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hello all, my name is shelby but you may call me bebe for short. there is little to say about this topic aside from this is where i will be posting any forms for active or inactive original characters for personal projects or roleplays. updating and editing will likely be spontaneous and slow per personal time constraints and motivation.
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SYLAS FAIRCHILD‿︵*.☽
⠀all your ballads are doused in agony. the edges of tempests meet and even the chorus melts, passion repeated itself faster than history. (the way you look at her is almost angelic)⠀❜

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NAME :⠀saaris vanradien
origin : saaris ' meaning silver . saaris was named by his mother in reference to his silver-blonde hair with her believing the name, saaris, translated to silver in the old tongue. upon further investigation, however, it's likely his name actually means sword or blade. vanradien ' meaning unknown . like many highland names the direct translation of vanradien was lost during the collapse of the old empire. it is, however, one of the more prominent names found in several old texts indicating a noble heritage ... though whether or not saaris himself is actually related to the noble vanradien clan of old or if the name was reclaimed over the years by unrelated highland survivors remains unknown.
PREFERRED NAME : ⠀sylas fairchild, sylas half-elven.
reasoning : after his decision to flee the highlands saaris thought it best to create a new identity for himself, changing his name from saaris vanradien to a more modern sylas. the monikers fairchild and half-elven came to him over the years both in reference to his ties to the old blood - both fairchild and half-elven being ancient surnames adopted by highland refugees following the fall of the old empire.
NICKNAMES : sy, princess & elvish bastard. nameless one.
sy. ❝ what say you, sy, are you in? ❞ a familiar nickname derived from his given alias. there's nothing special about it and though he himself doesn't often use it he doesn't seem to care when those around him refer to him as such.
princess. ❝ oi' just what the fuck do ya think yer doin' princess. ❞ less of a nickname more of a jest oftentimes used by his fellow mercenaries in reference to both his appearance and somewhat more dignified or prissy nature. he isn't necessarily fond of the name but tolerates and even finds some humor in it - albeit only when used by certain individuals. he doesn't much tolerate it coming from people he doesn't know nor like.
elvish bastard. ❝ i ain't about to take orders from some elvish bastard. ❞ occasionally substituted with highland bastard, these are derogatory insults used by those with ill-feelings towards highlanders and those of the old blood. suffice to say sylas isn't particularly fond of its usage and has gotten into a number of fights with those ballsy enough to say it to his face.
nameless one. ❝ why have you come to me, nameless one. ❞ he who would abandon his true name to pursue a life of deception and lies - sylas was first called this when encountering a seer on his travels. in the highlands, and especially among those of the old blood, it is shameful if not outright taboo to abandon or reject one's heritage and though sylas is usually anything but superstitious he couldn't help but perceive the seer's words as an ill-omen. if not a curse.
DATE OF BIRTH :⠀midsummer.
age context : 24 as of the start of the roleplay.
GENDER & SEXUALITY : ⠀cis demiromantic-heterosexual. he/him pronouns.

GENERAL APPEARANCE :⠀with his silver-blonde hair, sharp features, and scarred face sylas fairchild is described as a man not easily forgotten. caught between the worlds of ethereal beauty and grizzly disfigurement, his ties to the old blood are as undeniable as his criminal upbringing. he is tall, body slender yet fit, and riddled with more scars than one can care to count. he keeps his hair long, down to his mid-back, and over his left eye is an patch partially concealing a deep scar and what one can only assume is a gouged and mutilated socket. but while sylas is the kind of man who carries himself as though he is both aware and proud of his unique handsomeness truth is he's quite self-conscious of the fact. he despises his old blood, that unmistakable trace of the lost highland elves, and his disfigurement only adds more layers to his complex self-perception. in a way he blames his appearance for the life he now leads - believing that, if he appeared more average that he could settle down for a much simpler life, but as it stands there are few places a one-eyed man of elvish blood can stay without drawing unwanted attention.
faceclaim : sylas fairchild is played by ewan mitchell.
height : six foot ' one inches.
scent : wood smoke, leather, and pine.

