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tallbluelady · 9 months

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Welcome to my blog! Feel free to ask me about my blorbos!

But who are my blorbos, you may ask? Well… we'll need a break for that.

Rowan Argentas, Warrior of Light

Duskwight Elezen, around 25 summers at the start of ARR.

Combat Classes: Bard, Dragoon, Red Mage. Later picks up Arcanima and Astrology but does not use them in combat.

A shy, soft spoken woman, Rowan may not initially fit people's expectations of what a Warrior of Light should be. That is until they see her acumen in combat and her willingness to help her fellow man. Though she often acts with a gentle demeanor, Rowan will fight to the edge of her abilities to save the Star.

Relationship: Slow burn Romance with Urianger Arugelt.

Rowan finds herself drawn to the mysterious Urianger nigh instantly when she joins the Scions, finding his enthusiasm for magic and velvety voice attractive. Thanks to her mother's obsession with an Ishgardian playwright, she doesn't find his antiquated speech patterns hard to parse and almost revels in the ease that she can understand him.

Though his secrets have hurt her on at least two separate occasions, Rowan finds Urianger's reasons for keeping them natural and reasonable, and quickly forgives him each time. This spurs him to do better and to amend his ways. Though it takes them years for them to finally get together, the pair relax into a courtship where they can learn to express their wants and fears while receiving gentleness for both.

Key Traits: Acts of Service as a Love Language, musical, gentle, shy, martyr/Atlas complex, secret keeper, eager learner, holding others to accountability.

Family Members: Jeaneaux Argentas (adoptive father, deceased), Alfinne Argentas (adoptive mother, living), Ellant Argentas (adoptive brother, missing in action, later found), Louineaux Argentas-Arugelt (future son), Luninne Argentas-Arugelt (future daughter)

Tags: Rowan Argentas, Aether and Anatomy

Minthe, former Conceptual Consultant, one-time Holder of the Seat of Azem.

Rowan's Ancient Self

A mage of both healing and offensive magics, Minthe would be considered a Sage due to her use of Noulith like foci.

A woman who tries to hold herself to ethical hedonism, Minthe spent a good portion of her young adult life avoiding responsibility so she could maximize her time spent on the personal projects she enjoys. If one doesn't make a promise to be responsible, then there is no broken promise to be disappointed about. Having inadvertently visited the Underworld with Hades at a young age, Minthe is often beset by those who see her potential to rise up to it, much to her chagrin.

Relationships: Young love that soured with Hades, fun love that drops with Ariadne (@yloiseconeillants), and devoted love that persists through the Final Days with Daedalus (@azure-dragonsinger).

Hades

Having been told that they were destined to be a couple since childhood, Hades and Minthe decide to truly try out a relationship after they initially graduate from Akadaemia. While Hades continues his studies in an academic manner so that he may better the Star, Minthe spends her time tinkering with various spices to increase their potency and flavor. Finding the pursuit frivolous, Hades chides her for wasting her talent nigh constantly, urging her to return to the Akadaemia so she could do something useful. After one of her spice concepts catches the eye of Hythlodaeus, she is offered a job at the Bureau of the Architect. Once Hades learns that Minthe is not going to take time to return to the Akadaemia, he dumps her and tries to move on. Were it not for the Final Days, things may have had time to truly mend between them.

Ariadne

After the break up with Hades, Minthe isolates herself. She does keep to her responsibilities at the Bureau of the Architect, but once her required time for the day was up, she returned to her apartment to tinker on her spices alone. After some coaxing by various coworkers and acquaintances, Minthe attends a mixer where another scientifically minded woman, Ariadne, also attends. With her quirky approach and determination, Minthe finds Ariadne to be enchanting and continues to see her after the party. The two of them enjoy each other, and even turn the fact that they both saw Hades during their years in the Akadaemia against him rather than at each other.

