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emiwrites3reads · 6 years ago

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His Mate Pt.2

In a world where werewolves has mates, klaus never believed he had had, and if he did that are long gone and wouldn’t want him. That is until he runs from his father and runs in a a young werewolf at the Salvatore house.

Note: there won’t be any smut in this, I don’t write smut nor do I know how to sorry.

Part one: https://emiwrites3reads.tumblr.com/post/189673458016/his-mate-pt1

His mate masterlist; https://emiwrites3reads.tumblr.com/post/190164847716/his-mate-masterlist

Warning: none

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The worst thing about being trapped in a house with two originals? Everything. The taunting every thing you do, staring at you like your steak, and just being annoying.

“I’m suprised Elena still loves you Stephen, oooh and Damon, still single? What a shame, although it makes sense” Klaus says in a sing song voice. Y/n wolf feels on edge, when he’s near, when he’s away, when he speaks, yet his scent is somewhat soothing, which she will never admit to.

“Now tell me little wolf, what about you? Any secret love affairs? Oooh maybe you like Stephen? Damon?” It takes everything for y/n to not turn around and snap is neck. She simply rolls her eyes and doesn’t respond.

“Single then, that’s surprising” he says. The four, including Elijah turn to look at him. Klaus made a compliment, in his odd way. That never happens.

“Oooh someone jealous? Let me guess, Damon here likes little wolf and little wolf doesn’t like him back? Well Damon, looks like you need look for other girlfriends, you don’t seem tk have much like with them” Klaus says catching Damon’s glance to Y/n.

“It’s true isn’t it, little wolf?” No words. Y/n looks to her watch. It’s not even 4:00 pm. She sighs and lays back into the couch. Only to get a call from her Beta.

“Ooh it’s a boy, answer it!” Klaus says. Y/n dare gives him an annoyed look. She answers the phone and quickly, very quickly makes her way to the bathroom and turns the sink on.

“Where are you? It’s a full moon tonight”

“It is?! Crap! Sorry, kinda got kidnapped at the Salvatore house”

“Tell then you need to go cause of the moon, they’ll understand”

“Klaus isn’t the understanding type, neither is his stupid oak tree up his butt brother”

“The originals are there? Need me to send someone?”

“No! I’m fine, plus I got to go, I can’t have them jumping to conclusions and starting wars and killing each other or whatever” she quickly hangs up and leaves just as fast as she entered.

“Ooh what’s the news? Boyfriend? Ohhh even better! Girlfriend?” The hybrid remarks.

“Just a werewolf friend wondering were I am”

“Right cause of the moon, yet you don’t seemed bothered by it” crap. Klaus really knows how to start things and escalate things. Stephen and Damon look her way, waiting for her to answer.

“Werewolves can have rings too, like vampires” she says, although that’s not the reason. Having powerful and mighty witches as friends can help, especially when they know spells that don’t exist.

“A ring? Like the daylight ring?” Stephen replies. Y/n awkwardly nods.

“Look it doesn’t matter, I’m leaving” she says. As she turns Klaus grabs her arm. She tries to pull away but his grib is too strong. Something flashes in his eyes and he lets go.

“Fine, but be back tomorrow morning or you won’t be leaving at all”

“Yes daaad” she replies rolling her eyes. He stops himself from turning around and throwing her into the wall. Y/n leaves the house, surprisingly unharmed.

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The crisp leaves crackle underneath her footing. With each paw stop, her huge black paw comes into eye sight. Knowing her pack, they are already turned.

She scents the air for them. The refreshing air of autum being taken over by sharp wintery cold air enters her nasal cavity. Winter is just over the horizon. Tall pines and maples stretch over head, the golden feathers soon to fall to the harsh coldness of Mystic Falls.

The forestry scent of her pack fills the air. Canine shapes drift just on the horizon ahead, coming to her. They dancing and race, the figures rough housing or pasing around the hill above.

Coming to view, her Beta greets her with a lick on the muzzle, his grey and white wolf making its way to her side. The yellow and brown eyes of her pack turn to her. With a sharp angle pointing to the sky, she lets out a shrieking howl into the wind. Cries sounding of sorrow yet powerful follow behind. The pack takes off into the wild of the night.

As morning comes around, tiredness swells in their forelegs and hind legs. The pack rest inside that of a meadow trapped in spring. Dragging what kill they have, the wolves feast before morning light, lunging under the sky before dawn.

With the sun reaching the horizon and more light flooding it’s way across the sky. Y/n gives her goodbyes to the pack. Finding her clothes in a wooden container by the small lake, she slips her clothes on in an small abandoned building, that the size of a shed.

