#oc: caithan

[ardawyn]

Ballad of the Cursed Character Intro: Caithan

Basics; 24 years old, she/her, white, blue-grey eyes and brown hair, lesbian, a dro hean (her mother is a fairy, her father is human)

Facts: when fairy magic was outlawed seven years ago, she fled to Canglin (or the Forsaken Lands), losing her mother and younger sister in the process; lives now secluded in a cabin at the edge of a forest with a small village down the hill; because she’s part fairy, she’s able to harvest magic from sources which she sells for good coin; has survived three assassins; a scar runs down her right cheek from a wound that nearly blinded her; always carries a hatchet and dagger at her belt; devoted to her gods, especially the Queen of Gods; appears calm and cool on the outside, but there’s a never ending storm brewing inside her; loves her little cabin and decorates it with souvenirs of her journeys, but she’s restless, never stays long and travels a lot; plots her revenge

Snippet under the cut:

» “Achnui,” she said, voice quiet but clear, “I have returned to your shrine with the same purpose as always. Forgive me, that I have not simply come to pay you homage. But since the source never runs dry, I assume I have not yet offended you.” She smiled to herself, before the smile died and something darker took its place. “This time I haven’t come with the intent to sell the magic. Raiders from the west have attacked the village I live close by. They killed, plundered and took some of the villagers to become their slaves. There was a little girl … ” The words tasted like ash in her mouth, like blood, and her chest tightened. The girl, blue-eyed and with her brown hair in a plaid, had reminded her so much of her own little sister. Caithan swallowed hard. “I have to find those raiders. Everyone else is too afraid to act, but I cannot fight them alone. I need more magic.”

The flames in the stone bowl gave a loud crack, and the air changed. Achnui was here, her presence wafting in the gust that toyed with Caithan’s hair. If she disagreed with her plan, she would show it, wouldn’t she? She would give her a sign, a punishment perhaps, but there was nothing. There was only approval in the wind.

Caithan raised her face skyward, to the dark grey clouds that had veiled the sun for days. “With the magic you are giving me, I will free the villagers and make the raiders pay for what they did.” Another gust brushed across her skin. Not a frigid one that howled over these lands, never tiring, but a warm, caressing one. «

#wip: botc #oc: caithan #botcexcerpt #I've already shared part of this snippet in a last line but whatever #not everyone saw it soo

[ryntaia]

I like this song Iunno

@jeroesworld ‘s Caithan Maizerain and his cousin (sometimes half sib depending on the continuity) Tabina Paradissa/Tabina Maizerain, she’s made by me. They have a kind angry relationship that’s supposed to become more understanding and friendly in every story they’ve been in so far. Basically they’re jealous of each other for completely opposite reasons.

I was just doing a doodle bonanza tonight and picked this one out as one that I liked.

#Caithan Maizerain #Tabina Paradissa #Tabina Maizerain #my art #friend's OC #my OC #latenight art

[ao3feed-acotar]

Dancer of the Wind

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2KNuLVa

by DayCourtSunlight

Caithan (Feysand child OC) has always been a homebody. He prefers to be in the comfort of his family home. His best friend and family does not support the enclosed lifestyle and so he is dragged out for a night of partying. Here, he meets the most beautiful female he's ever seen. But...when he asks her name she only smiles and disappears. Who is she? What's her story? Would he ever notice a doof like him? Could he even find her again?

Words: 1362, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Original Feyre-Rhysand Child(ren), Rhysand (ACoTaR), Feyre Archeron, Cassian (ACoTaR), Azriel (ACoTaR), Morrigan (ACoTaR), Amren (ACoTaR), Court of Dreams, Illyrian (ACoTaR)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2KNuLVa

#ao3feed #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[ardawyn]

Caithan ❖ Ballad of the Cursed

Their plan was simple, yet perhaps doomed to fail. They would get their horses in Kinmere and ride further south along the coast. Even if they didn't spot the raiders inland, their strange longships with their painted hulls must lie somewhere on the black beaches. Eventually, they had to return to them. 

Caithan preferred an ambush. She also contemplated burning the ships so that the raiders had no other choice but to stay in Tamore. And then, she had a longer time to consider an attack plan. It was two against so many of these monsters. But the raiders had only their axes, their shields and chain mail. Caithan and Bandon had magic and the blessing of their gods. The raiders must have gods of their own, but she doubted they would follow them here to Tamore, especially not when they had come to kill and plunder. They would have no protection here. They would be at her mercy. And she would not forgive.

