#Nash Skafos

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How dare I doubt myself.

Pictured here is my:

Favorite Oc: Ichor/Punishment! Technically he's the same guy, one of them is just from the original story (Undertale AU) and the other is his redesign! He also has a human form, but that's to deal with later 👀 (Fish!Ichor almost got put into Hardest To Draw)

First Oc: Clover! She was an Animal Jam avatar, but I count her as my first real oc. Or, at least one of them? Idk I just like animals, hehe. She's also the first Snow Leopard. Technically made long before Theory.

Latest Oc: Toast! It should really be a Trolls oc, but I'm not feeling many brain squiggles about them, so it's Toast instead! The oc-ified version of my PC.

Easiest To Draw OC: Fandango! He's a silly guy from my batim phase, and I purposefully made him easy to draw, which is rare for me lmao. He's one of my precious sons ♡

Hardest To Draw Oc: Nash! I bet there's some others I struggle with, but Nash has literally always been hard to draw. Between him looking really human (Furry Artist), being a buff man (Twink/Cartoon Artist), and being half-horse (He's a Centaur) it's always been a struggle to portray him correctly. This guy's in like his 30s or 40s and an actual Guy. Not a cartoon :( (he was also in the running for Favorite oc along with Light and Emphryean)

Artist: N! Decided to go with my persona for this one, just for fun since Nash almost gave me a headache lmao. (She was in the running for Easiest to Draw along with Ichor (skele))

#light's spot #my art #oc #Ichor #Punishment #Codex #Clover #Toast #Fandango #Fandango the Fountain Pen #Nash #Nash Skafos #N

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GUYSSSS

#oh my gods... #oh my gods #Nash real??? #I'm doing it finally!!! #light's spot #my art #oc #wip #Nash #Nash Skafos #i cam never draw his face right... but this guy??? #this kindly old man my beloved

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Nash-posting

Nash isn't opposed to letting people saddle/ride him. He's a centaur. One of his greatest joys was parading people around on his back, it's party of the reason he got so strong.

So, when he's crowned king, he can't do it as often. When he offers, people usually don't accept, concluding that he's a king and they're not worthy.

When he's a God, it's even worse. Most of his party passes away, and even less people would even see him.

When Maldric realizes it, he gets Nash a Saddle, custom-made, and tries to accompany his husband *everywhere* by relaxing on it. The weight on his back calms him.

Also, it's a lot less awkward to offer when it's not bare-back riding, apparently. Part of training for soldiers sometimes involves learning how to mount onto Nash (tall, scary, sturdy, centaur) so that mounting normal horses in the heat of battle is nothing. It's enriching for the soldiers, and for Nash.

(And god-forbid he's on the road with anyone and they dare to say they're tired, because Nash has been known to scoop people up and put them directly onto his saddle. Including diplomats and his own soldiers. He's got this instinct to carry people around.)

#light's spot #oc #Nash #Nash Skafos #spot q

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Nash's silhouette is funky, but the dragon looks cool so I'll fix that later lmao-

#light's spot #my art #knight light #literally enjoying this sm #but I think in the final draft Nash is either gonna be with his party #or in a different abd kess chunk pose #Nash #Nash Skafos #dnd #wip

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To be kind to myself as I take a break from packing: this is an oc post! If you don't want to read about my oc Nash, then keep scrolling!

I've been finally being kind to two of my biggest comfort characters, my ocs Ichor and Nash.

Ichor is a character that will continue to follow me, and so his story develops as I do, but Nash? Nash helped me with a lot of self-discovery and self-confidence. (Ex. He was his party leader, and despite not always being right as in Correct, his party trusted him to do right by them as in what was best for them. Helped me learn that mistakes are okay and people will still support you.)

So, Nash's story was cut short. Our dm chose to not continue the plot, and we swapped campaigns. We were in the midst of a world-destroying war, people all over the continent were dying, and all of the pressure for helping then was directed Solely towards Nash (he'd established a kingdom w/ the party before these tragedies started, and he was deemed King alongside his husband Maldric.) And Nash had no way of helping them. The first city they visited that called for aid? They tried to fight off the monster, and they won, but at the price of Nash's life.

