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wanderer-sylvan · 7 months

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intro post yayy

um. hi. i'm sylvan. 23, he/him. i live in nimbasa city and i work at a flower shop. i spent eight years of my life traveling around different regions and trying to find, like, y'know... my purpose or whatever. and then i realized that maybe my purpose in life is to be a normal guy living an average life and loving my partner and pokémon a whole lot.

... that's a little cheesy, isn't it?

[sylvan's pokémon: Sage (Deerling, ♂️) | Bailey (Espeon, ♂️) | Dot (Cherrim, ♀️) | Lucky (Delcatty, ♀️)]

Hello! My name is N. I'm 24 years old, and I use any pronouns except for it/its. I'm Sylvan's partner, and we live together. We've been friends for four years, and have been dating for two. I don't use this app as frequently as Sylvan does, so you'll be hearing from him most of the time. I currently work at a Pokémon shelter, and I also do a variety of volunteer work when I can. I'm always looking for new formulas to bridge the gap between people and Pokémon and form my ideal world!

Lore Masterpost

Pelipper Mail/Unmail/Malice ON

Musharna Mail/Malice ON

Magic Anons OFF

Sapient Pokémon, Legendaries, villains/evil teams, and crossovers may interact!

more ooc stuff:

not interested in high stakes roleplay and i don't like doing a lot of angst. maybe a little angst sometimes though. as a treat.

howdy. i'm kade. 18, he/him. this isn't a side blog, so interactions will come directly from here. i also run @rover-on-rotomblr and @anistar-amarena.

When it comes to NSFW... dirty jokes and such are fine but like... be reasonable about it? Just keep in mind that you're talking to a stranger and it's getting posted in public, you know?

i'll allow occasional mild in-character hate as long as it's made obvious that it's... well, in-character. however i will not respond to any asks, reblogs, or comments that deadname sylvan or misgender any character on this blog.

since i'm younger than my muses and haven't had a lot of the experiences they've had, depictions of Being In Your 20s may be inaccurate.

this blog takes place in a universe based almost entirely on the mainline games, and takes place 4 years after Pokémon Black. (And thus 2 years after Pokémon Black 2.) Pokémon X also happened somewhat recently but that's not really relevant here.

here's. pictures (sylvan, sylvan but with no backpack, and N. though my design for N might change later i'm still kinda working on him)

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotomblr #irl pokemon #irl pkmn

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lightyaoigami · 4 months

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43 and 56 for the ask meme!!! 🎵🥣

43. favourite song ever

this is an utterly deranged question like. hats off to you. i can't possibly choose one so i am going to provide a selection here. i have to put this under a read more. i HAVE TO remove kpop from the equation because otherwise we'll be here all fucking night. so these are my favorite non-kpop songs.

56. favourite foods

another OUT OF POCKET question sdjfjjsd this is also going under a read more.

songs:

foods:

passenger seat - death cab

starlight - muse (i got a reallll funny story a bout this one btw)

back to black - amy winehouse

scenic world - beirut

wicked game - chris issak

i can't decide - scissor sisters

o children - nick cave

heaven - i monster

baby its you - mapei

r u mine - arctic monkeys

the chain - fleetwood mac

hand covers bruise - trent reznor

the wrote & the writ - johnny flynn

blood bank - bon iver

crosses - jose gonzalez

house of wolves - mcr

helena - mcr

dead! - mcr

headfirst slide into cooperstown - fob

fourth of july - fob

bang the doldrums - fob

take me to church - hozier

when the night is over - lord huron

heat lightning - mitski

gibson girl - ethel cain

24 hours - sky ferreira

die young - sylvan esso

saag paneer

dal tadka

kheer (yes i am lactose intoelrant. yes i contain multitudes!!)

pickled fish soup

fish fragrant eggplant

everything bagel with lox and cream cheese extra capers and onions (i'm very annoying about these and they have to be Just Right)

pizza specifically from l&b spumoni gardens and knapp st pizza in brooklyn BEST PIZZA ON EARTH U HEARD!!!!!!!

