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When you haven’t seen your buddy in ages and already planing mischief. @kyrie-silverwings
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kyrie-silverwings · 2 years
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please excuse me while Kyrien is undergoing a brief stint as a Viera
[somewhere, at Kyrie’s house]
Kyrie: “It’s very kind of you and all, to help my brother after what you did.”
Erebus: “Hmmm, yes, but I distinctly remember you threatening me with physical harm if I didn’t help create a new form for him.”
Kyrie: “Don’t worry about that so much. Now, erm, I see you made some alterations to his appearance...”
Erebus: “Aye, a shorter stature makes his job as a hunter easier.”
Kyrie: “...Are the ears supposed to help as well?”
Erebus: *eyebrows raise* “Well, I admit I was thinking how he lived similarly to the male Viera of this world, and perhaps that influenced the shape he ended up with...”
Kyrie: *stares*
Erebus: *flustered* “I’m sure he’ll be alright with it! He’s an adaptable lad, he’ll fit right in with the others!”
Kyrie: *folds arms*
Erebus: *eureka moment* “Oh, I understand! You would like to match his appearance, yes? That would make it more believable!”
Kyrie” *walks out* “...I’m outta here. Try anything silly and I really might break your fingers, Erebus.”
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elegie-de-sang · 5 years
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𝖁𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊 - 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌
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Bold what applies to your muse, italicize situational ones. Feel free to add your own suggestions and carry it on.
► ACCENT “country” │ “backwoods” │ “sailor” │ “noble” │ foreign speaker | “The Queen’s English”
► ELOQUENCE educated │ uneducated │ doesn’t use conjunctions │ shortens words │ just makes up their own words! │ old English
► TONE loud │ soft │ room volume │ high pitched │ low pitched │seductive │velvety │ speech impediment │ abrasive │ gruff │ shrill │ booming │ matter-of-fact │ toneless │ husky │ gravelly │ breathy │ nasal │ barking │ chatty │ condescending │ musical │suave │ world-weary │ brash │ authoritative
► HABITS refers to self in third person plurals │ incorporates different languages/terms/sayings │ uses gender-specific terms │adapts to audience │ changes pitch around animals or children│ shifts tone when lying │ gives others nicknames │ uses terms of respect towards others
► VOICE REFERENCE
Mads Mikkelsen - Hannibal
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kyrie-silverwings · 4 years
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some dollmakers from this morning, feat @under-the-blood-moonlight’s Wrath
might fool around and make more later with my other ocs eue
Dollmaker link
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kyrie-silverwings · 4 years
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Dollmaker: Erebus and Kyrien
Link here
Tagged by @hangedemperor
Thank you! I’m addicted to these things...
Freely tagging followers!
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kyrie-silverwings · 4 years
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Dollmaker: Erebus & Kyrien
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Tagged by @umbralich!
Freely tagging you delightful beans ❤️
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Kyrien Silverwings is a lost puppy and Emet-Selch the... owner?
[ @kyrie-silverwings​ can’t wait to meet your boi ic :3c]
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The result of our rp tonight [oh and it’s no mistake *points at the last word* :> because everyone is mad. every. one.]
@kyrie-silverwings @thorcatte @asciankitsune
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kyrie-silverwings · 4 years
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Reisen Temple
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kyrie-silverwings · 5 years
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“Oh, it was a lovely evening together. Shame I have to kill you all now...”
BAD END
  > Continue?
  > Give Up...
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I hear you now
>previously: I can not hear you<
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Ever had a dream were you have the feeling it's trying to tell you something? I had several over the years, but none were so confusing as the once I have here, on the first. It is one repeating dream, it didn't change till very recently. G'raha and Adbert called me by my name, but I couldn't hear what the last one was saying, nor did I know who it was. It frustrated me beyond belief. But now that the dream has changed, I know who this person is, I recognize his voice. It's the ascian, Emet-Selch, better known to me as Solus zos Galvus. And what he says is 'Nyx' he addresses me by this name and I take his hand. He leads me to a great city.
