brewed into potions from the crafty hands of witches, and other things of interest ranging from tame and the untameable, Puzzle gives what others cannot get by their own means, and in return acquires what they need.
Puzzle is made up of a hodgepodge mess of mystics, gypsies, thieves, thugs, and everything in between. Forever set to market mode, and festivities so splendorous, any other party of grandeur leaves its guests wanting.
To sum up all the parts, Puzzle is a quaint town within a swamp like region. And it's large enough to garner itself its own businesses. Bars, hotels, a brothel, small businesses. Standing on stilts above the crocodile filled waters, lit with candles, lanterns, and magic's glow.
And on more solid grounds rests a funeral home. Because even the residences of a lively town need to rest at some point.
Onerado Witherow, known to all as 'Nameless' plays his role as Funeral Director.
Monochrome in appearance, save for the touch of purple on his body, he takes on the appearance of a magpie harpy, though anyone who has managed to peal back the layers of clothing have noticed there is a touch of reptilian to this bird. Not that anyone has managed to be so lucky! He has a love for theatrics and needless mystery, thus the mask and his refusal to speak his name. There honestly is no reason, outside of him being quite and odd bird. His knowledge for tedious, grisly facts go unbridled, and Nameless enjoys sharing them. Every. Last. Gorey. Detail. Honestly he just finds dark humor and darker tales fascinating, and believes sharing gruesome facts is completely normal. As is breaking everyone's personal bubbles. The man truly has no boundaries.
His closest 'friends' are Raptor, Grimm, and those he takes into his funeral parlor as workers.
His friendship with Raptor is mostly a non-consensual one on her half. On his, he's far too happy to be around her! He has a love for rats and other vermin- it's entirely her fault for being so neat. It's also entirely her fault if she finds the doors locked when she tries to leave the funeral home.
Or when she finds her house unlocked and him perched on her bed.
Honestly, if she didn't want him in her home, she wouldn't make it so easy to get in.
And his friendship with Grimm is... one part friendship, one part a one-sided crush he has no idea even exists. It's always good to have a doctor around. In a house specifically built for the dead. At least someone takes the name plague doctor and sticks to its roots! Despite words of warning to Grimm's cracked personality, like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode into something far more sinister, Nameless brushes it off with a masked grin and only looks to occasionally... poke at it.
What's life without a little danger after all!
Klaus Fiddler otherwise known as 'Nobody' at all is a finicky feline who has been taken as an apprentice under Nameless' wing. He's a sour pus to say the least, a stark contrast from Nameless' chipper disposition. As an apprentice, he does all that Nameless does, though he keeps the finances in order more than his master does.
Far more reclusive than his master, Grimm and Raptor, and those who aren't clients in the home, see nothing more than his tail as he makes haste away from other parties. Though if you do manage to speak with him, he's more than willing to speak his name, and show his face. He simply goes along with the nicknames and plague doctor disguise to run along with Nameless' theme.
Nobody has no friends, nor family to speak of- save for a possible romantic relationship- but more to come on that later.
LIKE Nameless, he's also monochrome in appearance, and red is the single splash of color.
-Place Holder for Grave Digger-
-Place Holder for Door Greeter-
The funeral home itself is large and well furnished. After all, who wants to bid farewell to the dearly departed in a run down shack? There is an embalming room and crematorium in the basement. Two chapels, rooms for ceremonies, Nameless' office, and various other parlors for what other purposes are required lay on the ground floor. And on the second floor are rooms for the workers and guests to sleep in.
The home is well maintenance, and each worker does their part in keeping up on it. After all, if someone is to scream, cry, and curse God's name over the loss of their loved one, they best do it in a comfortable environment where no one would judge their anguished cries. Nameless makes sure of it.
From the ceiling of Nameless' room hangs colorful broken glass, buffed down nicely to smooth out sharp edges. He has a love for colors and eye candy, so when the sun does find itself through the fog, and through his window, it's a kaleidoscope effect. The other noticeable trait in his room are the bones, skulls to be exact- nothing humanoid of course. Various other knickknacks litter his room, from coins to gems, and other eye catching items. Nameless is a magpie after all, being a bit of a klepto is in his blood, and if it's pretty, it's got a place in his room.
Outside Nobody's door is a continuous tick, as his walls are littered with clocks. Not a one tells the correct time, save for a pocket watch on his desk. He has a thing for time pieces, be they clocks or hourglasses. Being without an office, he does the funeral home's finances in his room, so it's not unusual to see papers and thick books scattered about his room. All of which have times, dates, names and notes that are required... and possibly some that are not. Nobody has a tendency to go overboard and be a bit too thorough with his note taking on people. Reclusive or not, he likes to listen to gossip and keep it all written away. Personal, perhaps, but it's best if nobody knows others secrets.
TL;DR: Stuff. 'v' If you'd... want to partake in his history at all, or talk and stuff idk, go for it. Doubt anyone will actually read any of this, I've just been playing it through my head all day and just wanted to type it all out.
The main concept I liked from it was that the buildings in the town got scattered and you had to dungeon dive to retrieve them. When you brought them back you could do the layout of the city yourself. There were a few different cities that you could do too!
I can see how you're reminded xD!
(Ayyyeee, I'm funny.)
THEY'LL JUST FLOAT IN MY HEAD.
If I could draw well enough, I'd go with pictures instead.