nam khao

mohinga

AND SUSHI OFC

crystal skin pan fried dumplings filled with chive/leek and shrimp. i can NEVER find the right words for these but it is sooooooo good one of my all time favorite foods EVER

#ask meme

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violettesiren · 7 months

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Thine golden, crimson, brown—in turn Into my soul thy image burn. My lips are mute in ardent praise, No pen thy sylvan beauty trace; Thus dye thy colors varied hues So deep, that lift my song in Muse; Yet silent thou within me lives, For autumn life its richness gives.

Autumn by Elizabeth Voss

#elizabeth voss

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dukeofdogs · 1 year

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Crimson Curse

Chest 1: Eltibald derived his prophecies not only from his observations of celestial bodies, but also from inscriptions found on sepulchers and menhirs of the Wozgor and Dauk peoples – human cultures considered among the Continent's most ancient and mysterious. Ultimately, he came to discover the Crimson Curse after examining sacrificial stone slabs of the Svalblod cult in Skellige. According to the isles' inhabitants, the cruel, deity-like being had already been vanquished once and for all. Alas, they could not have been further from the truth...

Chest 2: Of course, intelligent monsters had known of the Crimson Curse far earlier than humans. Higher vampires, knockers, sylvans... All sensed the red moon's approach—and all awaited it with eager anticipation. For they knew such an opportunity to settle their grudges against humankind may never again present itself.

Chest 3: Historians have long been fascinated by a particular conundrum: how is it that humans rule over the Continent, from the Dragon Mountains to the Great Sea, while monsters – whether werebbubb or godling, fiend or leshen – possess the greater strength? That humans to this day force these powerful beasts deeper into dense woodlands and mountain caves? Some scholars argue that the success of mankind lies in its capacity to build complex social structures, whereas monsters are blindly driven by their appetite for blood. Ever with the sharp intellect and loose tongue, Regis once mused over the question with his close friend, Dettlaff van der Eretein. Regis could not have known, however, how his words that fateful day would forever shift the course of history...

Scroll 1: Since the dawn of time, people have peered with curious eyes into the night sky. Among the stars, they've sought signs from the gods, even prophecies of the future. For some, it has worked—though often at the price of losing their minds.

Scroll 2: One such clairvoyant was a mage by the name of Eltibald, who foretold the impending arrival of the Black Sun. His next work was meant to herald an even graver misfortune... Alas, he passed away before the manuscript could be completed.

Scroll 3: Eltibald's unfinished manuscript bore the title "The Crimson Curse; or, Evil's Awakening." In this tome, he prophesied that once the moon turns a crimson hue, monsters – those previously hidden to humankind – would emerge to feast on flesh and blood.

Scroll 4: Eltibald's apprentices considered his latest treatise to be the ravings of a madman, and thus, in the interest of preserving the renowned mage's legacy, kept them hidden from public view. Only years later, as the Continent drowned in blood, did they understand the gravity of their mistake...

#gwent: assets #gwent: lore #gwent #crimson curse #cc #Eltibald

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jakobdodson · 1 year

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2022 in Music

Here is a note about the music I listened to in 2022. I hope you enjoy it!

Favorite Albums of 2022

Blue Rev - Alvvays

Banger after banger after banger on here!

Favorite Songs:

After The Earthquake

Tile By Tile

Belinda Says

Bored In Bristol

A Light For Attracting Attention - The Smile

This is essentially a Radiohead album with a jazzy twist. Accordingly, it belongs here, among my favorites of the year.

Favorite Songs:

Speech Bubbles

Open The Floodgates

Free In The Knowledge

Skirting On The Surface

Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You - Big Thief

My most anticipated release of the year that easily surpassed my highest expectations. It explodes into several beautifully creative directions and where it could overwhelm with its ambition it tends to endear and make you smile.