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I am amazed by its structure and greatness, but for some reason it gives me an odd feeling. A pain that strucks my heart, covers it completely in grief. Tears over come me, but I don't understand why. When I look at Emet-Selch, he turns to me with this sad smile on his lips and says 'it will be alright.'  Several other people are with us, they all wear long hooded caps and masks, they remind me of the ascians I already met. But their masks are white, except a few of them, they could be the same masks from the- but could that be? That these are all ascians?
Two of them come closer to Emet-Selch and me, both pat us on the shoulder and the one next to me removes his hood and mask. I can not breath. The man looks like Kyrien with black hair and violent eyes. I hold on to the sleeve of the man that brought me here. Something feels off and suddenly I feel broken like a porcelain doll that cracks more and more. I don't know what to do.
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I want to wake up. I want to wake up. I want to hold you.
______ mentioning Kyrien @kyrie-silverwings​
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"Shall thee be mine own Knight? What will thy Master sayeth?”
@kyrie-silverwings
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For the art meme, B-4 for Nini and Kyrien? Or B-3 for Erebus and Nyx... I have too many ideas so either one is cool!
>>Art meme thing <<
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kyrie-silverwings · 5 years
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What Monster Protects You?
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Kyrie Silverwings: The Kelpie
A magnificent soot-black stallion stands at the water's edge. His coat is glossy and sleek, his eyes burning with unseen intelligence. He nickers softly, not in fear... in an invitation. This is the curious lure of a Kelpie. A malevolent water spirit hailing from Scottish origins. Their thick coat has supernatural qualities to it. A certain stickiness that like a spider's web, entangles the prey so the kelpie can drag its victims into the water, drowning them. The sole survivors of kelpie attacks have been those who cut off their hands or fingers in an attempt to escape from its sticky fur. The kelpie scatters its victim's entrails around the edges of its body of water, a sort of trophy for its accomplishments. Almost as if it is proud. Proud to be the cause for so much misery. You are an enchanting individual. Whether or not you choose to speak, what you do say has those listening leaning in. You are free-spirited, wandering. Or maybe you are just running from something. Commitment, responsibility, stress. Often times it is hard to tell the difference. Nevertheless, you are someone who cannot be chained down. You are constantly seeking other options, exploring other ways. It is your free spirit which connects the kelpie to you. Maybe it envies your freedom, it is forever chained to the river whereas you are free to journey where you please. It longs to be by your side, to guide you through life's turmoils. Just be warned. There are a few things the Kelpie cannot protect you from. 
Curiosity can get the best of you, just as it has so many before you...
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Kyrien Silverwings: The Caladrius
The shadows are the safest place... They are the place no one will think to look for you. With an unassuming external facade of a simple white bird, the caladrius does not seem like something to pay particular attention to. However, this creature hailing from Roman mythos is capable of a miracle like no other: healing the sick. ​​The caladrius nestles down on the chests of the diseased and ailing, its fantastical feathers absorb the ailment from the sick. With a mighty caw, it rides skyward, flinging itself and the sickness into the sun's blazing fury. It sacrifices itself for the betterment of others. This is the true beauty of the caladrius. You don't seem like much... You're average. You have always been easily overlooked. The minority. Never had a problem blending into the crowd for a large part of you life. Maybe you have never been the type to readily accept a compliment. Whatever your reason, for a while you were content like this. You are fiercely loyal to your friends, maybe you would even die for them. Beneath your meek demeanour is a burning spirit. One that will not stand to watch other's suffering. The caladrius notices your flame and strives to preserve it. It understands that sometimes, you need to care for yourself before you care for others. Under its protection, you may sense who you can trust and who you should avoid. Just be wary of whom you choose to use your gifts for...
Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.
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kyrie-silverwings · 4 years
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a backstory piece I meant to write a long ass time ago @w@ 
spoilers for Shadowbringers, and shout out to @under-the-blood-moonlight as Niqesse <3
Meanwhile, beneath the boughs of Rak’tika...