Stepping into the breach of light, the sharpness kf the cool and crisp air stinks her skin after the sudden barrnesss of her exposed skin.

“Today is not a good day to wear short sleeves” she mutters to herself, taking in the camp in front of her. It’s not special by any means. One of two of the small camps, besides the main residence, which is not all together. Every wolf lives in their own house. While they may be a pack, everyone needs some away time.

This camp is the smaller of the two, but a prettier destination. There are 3 cabins, small but not shed sized. There are two sheds, one for females and one for males. It’s not set though as some wolves could care less. The other camp has five cabins and 3 sheds. For a pack of 15, it helps having a little more space.

“Hey” her beta, tall brawny, and darker complexion, called Romi walks up to her. He too, watches the pack with an careful eye.

“I’ll have to go here, can I borrow your jeep for the day?” Y/n looks over to the bulky, neon green, heavy duty Jeep on a dirt trail. Splashes of mud paint the doors of the vehicle.

“Sure” she hands him over some gas money for thanks and runs to the car after getting the keys from him. Climbing into the seat of the Jeep, and turning on the car, she drives off, hoping to get their in time.

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Y/n steps into the house. Shock covers her face as she sees blood spattered on the wall. She turns and more shock floods through her. All of the vampires, even klaus and his brother and injured in some way. Stephen and Damon lay on the floor unconscious and Elijah leans against the wall, holding his hand to a stab wound. Klaus sits on the couch just staring off into the distance. Pain hidden in his eyes, marked by the tear stained lids.

“Is everyone okay? What happened?” She rushes to Damon and Stephen, almost stoping at Klaus, for reasons she doesn’t understand.

“Mikael came, Rebekah distracted him and lored him away just in time” Damon says, coughing up blood. She bites into her wrists and force feeds the two vampires. Part of her wants to go over to klaus, but she doesn’t trust neither if the originals.

“No, don’t...” Damon tries to say, Stephen too but she continues. Pulling away, she helps the two stand. She runs down to where the blood bags are, following her nose for the most part. She grabs two, then two more. She carries them to the originals and gives them to the two vampires. At first that don’t accept, especially klaus, but soon they agree.

“I can’t believe that stupid... err when I find him I will rip him organ by organ” klaus announces to the group.

Y/n walks over to Damon while Klaus walks over to them. “Thank you” she looks to him, suprised.

“For what?”

“Well, you go those blood bags didn’t you?” She swallow. Feelings bubble inside of her, something about how he speaks, walks, she loves it, but his actions.... repulses her.

A knock comes to the door, “Y/n, a young man named Romi is asking for you” her Beta runs in, wearily watching the vampires.

“Julia is hurt, so are some others like August and Sarah” some of the younger pack members, Julia in high school and the twins Augeat and Sarah in college with her.

“I’m coming”

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- @chloe-skywalker

#klaus mikaelson #klaus #klaus x werewolf reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #salvatore #vampire diaries #the originals #mikeal mikaelson #werewolf #vampire #emi3ffics

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haddonfieldproject · 5 years ago

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<<PREVIOUS⏺<<CONTENTS>>

1.2.10 HALLOWEEN NIGHT/NOVEMBER 1st 5:32 am‬

Warren County, Illinois

Deputy Sheriff Ben Meeker roared his brown and tan police cruiser almost right up to the shattered front door of Jamie Lee's Diner. As his headlights sparkled across all the shattered glass around the parking lot, his heart sank. Deputy McGrath of the US Marshals followed quickly in his black GMC Savanna, his headlights cutting through the rain and illuminating the fat and frightened face of Justin Lore, the man who had phoned 911 twenty minutes before.

As Meeker popped open his door and stepped out into the storm, more cruisers: some county, some state, some unknown—probably Feds he gathered by the looks of them—tore over the curb and splashed into the parking lot as well. Within moments, the holocaust of multiple flashing lights illuminated the walls and windows of the diner like a Christmas tree.

“Jesus Gawd Ben,” Justin moaned, coming around the side of the car to meet Meeker, “It's like a gawd damn massacre in there. Where's Leigh?”

Ben put a hand on the shoulder of the man he had known his whole life and together they ran back toward the restaurant, stopping just outside doors under the cover of the awning. Once there, Ben removed the hood of his rain coat and leaned against a line of rusted newspaper dispensers that had been empty for at least six months. No one read the newspaper anymore.

“Leigh's busy,” Ben said, watching as Deputy McGrath exited the vehicle and walked casually toward them as if he was oblivious to the drenching rain. “He's had---a err..family emergency.”