Favorite Songs:

Change

Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe in You

Flower of Blood

Red Moon

Promise Is a Pendulum

12,000 Lines

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Runners Up

Dawn FM - The Weeknd

Once Twice Melody - Beach House

LABYRINTHITIS - Destroyer

Ice, Planets, Lungs, Mushrooms, and Lava - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard

Dripfield - Goose

Music for Animals - Nils Frahm

Liked It

Misadventures of Doomscroller - Dawes

I’m Not Sorry, I’m Just Being Me - King Hannah

Good and Green Again - Jake Xerxes Fussell

Hell on Church Street - Punch Brothers

Time Skiffs - Animal Collective

Ants from Up There - Black Country, New Road

Humble Quest - Maren Morris

The Joy of Music - Ben Rector

The Jacket - Widowspeak

Underground Complex No. 1 - Typhoon

Fear of the Dawn - Jack White

Omnium Gatherum - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard

Giving The World Away - Hatchie

Break Me Open - S. Carey

Romeo & Juliet - Ryan Adams

One is One - Delta Spirit

Two Ribbons - Let’s Eat Grandma

Big Time - Angel Olsen

Preacher’s Daughter - Ethel Cain

Cruel Country - Wilco

The Loneliest Time - Carly Rae Jepsen

Surrender - Maggie Rogers

Teeth Marks - S.G. Goodman

Take It Like A Man - Amanda Shires

Sons Of - Sam Prekop & John McEntire

Chloe and the Next 20th Century - Father John Misty

Reggae Film Star - Damian Jurado

Freakout/Release - Hot Chip

Will Of The People - Muse

WE - Arcade Fire

Birds In The Ceiling - John Moreland

Profound Mysteries II - Röyksopp

sandhills music - Ben Seretan

The Blue EP - MORE&MORE

I’m Sweating All the Time - Wormy

Heartmind - Cass McCombs

The Liar - John Fullbright

Midnights - Taylor Swift

Changes - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard

Rolling Golden Holy - Bonny Light Horseman

Into the Blue - Broken Bells

I Walked With You a Ways - Plains

Laminated Denim - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard

ILYSM - Wild Pink

Being Funny in a Foreign Language - The 1975

And In The Darkness, Hearts Aglow - Weyes Blood

Schvitz - Vulfpeck

MUNA - MUNA

Cowboy Ballads, Pt. 1 - Jesse Tabish

Drew Winn - Drew Winn

Can I Take My Hounds to Heaven? - Tyler Childers

Blue Skies - Dehd

Harry’s House - Harry Styles

Ali - Vieux Farka & Khruangbin

Meh

Quitters - Christian Lee Huston

Chris - Ryan Adams

Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers - Kendrick Lamar

Plonk - Huerco S.

Palomino - First Aid Kit

Alpha Zulu - Phoenix

God Save the Animals - Alex G

No Rules Sandy - Sylvan Esso

Not from 2022

Ram - Paul McCartney, Linda McCartney

Plum - Widowspeak

Tago Mago - CAN

Ege Bamyasi - CAN

Night Moves - Bob Seger

Dots & Loops - Stereolab

Haven’t Listened Yet...

ForeverEverAndEverNoMore - Brian Eno

Empire Central - Snarky Puppy

Björk - Fossora

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Cool It Down

FM - Ryan Adams

Entering Heaven Alive - Jack White

V I N C E N T - FKJ

Inside Problems - Andrew Bird

Kumoyo Island - Kikagaku Moyo

Dropout Boogie - The Black Keys

Headful of Sugar - Sunflower Bean

Everything Was Beautiful - Spritualized

Electricity- Ibibio Sound Machine

(watch my moves) - Kurt Vile

You Belong There - Daniel Rossen

El Mirador - Calexico

Unlimited Love - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Things Are Great - Band of Horses

caroline - caroline

Pompeii - Cate Le Bon

The Dream - alt-j

Anaïs Mitchell - Anaïs Mitchell

Laurel Hell - Mitski

Silver Sash - Wovenhand

Concerts Attended in 2022:

The War on Drugs - Cains Ballroom - Tulsa, OK - 6/4/22

John Fullbright - Fassler Hall - Tulsa, OK - 10/2/22

Spoon - Austin City Limits - Austin, TX - 10/9/22

Goose - Austin City Limits - Austin, TX - 10/9/22

Kacey Musgraves - Austin City Limits - Austin, TX - 10/9/22

Luke Combs - Paycom Center - Oklahoma City, OK - 12/9/22

The Book of Mormon - Eugene O’Neill Theatre - New York, NY - 12/21/22

Links to past lists:

10 Albums that changed my life

2012

2013

2014

2015

2016

2017

2018

2019

2020

2021

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Happy Listening!

Jake

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meisterkirisaki · 1 year

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“...The irony of porn bots following me, of all people...”

#open starter #dash commentary #activity commentary #the irony is because i headcanon sylvan as ace and he's disinterested in sex completely lol #muse speaks

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aetheryis · 2 years

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#( * muse; g'raha tia. )#( * g'raha tia; ic. )#( * muse; emet-selch. )#( * emet-selch; ic. )#( * muse; an lad. )#( * an lad; ic. )#( * muse; cid garlond. )#( * cid garlond; ic. )#( * muse; venat. )#( * venat; ic. )#( * muse; una'a tayuun. )#( * una'a tayuun; ic. )#( * muse; arborvitae huin. )#( * arborvitae huin; ic. )#( * muse; altima. )#( * altima; ic. )#( * muse; elias sylvan. )#( * elias sylvan; ic. )#im. doing simpler tags this time SDFGKDF

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archesa · 9 months

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Unusual muse association!

(tagged by the lovely @ladamebrunette 😁)

Anwen Evergreen

SEASONING: cinnamon and vanilla

WEATHER: the sun filtering through clouds after a storm

COLOUR: gold and sapphire blue

SKY: clear late fall or early spring skies

MAGICAL POWER: fire and light

PLANT: rose and mint

WEAPON: greatsword

SUBJECT: botany

SOCIAL MEDIA: tumblr

MAKEUP PRODUCT: mascara

CANDY: butterscotch

FEAR: losing the people she loves, hurting them

ICE CUBE SHAPE: crushed ice

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: sylvan stag

ART STYLE: art nouveau

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: dragon

PIECE OF STATIONARY: half finished letters and golden sealing wax

THREE EMOJIS: 🥰🌱📚

CELESTIAL BODY: sun

Galaëd of the cycle of dusk

SEASONING: salt and thyme

WEATHER: warm summer afternoons

COLOUR: ember orange and bloodstone violet

SKY: the sun setting as the stars come alive above

MAGICAL POWER: illusion and teleportation

PLANT: white birch 🍂

WEAPON: greatsword, rapier & axe

SUBJECT: strategy

SOCIAL MEDIA: instagram

MAKEUP PRODUCT: eyeliner

CANDY: pomme d'amour 🍎

FEAR: dihonouring his allies, losing the respect of his friends and family

ICE CUBE SHAPE: round

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: roller beetle 🐞

ART STYLE: pointillisme

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: gryffin

PIECE OF STATIONARY: very orderly, maps and drafts for official correspondence

THREE EMOJIS: 🍂🎆🌠

CELESTIAL BODY: stars

I tag in turn @lilypixy @kerra-and-company @dumb-dumb-mander and @your-toxic-cat-universe 😁

#archesa answers #anwen evergreen #galaëd of the cycle of dusk

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afierycusidhe · 1 year

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Oh Deer, That Seems Like Trouble