“--and that’s about where our conversation ended.” Kyrien’s explanation concluded, he held his hands together, rubbing idly in anticipation of Emet-Selch’s words. It had been a few days past since the Warrior of Light, his newfound friend Niqesse, journeyed back to the First and while she was occupied with matters there, Kyrien traveled to the Source. He sighed anxiously as the Ascian eyed him with a bored expression.
“And that’s it, then? No outstanding plans other than to weakly secure her trust with a few kind words here and there, mayhap the occasional tea party?”
It was clear his Master’s patience was perilously thin. Kyrien knew his position was difficult, to put it mildly. He stood between the two strongest people that he had ever crossed - compared to them, Kyrien felt diminuitive and pointless. And now, his goals were at odds. He could not befriend and care for Niqesse and continue to serve Emet, it simply wasn’t possible. His master sought the Rejoining and the Warrior of Light would see it undone. The whole situation was surreal to him, a traveler from a world lost to the darkness. He owed the Ascian his life for saving him from the Abyss; in careless and idealistic words, Kyrien pledged his service. Now, it would be tested.
“T-that’s not all,” Kyrien stammered and cleared his throat. “She is willing to allow me to travel beside her and also...” He hesitated, his words picked apart by that steady golden gaze. 
“And also..?” Emet waved his hand in a motion for Kyrien to continue.
“There’s something unexpected about her. She has been troubled of late by her dreams and has been struggling to remember... something. She... hasn’t been herself.”
Emet scoffed. “That’s all? Planning on counseling your little friend? Who, might I remind you, is ruining my plans by the hour?”
Kyrien rubbed at his brow, a slight pang behind his eyes. The headaches were more frequent, but he continued. “Yes. I mean, no. This all began to happen after... how did you put it? I lost myself and I think I even fought her. I must have said something and since then, we’ve been more distant and her... She’s not been the same.”
As Kyrien looked aside, unsure of his words, Emet’s expression lightened - ever so slightly. “Well now, that is interesting. Shame you don’t quite realize what that all means, but it does confirm something I had suspicions about.” 
Surprised, Kyrien perked up with widened eyes. “So... what should I do?”
The Ascian shrugged. “Do whatever you do best, boy. Keep her distracted. Knit her a tea cozy. I don’t particularly care, so long as it slows her down. Oh, and do not neglect your training. I can see it’s helping your control a great deal. Moreover, I’d hate to see my time go to waste on you.” Emet crossed his arms over his chest and Kyrien felt like a chided student in front of his teacher.
“Y-yes, Master... Whatever you ask, I’ll--” Kyrien stopped, interrupted by Emet-Selch already walking into a portal of his own making.
“Yes, yes. Don’t forget your covenant, boy.” An idle hand wave and he departed, crossing effortlessly through forest, plain, and even the depths of the sea. There, at the depths where he could continue his work in peace, his thoughts wandering over those who once stood at his side. How close he was to beholding glimpses of them, and yet so far. 
“It’s to be those two again, is it? They always were close friends, so I suppose it’s only natural they would draw each other out.” The shadows in the depths played on his imagination, becoming indistinct shapes before him. Two figures, one standing confident and the other curled shyly, stood on either side of the Ascian. He sighed, a long-standing habit. “Erebus, still testing my patience. And... Nyx, ever dreaming, even now.” His eyes closed and the shadows slipped away from sight. 
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kyrie-silverwings · 5 years
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“A Knight, Pure as the Sunrise!”
I remember a few stories from Ewan, my father. He was a knight in service to his homeland, until we both traveled far across the lands. What we searched for, I can’t really remember anymore. He told me stories of knights of legend, of the Royal Knights, and those loyal to the old gods; the gods when the Fire still burned strong in the hearts of the people.
I used to believe in those old-fashioned traditions and I wanted to be like the knights. Perhaps that’s why I yearn to serve Master Emet. It fulfills that old wish of mine, and my father’s... 
Even this land, scorched and withered by the Light, had its knights. It is a shared spirit between us all and, secretly, I hope it never dies.
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