While Minthe assumes all is well between them, she finds that Ariadne had been squirreling away various memories into crystal rather than face embarrassing moments with maturity. After some time hemming and hawing, Ariadne starts the process of returning her memories with the biggest secret that she was hiding - that she knew that Minthe had visited the Underworld as a child. Already frayed and exhausted with her at this point, Minthe ends the relationship then and leaves Amaurot for a time.

Daedalus

After traveling with her brother, Sideritis, for a while, Minthe prepares to return to Amaurot and her job at the Bureau of the Architect. But before she enters the city proper, she finds her friends at the feet of a colossal machine, which Icarus (@hermits-hovel) calls Alexander. Fighting their way through the maze like structure, the group finds it's creator, Daedalus at the center. After a spectacular battle with his brother, Icarus, Daedalus finds himself rather weak. After being told he needs help, Minthe tries to replenish his aether but finds that Daedalus has a unique form of soul unlike she's ever seen. She relays this information to Hades, who then swears to restore Daedalus to a proper state.

After returning to work, Minthe took the time to visit Daedalus at Alexander one day. Seeing that he was still in a sorry state, Minthe complains to Hades that nothing he is doing is working - otherwise he would be healthier. Annoyed, Hades tells her that if she's so worried, she should take the reigns on the project herself. With hesitance, she does, noting that she never really took the time to learn much about Daedalus beforehand. But through her time spent with him, Minthe finds Daedalus to be bright and passionate about his creations, magic, and eventually herself. The pair bond over their lives in spent creative pursuits and Minthe coaxes Daedalus to enjoy each day as it comes, which becomes much easier with her by his side.

Key Traits: Acts of Service and Gift Giving as Love Languages, ethical hedonism, food, fun, devotion vs duty, living life one day at a time, realist.

Family: Parents (both returned to the Star while Minthe was in Amaurot), Siderits (brother, survived until the Sundering of Etheirys)

Tags: Azem Minthe, I Melt With You, Plant Girlfriends, The Unstoppable Force and the Immovable Object

Other Shards

Throughout Etheirys' history, Minthe's Sundered Selves have found themselves in important events. In chronological order:

Lamiales, a silent protector. Alive during the Calamity of Wind, this Hrothgar travels with their companion, Caelo, who turns their whispers into spoken word. The pair of them seek their third friend, Selene, who was flung far from them in a large gale. Along the way they meet other travelers in similar situation and band together to find all their lost loved ones.

Lucky Apple, alchemist of some renown on the Twelfth Shard of Etheirys. As powerful lightning storms rend the very land asunder, Apple spends her days wandering and trying to purify what little fresh water is left, all with a cheery attitude and a smile on her face. With the uncanny ability to see the souls of the departed, she is recruited by a Mr. Selch from the city of Eutopia to investigate means of transporting souls from one locale to another. Unaware of the consequences of such a thing, she gladly helps him with his task, and even helps others in the city with their experiments and discoveries. After it is revealed that Mr. Selch is actively seeking the destruction of her world, Apple feels so betrayed that she leaves Eutopia to focus on what good she can do elsewhere.

Though she has made peace with the fact that her world is ending, Apple still seeks to ease the pain of others for as long as she can draw breath. After all, why would she waste her time feeling sorry for herself when she can smile instead?

Miranda of Allag, or M'randa of Zurvan. Alive during the end of Allag's reign over Eorzea, M'randa and her brother, M'cutio, seek to end the dark deeds of the corrupt state from the inside, hiding as servants in high places. Finding her brother unable to fulfill the task from the inside, she murders his master and urges him to work from the outside. When M'cutio asks her to come with him, she says she cannot. She received a part of her master's aether to infiltrate the upper society of Allag, and she fears Merycidia would not accept her. M'cutio correctly deduces that M'randa has feelings for her master, Prospero (@azure-dragonsinger), but swears to relieve her of her burden some day.