"Now that is a big deer," Tora was dumbfounded by the size of the thing. It wasn't the hugest creature they'd seen on The Merchant's quest, but still, it was a deer! They weren't supposed to get that large. She was only eyeballing, but she doubted the top of her head would come to its shoulder. Maybe Manus would, but it'd be a close thing. "I'm not so worried about the size as I am about what's going on with its antlers. Runes on animals aren't usually a good thing, and them glowing like that seems even worse," It was Manus who spoke, the big man himself. "Still, I'd wager a rune-powered deer is better than something like a rune-powered dragon," He mused with a glance at Tora. "Brawling with it should feel better than punching scales." Tora didn't exactly feel like getting close to the giant deer. Doing so would require that she avoid getting gored in the attempt, and without armor, she didn't like her odds. And why was he suggesting that she go up and deal with it? He was the one wearing armor! "Ya know, I think I'll sit this one out. Besides, aren't you supposed to go hunting with a weapon? Manus, you're better equipped to handle it no matter how you slice it,"

She had a point. Manus looked at the deer and then glanced down at his armor. Usually, it would've kept him safe, but he was still wary of those antlers. If those things were magical, as he assumed, there was no guarantee they wouldn't punch through his armor like so much parchment.

"Do we have to fight it? We could wake Torin up and have him speak to it." It was Leetha who spoke. She'd been watching the deer while Manus and Tora talked, and it hadn't moved against them. Oddly enough, it had been turning its head from one speaker to the next like it was following along with the conversation. Torin was still leaning up against a pine tree, fast asleep. He had taken the night watch, so they'd let him sleep while they packed up. They hadn't noticed their woodland onlooker until they'd finished.

"Yeah, I like that idea much better," Tora hurriedly backed up and went over to shake Torin awake. "Wake up, sleepy. We've got a big furry friend for you to meet."

Torin woke up a bit sluggishly. He'd been sleeping for about six hours. Not a healthy amount of sleep, but enough to function off of for a day. He grumbled and rubbed his eyes before opening them. He slowly registered it was Tora who'd woke him up.

"Time move?" He asked sleepily.

"Kinda," Tora answered, making the matching hand gesture. She was proud of herself for getting used to Torin's broken Common. Torin got to his feet, muttering something in Elvish while patting off what dirt he could. Tora gestured toward the deer and shrugged. "We could use your critter skills."

Torin's bravery regarding forest creatures proved to be invaluable. He stepped past Manus with a touch to his shoulder and approached the deer with his arms out and palms turned upward. It was watching him but still hadn't moved aside from that. He got within spitting distance before speaking to it in Sylvan, letting it know they meant no harm. The deer's ears twitched in acknowledgment and turned so its side was toward them. It dug at the soft earth with its hoof. Tora could barely make out the confused expression on Torin's face.

"What'd it say, buddy?" It came out with a bit more concern than she'd intended.

Torin turned his head to look at them and shrugged. "Follow."

#creative #writing #creative writing #just felt like sharing #it was homework #fiction

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pine-guards-chosen-one · 1 year

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Caged — For whoever you’d prefer! Though feel free to DM me if you want me to choose (be that your muses or my own 😂)

Send “caged” for a starter where my muse is trapped in a cage. || Accepting!

Feathery feelers twitch, red eyes shining as he spies someone coming closer to the cage. The Sylvan moves away, backing against the far side of the cage. He doesn't know if it's one of the people who put him here, or someone else. His head is still fuzzy from being attacked so his powers don't afford him any insight, just a burning pain behind his eyes.

"Who's there?" he whispers, wide red eyes still staring vigilantly out at his surroundings.

#i do that || ic #the mothman || indrid cold #verse || ???#asked and answered || asks #I'll let you choose who finds him

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tomepact · 1 year

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🐣 adonia @ a muse of your choice!

the garden is flourishing bright and bold this time of year. the press of summer on either side is unrelenting, bringing the flowers into their biggest bloom yet. adonia is alone -- or at least he think he is, until there is a giggle and the splashing of someone in the fountains.

the stamping of little feet is what greets him when he investigates, and the water splashes up when the head of a faerie dragon picks up and shakes the water from the golden horns on its head.

vyzzarioth laughs, flicking his tail back and forth before he clambers up onto the edge of the fountain and flattens out to warm up.