[Caithan Intro - WIP Intro]

I won the giveaway hosted the lovely @viskafrer​�� and received a drawing by @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables​​. Thank you both so much! Check out their blogs if you haven’t already.

#wip: botc #oc: caithan #botcexcerpt #yes I'm still alive but I'm not feeling too well #so I'll probably still be a bit absent for the next days #but I just had to post this beautiful drawing! #I love it so much #I could stare at it forever #also the fur turned out amazing!

[ardawyn]

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @vellichor-virgo​. Thank you! Look at me sharing some writing again!

Yet it was the face of the woman that struck her hard. A face so different and yet so familiar, and it was clouded by sorrow. Such a deep sorrow that it pained her to look into her eyes. She remembered this woman with joy in her eyes and laughter on her lips. She remembered the times when her stomach tingled at the mere sight of her. So often she had wondered if she felt the same.

Then, she still had been naïve, had believed their blissful world would remain unchanged and that they would share memories until they were old.

I’m tagging @akindofmagictoo​, @bebewrites​, @cirianne​, @magic-is-something-we-create​ and @dontcrywrite​ | Feel free to ignore!​

#tag game #last line #wip: botc #oc: caithan

[ardawyn]

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @writerfae, @pheita and @akindofmagictoo. Thank you! :)

Here’s something from chapter 6 of Ballad of the Cursed:

One side of Bandon’s mouth twitched into a smirk. “I suppose it's wrong to believe you'll ever settle down for a calm life.”

Unwittingly, her gaze turned east, towards the tall hills. Towards home. But home had never felt like home, not deep inside her. It had been a good life, considering the circumstances, after she had left Olach, but something had always been missing. Something had never felt right, no matter how hard she tried to push that feeling away. It remained. Unyielding.

I’m tagging: @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables​, @writeblrfantasy​, @rhikasa​ and @writingrosesonneptune​ | Feel free to ignore!

#tag game #last line #wip: botc #oc: caithan #hello yes I love making my characters miserable

[ardawyn]

And because I found two new adorable picrews, here’s Caithan (left) and Eadinn (right), the two protagonists from Ballad of the Cursed. Your local lesbian grump and pansexual sweetheart but with Issues who doesn’t take anyone’s shit. Caithan is half human, half fairy and Eadinn’s a druid with visions. Also they’re childhood friends who where brutally separated seven years before the main story starts...

[Picrew #1 and #2]

#wip: botc #oc: caithan #oc: eadinn #I intended to write today but I barely slept last night so yeah #aah yes if I hadn't such a low energy I would try my hand at drawing again #being able to draw your ocs is dope #I have mad respect for everyone writing AND drawing #at the same time

[ardawyn]

“Don't worry. My mother loves guests.” He gave her a lopsided grin.

“I hope your mother won't mind guests caked in mud.”

Backstory; in which Caithan, the main character of my new project, meets her closest friend at the age of fifteen. Which is eleven years before the main story starts. No warnings, except for some angst and guilt feelings. (~1k words; continued under the cut; WIP Intro)

Numb and sore and heavy were her legs as she tried to keep herself in the saddle. She pressed them hard against her horse. Still, she felt herself sliding. Over and over again, her eyes fell shut, and when she forced herself to glance ahead, the grassy hills and lush trees melded into blotches of greens and browns and greys.

It was a bleak world. And the bleakness of it had seeped into her heart. A heavy stone in her chest.

Caithan did not dare to look back. Yet a part of her longed to see what she had left behind. It was gone, however. She couldn't go back.

Her mare snorted. She had long abandoned the gallop Caithan had pushed her into, trudging now across the sodden ground that squelched beneath the hooves. It was all she heard as her body slumped against the horse's neck. The rocking threatened to lull her to sleep. She couldn't let that happen. She had to go farther and farther and far away until she no longer remembered.

Gentle and mild was the wind that tossed strands of her damp hair about her face. Or perhaps it was the mane of her mare. It was the scent of it that crept up her nose, bringing back memories of old. That and her own sweat.

Shivers struck her body. The earlier downpour had bloated not only the ground beneath, turning the grasslands into slick mud, but had drenched her clothes, her skin too. Drops had pelted her face, had slid into her eyes. But she didn't stop.