Justin didn't seem to care, “It's so bad...” he said, visibly fighting back tears, “I took the weekend shifts at the mill because holidays comin' up and all, so I came in here to get some breakfast before headin' out to work..and it's just plain awful Bengie...just awful.”

“Are you ready Deputy Meeker?” McGrath asked matter-of-factly.

Meeker nodded, “Call Mitch Larabee over at the Mill and tell him what happened and then go home, take a hot shower, and try to go back to sleep.” He said to Justin, “If Mitch has any questions tell him to call me.”

Justin sniffed and nodded. Ben didn't wait for him to go, instead he un-holstered his sidearm, and followed McGrath into the restaurant, their boots crunching on broken glass as they stepped in. All the lights were on, the jukebox was still playing...

Mr. Sandman

Bring me a dream

Make him the cutest

That I've ever seen.

There was a smoky smell, something had definitely burned, or was still burning in the kitchen. Meeker was pretty sure it was eggs. Directly in front of the door, laying on her back on a bed of broken glass was Taylor Rumspitz, her lifeless eyes were fixed on the ceiling, both arms lay outstretched in a gory Christ-pose. The top half of her head was completely blown off and flies were already beginning to light on the corner of her half-open mouth. A tray of broken dishes sat in the puddle of her blood and brains, along with a blood-soaked receipt.

A pang of sadness struck Meeker's chest like an electric shock. She was such a good kid, he thought, working her way through Community College classes at Langdon, picking up late shifts to provide for her and her son. Meeker had dated her mother Carol Rumspitz in the eleventh grade. Now he'd have to tell her that her daughter was dead.

Another waitress, Wilhelmina Peters, another girl Meeker had dated in High School lay face-down in a puddle of blood in the middle of the aisle between the window booths and the tables. Meeker felt a lump form in his throat. He also recognized Marshall Weathers and his good friend Pat Reagor slumped over in one of the booths. They met every morning here before sun-up to go fishing out on Harris Lake, wonder what led them out here in the storm ‪this morning‬, Meeker thought.

Tradition. His mind answered.

McGrath's voice startled him, “Can you ID all these victims?”

“Yes sir,” Meeker said dryly.

More cops filed past them, spreading out in a fan all over the restaurant. In the far corner Meeker saw Kyla Ruckshaw and her seven year old son Davey slumped over in another booth. Kyla met her ex-husband early on Saturday mornings to pass the kid off, per their divorce agreement. Davey's dad Donald Yates worked late nights at the same mill as Justin Lore, and picked his son up when he got off of work. They had been doing that since Davey was in diapers.

Meeker felt light-headed all of a sudden, his legs felt like they were stuck in jello. That was the thing about being a small town cop Deputy McGrath, he thought, of course I can ID all these victims. I know everything about every single one of them.

And it's gonna be even worse for Leigh, he thought, thinking of his friend and mentor who was sitting up at Haddonfield General right now with his daughter, not knowing whether or not Annie was gonna survive the horrific attack on her from that psychopathic lunatic. Now we have two more crazies butchering the townspeople. It felt so surreal, It's like the end of the goddamn world, he thought, this is just gonna kill Leigh.

Officer Mullenix came from the kitchen looking very pale, “Booger's dead,” he said with a wretch, referring to “Booger” Bernard Tyson, the head breakfast cook at the diner. “They stuck his head in the grease fryer.”

That explains the smell, Meeker thought rubbing his temples with one hand and holstering his sidearm with the other. “What the fuck is going on?” he whispered.

“I'll tell you what's going on,” McGrath answered, pulling a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and popping it in his mouth, “What's going on is that you have two very disturbed individuals out there and they're apparently still at large.” He took a deep breath, “Deputy Meeker, we have to find these individuals. We have to end this right here, right now in your town.”

“I agree sir,” Meeker took a deep breath himself and straightened up, he raised his voice, “Well boys, we need to get to bagging and tagging. We need to collect all the evidence, get all the photos we can get.”

“Forensics is finishing up at the park with that Tramer boy and are en route now,” Officer Kinnerly aka 'Doughboy' called out.

Meeker nodded and waved his hand.

“But Deputy Sheriff Meeker sir?” Doughboy said.

Meeker turned, McGrath turned as well. “What is it Kip?” Meeker asked.

“EMS boys got on the horn after taking that last girl...”

“Alice Martin,” Meeker's voice cracked. He cleared his throat and raised his voice so the other officers could hear him, “Come on boys! These are our people men, we can at least remember their names.”

“Yes sir,” Doughboy corrected himself, “After they dropped Alice off at County General, EMS boys got on the horn and told us that the morgue at the hospital is full sir.”