" hello, my liege. " the voice echoes up telepathically, rhythmic sylvan coming musically from him. " have you come to play? the queen has been too busy to do so! "

child's play.

#i rolled and u got the faerie dragon which actually works really well LOL #crimsontroupe #ch. sparkling lights on the dancing grounds / vyzarrioth.

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offwilds · 1 year

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something wild and untamed / cruel and proud / beautiful & sometimes evil

SORCERESS. ENCHANTRESS. Mage.

[ eva green, cis woman, she/her, 32/200 ] we’ve followed [ Nereinne of Gors Velen ] for awhile now, the [ MAGE ] has been in Skellige for [ on and off throughout her life but has only recently returned ]. They found a true kinship within [ The Lodge of Sorceresses ]. They’re known to be [ DECEITFUL ] and [ POWERFUL ]. They often remind us of [ the dark night when the moon is blood and the night sky cold & silver, ink-black velvet skirts that billow like sails on a burning sea / radiance and heat & the smell of crushed lavender ]. Our thread has already been woven on what their future is looking like, but we’re eager to see the [ SORCERESS ] experience it.

inspired by: Yennefer of Vengerberg, Morrigan & Morgaine le fay

name: nereinne ( of gors velen / of the deadwight wilds )

age: 32/200

race: she is of an unnatural origin of olden sylph (nymph) and part aen saevherne elf blood / mage. Her Mother, a powerful sorceress herself, never gave birth to her: she, powerful witch of the Deadwight Wilds, forever dabbling in necromancy and ancient forbidden dark magics, bound old sylvan spirits to the womb of a half human, half elf handmaid, and borne of it, a daughter of Chaos, terribly powerful and full of ancient magics: the death of her natural mother further nourished Morgante's power, who meant to sacrifice her daughter as she had done before with other mages and magical creatures, to harness their Chaos and bind it to hers, meaning to make of herself, a Goddess, almost. The most powerful woman in the world.

gender: cis woman

occupation: Sorceress

stories • musings • aesthetic • the lady

ORIGINS

daughter of Chaos, pitiless and powerful - Nereinne of the Wilds, was born in the sacred groves of Deadwight one moonless night with neither sun nor star to light her path - her cries, a bloodless wound, an offering to Morrigan, to olds gods of strange lands - to maiden, mother, crone. An offering to the Queen of the Veil.

Nereinne is the daughter of Morgante of Gors Velen, the legendary Witch of the Deadwight Wilds who has reputedly dabbled in the darkest of magics and ended the lives of scores of magical creatures to harness their Chaos for her; she has lived for well over four centuries.

Her mother: she who refuses to bow; she who wrecks destruction gladly for all the ages of man. Sylph, they had often called her. Spirit. And that she had been- more Nymph than woman, possessed by spirits from beyond the natural world after centuries upon centuries of prowling the realms beyond and dabbling in forbidden magic.

An apostate mage, who had once been a powerful sorceress of the conclave. Accused of dabbling with forbidden blood magics, goetia & necromancy. Accused of being a member of the conspiracy, which murdered the king whom she served. She had then been, married to a powerful diplomat of the Kingdom of Redania; and yet, the life that swelled her belly, had been unnatural - for every soul alive and dead well knew- a mage could not give life to that which chaos had claimed as its price. And yet... She had ( only it had been something else growing inside of her, a demon - a bes, bound to her blood, her body becoming a vessel for it as long as it gave her that which she desired.)

She was captured and imprisoned, only for her to disappear into the Deadwight wilds one bitter, sunless dawn.

And thus Nereinne was raised by Morgante in isolation from civilization. Mor instilled a distrust of humankind in Nereinne, strictly forbidding her from venturing out into settlements. As such, Nereinne sought solace among nature and the animals of the Deadwight wilds and groves.