A jolt went through her. She grabbed for the reins, but grabbed only air. The fall drove a groan from her lips. Pain flared in her shoulder and hip, and the taste of blood filled her mouth.

She cursed silently as she sat up, palms digging into the cold mud. The mare nickered, shock her head and trotted away. “Don't go,” she said hoarsely. “I need you.”

It was her mother's horse, calm and obedient, a beautiful bay with black stockings on each leg. Caithan prayed her mother wasn't angry with her for taking her. But she couldn't go back to apologise. She could never go back. Mother must hate me, she thought achingly. I couldn't protect them and I fled like a coward.

Her throat sealed tight. Tears stung in her eyes but she willed them away. She had to go further. She had to forget.

“Hey!” The voice tearing through the air, made her flinch.

A young man hurried towards her, clad in simple breeches and tunic but with a sword hanging from his belt. When he halted before her, his clear eyes were filled with concern. Concern and pity. Pity and disdain. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“I'm fine,” she growled and attempted to stand. The soreness in her legs, however, forbade it.

“Are you sure?” Was that mockery in his voice?

He reached a hand to her, but she swatted it away. “I don't need your help!” Clenching her teeth, she scrambled to her feet. “Leave me be.”

“You look like you could use a hot bath, and I'd wager you wouldn't say no to some clean clothes too.” A smile tugged on his lips, and he tilted his head a little. Why was he smiling?

Heat rose into her face as her eyes trailed down on herself. Not only were her garments wet, they were soaked in mud, too, grabbing her skin too tight. “Leave me be,” she said again, marched past him and towards her horse. She staggered. With every step that she waded through the mud, her legs ached more. Exhaustion had settled heavily in her bones.

“My mother always told me you should be kind to strangers.” Amusement swung in his voice, and his squelching footsteps followed her.

“My mother always told me to stay away from strangers,” she retorted, rubbed her hands on her tunic and reached for the saddle's pommel. However, no matter the effort, she couldn't lift her leg high enough to reach the stirrup. She cursed inwardly.

Behind her, the young man chuckled. “We live in the village over there. It's not far. There's food, too, if you're hungry.”

Caithan swirled around, damp hair whipping about her face. She had to lift her chin to look him in the eye. “Why are you so eager to help me? Don't you have something better to do? Aren't there any cows that need milking or stables that need to be mucked?”

He stemmed his hands on his hips. Huffed. When he tilted his head with raised brows, a gust blew his dark blond hair around his face. A face that was hard, but not unkind or unpleasant with eyes of such a vivid blue as she had never seen before. They stared right into hers, and for a moment she feared he could read her mind. “I'm not a cowherd, nor am I a stable hand,” he said calmly. “I'm a fletcher.”

Then go make some arrows, she had almost said, but bit the inside of her cheeks. Her stomach growled. Not loud enough for the man to hear, she hoped, but loud enough to make her realise she needed help. In her hurry to leave, she had forgotten her pouch. But she couldn't go back. Never. Her heart was still split open, and if she returned it would fall apart at last.

“Listen, I have no intention to become your enemy,” he continued. “I just want to help.”

She grounded her teeth. “I have no money,” she muttered. “I can't pay you.”

“Don't worry. My mother loves guests.” He gave her a lopsided grin.

Uneasiness clenched her stomach tight. Never before did she have to beg for anything. Never before had she found herself so low that she had to accept the help of a commoner. “I hope your mother won't mind guests caked in mud.”

“We will find out soon.” He waved his hand, and she urged her weary feet to follow him. “I'm Bandon,” he said. “No bynames.”

“I'm Caithan,” she replied. “No bynames either.”

And so they strolled side by side over the muddy hills until a small walled village rose on the horizon. Grey smoke from chimneys curled upwards to the equally grey clouds.

I will stay till tomorrow, she told herself. Then I will go on.

*

What she didn't know that day, was that Bandon possessed the same magic as she did, and that he would become her mentor, her friend, her brother. He became the family she had left behind.

#my writing #oc: caithan #edits #when I had this idea I just had to write this #their relationship helped her a lot #hope you enjoy even if it's a little sad ... :) #oc: bandon #wip: botc #botcexcerpt

[ardawyn]

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @cirianne​​​. Thank you! :) Everything I wrote for The Dawnbringer the last days is a huge spoiler, so have a little something I wrote for my new project, which is still unnamed. Depending on how this develops, I might write it for Camp NaNo.