That should've been it. He died. The hope for the war died with him. Maldric locked himself in his lab, Nash's siblings were heartbroken, the whole city mourning.

Then the party realized they couldn't win without Nash. They sought him out in the afterlife and brought him back at the price of one of their souls. He ressurected alone in his tomb with no memory of dying. He broke out from his mausoleum and stumbled into the daylight without a second thought, afraid for his party and people. And then when the townsfolk saw him, they screamed.

He was undead. His wounds were still raw, blood coagulated and black, skin pale and cold. His heart didn't beat. The undead were riding all across the continent, and that was the doing of the enemy. His people feared the same had been done to their king.

It took some getting used to. Nash (who worshipped Helios, titan of the sun) could no longer feel the warmth of the sum. On adventures he was often so distressed that he couldn't lead his party or save them. He felt horrible that Maldric could no longer hear the beating of his heart or comfortably be held (despite the dwarf saying he didn't care), and he hated the way his people seemed to avoid him even months after the ordeal.

That was where we left off.

Now though, I've decided he deserves to be happy.

Nash grows old, and remains King of his city, Haven. Or, actually, he remains the same age. As an undead, though the fighting and defeating of their enemy left him with more scars and grey hairs, he grew no older. His God, Helios, chose to bless Nash after he survived the final encounter. As he struck the final blow beneath the sun, Helios made Nadh a champion.

He's immortal now. When under the sunlight, he is living. He breathes, his heart beats, and his wounds all close. While at night he's undead once again, his skin pales and his wounds re-open. During the day he gives off a natural glow, and everyone knows him as the Immortal Sun King. (Maldric, as a boon from his God Hepheastus, chose to inhabit a cyclops-made metal body, effectively becoming immortal to live beside Nash.

Nash's siblings aged and died as he ruled, their offspring (adopted and biological) are his bravest warriors and smartest scholars. He loves them dearly. He watches them grow, and the melancholy replaces the grief fairly quickly.

And, of course, he's the patron of many, many, adventurers. He's a father to a lot of them, a friend to others, and a savior to the continent.

The longer he rules, the closer he gets to godhood alongside Maldric, but he doesn't care for that much at all. He only wants to take care of his people as he always had. He has himself, his husband, his faith, and his home. What else could he ever hope for?

#light's spot #oc #Nash #Nash Skafos #idk guys #just a quick recap of Nash cuz uhhh #he's literally my favorite dnd character ever #also picturing this man freaking out an enemy by approaching at sunset as The Sun King then slowly decaying before their eyes #and using his blood magic to catch/kill them it's just a cool image in my head #or alternatively #visiting another city's royalty and desperately trying to stay in his room after dark #but he can't get away and then he has to explain that it's *not* a new injury and no he's fine and yes it's normal

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Nash-posting again! (Ft. Wally Darling thanks to @neonsix67)

Lore under cut :3

Doodles on the top are of Nash after all the Important Lore bits of his story is over and he's immortal. He likes to grow out his hair, and usually he lets Maldric braid it when they're not busy or it gets unruly. (Once he let it grow out almost to the floor, but he kept tripping over it and almost broke a leg over it, so Maldric made him trim it.)

The one below is Nash's Teen years. He was a sweet lil bean pole back then, and he let his hair poof out. The lil hair strands in front were simply because he wanted something to fidget with when he was nervous, and he was nervous a *lot*. (He also used to adhere fools-gold to his cheeks. By technicality it was tradition of healers to do so that the other herds wouldn't attack them during rivalry conflicts, but Nash is also just hella fruity and liked the cheek glitter.)

And just in general, Nash keeps his hair short tbh. Habits from working in his father's forge as a child that die pretty hard. It's just natural to have his hair up/short. It's the main reason most of his family has short hair, actually, but ever since he started w/ Fire-based spellcasting he usually kept his standards pretty strict.