Daughter of Chaos, mother had too often called her. Magic-laden blood in her veins, her chaos consumed her at very early an age; she could summon the storms and gather the power of the sky itself between her hands before Morgante could teach her how to better command it; and that she did, and that was all that she had been, then, daughter of Chaos, water and fire- magic.

On the 6th of Birke, Morgante, whom she was captured by witch hunters during raids in Redania, whom she had slain every last one of them, came home dripping in blood.

That night, Nereinne, too, awoke in the Dark Grove where mother did her goddesses homage in sour mead and bones, crown to foot dripping in blood. She had screamed then, had tore her throat raw with it- she had been, for the first time in her life, powerless. Mother, she realized (had she truly been her mother? Had she ever even been born at all?) meant to make her blood an offering to the Goddess - ancient, sacred silvan blood of the spirits she had summoned from beyond and tied to this realm to give her this daughter of hers— this daughter that could purify her; this daughter who would spill her life's blood for the gods, a sacrifice, a gift to the Mother, to the Crone, and make Morgante the most powerful woman in the world.

They say clouds wept stones that night; leaves and fruit were dashed to the ground. Morgante’s rage became winter wind; her tears the first snow.

Something had come for her then, darkening the sky with a terrible storm and a vicious flock of ravens — The Morrigan, — she had later thought, in secret- something cold and terrible and ancient cometh to spill over her as she lay in the grove with her blood flowing into the earth...

when next she awoke, she was half naked on the banks of a river, far, far away from home.

She had been only a girl then- a wild thing, beggared and on the run, more prey than woman, hunted down. From town to town she went, using her magics and whatever knowledge she possessed of herbs and poisons, to scrap together a living; then, prowling the dark forests of Redania at the side of a Witcher chanced upon her— the fabled Witcher of Gradobor whom would become her lover; until she was soon discovered by another - another powerful enchantress, Isadore - and brought to Aretuza where she, a wild thing of pure, primal magic and chaos, remained for a long while, until a summons to her old blood came to her one moonless night before the Belatain... She could no longer stay there, a prisoner, refused her freedom, a puppet to be toyed with, ordered about by a chapter she had no care for. She refused to become what they wanted her to be.

Close to solstice, when the sun barely rises, skims the heads of skeletal trees, and drops, she fled Aretuza, older now, wiser - seeking justice; seeking her truth.

To Skellige she dwelt a long, long time, near the Drummond Clan, favored by the jarls. Arcane advisor, they called her, for a time. Enchantress. Witch. She who gives.

Until the time to flee the northern isles came calling, hands dripping in jarl blood- treason, they called it, later; betrayal. Only she had been the one hunted down by those who stood against her; fearful of a mage's influence over a King.

Apostate, she has been called, blood witch of the wilds; a poisoner she has been, a powerful enchantress; once, arcane advisor to the jarls of Clan Drummond.

Sacred, ancient lass of the forest.

IMPORTANT (Synopsis)

She has lived many lives: she has been prowling the lands for decades, a powerful daughter of primal Chaos hunted down by her own Mother and the bes demon she has bound to her, brought to Aretuza only to flee it after years of suffering their suffocating ways in which they meant to have her wield her chaos — gone to Skellige a powerful enchantress, where she lived as an arcane advisor to jarls of clan Drummond; advisor, who was then accused of betraying her King when the blood of the innocent was spilled only to flee to the Kingdom of Redania once more.

She has worked as a poisoner, has worked as a healer. She has traveled the lands before and after her years at Aretuza at the side of the fabled witcher of Gradobor, the white wolf of Kaer Morhen. @ofgradobor

She has been captured by witch hunters during raids in Ard Skellig, has dwelt in the dark woods of the lands beyond the Dragon Mountains where hags and druids gather and learned of their secret, dark magics; she has - as her mother had once done too - dabbled in necromancy and blood magic ( Goetia. ) She has travelled the continent, learning of ancient magics and spells, from druids and mages and enchantresses, forever seeking to grasp in her hands everything that Chaos has to offer and more— power and knowledge.

