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🪶🌸Jickari ravenblood🌸🪶
Wanna know more about this himbo + a mini fic? Check bellow!
So me and @xiyoris have started playing through the msq of gw2! I made a new sylvari as my main! He has a raven/cherry blossom theme! He’s a pirate revenant who’s here for a good time. Since his ‘patron’ is the norn spirit raven, he has bird features, including angel like face wings. Instead of a blindfold, his mini wings fold over his eyes to shut out the world.
Here’s a quick intro and a fic about our kids! Enjoy <3
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From the high seas of Tyria, Jickari was not born of the dream, He instead hails from a different tree than the pale mother. He knows not of his origin, only of the ocean and stealing for wealth. Not the best man, but a good friend nonetheless.
He fights with dual rapiers, as a revenant aided by the spirit of the raven. The sly trickster of the norn, his crewmates haven’t the slightest idea of how he gained her favor.
“I was in the mists y’know.” Jickari spoke with a smile, his voice loud. “The raven, she guided me out and aids my hand in combat.”
At least, that's what he says. To their knowledge, the guardians of the wild were very much alive. And yet, still this anomaly exists. They deemed him ‘ravenblood’ as a result. No one cared of the truth of where he came from, only that he fought well and could handle a ludicrous amount of ale.
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🪶🌸you came back🌸🪶
Jickari had been staring at the blank wall for the better part of an hour. The paint was cracked and dry, the blackened red color stained in scratches and piss. It smelt terrible.
He sat still. Staring without a word. His face was covered in bruised oak and frayed feathers, blue blood clinging to open cuts and wounds. He sat unbothered, despite his condition, the small wings along the side of his face covering his eyes. He stares.
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The click of hurried heels atop cement echoed through divinity’s reach. She walked with such speed, one could consider it running. The woman gained onlookers. The people knew royalty when they saw it. Her clothes said she had money, She was covered in decorated cloth sewn together into an elegant dark dress. Her long, black hair flowed behind her as she sped through the streets. you could tell she took care of herself just from a glance. Her red eyes were narrowed into a scowl, her lips turned downwards into a frown.
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The door swung open, veil hurling herself through it. She had pushed the old decrepit door with such force, it appeared to barely stay attached to its hinges.
“Shit.” The woman cursed under her breath. If it was attention she wanted, she certainly had it now.
“By Balthazar, woman, you could’ve knocked.” The jailer sitting at the table grunted, snuffing out a foul smelling cigarette. He sighed, standing up to lock eyes with the woman in dark clothing.
“What is it then?”
“The Sylvari, I’m here for that oaf.”
“Sylvari? Oh, that seafaring twig is it? You wouldn’t believe the trouble he brought me. You have the pay?” The man grinded a crooked smile, chuckling to himself.
Viel was not amused.
“Pay? I am not dropping an ounce of gold for that pain in my ass.”
“No gold, no sylvari- Hey!”
Viel, despite being shorter than the jailer, grabbed the man by his collar and dragged him to her height.
“I will not fall for your tricks.” She glared at the man, her eyebrows somehow managing to knit even closer together than before.
“I am of royal blood. You know what that means?”
“You get to whine and cry like a spoiled brat?” The jailer spat.
Viel said nothing, simply continued to stare, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Ma’am?” The man choked out, the collar of his shirt tightening around his neck. She said nothing again. Her stare withering.
There was a pause, tension filling the room. “..Okay, fine I get it. Worth a shot right?”
The woman released him, arms now crossed against her chest as the man straightened his posture, rubbing a hand against his neck. “Crazy bitch.” He mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Nothing! Absolutely nothing, just-” He paused to fumble the keys on his belt. “Right this way, I’ll get you your plant. damn”
Veil let out an annoyed scoff, rolling her eyes as she followed the jailer to the holding area. Jickari sat unbothered, eyes still covered.
The jailer forced the key into the lock clumsily, opening the cell door and gesturing for veil to enter.
“There you are. Make it quick.”
“Excuse me then, that will be all”
“I’m not allowed to leave any cell unguarded, It’s my job to-”
Viel’s red eyes were piercing. “Leave….Now.”
The man nodded, lifting his hands into the air defensively. “Right, right..”
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The woman let out a sigh, moving to sit beside Jickari on his stone bench. She grunted when her bottom met with the hard cold stone.
“How long have you been sitting in this shithole?It is cramped and reeks of piss.”
Jickari smiled, not a word leaving his lips.
“Jickari… This is the second time this week. It was FIVE men this time. With swords! They were guards!”
“Drunk guards.” Jickari corrected. “And there were seven.”
“And so were you, Jickari. You stink of liquor”
“Impressive right?”
“NOT the point.”
He hesitates, the wings on his face revealing his eyes slowly. Jackari forces himself upright, looking down at Veil. Smile still on his face.
“What is the point then?” He laughed, his tone wavering. She could tell he was nervous.
“That you keep your head on your shoulders. I can’t lose you. Not you too.”
His smile fades, his posture sinking. “You keep coming back..”
“Yes. Of course I do.”
There’s a long moment of silence between them, not one of the two daring to meet each other's eyes.
“They were talking shit you know.”
Veil sighed. “About?”
“A noble woman with dark hair and a dress to match…”
She whipped around, looking up at jickari. His wings hiding his eyes once more. “You went to jail over something so small? Jackari that is absolutely fucking-.”
“You came back. I thought this time..You wouldn’t.”
She paused. Trying to catch his gaze.
“Look at me.”
He didn’t budge, turning his head even further away from her own. She rolls her eyes, grabbing his collar as she did to the jailer, and dragging him down to her height.
His wings unfurled, his cherry pink eyes met with her crimson.
“I’m not going anywhere without you. You fucking hear me?” Her gaze was unwavering.
A look of worry mixed with relief graced his features. He didn’t speak.
“Jickari. What's with that look?”
“I’m just. Well.” He stammered, his wings folding back over his eyes. Veil released him from her grasp. Instantly, he rose to his normal height, leaning into the wall.
“I, well..I guess you could say..left my crew for greener pastures and you know, who would trust a pirate right?”
He chuckled, turning his head. “Who would trust a seafaring bastard like me? Who would-”
Veil hushed him, a hand at his cheek turning his head to face hers once more.
“I would.”
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