PERSONALITY :⠀
perceptive : few things are able to slip past sylas - a fact he is quite proud of. whether it be hidden tracks, a lie, or something ever-so-slightly out of place sylas seems to have a third eye in detecting the world around him and finding things that others often overlook or simply can't pick up on. he believes it's his body and mind's way to accommodate his missing eye making his good one see enough for the both of them and then some.
distrusting : living the kind of life that sylas has lived you can't really blame him for not trusting others. even those he claims to consider himself close to are still held at an arms-length. coming into every interaction with a chip on his shoulder and an ace up his sleeve, always ready to spring into action should something go awry. some, of course, would call it paranoia but he would considers it a necessity for survival.
insecure : though he'd rather gouge out his good eye than admit it sylas is, in fact, quite insecure. about his appearance, about his past, his livelihood, his abilities ... he feels inadequate and undeserving. as if nothing he does is ever enough, that he'll never quite achieve whatever it is he's after. his trauma with red laszlo is largely to blame for this mindset as he still hasn't quite learned that no one can achieve perfection but try as he might he can't quite shake this grim perception of himself even if he hides it well in public.
snarky : when raised among whores, orphans, bandits and sellswords it's pretty much a given that one has to sharpen their tongue as much as their blade if they want to keep themselves alive. a quick retort often being just as valuable as gold in their world. that said, however, it often leads to a lot of trouble when sylas's temper gets the better of him and he starts to run his mouth without thinking of the consequences.
MORAL ALIGNMENT :⠀chaotic-true neutral.

PLACE OF BIRTH :⠀the moors, highlands.
residence : (capital), (kingdom name). though he travels much as part of his work as a sellsword and mercenary, sylas can often be found in or around the capital city when not on the road. finding the business much better there than anywhere else in the kingdom. that said he has no permanent residence and usually chooses to rent temporary rooms in inns and taverns.
BACKGROUND :⠀born in the highlands to a whore mother and an unknown father - sylas fairchild's, born saaris vanradien, early life was hardly a life at all. with the moors being little more than a war-torn, poverty-stricken wasteland the boy's first few years are little more than a muddy shadow. a dirty little room in the back of the brothel cramped full of other bastards, fighting strays in the gutters for scraps of food when there wasn't enough coin to pay for both lodging and bread. it was a miserable existence but, all things considered, it could of been much worse. his mother was a troubled woman but she did what she could to provide for her children - there being four in total with saaris being the second youngest and her undeniable favorite. her little elf, her starlight, she called him while fawning over silver-blonde locks. a woman proud of her heritage she was ecstatic to see at least one of her children bear such prominent highland features. a sentiment shared by very few as, soon after his mother's death from the winter fever, an eight year old saaris would be forced to cut and dye his hair to protect himself from those who would mean him harm after being tossed out onto the street. orphaned in a decrepit village with nowhere to go and no-one to turn to a young saaris would turn to a life of petty crime to get by. stealing and pickpocketing, fighting other orphans over coins, even joining a small gang led by a local rogue who offered protection for his charges in exchange for a cut of their stealings. his affiliation with this particular rogue leading to his introduction to, and later joining of, a local gang of bandits at the age of eleven. known as the ravens they were led by one red laszlo, an infamous criminal known for his violent tendencies and control over much of the moor's underground network. naturally the young and impressionable saaris was determined to earn the favor of his dangerous new comrades and leader and within the year had managed to do just that. becoming a favored apprentice of red laszlo who had begun to see this reckless orphan boy as the son he never had. a fact as advantageous as it was traumatizing as while saaris was offered more opportunities and rewards than many of his peers he did so at the cost of their ill-tempered leader's attention. while many boys could get away with mistakes no such mercies were offered to red laszlo's star pupil who faced severe punishment for anything less than perfection. and there had been many, many punishments the most severe of which sometimes left saaris bedridden for days with permanent scars to remind him of his failures and shortcomings. suffice to say it didn't take for saaris to realize his mistake in joining the ravens and for seeking the attention of red laszlo but at the time the boy's fear outmatched his displeasure and kept him rooted firmly in place. that is, of course, until laszlo took things too far and gouged out saaris's left eye in a drunken rage when he was seventeen. knowing he was a deadman if he got caught but realizing laszlo would kill him sooner or later if he stayed ... saaris fled. escaping the moors and the highlands and everything he had ever known to seek refuge in the neighboring kingdom of (name). here he would abandon the identity of saaris vanradien in favor of that of sylas fairchild and abandoned the criminal life in favor of becoming a sellsword. the life is just as dangerous but it has its advantages ... reputable connections, good coin. here his old blood and disfigurement serve him well as many paranoid (kingdom citizens) believe the highland elves are more monster than man and they're willing to pay good money to have sylas accompany them on their travels convinced he possesses legendary abilities. this is, of course, a misconception and sylas is but an average man but he isn't one to often correct those offering him gold to play the role of a monster.