“Shit,” McGrath breathed under his breath.

“It's the Fetanyl sir...you know...the morgue's pretty much been full up all the time this past few years.”

“What about Yuva's funeral home?” Meeker asked.

“Well, that Tramer boy is there and Mr. Gudipati says he's already got three others who passed earlier this week. He says he can't take anymore either.” Doughboy answered.

“That's what I was afraid of,” McGrath growled.

“Well we can take them over to Russellville, they have..” Meeker began but McGrath cut him off.

“No, they have to stay here in Warren County.”

“Why?” Meeker asked.

“I hate to tell you this Deputy Meeker, but shit has just officially hit the fan.” McGrath replied.

“Well we just don't have a place to put all these people. We're not used to having so many people come up dead in one night in a small town like this Deputy McGrath.” Meeker put his hands on his hips, “Just what do you suggest we do?”

McGrath smacked his gum. “We need to get in touch with Springfield.”

“Why's that?” Meeker asked..

McGrath pulled his phone from his pocket. “With a body count this high and no where left to process the victims, we're gonna have to call in a response team...you know what that means?”

“What, like a portable morgue?”

“That's part of it. It means a whole fucking fleet of forensic people, pathologists, medical examiners, coroners...the whole shabang.” McGrath answered, looking through the contacts list in his phone.

“Okay...” Meeker answered, sensing more.

“You see the problem with that is, since ‪9/11‬, these kind of Ops Teams..or D-MORTs as they are called....are operated by the National Disaster Medical System, and they can only be requested by the Governor.”

“Okay....,” Meeker led him on again.

“That's National, as in Washington DC... by sunrise Deputy Meeker, your little town is going to be crawling with feds.”

McGrath hit a button on his phone and put it to his ear. He then added, “And the press.”

Meeker put his hand on his head and winced.

NEXT>>

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niftybottle · 5 years ago

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Hey @tulipsandsake, I’m your @bering-and-wells-exchange person. I saw you reblog D&D and Critical Role stuff, so I thought I’d do designs for Myka and Helena as D&D characters. Helena is a half-Drow multiclass Bard (College of Glamour)/Artificer (Battle Smith), while Myka is an old-school (2e/AD&D/Baldur’s Gate era) human dual Kensai->Mage. (I don’t have races/subclasses for everyone, but Artie is a college of lore bard, Claudia is an Artificer, Pete is a fighter, and I’m not sure what Leena is). Helena is very much a “seduce anything that moves” ~D&D Bard~, while Artie is very much not - he leans hard into the collection of lore/jack of all trades angle, and while he can play music very well he borders on anti-social. This is the source of some of the tension between them, with his distrust for her Drow parentage occupying most of the rest.

At this point I’m going interrupt to give a blanket apology if I explain something you already know - it’s hard to judge knowledge levels with a gift exchange without ruining the surprise, so I’m going to err on the side of explaining things just in case.

Helena is a bard to capture the importance of her novels, but novel-writing isn't the most practical in a fight or as a live performance, so I gave her an instrument. I chose the hurdy-gurdy, which is a (real) instrument with a very silly name. I picked it because it is very complex and mechanical, like something she might have invented or cobbled together. It’s kind of like an automatic violin or fiddle - rather than being plucked or bowed, a crank on the side is rotated, which moves a wheel across the strings. Rather than frets there are keys which hold the strings at certain points when pressed. There are also “drone” strings, which play a given note (that can be adjusted using a tuning peg) whenever the wheel is turned. You can technically “play” a drone string by holding a sting as if a guitar string as the wheel turns, but that isn’t traditional. Both drone and melody strings can be adjusted using tuning pegs, and apparently you can adjust the exact note the keys play. Some hurdy-gurdys (but not Helena's) also have additional strings not played by the wheel that can be played like a guitar. Hurdy-gurdys do not have much standardization, and the number/presence of all the different kinds of strings can vary.

Helena's bard college I went back and forth with - the college of glamour is about charming, as in the magic, which does suit her, but the college of lore would also be good. Ultimately I decided that college of lore would be better for Artie. Battle Smith, her artificer specialization, I kind of chose to make the character a little more practical to play - artillerist might have suited her character a touch more, but not too much more, and the battle smith's ability to use intelligence for (magic) weapon attacks/damage reduces the important stats to two (int and cha) rather than three (adding str or dex for weapon rolls). Helena's Steel Defender is Dickens the Mechanical Cat, and he can turn the crank for the hurdy-gurdy, letting her play it with one hand.