As Miranda continues to serve Prospero and surgically cut through Allag, a mysterious man enters his life and irrevocably changes him. While Miranda found her master to be a ruthless, devious and aspirational architect before, the man who takes his place, Daedalus, is actually full of kindness and despairs at their situation. But he his bound by duty, as well as to the man who changed him, Emet-Selch. Finding herself more and more tangled in Allag's web of lies and politics, Miranda finds that the simplest way to deal with it is to finish what she started and tear down the Empire from the inside, taking Emet-Selch down with it.

Moth Orchid, Ally of Ronka. A Viis of the First, Moth Orchid never sought much more honor than that of an adventurer. Through a fated encounter with Ambrose of Ronka, he gains favor with Princes and makes friends with the nation he sought to avoid. While Ambrose pulls him out of his aloof nature, the Viis is suspicious of many, including a mysterious man named Emet-Selch, who claims to have knowledge his friends seek.

Aoife Redbranch. A magus in the time of Mhach, Aoife was well known for two things: her raw power in the aetherial arts and her rivalry with one Bricriu Honey-tongue (@yloiseconeillants). That is, until she vanished one day in the woods. As she told Bricriu later, Aoife was drawn by a strangely familiar aether, full of power. The aether belonged to a certain man who called himself Emet-Selch. With promises of magicks not known to Mhach, Amdapor, or Nym, Aoife took his offer to stay by his side as he watched the world she knew crumble.

It didn't take that long for Aoife to become tired about the arrangement, however. After enough begging, Emet-Selch allows her to visit her rival, who she then tells that Emet-Selch is a Voidsent under her spell. More than annoyed at the falsehood, Emet-Selch humiliates Aoife in front of Bricriu. After a heated argument, Aoife manages to kill the mortal form of Emet-Selch, not knowing that the Wizard of Eld was able to come back from such a thing. Though he was prepared to return the favor, Emet-Selch finds he cannot kill Aoife, seeing something in her eyes that catches on what little remains of his heart. He does, however, tell her he cannot let her go free, lest she ruin his plans for the Rejoining inadvertently. So she asks him to gild her cage and allow her some luxury. He obliges, and the two start their relationship anew.

While it is still a bit lonely, Aoife is more or less content with the life she has with Emet-Selch. That is at least until she hosts a party of four adventurers trying to heal the world and themselves during the floods that have been occurring. Finding herself compassionate for the souls and liking herself more for it, she wonders if she could have always been kind, and if that could have saved her. Only time will tell if that holds true.

On top of that, I do have a few side characters. For now, they'll get a link to their Carrd.

#rowan argentas #aether and anatomy #urianger x wol #azem minthe #miranda of allag #moth orchid of ronka #aoife redbranch #azem daedalus #azem ariadne #plant girlfriends #i melt with you #lamiales #the unstoppable force and the immovable object #bricriu #lucky apple #luckless

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soweirdondisney · 2 months

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Line art and colored versions of So Weird fan art from GiveMeTears on Devianart.

Note Rick, Molly, and one of the Moffats on her wall.

#so weird #so weird fan art #so weird disney #disney so weird #disney channel #disney plus #zoog disney #old disney #bricriu #fiona phillips #fan art

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forfeda-project · 2 years

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Bricriu Nemthenga ("poison-tongue") is a slippery figure from the Ulster Cycle of Irish mythology, who was the hospitaller in charge of a great feasting hall (bruiden) in Dun Rudraige, modern day Dundrum. Known for tricking Ulsters's greatest warriors into competing against each other for the Champion's Portion, no feast at Bruiden Bricriu remains uneventful for long…

I've always loved the look of traditional pub signs and whisky labels, and wanted to apply that design style to some of the iconic hostels and halls from the Ulster Cycle. The story of Fled Bricrenn ("Bricriu's Feast") is a personal favorite, and seemed like a fitting first subject. This piece features Bricriu's eponymous poison tongue, along with a nod to the folklore motif of the Beheading Game famously featured in Fled Bricrenn.