CHARACTER TRIVIA :⠀
one : the highland elves are a myth* though during the time of the old empire highlanders had been known for their unique features and impressive swordsmanship they had been nothing more than humans. the concept of them being anything else stems from their enemies who sought to vilify their peoples to rally an army against them and well ... it worked. suddenly the people of the old empire were accused of being hellspawn - bastards born of human and fae blood. their borders were attacked, their villages burned, their kingdoms raided and people slaughtered ... all over a rumor spread by a greedy, mad fool. those who survived the onslaught fled, scattering throughout the mainland and beyond. those with less prominent features were able to stay albeit under assumed identities that distanced themselves from their highland heritage. it would be centuries before those of the old empire were able to live in peace ... or at least some semblance of it. the highlands were never able to rebuild and its people never quite lost the reputation of being something other than human but at least the war and the slaughter had ceased. nowadays it's near impossible to distinguish someone of highland heritage from any other person on earth but every now and again a child will be born with the indistinguishable features of their lost ancestors. as such is the case for sylas who is nothing more than an average human but who actively plays into the biased role of 'elvish beast' as it serves him.

two : while sylas's left eye was gouged out and though he would have others believe that there is nothing but a mutilated socket beneath his eyepatch this isn't quite the case. before escaping red laszlo and the ravens and fleeing the highlands sylas had managed to steal a bag of coin from the infamous bandit leader's personal lodgings inside of which contained a sizable sapphire. concerned that such a prize would be stolen should anyone discover it upon his person sylas chose to hide it in a place he thought none would bother to look. however in the years to follow sylas has yet to sell the stone despite it being worth a small fortune ... keeping it as a sort of 'insurance policy' in case he ever gets the opportunity to settle. figuring it could fetch enough to afford him a small farm. for obvious reasons, sylas is extremely protective over the stone and of his possession of it and thus never removes his eyepatch in the presence of others.

three : sylas isn't all pins and needles as he may pretend to be and has quite a few soft spots - the most notable of which being for his horse, fauvel. she is a reliable steed that is about as temperamental as her rider though the two share a good bond and she is well-trained to understand basic commands and whistles. and it's not completely uncommon to hear sylas mumbling to her every now again either affectionally or when insulting someone else around them. he also hates filth and it's part of the reason why he has earned a reputation for being a bit of a princess among his peers as he makes it a point to bathe often especially after long days of travel or fighting as he can't stand grime and blood being on him longer than needed.
 
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JUSTICE PEACE MURPHY⠀ ⠀ ⠀J.P.
23⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ HETEROSEXUAL
CIS MALE⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ HUMAN
a typical fucking shadysider who always claimed he'd be the one to escape only to end up trapped just like everyone else. when not rotting away in a cell for one stupid crime or another J.P. can be found working at his uncle's video rental store.
justice peace murphy was born to raise hell. a troublemaker with a pension for arson and thievery, chaos runs through his veins and a deadman's depression looms over his shoulder. trapped in this fucking town with no way out and no hope for the future. go fucking figure...
if you are 'walking in darkness' - do not try to make the sun rise through self-sacrifice . . . but wait in confidence for the dawn , and enjoys the pleasures of the night meanwhile .​
justice peace murphy was doomed the second he entered this world, screaming and covered in someone else's blood. it was by pure luck that he survived the 1978 camp nightwing massacre but he has spent every day since in the shadows of his mind wishing he hadn't.


























he knows the curse is real. he has seen it with his own eyes. pure evil materializing from the very earth, the ghosts of the damned and the dead come to claim one last victim. he can't put to words what he saw the night of the massacre without being called a madman but he knows what he saw and he knows it was real. shadyside is hiding a secret and he'd be damned if he went to his grave without exposing it.
FEAR STREET 1984

 

EDRA AEP RANOM‿︵*.☽
⠀the gods tell us there are no salves for the soul, but still we never stop trying to find one.⠀❜



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NAME :⠀edra aep ranom
origin : edra' meaning sea . edra is a northern name meaning ocean or sea, he was named this due to being found in the hold of a ship after many days at sea. . aep ranom ' meaning of ranom, son of ranom . edra's surname adheres to the customs of the northern tribes, given to him by his caretaker who saw the boy as an adoptive son.
PREFERRED NAME : ⠀initiate edra.
reasoning : while he doesn't much mind using just his given name in familiar settings, initiate edra is his full title acknowledging his role within the order of apothecaries. it is a source of great pride for edra who prefers to be referred to as such by those unfamiliar to him.
DATE OF BIRTH :⠀unknown, though he claims it to be in the late autumn.
age context : approximately twenty-eight.
GENDER & SEXUALITY : ⠀cismale demisexual. he/him pronouns.

GENERAL APPEARANCE :⠀edra is described as being a handsome man, tall and slender with a fit physique as thanks to years of training within the order. his hair is dark, cropped short, and his eyes are near black in color. while his exact parentage is unknown his features, as well as the circumstances of his discovery, suggest he was likely born in the eastern islands.
faceclaim : initiate edra aep ranom is played by manny jacinto.
height : 6 feet ' 1 inches.
scent : burnt incense, candlesmoke, and lavender.