#light's spot #my art #oc #sketch #Nash #Nash Skafos #Nash's older sister Trista used to cut his hair for him #and always trimmed his tail/hair with her axe #so it used to be unruly no matter what #when he left her to adventure he cut it even shorter so it was easier to upkeep #then when he and Maldric settled down after the fighting and their Boons were recieved he started growing it long again

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Finally worked out a way for Nash to get that immortality thing under control and still be happy :)

#light's spot #oc #Nash Skafos #he gets a boone for completeing the quest against all odds #where as long as the sun is visible in the sky #his life is restored #as in his blood is liquid sunlight and his heart pumps with flame and his clammy skin feels solid and he's Whole Again #but when it's rainy and always at night time #his color drains and his wounds reopen and his blood slows and cools into the goop it was before and his heart stops beating and he's cold #and #he's technically immortal because he's simply undead #he's known as the Sun King now btw

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Uhhh, impulse wrote an interaction between Nash and his brother Lucard. (They're both Centaurs, and Nash is undead (alive by day, dead atain by night).)

Feel free to ignore this! (OC posting again lmao-)

"Nash?"

The voice called from down the hall. It was his brother Lucard. The two of them had agreed to hang out and try to rekindle their friendship. Nash hadn't had time before, he was busy saving the world. Now that he was home, though, he could afford to bond with his siblings again.

Especially his beloved little brother.

And yet, as Lucard came looking for him, he felt sick to his stomach. Or rather, he couldn't even feel if his stomach really was churning at all. It had gone numb.

"Nash, where in the realms did you go?"

Again he called.

Nash's stature wasn't easy to hide. It was only when he noticed his skin was clammy, and his liquor wasn't quite giving him the same kick it usually did, that he'd insisted to Lucard that they call it a night. He'd forgotten an important meeting for tomorrow (Lucard knew his schedule better than he did, there was no meeting) and he was tired (Lucard was convinced his brother no longer needed sleep). He'd rushed off. Now he was practically frozen in place just down the hall.

He didn't want to run away from his brother, he really didn't, but...

He'd heard from both their sisters about how hard Lucard had taken Nash's death. Luci said he'd slip into her workshop on late nights and refused to sleep unless she was in eyesight. Trista had told him how Lucard had spent every day for a week just pacing the graveyard, unwilling to see his casket in the mausoleum.

Maldric had told him Lucard hadn't even shown up to the burial.

There was no way he wanted his brother to see him like this. Not again.

It was like slow motion as Lucard turned the corner, that familiar scowl on his face. Nash had forgotten his brother was a Rogue by trade. Of course he'd snuck closer so easily. His hooves were much more careful than Nash's own giant hooves.

Nash watched in, a sort of detachment, as Lucard registered what was stood before him. How, in a matter of seconds, his eyes darted across Nash's entirety before his face fell slack and pale. His eyes focused in on Nash's flank, right where he knew the wounds of old had begun to open and his decaying flesh was exposing itself. Where the bite from the beast that killed him sat just as raw as the day he'd died.

Lucard reared back, his hooves suddenly making tapping sounds against the stone as he lost concentration. His tail swisher in the quiet air, and he couldn't seem to drag his eyes away from the wound.

Nash's heart wasn't beating anymore, nor was his chest moving with breath, but he still felt like they might drop out of his chest from seeing the look of disgust on his brother's face.

"Luc, I'm..."

Nash paused, his voice sounding so quiet for his imposing frame. His brother's gaze finally dragged away from his wound back to Nash's face, measuring every inch of the man's expression.

The Rogue looked away then, dragging a hand through his hair and immediately twisting away, then back, then away again. His hooves were clattering on the floor, and Nash stood flabbergasted, worry lacing his features and furrowing his brow.

Lucard pointed at him, then. It was a quick movement, and Nash himself reared slightly in surprise, backing his flank into the wall behind him with a muffled thud.

"This?!" He insisted, "This- how long have you been hiding this?"

Lucard seemed utterly enraged by this, his hands now both gesturing to, well, all of Nash himself.

"You're fuckin'... Your blessing didn't fix you? You're still- you're-" He stopped, before stamping a hoof against the ground in rage. "You're still dead."

Even from where Nash stood, he could see the way his brother turned away from him, his face growing terse. Lucard's chest rose and fell heavily with deeply inhaled breath, and Nash instantly felt worse than he had before.