She dug her fingers into the fur of her hood, dragging it deeper into her face. The fur, soft and warm, was nothing like the merciless wind that howled around her. She shuddered.

As her foot slipped on the slick rocks, she hissed. Almost her knees crashed against them. But she quickly regained balance, even if it meant her hood was tossed off. The sharpness of the air drove tears into her eyes. She rubbed them away, pulled down her hood again while she climbed further up the mossy stone run.

Fortunately, it wasn't snowing yet. Snow had the audacity to hinder her, to keep her from focusing on the voice that grew now louder with every step she took. It even sang over the bashing gusts so typical for northern Tamore.

I’m tagging: @maryscots​​, @lady-redshield-writes​​, @howdy-writes​​, @daydreams-musings​​, @zmlorenz​​ and @klywrites​​ | Feel free to ignore! :)

#tag game #last line #these are the only lines I wrote so far #the rest will hopefully follow next month! #still not sure if I should write this in third person or try myself at first person again #oc: caithan

[ardawyn]

🌹

And because I haven’t posted much about Ballad of the Cursed yet, here’s a little something. Thank you!

“Olach still wants you dead,” Bandon said nonchalantly as he ripped off a piece of bread.

Caithan grounded her teeth, and replied grimly, “Does he? I had thought he had given up. He didn't send anyone to kill me in the past year.”

#rhikasa #answered #wip: botc #oc: caithan #oc: bandon #rose snippets

[ardawyn]

And because I couldn’t stop myself, and picrew is great to visualize your characters, here are Caithan, the main character, and Eadinn from my new project that is still unnamed.

And because the time period is not accurate, there’s more picrew adventures below the cut!

Yes, Caithan is more of the cocky, grump while Eadinn is a real sweetheart, but she can kick your ass anyway ;) One of them might be cursed or something??

Picrews used: One, Two

#I never thought this idea would develop so quickly #let's hope I won't lose interest again ha #oc: caithan #oc: eadinn

[ardawyn]

Character Flaws Tag Game

I was tagged by @thechapelscrow. Thank you! I’m doing this for my new character Caithan, from my, as of yet, unnamed wip which may be influenced vaguely my Irish Mythology!

absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional (a bit) | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving* | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic

* She isn’t exactly money-loving, but she does demand a lot of money for what she’s doing...

I’m tagging: @cirianne​, @zmlorenz, @klywrites, @eluari and @homesteadchronicles​ | Feel free to ignore!

Blank version under the cut!

absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional (a bit) | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic

#tag game #character flaws tag #oc: caithan

[ardawyn]

Ballad of the Cursed ❖ Eadinn

“Queen Sionait,” her mother said, “she believes it is a trick of the fairies. Vengeance. It had to happen one day.”

“Nonsense!” Eadinn threw her hand up. “Magic has a will of its own. The mist is too powerful to be the doing of fairies.”

“How can you be so certain? Fairies are cunning and wicked.”

Something split inside of her, a shard lodging behind her ribcage. A hooded figure appeared before her inner eye, the one of her visions, a familiar figure she had last seen when she had been fifteen, now a young woman like herself. Swiftly, she had moved through an overgrown forest as though she was on the run, but she hadn't felt fear. 

Despite not seeing her face, she knew it was her. To recall her name was painful. Eadinn had been powerless all those years ago, yet still the guilt weighed her down. “Mother, are you hearing yourself? How can you say this? Have you forgotten– ”

“A party of fairies has entered Ralaghan from the east. They managed to sneak past the watchtowers and drive deeper into our lands.” With every word that hung coolly between them, Eadinn's heart hammered more. Could that be her? Had she come here? But why would she risk her life like that? “When they reached the town of Cavin, guards arrested them. Not without resistance, however. Three of them died fighting.”

Eadinn stifled a gasp, her cup nearly slipping from her grasp, and she had to hold herself on the windowsill. I didn't see her die, she reminded herself. She is alive and well.

#wip: botc #oc: eadinn #botcexcerpt #I just felt like posting a little something #I'm so happy that I decided to make her a pov #and have the story told by both her and caithan