PERSONALITY :⠀
dedicated : there's no denying that edra's life effectively centers around the order of apothecaries and the he fills within it. while an unconventional path it is one he takes seriously and has no intention of abandoning anytime soon. his passion certainly knowing no bounds. it a trait of his that tends to shine through in other aspects of his life as well, making edra an open-book when it comes to the things he truly cares about whether it be his hobbies and interests or even other people.
mischievous : despite having long since left his youth his youth has not quite left him. when around those he feels comfortable with edra can be described as bit ... meddlesome. and while his antics are always harmless it's not uncommon to see him wrestling about with his fellow initiates in some dumb challenge or another. in a profession surrounded by illness and grief he finds that letting loose like this is a good way to maintain ones sanity and hope.
trusting : as much of a virtue as it is a fatal flaw - edra likes to see the good in people before he considers the bad. sure he knows his limits and won't bother trying to speak peace with a bandit holding him a knifepoint but when not faced with obvious danger he likes to believe that there is good in the people around him and doesn't automatically assume hostility or deception in their actions or their words.
MORAL ALIGNMENT :⠀lawful neutral.

PLACE OF BIRTH :⠀unknown, eastern islands.
residence : the order temple, lodenys. recently edra has traveled alongside several other master apothecaries and initiates to the kingdom of arcadia to investigate the king's strange illness. he, along with his brothers, have been offered temporary residence in the local temple though edra finds that it's much too hot and stuffy for his liking and has managed to sweet-talk a serving girl into letting him sneak into the much cooler cellars to sleep.
BACKGROUND :⠀discovered as a toddler hidden in the hold of an eastern trading vessel bound for the kingdom of lodenys, much of edra's origins are a mystery. due ongoing conflicts in the islands it was suspect the young child was hidden away by his parents as a means to secure his safety in the mainland though it's just as likely that he was the son of a dockworker who managed to slip away when his parents weren't looking. whatever the case he never returned to the eastern islands and, instead, was taken under the care of the order of apothecaries. here life was fairly simple - he, alongside many other orphans and abandoned children, would spend their days tending to chores about the temple grounds. cooking, cleaning, tending to the horses, lighting candles, collecting and drying the herbs needed for medicinal concoctions. it would be during this time that he would be taken under the wing of the temple warden, ranom aep glaedell, who saw great promise in the child. he was restless, ambitious, and intelligent. some would even say too intelligent. often acting as a ring-leader amongst his fellow orphans, devising many a mischievous plot that would often land them in trouble. ranom would teach the boy to fight and, when he expressed interest, heal. teaching him both the ways of the modern apothecary as well as some secrets held only by the northern tribesman. and, when edra was sixteen, ranom would stand as his patron as the young man petitioned to join the order of apothecaries where he was taken on as a novice. from there his life has been a rather dizzying blur - the order is far from lax on those who seek to pursue its calling and, as a result, edra lives a fairly strict life. the first few years were nothing but harsh and never-ending lessons but, at the age of twenty, he was granted the role of initiate. what this means is that he spends his days shadowing the master apothecaries, tending to their needs and assisting in their work but mostly handling all the heavy lifting, arduous traveling, and the fighting that comes with traveling the lands assisting those who call upon the order. in the eight years since edra has traveled most the mainland, met many people, studied many illnesses, and fought many battles against bandit and desperate peasant alike. it is rather solitary life, even when in the company of his brothers of the order, but it one that he seems to enjoy and embrace fully.

CHARACTER TRIVIA :⠀
one : edra's name is considered a bit strange as, despite hailing from the eastern islands and being raised on the mainland he was actually named by the warden in charge of the temple orphans. an old northern tribesman by the name of ranom aep glaedell or ranom, son of glaedell, he took the young stowaway under his wing, giving him his name and later claiming the boy as his own son. edra looked up to ranom and, when old enough, it was the old warden who taught him how to fight and acted as edra's patron when he would later be accepted as a novice in the order of apothecaries. though edra knows ranom was not his father he still carries his name, aep ranom, with great pride and refers to the man fondly as father. due to his age and failing health, however, the now-retired ranom stayed behind at the temple when edra accompanied the apothecaries and other initiates to the kingdom of arcadia.