"Lucard, I know it hurt you to see me like this. I-" He took a moment to breathe, before remembering he couldn't, "I didn't want to hurt you more. By making you see me like this."

The large centaur seemed to almost shrink in on himself as his smaller sibling turned back to him, a fury in his eyes. He seemed like he wanted to kick something as he flailed one of his arms outwards with his next words.

"You," He pointed harshly at Nash, "didn't want to hurt me?" He pointed at himself in question, "That's real rich coming from the one who keeps fucking running away from me. Who abandoned me and Luci to- to what? Join a herd? Join an adventuring party?"

His words were turning into something louder, his furious gaze centered on his older brother.

"You died on me, Nash." He accused, before using his hands to once again card through his own hair. "And yet you're still running from me!"

His voice nearly cracked as he shouted the last word, and he grit his teeth. His chest was rising more frequently now, and Nash couldn't think of any way to help. He was at a loss for words.

And then, for once, he had an idea.

It was a bad one, but his brother was still seething and was starting to paw at the floor, and that shouting probably woke up Luci or Elid, and all of this was eating at him like acid.

So, Nash took only about two steps forward, quick ones that shook the floor a little bit, and he wrapped his strong arms around his younger siblings shoulders, constricting him into a gentle hug.

When Lucard didn't immediately start thrashing, Nash spoke tentatively.

"I've lied before to you. You don't have a reason to forgive me so easily. I don't expect you to." He hurriedly prefaced before he rested his chin atop Lucard's head, "The war is over, though. If you like, just watch. I won't leave you alone again. If I do go, I'll ask you to come with."

Then after a moment.

"I'm sorry, Lucard."

There was no shifting for quite a few moments, before Lucard seemed to sink slightly farther into Nash. One of his arms wrapped one of Nash's. His breathing seemed to calm.

"You're cold. You're heart's not beating. You're definitely not breathing." Lucard whispered after a few minutes, which made Nash lift his head slightly so he brother could look up at him. "But," a slight grin stretched across Lucard's face, "You're still as sappy as ever, you huge asshole."

Lucard tapped at Nash's arm before he slipped away, and when he chuckled, Nash too laughed (though it was a bit more strained).

The younger centaur took a few steps away to look at his older siblings one more time before he sighed.

"You don't get out of our drinking night though. And I'm expecting you to tell me why in the realms you're like this still."

Lucard insisted suddenly, and Nash rubbed at the back of his neck, barely containing a groan beneath a strained smile. This would be a long night.

#light's spot #oc #drabble #Nash #Nash Skafos #Lucard Skafos #centaur #oc story #oc writing #I just like to think #that because of their past falling out #Nash's death was the worst on Lucard #and his ressurrection was even worse #because Nash was in a depression and under so much stress thanks to the gods stupid prophecies #and Lucard was convinced his brother was finally back after his god blessed him w/ life #but turns out it's on a day/night cycle? #idk thought this'd be a fun lil side thing to write tonight!

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Skafos Herd

Nash is the eldest, my current character for my DnD group. He's got some sorta anxiety that no one can figure out (-1 Charisma), feels like he needs to protect everyone he can in his general radius, constantly gets beat up by enemies, worships Helios, is married to his Husband Maldric, is King somehow, and literally got killed and resurrected. Boy's been through a lot.

Trista is the middle child, 2 years younger than Nash. Wakes up every morning and chooses violence. She worships Zeus recently, since Ares tried to kill her big brother. Plus, her scars look like lightning, much cooler story. She actually got her scars as a kid from Wolves, and makes a point to kill any wolf that gets in her way. (Wears a wolf's pelt)

Luci and Lucard are twins. Luci stayed home with their parents to learn to craft, and worships Zeus and Hephestus since her gauntlets are lightning-magic based, but she built em. She's the older twin by about 3 minutes, and won't let Lucard live it down. Lucard ran away from home as a kid after Nash and Trista started adventuring. He Worships Hermes like most rogues, and he enjoys sneaking around as much as possible. (How'd the huge Centaur guy get behind you so silently? Who knows?"

