In this post I’m going to be writing about The Twins out of Dead By Daylight which is one out of the 24 killers currently in the game. The key thing about this particular killer is that they are a cooperative killer and have the ability to split apart and hunt as a part with there power known as Blood Bond. This Killer is considered a hard difficulty actaully play, this is simply because you need to spend a lot of time in order to master there ability to play them efficiently. The personal perks that come with this killer are Hoarder, Oppression and Coup de Grace.
Lore:
The lore behind the twins is surprisingly interesting, they are actaully a pair of conjoined twins, their names are Charlotte and Victor Deshayes and have such a strong emotional bond it believed no other could possibly have this type of bond. These twins were born in the 17th century and their carried a heavy weight of unlikeliness due to how successful it was. The twins would be considered to look horrific due to the fact Victor the boy has his lower body affixed into the chest of his sister Charlotte with his legs interwinding around her muscles and organs. Obviously he was much smaller than Charlotte and turn out to grown more like an appendage of her body rather than a fully formed body.
Just as a newborns would screeched once they were birth so did the midwife who delivered them, the midwife frantically ran from the home yelling how Charlotte and Victor were a demon birth and that there mother was a witch, due to this this then began a hunt for them.
Over the coming years all they did was run but for the twins this was considered to be normal life, Madeline their mother did what she could in order to protect her children and the twins considered this running like a game hiding throughout France’s countryside being an ordinary occurrence. By the age of Five years old the twins found a new challenge to this game and that was when their mother unfortunately fell very sick she was pale and exhausted, this left Madeline no choice but give the responsibility of gathering food to Charlotte. Charlotte was able to swipe food when she had an opening this was seen as a victory to the young girl however this was very short lived.
One Midnight a bright glowing flame surrounded the camp that they had set up the lights bobbed in the darkness, but one voice voice broke the thick silence of the night as the tent was surrounded by a mob of witch hunters. Harsh hands tore the twins from there bed, Charlotte tried her best to break free kicking anyone one that would approach her. Meanwhile, Madeline was still too sick and exhausted was there crying for her children but her voice was put to quick halt as she was stuck by cub in the back of the head, Victor shrieked like a trapped rat.
The witch hunters were fast to come up with a decision and already had a judge on hand to declare Charlotte’s mother Madeline guilty of witchcraft, as her children were evidence of her demon spawn. Within minutes the witch hunters shackled Madeline unconscious body to a nearby tree and began to surround it with moss and dry twigs. When Madeline awoke still obviously very weak and still very sick didn’t fight but begged and pleaded for her children to turn away not wanting to witness the horrific sight that was about to happen. However, the twins were not given such a choice they were made to stand and watch as the torch was lit and the bundle of violent flames run up their mother skirt, consuming her body causing her flesh to sizzle. They watch in horror as the fat melted off her body and how her face bubbled and twisted as she was burned alive, they were forced to watch until her screams and cries of shear pain became no more as the flames had eaten away at her vocal cords, at this point there was no more just the crackling and sickening stench of brunt flesh.
All the joy they ever had in there life, left the moment there mother died, the twins were then forced into a cage and transported to an old rickety temple. They were sold privately like they were animals, the group they were sold too were a secretive group clads in dark cloaks. Victor reaction to this was just like a rabid beast her was violent and would scratch and bite anyone who would dare approach they only thing that could possibly calm him was the touch from his sister. Charlotte grew cold and bitter after watching the events of her mothers death, the only person she showed kindness too was her brother and made it her sole purpose to be his protector not wanting to lose another family member.
Within the time at the temple the twins were exposed to unusual experiments, some were harsh while others were baffling. One of the days they were forced to snap the neck of a grey bird and the next they would bleed their fingers into a vase of roses. Furthermore, every seven days they would have a damp oak put beneath their pillow and would have to sleep on it. From the cloaked men there was never ending chanting.
By the time their final experiment came around, the twins were herded into the center of the temple they held Charlotte at the alter of the temple and a wrinkled face appeared of a man he placed a hand on the forehead of each twins examining there skulls carefully before muttering memento mori as he muttered this he took out a shining blade.
Once seeing this Charlotte was fast to roll on her side, shifting her brother from the alter and this caused Victor to screech and he stretches his arm out as far as he could knocking a candelabra to the ground. Due to how old the temple was the flames took to the dry wood instantly, the flame toom to the black robes around and all that could be heard was cries of agony. Charlotte took this opportunity to run though the flames her vision unclear and could not see anything expect for black smoke and furious flames. This later caused a painful heaviness in her chest and there was no exit in sight, each and every step she took lead to an overwhelming heat. She fell to her knees but then she saw what she was looking for. Sunlight and trees she was quick to stumble from the fire and into the grass and no even to take a second to look back she just ran until her body couldn’t handle no more and she collapse in the forest.
When Charlotte took a moment to open her eyes she reaches out for her brother but Victor didn’t budge his lifeless body hung down helplessly from her torso. She was fast to grab his face but only for her too stare into his sad still eyes. Everything she had become used to, the way Victor used to pull his body from her skin, the prodding at the cavity in her chest, was gone all gone. Victor was dead.
Charlotte was then left with no option she had to continue moving but she mourned for her brother, there was an ever lasting fear of the black cloaks and witch hunters were prowling around ready to get her at any given moment. She hid her brothers corpse under her clothing she headed for the sewers she set camp there and would come out only to steal food whenever she could or she would raid barns for pig slop whenever her desperation would set in, with her will to survive. As the years passed Victors small body began to ooze and blacken. However his body refused to decompose it was like Charlotte blood was forcing it to stay alive and that gave Charlotte a reason to continue protecting his lifeless body and this caused her to refuse to ever be separated from the only family she would ever have left.
As Charlotte when into her teenage years it was a fight for survival and her hatred towards humanity continued to grow each and everyday with the realisation they would never leave her be. It didn’t matter how many she would kill they would constantly go for her and hunt for their unending which made Charlotte constantly abandon shelter and run.
For years Charlotte fled from place to place only drawing blood out of necessity, then at night she would spend her night cradling her brother dead corpse at night. However during the harsh cold winter climate her body would break down as food became very little and old wooden shelter became worthless she was forced to shelter near a campfire in the woods still nervous about the black cloaks lurking in the shadow and would take her before the cold ever did. The closeness was closing in around her and for the first time in her life she finally felt acceptance. Charlotte then proceeded to close her eyes letting herself go accepting death with open arms. Then all of sudden a loud shriek that was vicious rang though her ears, Victor came to life as he flailed from her chest a large cloud of fog formed around him, before she could even think or react he slips from her chest in a bloody puddle landing on the snow running frantically.
Charlotte lifted herself from the ground away from the claws of death and chased after her brother calling his name until her legs could hardly carry her no longer. As she looked up she saw Victor his face looking feral and twisted he scream roars loudly as a dark hooded figure appears and grabs him dragging him into the fog. At this moment all her tiredness and weakness charlotte held was gone it was soon replaced with rage and anger as she gripped her sickle with a firm grip and charged into the fog prepared to kill anyone who set food near her brother.
Chloe ✅