two : contrary to popular belief there are many roles within the order of the apothecaries. while most assume they are all just that, apothecaries, the truth is much more convoluted. young men between the ages of thirteen and nineteen are recruited as novices and spend their days laboring over lessons and training, if they are deemed worthy they are given the rank of initiate at twenty where they act as the apprentices and guardians of the master apothecaries. upon their thirty-fifth birthday, or should they be unable to fight due to illness or injury leading to being permanently crippled, they are then made into true apothecaries and may seek their own path and settle wherever it is they wish. and, when they are too old to handle the road themselves, they may either retire as a warden or a priest of the order temple or they may become master apothecaries and spend the rest of their days tending to their work and training their initiate apprentices. and that's not including the orphans and priestesses of the temple who oversee much of its upkeep, care, and rituals.

three : it's unknown if he's actually twenty-eight years old as no one knows his exact age when he was found. it was believed he was roughly three, however, and that's simply what he has gone with since though there is a very really possibility that he may be a year younger or a year older than what he currently claims.

four : edra enjoys cooking albeit at the risk of those around him. that's not to say he's a bad cook as he's anything but but he has a very particular fondness for trying new things even if he's not sure just how well they'll turn out. while he's careful to never cook something that may make someone ill the flavor combinations and spices are considered a bit unconventional to those used to a certain palette.

 
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ILIREN NAETHANA‿︵*.☽
time blossoms into something unaware and we have spent so long searching for meaning in the darkness that the difference between shadow and shine has become all but flower petals crushed underfoot.⠀❜
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NAME :⠀ilirenne naethana
origin : ilirenne ' meaning warrior . an old elvish name given to him by his parents in honor of his paternal grandfather, war commander ilirenne liadon. pronounced ae-leer-yn, it is considered an honor to be named after such an ancestor as it'll bring great fortune and strength to the young elf. . naethana ' meaning night-song . while tradition would usually have iliren inherit his paternal surname, liadon, his mother's rank as a noblewoman was seen as a greater boon leading to the descision that he would take her surname instead.
PREFERRED NAME : ⠀iliren.
reasoning : while there's no difference in the pronunciation between ilirenne and iliren, the elf prefers the bastardized version. if only to pave his own path outside of his grandfather's imposing legacy.
NICKNAMES : ren & commander naethana
ren. ❝ be careful with this path you choose, ren, i cannot protect you from the consequences. ❞ a familiar nickname used only by the wild-lord who iliren sees as a close friend and blood-brother.
commander naethana. ❝ commander naethana, there is something you need to see . ❞ his formal title, used by his peers and subordinates within the elvish court.
DATE OF BIRTH :⠀late spring.
age context : iliren is considered to be a young adult by elvish standards, though a few centuries old his age is comparable to 27 in human years.
GENDER & SEXUALITY : ⠀cisgender, bisexual. he/him pronouns.

GENERAL APPEARANCE :⠀ilirenne naethana is considered to be a handsome albeit somewhat unconventional man even by elvish standards, possessing strong masculine features that break the typical androgynous appearance that many of his kind possess. high cheekbones, a strong jaw, an aquiline nose--there is no mistaking this man for a woman no matter how pretty he may be. his skin is fair and unblemished, lacking any trace of scar due to the self-isolated peace of the elves, and his hair is a honeyed blonde, kept long just past his shoulders in the traditional style. unlike many elves, who possess eyes in shades of blue and purple, iliren's are a deep green--a trait inherited from his mother's family whose ancestry can be traced back to the old kingdom and the one true wizard, taliesin, whose eyes are said to of turned as green as the woodlands when he bound his soul to the earthen gods.
faceclaim : ilirenne naethana is played by charlie vickers
height : 6' 2"
scent : lilac and the faintest hint of candlesmoke--especially after a long night of preoccupying himself with his books by candlelight.

PERSONALITY :⠀ilirenne naethana is considered to be a...vexing type of character. like all elves orphaned at too young an age, he is considered to be bereaved--part of his soul dying much too soon with the death of his parents resulting in a man that is inherently considered to be cold and indifferent. he lacks love and the feel for greater emotions, valuing fact above empathy and reason over compassion. that is not to say he has a heart made of stone as he is entirely capable of humor, joy, and grief but there's still an undeniable lack of something...more. a greater capacity for emotion that firmly separates him from his peers. ironically enough his coldness is what makes him such a valuable companion to the wild-lord, emmediel. standing as an opposing voice to their compassionate and optimistic leader to deter him from soft-hearted choices. in fact, it was iliren's early bereavement that made lorean choose iliren as his son's companion, knowing one day he would serve as a valuable political asset for the elvish court. his birth during the time of peace shielding his soul from the greater hatreds felt amongst the elder elves who experienced the human wars firsthand, while his lack of greater emotion does not make him too soft in the heart like many born during the peace.
factual : iliren is a man of pure fact and fact alone--when it comes to the matter of alliances with humans he opposes it not because of a lingering hatred from the ancient wars but because he is well-versed in history and knows how barbaric and dangerous the humans are and how vulnerable the elves have become during their age of peace. but while many may bite their tongue to appease their wild-lord, iliren is shamelessly outspoken in this regard. he sees no point in hiding facts when these very facts may be what save the elvish-kind in the long run.
MORAL ALIGNMENT :⠀lawful neutral.