I like to think Nash is the only one who got the recessive genes from his grandparents, and the rest of his siblings look so close to their mom and dad. (The party probably didn't believe the three siblings that they were Nash's immediate family when they first met, till Nash got all emotional about seeing them again :).

#art #drawing #oc #my art #centaur oc #centaur art #centaur #centaur cleric #cleric #rogue #rogue dnd #dnd cleric #artificer #dnd artificer #barbarian #dnd barbarian #i did use a base as reference for these #so if anyons wants the link i'll post it in the comments

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Meant to finish some stickers, but my brain hurts. So, have this fun lil height chart of my four past/present DnD characters!

Far Left-> Nash Skafos. He's a centaur, 6'11, currently the tallest character I've played in a campaign. (Campaign ended, now he's an OC. Current Status: Living out the rest of his days with his Husband and their (hopefully) not wrecked kingdom. + Hella Undead and Conflicted.)

Middle Left-> Sessle. She's a tabaxi, 6'5, and was my first character made for dnd. (I was recommended the literal furry race, and rolled w/ it lmao.) (Campaign Ended, now she's an OC. Current Status: ...Unsure? + Mother to her girlfriend's skeleton child.)

Middle Right-> Emphyrean. They're an Air Genasi, 5'9, and they're very much one of my favorites. Not normally a design I would go for, but I adore them. (Campaign still active. Current status: Bounty hunter for magic items! + Optimist!)

Far Right-> Occissor. He's a kenku, 2'9 (ish?), and he's baby. Literally, my newest favorite, he's just a really smart preteen who cannot communicate. (Campaign still active. Current Status: Being Baby??? + Adventuring w/ cool people.)

#sketches #not tagging this a ton because I don't really want this out there #low effort doodles and all lol #didn't count Nash's sister Trista #or R in there #cuz technically they're the tallest two I've made #but I've never played as them. #and tell me why my furst two ended up w/ whole families by the end of their time in the story lmao #emphyrean's got his emo warlock bestie #and ozzy immedialy was adopted both by his friend R and Osha #they looked at that bird and said >is anyone going to look after this kid?< and not wait for an answer #next character is gonna fill tye gap between these last two in the heights

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My 3 DnD Characters:

Nash Skafos: Centaur, Forge Cleric, He/Him, 31 y/o, Bi

Emphyrean: Air Genasi, Life Cleric/Bard, He/Him or They/Them, 18 y/o, Pan(?)

Sessle: Tabaxi, Arcane Trickster Rogue, She/Her, 19 y/o, ???

Sessle is currently (probably permanently) out of use. She was my first DnD character, and was introduced to the story as our other (and much better) Rogue's girlfriend. Sessle's a cat, BlackFlame was her boyfriend/girlfriend who was a lizardfolk/serpentine hybrid, and they created a son named Richard who was literally just a skeleton.

Emphyrean was the next to be made to interact with a different campaign group. They were just gonna be an ethereal being of the sky who arrived strangely from the woods with the ranger, but then the ranger swapped to a fighter just before the campaign. Now Emph's a danger twink, running wild, being frenemies with their patron, and ultimately is just there to be beasties with the Sorcerer. A total 180.

Nash is baby and I adore him. He's just this huge half-horse man who desperately wants to keep his party safe. Bro took a giant morning star to the chest and survived in our first mission as a party. He the party's designated leader. His Charisma is a -1, but that doesn't stop him from being wholesome! Also doesn't help that he's being shipped with our Artificer Mountain Dwarf, Maldric. He just wants to worship his Greek gods, Helios + Hestia, and keep all his wonderful party safe.

This is mainly incase I ever decide to post anything else about those three. Or, on the off chance someone sees this, if they wanna ask anything 'bout the characters

#dnd character #oc #air genasi #centaur #dnd cleric #d&d cleric #cleric #rogue #rogue dnd #dnd campaign #dnd #writing #character concept #I know this post is unimportant #I wanted to get the info out in the world tho #tabaxi #tabaxi rogue #centaur cleric #forge cleric #air genasi cleric