After fleeing Skellige and reuniting with Aldric, she prowled the continent at his side— and while he hunted monsters and coin, making a living for the both of them, she hunted Morgante, dabbling in the shadows: in dark, forbidden magics, summoning the bes demon Morgante had once bound to her to find her. After finding her mother, she fled the Witcher's side, meaning to capture and kill her herself, but he followed her anyway— and so did catastrophe...

Facing off with Morgante proved fatal: she overdrew Chaos from the place of power upon which they met one another, and in the firestorm of magic that followed, the fight for power between the two of them, Aldric of Gradobor would die, and Morgante would disappear.

Nereinne believed the Witcher to be gone and dead— she spent two days upon that mountain amidst ice and snow, trying to bring him back to life only to fail and leave him dead and buried (and she, ruined and unrecognisable, a shadow of a woman savaged by loss) —

— Morgante came back for him, using dark, ancient spells to heal him, indebting him to her. (In truth, the Witcher had never truly been dead— it had been only a powerful enchantment laid upon him and Nereinne by Morgante to make her believe she's killed him after unleashing colossal floods of arcane fire upon Morgante in hopes of killing her. )

She has eluded her ever since, and so has the Witcher who's denied her attempts of reconciliation throughout the years.

NOVIGRAD

During her time in Novigrad, destiny spun another thread for her to follow: a daughter of Chaos was thrust into her path, changing the course of her fate: Fjandi @sircnum. The sorceress came to care for the girl to such extraordinary lengths, that she fought tooth and nail to keep her safe and out of the sights of the Eternal Flame, extremist witch hunters that sought to snuff out all magic from the Kingdom of Redania. During the witch hunts, Nereinne remained in the city, in spite of being personally targeted all throughout the cleansing, from the very moment the fires began, to the last, as there were wanted posters of her plastered all over the whole of Novigrad, offering up a hefty reward for her capture: still, the enchantress had nowhere to flee what with Morgante (the only thing she's ever feared) once more coming to hunt them down: between one evil and another, the sorceress was ready to give everything that she had to keep her child-surprise of sorts, safe; amidst the chaos that trailed after her every step, she reunited with the fabled witcher of Gradobor @ofgradobor - a hopelessly unexpected turn of events that saw the witch's destiny once more interweaving with that of the witcher's; she tirelessly worked alongside the Lodge to help mages escape the city, and did everything within her power not to let control slip from her grasp. Nereinne was eventually captured by the Eternal Fire and suffered horrible abuses at their hands before escaping them with the help of trusted allies (family, at this point) and fleeing once more to Skellige.

PERSONALITY / ABOUT.

Morgante's harsh lessons has engendered in Nereinne a self-serving attitude. She can be callous to those she has little respect for, pitiless and cruel in obtaining that which she desires or believes to be the right thing to do − even if it comes at the expense of others.

Powerful, pitiless, fearless enchantress of Chaos, she is a six foot pillar of golden weaponized beauty, adept at using her wiles to manipulate people.

She has a fascination with ancient, dark spells and forces. Power is what she lives for (...or had been until crossing paths with Fjandi and reuniting with her witcher.)

A svelte, exotic-looking young woman with long black hair and large violet-blue eyes.

Menacing, they have often called her; malicious. Too proud, too cruel, too cold.

Languid, pragmatic, cold-hearted and oftentimes, sardonic, Nereinne cynically values power and autonomy. She looks down on mages who refuse to command the full, true power of Chaos and blindly follow rules imposed upon them by a Conclave she has little regard for.

She worships The Morrigan, the Queen of the Veil.

She is an extraordinarily powerful sorceress. Elemental control fascinates her, and she has mastered commanding nature to her wills. ( Particularly, fire magic. )

#this is a constant work in progress and needs a ton of editing tbh.#nornsintro #b.#about.#i have gone out / a possessed witch / haunting the black air / braver at night; dreaming evil

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