PLACE OF BIRTH :⠀haalthyr belanore, the kingdom of the elves.
residence : haalthyr belanore, specifically within the wild-lord's castle where he owns his own private chambers. he has a second estate, inherited from his paternal family, nearer to the edge of the capital though he seldom stays there.
BACKGROUND :ilirenne naethana was born during the age of peace. the son of an elvish general who died of a tragic accident and a bereaved noblewoman who followed her heart's-chosen in death shortly after the birth of their son. orphaned at just a few months old, he was taken in by the wild-lord, lorean vanradien, whose lady had only recently given birth to their own son, emmediel. together the two boys would grow up as close friends and blood-brothers, bound by forces greater than any mortal being could hope to understand. emmediel was heir to the throne and ilirenne his loyal guardian--but their differences in status did little to effect the bond shared between the two elves. in short the two are two halves to one whole. water and ice. as the two would grow older their differences would grow more pronounced and yet the two remained as close as ever and when the wild-lord lorean stepped down to accept his ascension into the everlasting, iliren was the first to bend the knee to emmediel as he took the elvish throne. earning the honorary title as commander and hand of the lord, a position second only to emmediel's heart-chosen and the kingdom's lady, namare. their dynamic only becoming strained as of late due to wild-lord emmediel's decision to dispel the magical borders about haalthyr belanore and release the elvish kingdom from its self-imposed isolation. thus putting an end to the age of peace. iliren being the most vocal in his dissatisfaction with his lord's decision, fearing what would become of the elvish kingdom should the alliances fall through and they're plunged back into a state of never-ending wars. emmediel, of course, has hope for the future and pays little mind to his friend's complaints and warnings but that has done little to stop iliren from continuing to voice his opinions on the matter.

CHARACTER TRIVIA :⠀
one : of all the colors, iliren's favorite is a soft dove gray. he also dresses primarily in shades of gray, black and white and only wears accents of gold due to his rank and emmediel's instance. the wild-lord insisting he is much too grim for the elvish court otherwise.

two : he specializes in illusionary magics and used to be quite infamous for his meddlesome tricks in his youth. he also possesses an affinity for birds and considers many to be his companions. at times insisting they are more tolerable conversationalists than his peers. this is, of course, a jest as he cannot actually speak to the birds but the fact still stands.

three : while he claims to be a man of fact and nothing more--a large part of his hatred for humans and the idea of emmediel's alliances stems from a deep-rooted fear. he loves his people and his kingdom dearly and he has the sense to know that, despite the optimism of his peers, they would be no match in a war against their mundane rivals should another war begin.

four : when not handling matters of the court iliren can be found in the royal library amongst his beloved books or in the sacred orchard tending to the spiritual flowers of their ascended ancestors. finding his own peace among the glowing blooms. for one of the bereaved he's described as having a gentle hand and nature, said to of been inherited from his mother who was a renowned healer and too tended to the sacred orchards in her time.

 
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not connected to any current and ongoing rps, i just wanted to make this goof.

VILLANOVA

THE RAVEN'S SHADOW



death is the natural end of life. grieve the fallen, but do not pity them. exult in the time that they were granted.





TEMPLATE BY BEBE
bring down the
PROUD
who try to cast off the
CHAINS OF FATE
an original baldur's gate 3 companion ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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portrayed by bebe
⸺ vivaldi villanova was born in the city of gloomwrought, in the cramped and stifling quarters of briarborne isle. knowing only shade and shadow, and with nothing to his name and none to turn to, vivaldi swore his fealty to the raven queen. as shadar-kai his life was not his own to live and he existed only to serve the purposes of his queen...until a strange ship and stranger tadpole reawoke the man he once was &. now he craves a life he has never had a chance to live.
name⠀⠀⠀⠀vivaldi villanova
age⠀⠀⠀⠀physically twenty-five
gender⠀⠀⠀⠀cis-male
class⠀⠀⠀⠀wizard
species⠀⠀⠀⠀shadowborn human
sexuality⠀⠀⠀⠀complicated
PERSONA
still shaking the remnants of his curse, vivaldi villanova can be described as a strange and aloof man unused to the complexities of emotion. he craves a better understanding in the little time he has left to experience them.
CLASS
a wizard of the necromancy school, vivaldi specializes in the raising and controlling of the dead and various spells of darkness, illusion, and shadow to hide his physical form in battle while his pawns carry out his dirty-work.