#celtic #celticart #mythology #irish mythology #celtic mythology #folklore #bricriu #fled bricrenn #bruiden #ulster cycle #dundrum #graphic design #logo #pub logo #gaelpol #pagan #pagan art #forfedaproject

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theroseempress · 1 year

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Wrote something for my current WIP and liked it a lot, so here it is! Fair warning, this is in fact quite long. (the only reason I'm not posting this in my website instead is because it's actually a section of another thing I haven't finished writing, and I'm not sure if I want it up there yet)

hey @wackus-bonkus-maximus this has nothing to do with MLB so I dunno if you're interested, but I'm quite pleased with how it came out so if you wanna read this I certainly will not object.

The day everything finally fell apart started like any other morning. When thinking back on it, Rani couldn’t help marveling at it. Wake up, eat some of the dreadfully bland bread provided by her landlady, (she had the money to buy better food, in theory at least, but it was free, and if she wasn’t wasting money on how things tasted, there was that much more to send back to her brothers.

And sure, maybe she had eaten less food recently than was entirely healthy, but medical school in a different country was expensive, and so was keeping her other two brothers fed and comfortable. Besides, being small was useful for making unnoticed entrances and exits, so it was fine, really) read the brown envelope that had appeared on her dresser, and leave to find today’s target.

Today’s target was a young man, according to the envelope, he was five foot nine, had strawberry blonde hair, light skin, usually wore a chain earring in his left ear, and was called Bricriu.

(Not much to know about a person, but really, even having the name in there was unusual for a target. The only other information in the envelope was the area he frequented, in the Markets)

Rani both despised and was grateful for the Markets- both because of how crowded and noisy they were- the latter opinion being because it was much easier to tail someone unnoticed when in a crowd, and the former since the same thing made it easier to lose a target.

Either way, Rani’s job wasn’t to gripe, it was to remove her target and then disappear in one way or another, so she shrugged her worn jacket tighter around her shoulders and set off down the street.

It was a cold morning, clouds blanketing the sky as they so often did over the ventral months in Solace. The chainmail Rani wore between her undershirt and thin tunic sucked up the biting air with vigor, the latticed metal icy against her skin even through the layer of cloth. Rani ignored it, instead staring down at her boots (the one piece of clothing she frequently bought new versions of instead of letting them run into the ground) as they carried her across grey cobblestones and around the remaining puddles from last night’s rain. It wasn’t a long walk to the Markets, though as she got closer the amount of mechorses and carriages the young woman had to dodge increased significantly.

Finally reaching one of the unofficial guard posts, Rani halted for a moment to study the seemingly lazy (Rani had to admit, she would have been convinced if she hadn’t seen how fast the guards could move when provoked, there was a reason they were where they were) young man leaning against the wall with his hands tucked into his coat pockets, grey eyes drifting lazily over the people meandering through the bottleneck between two buildings and into a market. Rani, who knew he wouldn’t see her as any threat, but still wasn’t one to take chances, waited until a carriage was blocking his line of sight to her and then slipped into the crowds on the other side of the ‘gate.’

It didn’t take her long to find her target, slipping through the bustling colours and noise of the Market like the shadow she was slowly becoming.

He was stepping out of a building, the sign swinging above his head bearing the same words tucked into Rani’s pocket on a carefully folded piece of paper.

‘The Howling Hound’ proclaimed the sign, creaking back and forth on rusty hooks, and for a moment Rani’s upbringing raised its head and sent a crackle of tension down her spine.

But it was only a moment,and Rani was pushing away her Talin superstitions and darting after the blonde man before she’d even fully processed the words her relatives would have instantly taken as a sign to give up right then and there.

The man strode down the cobbled road like he belonged there, head high and shoulders relaxed, coat unbuttoned despite the wind tugging at his sandy hair, moving with the kind of ease and light Rani had seen on a number of other people (and resented, people like that always got their way, almost as if they really did bring light with them, never trapped in the shadows like her, everyone eager to help them)

Rani slipped after him, ignoring how the wind nipped at her face even through the scarf pulled up around her nose and mouth and silently tailing the tap-tap-tap of his polished boots on the uneven stones below.