INFO
as the tadpole interferes with the raven queen's curse, vivaldi villanova finds himself doing many things he had never thought of doing again in places never before seen. he feels the sun upon his skin, emotions in his heart, and acts on his own choices rather than the orders given to him. he retains his profound respect for death and for the lore of the lost but has no desire to return to his queen and the life of the shadar-kai at journey's end.
 
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fuck you (makes another bg3 companion oc)


❛ the stories don't mention how icarus laughed as he fell . . . of the bitter triumph one feels in crashing . . . of the beauty in a setting your world on fire to watch it burn from the centre of the flame . ❞

Ettore De Biosca‿︵*.☽
⠀⠀⠀⸺⸺ ⠀everything's a work in progress: art, belief, knowledge, and yes, even me .
age :⠀thirty-three
gender :⠀male
⠀⠀↬ pronoun(s) . . .⠀he/him
species :⠀human
class :⠀bard
background :⠀entertainer
⠀⠀↬ residence . . .⠀baldur's gate
B I O G R A P H Y

ettore de biosca, born ettore vittora, is a baldurian born man of...questionable origin. the bastard son of a noblewoman and an unnamed naer-do-well lover, his childhood was one spent pointedly out of the limelight. a dirty little secret his maternal family was determined to keep hidden away from the eyes of gossip-prone peers. this wasn't the fault of his mother of course--in fact she was quite a lovely woman but one caught in the firm grasp of expectation and duty. expectations that did not, however, fall upon the shoulders of a young ettore who all but made it his life's goal to live enough for the both of them. and oh did he live. for a child that was meant to be neither seen nor heard ettore was born for a certain gift in the theatrics. loud, flamboyant, prone to mischief and tomfoolery. he made scenes upon scenes, wherever and whenever he could make them much to the chagrin of his maternal family who could do little but hide their faces in shame when the bastard boy would slip into their fancy parties and flounce about with his dances and instruments. turning heads this way and that. but where his family felt shame ettore was pleased to find that crowds loved him. his antics, his jokes, his silly little songs--they loved it all. showering the boy with praise that only grew the older he got and the more skillful he became. by the age of sixteen he was a known entertainer, an infamous charmer, and a young man determined to set out into the world to build a life of his own away from the shadow of his birth. and so he did just that. ettore vittora, bastard boy of innoble birth, became ettore de biosca, bard extraordinaire. or the bastard baldurian bard--as he liked to call himself. but while he may of managed to make a name for himself throughout the taverns, manors, and entertainment halls of baldur's gate such a feat did not come without its fair share of troubles. namely those involving a certain cutthroat gang he found himself entangled with. and while ettore is not one to delve into the details of his misfortunes he can confidently say that he may or may not owe a considerable sum of money to a man of considerable amount of power. or many men of various amounts of power...really the total sum is quite hard to keep track of. in fact ettore had been on the run the night that the nautiloid struck baldur's gate, plucking the man from a dark-lit alleyway. saving him from one grizzly fate...only to subject him to another. suffice to say this whole tadpole ordeal is less-than-deal for the man but...at least it makes for one hell of a tale that he's sure to tell for years to come. assuming he survives long enough to see it through its end.


faceclaim(s) : ⠀luis serra
appearance description : ettore is described as a handsome man, with sharp features that seem to teeter on the line of refined and rugged. his dark hair is kept short and oftentimes messy and his eyes are a lovely hazel which seem to possess a amber hue in the right lighting.
⠀⠀↬ height . . .⠀6' 1"
⠀⠀↬ weight . . .⠀average


occupation :⠀bard, petty criminal.
⠀⠀skill(s) . . .⠀jack of all trades, charisma, dexterity, persuasion, deception, performance, acrobatics.
language(s) :⠀common, a smidge of elvish.
moral alignment :⠀true neutral.
marital status :⠀blessedly single.
⠀⠀ ship(s) . . .( 0 / 1 )
personality description :⠀as like with many bards and bastards, ettore de biosca is described to be a rather meddlesome and flamboyant man who revels in the attention he draws to himself at every opportunity presented to him. he is charming and sly, cunning and crude, and never the sort to shy away from danger if it means he gets a damn good story to tell by the end of it. when not on his stages he can often be found loitering about one place or another, drinking or gambling or making-merry. seldom keeping to himself as he finds silence and solitude to be entirely too insufferable for his liking. but while he may seem to be nothing more than a showboat and flirt...ettore does have his little secrets. a deeprooted loneliness he tries so desperately to fill and too many regrets than he cares to count. he loves his life and his livelihood, of that there is no doubt, but he hates the path he took to get there. and all the troubles that came with it.