Finally, several wind-bitten moments of weaving through the cacophony of noise and colours that was the Markets, Rani’s target turned off into an alley. Rani followed, halting crouched behind a stack of crates and ignoring the frigid slush-water soaking from the cobbles into the right knee of her trousers.

The alley was empty, the only occupants Rani, her target, and a lone dark-feathered bird dozing on a jutting windowsill.

Rani let the cold metal of two of her daggers slip from her sleeves to her palms, slender fingers wrapping around the worn hilts. A pause to steady herself and check they were both hidden from sight, and then she was pouncing forwards with a silence so well-practiced it was almost an afterthought. One, two, three strides across the stones, avoiding a puddle that would have caused a splash, and now she was in range and both hands went up, daggers slicing through the cloudy day.

In the years that followed, Rani went through those moments time and time again, searching for what she’d done wrong, what part of the motion was sloppy, casual, loose.

(did she step too hard, move too slow, did her chainmail rustle, did light glint off the daggers, was she just not good enough)

She still didn’t know.

(she’d moved the same as always, as fast as always, she’d practiced and there was no way her mail would make a noise loud enough to alert him, it was cloudy and there was no light to hit the polished metal and she still wasn’t good enough)

Just before silvered metal met her target’s unprotected throat, the man moved.

He spun, leaning back, bright blue eyes a splash of unexpected colour against the grey skies, grey bricks, grey stones, grey coat, sandy hair dancing just around the edges of his face as if it didn’t dare to get in his way, and then Rani’s daggers were just barely barely one inch too slow touching his throat and grey wasn’t broken by red and-

-And he was smiling, blue eyes now sparkling, and Rani, still caught in the middle of her pounce, realized too late that maybe the kind of light this man carried was instead the kind that tore through shadows like her instead.

He was almost casual, one hand coming up and knocking Rani’s wrists into each-other at just the right angle for a jolt of pain to tear through her numb fingers. The following motion was involuntary, and Rani barely realized she’d let go until her daggers her defense protection safety were on the stones with a sharp ringing and spray of water droplets from the puddle they’d landed in. Rani moved on instinct, still-stinging hands going to the top of her boots and fumbling against icy buckles- damn it why hadn’t she loosened the straps earlier, stupid stupid stupid- for stiff leather, but the man in front of her- not her target now- took the opening before she realized it was there.

Rani’s back slammed up against the alley wall, rough stones digging into her spine and air huffing out of her lungs in a white cloud.

Across the alley, the crow took flight, disappearing with a rustle of feathers and a squawk.

The golden man- Rani’s mind darted back to the paper; Bricriu- didn’t look away from Rani, pale blue eyes studying her face with an almost detached curiosity.

A line of biting cold flared against Rani’s throat, and the realization that Bricriu had a long dagger resting there kicked her awareness into action too late. Both of her wrists were somehow trapped behind her against the wall, Bricriu too close and the blade’s edge too firmly against her skin for her to do anything about it.

A long moment passed, dampness soaking out of the bricks and into Rani’s tunic. Bricriu seemed content to wait, studying her face as if he was watching a particularly spectacular sunrise.

Several more minutes passed, Rani pinned in place both by the dagger at her throat and Bricriu’s piercing gaze, and then her chainmail started to become almost unbearably cold even through her shirt.

Rani shivered, and the motion seemed to break Bricriu out of whatever he’d been thinking about. Smiling, the young man tilted his head.

“Well, I wonder what you’re doing here?”

Rani stayed silent, wrists starting to ache from being pressed into the wall. Bricriu seemed unfazed by her unresponsiveness, continuing to talk as his gaze drifted down her.

“Stabbing people isn’t very polite, you know.” he scolded, almost as if he was talking to a child. “Might get stabbed back as well, I suppose. Lucky for you, I’m curious.”

Pausing, Bricriu leaned over a little and reached into Rani’s pocket, pulling the folded paper out and grinning at her.

“What’s this?”

Rani bit back the urge to lunge at him and tear the paper away. Bricriu seemed to sense her line of thought, cold metal pressing a little harder to her throat. Casually. unfolding the paper despite only having one hand available, Bricriu finally looked away from Rani.

A million thoughts and plans of action rushed through Rani’s head in that moment- he’s distracted rush him move get your daggers attack run away fight hide escape attack- but before she could put any of them into action, the paper was crumpling in Bricriu’s fist and his pale blue gaze was back on Rani.

“An assassin, huh?”

She stayed silent, another wave of shuddering breaking over her as a light drizzle began to soak through her already damp tunic. Bricriu tucked the paper into his coat pocket, eyes staying fixed on Rani’s throughout the motion.

Another long pause followed, Bricriu staring absently at the wall beside Rani’s head, Rani’s shivering escalating to the point that she couldn’t hide it any longer. She’d just determined to try and break away despite the lost feeling in her hands, when Bricriu blinked, straightening.

“Righto, little assassin, you’re coming with me.” he smiled, and maybe this time some of Rani’s shivering wasn’t because of the cold.

Fun fact Talin (the nation Rani's from) find dogs unlucky and howling dogs especially unlucky.

Was that sign foreshadowing or not? hmmm

i mean. it is entirely possible that bricriu's gonna give her lots of money and help her with problems!

You never know!

#my wip #felix WIP #ironically does not contain felix #meet rani and bricriu they're gonna be relevant #in different ways #:)#my writing #i'm quite pleased with this #did some good work with the sensation descriptions #though i do say so myself #i hope i did bri justice #he gives off a very specific vibe i wanted to get right #characters #idk what to tag this #*slides in with fresh tags*#the golden city #rani #bricriu

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sunriseverse · 2 years

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ocs be upon ye.

#my ocs #bricriu #ignace #edi mustafa #khatije merak #nur ahmed #c.art #c.txt

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jo-kati · 2 years

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The poison trio Ezra, Ester and Bricriu

I love these three so gosh dang much! I mean look how their wild color palettes work so well together with the new environment! Wait, you want to know why they look so weird?

They were exposed to a chemical causing mutation. More on that later

#digital art #my oc art #wolf #Ezra Steel #Ester Forest #Bricriu #poison

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yloiseconeillants · 18 days

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You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

VIERAPRIL 2024 :: Day 8 - Relinquish/Alone

And what exactly did the most generous man in Mhach give to receive the riches and security he enjoys, despite the disparaging whispering the accompanies his name?

#vierapril #vierapril 2024 #magiposting #bricriu of mhach

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ragewithinthestorm · 3 months

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open to || anyone 18+. possible shipping down the line. Could be total strangers or old acquaintance

Bricriu had been back home for a few weeks, but he hadn't left the house since leaving prison, struggling to adapt to being back after spending his late teens locked up, he didn't regret anything other than the way it affected his parents.

He knew it was time to re-enter society, the guy he'd tortured had left town, he had a feeling the locals weren't going to trust him, they didn't know why he did it, his victim did and that was all that mattered, but he knew people weren't going to trust him. He had his hood up, hands in pockets and eyes on the ground, trying to make himself as invisible as possible as he walked down the street in the dying sunlight, only to walk straight into someone and fall. "Ow, sorry man, my bad," he apologised as he picked himself back up, "you okay? Seriously my bad I wasn't watching where I was going."