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Character Trivia

01 . . .⠀while gifted in many instruments any many styles of music and storytellng, ettore has a particular affinity for the violin and lute and a passion for all things romantic. he truly is a lover, not a fighter, at heart

02 . . .⠀he absolutely detests baldurian wine, claiming it's a poor-man's drink that tastes like ratpiss. his opinion, however, may be a bit bias as he has had the misfortune of entertaining the family responsible for its production and considers them a bunch of 'uptight cads whose noses are shoved so far up their patron's as-' you get the picture.

03 . . .⠀of all the companions he finds the fiery karlach the most fun to be around. perhaps due to the fact that she actually enjoys the bard's antics and doesn't shut him up or shoo him away when he tries to approach in camp. shadowheart and wyll occasionally entertain him but he's quite certain lae'zel and astarion are just waiting for a chance to kill him. as for gale...well they'd get along better if the damn wizard wasn't such a clam when talking about his trysts with the goddess mistra as he doesn't take too kindly to ettore's pestering and prodding.

04 . . .⠀while his morals might not be in all the right places he can at least claim himself to be a somewhat good man, frowning upon vicious acts of unjust cruelty. he claims it's because they don't make for good stories and songs but truth be told he can't stand the sight of listless bloodshed and adamantly refuses to take part in any acts he considers to be evil or cruel.

05 . . . ⠀it takes a while for ettore to open up about his...reputation in baldur's gate. as the party draws nearer to the city he gets progressively more anxious and while he does a good job of masking his anxieties he can only pretend for so long before he has to come clean and admit his return might not be a welcome one amidst...certain groups of people.

 
i'll get around to actually doing this form later but just needed to save the damn gif for now bc damn

Character Name ‿︵*.☽
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B I O G R A P H Y

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⸺⸺ ⠀Character Trivia

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another bg3 oc has hit the towers
got bored, might finish later or smth

Mezaviel Belad ‿︵*.☽
⠀⠀⠀⸺⸺ ⠀insert a quote here. blah blah blah fancy shit. two lines or three lines maximum. just testing .
pronunciation :⠀meh-zah-vee-elle | bell-ahd.
age :⠀137
gender :⠀male
⠀⠀↬ pronoun(s) . . .⠀he/him
species :⠀high-elf
class :⠀ sorcerer
⠀⠀↬ subclass :⠀wild magic
B I O G R A P H Y

born in the dunk slums of the dredge in skullport, far beneath the great city of waterdeep, mezaviel's earlier years were far from ideal. poverty-stricken, he and his twin sister, iraleth, spent many years just barely getting by. but while iraleth was a calm, talented girl with a keen eye for detail who eventually found herself an apprenticeship for an elderly seamstress--mezaviel was not so fortunate. borne with unstable magics and a hot-temper not a day went by when the young elf did not land himself in some form of trouble. unruly and rebellious much of his youth was spent flitting from one sketchy gang and shady organization to another--he was a pickpocket, a thief, a street brawler, and for a time even a cultist and zealot--briefly involving himself in a small strand of the vigilant group worshipping the devil asmodeus before their leader was executed and the rest scattered to the wind. it's honestly a miracle mezaviel managed to survive as long as he had between his crimes, rebellion, and unpredictable magic but he survived all the same if not with more scars and tales than your average citizen. eventually, however, mezaviel's path would take a much darker turn when he found himself being lulled into the grasp of xanathar's thieves guild...at a great cost. the life of his sister. realizing the error of his ways too late, as failure to comply to the thieves guild initiation would result in his own murder, mezaviel found himself with little to no choice--but, unable to bring himself to kill iraleth, he instead devised a risky plot to stage the murder of his twin--forcing her to flee skullport and waterdeep while he, in turn, brought a bewitched corpse, charred beyond recognition, to the guild as proof of his crime. by sheer luck alone none were able to see through the ruse and he was accepted as a member of their ranks. for the last several decades mezaviel has done well to establish a reputation for himself as a loyal, diligent, and ruthless member of the thieves guild. a spy, an assassin, and enforcer--whatever they needed, he became. it made for a difficult life but one that, despite his earlier reservations, mezaviel has found himself embracing all the same.

prior to his capture by the mindflayers and the


faceclaim(s) : ⠀solas (with hair)
appearance description :
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attire : ⠀formal⠀1⠀2⠀3⠀4
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⸺⸺ ⠀Character Trivia

01 . . .⠀despite being a skilled sorcerer who has learned to tame his unpredictable magic the tadpole has destabilized his control significantly, leading to instability and unintentional outbursts especially when in moments of anger, stress, and despair. suffice to say mezaviel is extremely displeased with this particular
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