#I promise he's not a bad guy #muse || bricriu newton #open #open rp #indie rp #open starter #rp starter #rp #indie starter #open indie rp #indie oc rp #oc rp #open to anyone #roleplay #Open roleplay #fantasy rp

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volt-race-art · 7 months

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Pair of older OC designs I've just had floating around getting a polish up

Yes these noodles are gay and trans and proudly wear their rings regardless of what they're doing carry on

#my art #character design #sketch #Originally these two spawned from a playthrough a friend and I did of the Ancients Awoken mod #and then found out things about the creator of it which was a yikes #So they're technically Cal ocs now but really just float in limbo #oc: barloc #oc: bricriu

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comehellsorhighwater · 5 months

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accidentally trapped my alt in the halloween dimension so here's some bricriu portraits

#i want to scoop up caterer bricriu and tell him that he doesn't have to apprentice with an arch-magus #he should have been at the club #magiposting #bricriu #REAL TORN ON WHETHER THERE SHOULD *ACTUALLY* BE A PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY THING HAPPENING HERE OR

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haydenigmatic · 3 months

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Aurelia/n Mezzei

Meet Aurelia/n, the firstborn and heir of the Duke Bricriu, yet burdened by the shadows of a turbulent family history. Raised amidst the opulence of noble court life, Aurelia/n's journey is a delicate dance between duty and desire, navigating the complexities of power and privilege while grappling with the ghosts of their lineage.

Their face and voice claim are: Medalion Rahimi and Şükrü Özyıldız

Family Dynamics:

Father - Duke Briston:

Aurelia/n's relationship with their father, Duke Briston, is strained due to the turbulent history of their family. While there is a sense of duty and respect towards him as their father and as the head of the house, there is also resentment and disappointment. Aurelia/n struggles with conflicting feelings of loyalty and betrayal, especially regarding their father's unfaithfulness to their mother. Despite this, there is an underlying desire for approval and acknowledgment from Duke Briston, fuelling Aurelia/n's drive to excel as the heir.

Mother - Duchess Elvina:

Aurelia/n shares a close bond with their mother, Duchess Elvina, who has been a source of support and guidance throughout their life. Despite the challenges in their parents' relationship, Aurelia/n finds solace and understanding in their mother's presence. Elvina serves as a confidant and ally, offering wisdom and comfort in times of turmoil.

Younger Sister - Izevel:

Aurelia/n's relationship with their younger sister, Izevel, is characterized by a mix of protectiveness and rivalry. While they care deeply for Izevel's well-being and want to shield her from the harsh realities of their family's dynamics, there is also a sense of competition and jealousy. Aurelia/n struggles with feelings of inadequacy and resentment towards Izevel, who is often favoured by their father despite being younger.

Deceased Younger Brother - Bisha:

Aurelia/n's relationship with their deceased younger brother, Bisha, is marked by grief and sorrow. Bisha's untimely death has left a profound void in the family, casting a shadow over their relationships. Aurelia/n carries a sense of guilt for not being able to protect Bisha and harbours unresolved emotions surrounding their loss.

Some details about her/him:

Their dangerous side is honed through rigorous training. Aurelia/n is a formidable combatant, skilled in the art of whip combat, a talent that is known and respected in both noble circles and less savoury territories.

Has a habit of regularly looking up at the sky when deep in thought. It's a meditative gesture that helps them centre themselves, especially before making important decisions.

Has an irrational fear of enclosed spaces, stemming from a childhood incident.

Despite their reserved nature, has a mischievous streak and enjoys playing harmless pranks on their friends.

They have a tendency to overthink situations, often analysing every possible outcome before making a decision.

Their childhood was marked by summers spent exploring the vast estates of their family's holdings.

Carries a heavy burden of guilt over the death of their younger brother, Bisha, feeling responsible for not being able to protect him.

They have an estranged cousin who resents them for being the heir and is almost always trying to undermine their position.

Harbours deep-seated resentment towards their father, Duke Briston, for his infidelity and the turmoil it caused within the family.

Feels a strong sense of duty to uphold the family legacy and honour their ancestors, despite the challenges they face within the family.

#if game #if wip #interactive fiction #ro's #aurelia/n #tbotd #the blood of the dragon

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