I don't have her backstory completely pinned down; I feel like her Drow parent escaped to the surface rather than being a functioning member of Drow society, if only to reduce the sketchiness of the alternative method of conception. Christina is definitely a valid "reason for adventuring", but Endless Wonder or fleeing the consequences of a lab accident or charm spell wearing off are also possibilities.

In terms of the illustration itself, I tried to balance bard flamboyance, artificer practicality with a touch of mad science, and Helena's canonical slightly Victorian elegance. I definitely needed the fancy bard hat, because I am of the firm belief that every bard needs a fancy hat. She's wearing a cute pair of overalls (and I now have "stylish overalls" in my google search history), but they got covered by Dickens :( . With the more muted browns inspired by the artificer half as well as her canon style, she was looking a little drab for a bard, so I added a little cape. In terms of skin/hair/eyes and being half-Drow my thoughts were kind of: leaning in to the purplish/blue/lavender skin thing some illustrations of Drow have, because between the inherent problems of the evil elves having black skin and wanting to stay fifty feet away from anything that might come close to being a race-bend I wasn't going to deal with having her skin be darker. I think it turned out OK? For some reason Helena's eye color is significant to me, so they stayed brown rather than Drow purple or something, though they wound up a bit brighter thanks to my attempts to add a little purple. Jaime Murray's hair is iconic, but more for its smoothness and luster than its color, so I was fine making it white as long as I kept the style. The hurdy-gurdy was a bit of a nightmare (twice over, since I had to ink it), which isn't surprising - I kind of cursed myself with that instrument choice, but it was so perfect ;_; . In general, and especially in comparison with Myka, Helena's illustration fought me the whole way down. If you watch the time-lapse, you can see some of the references I used, but far from all - I streamed so much hurdy-gurdy playing youtube is still confused, and the pose went through some shenanigans.

Now, to Myka. Thinking of her pre-med before pre-law before secret service vaguely remembered quote, I thought of the old Baldur's Gate fighter(kensai)->mage cheese build, and thought it might be a good way to capture that simultaneous indecision and discipline/intelligence.

Going very briefly into Baldur's Gate/2e: Kensai, in BG, is a Fighter kit. Kits, in BG and 2e both, are a little like specializations in 5e, in that they are a kind of further customization beyond the class itself. The difference is, not every character has a kit - there is a base class (fighter) and a kit is a set of trade-offs, taking away base class features in exchange for various benefits. So fighter, the base kit, is pretty similar to the fighter in other editions - good at using weapons and armor and attacking a lot. Can equip the best stuff, and use it well, but doesn't get a lot of bonuses apart from that of equipment. Kensai (in BG), on the other hand, trades the ability to wear armor (and use non-thrown ranged weapons) for scaling bonuses to to-hit and damage (abstracting some things for you), and a minor one-time bonus to natural armor, as well as the Kai ability, which temporarily maxes out damage on successful attacks, usable a few times a day, depending on class level. In short, they trade off the armor portions of the Fighter class for additional weapon bonuses.

In Baldur's Gate, if you want to build a dual fighter/wizard, kensai is a great pick for kit, since wizards can't cast in armor anyway, but they can cast spells to boost their AC, mitigating some of the disadvantage of the kit. Mage is a base class and basically what would be called a wizard in later editions. Mage kits, with the exception of wild mage (in BG), which is a whole thing I won't get into, are pretty much picking a school to specialize in - they get bonuses to spells of that school, but there is an "opposing" school which they can't use at all. I wouldn't be terribly interested in those specializations even if I could use them for Myka, but I couldn't, because of how dual-classing works.

Dual-classing in BG and 2e is one of two methods to have more than one class on a character. Which one you can do depends on your race (as does a lot of things in 2e). If you're human, you dual-class; if you're not, you multi-class. Multi-class characters are more what you'd expect from multi-classing in other editions - you have two classes, you gain levels in both. There are differences (exp is divided evenly between classes, rather than choosing what to level, class and combination restrictions), but most relevantly, you can't use any kits with multi-class characters. So, we want to dual-class, not multi-class, so that Myka can use the Kensai (BG) kit, which makes her human, which is fine.

Dual-classing, compared to multi-classing, is weird. Basically, you start off in one class, with a kit if you like, and level normally in that class/kit until you decide to switch, at which point you are done with the first class and can't level in it anymore. Then you *start over* in your new class (which cannot have a kit), as if you were a level one character in that class, without (effectively) the ability to use anything from the previous class (except hp). This continues until the number of levels in the second class exceeds that of the levels in the first class, at which point the character regains all the qualities and abilities of their first class. Dual classes can wind up quite powerful, but they require both planning and a willingness to be weaker for a time to be more powerful later (which I feel suit Myka well - she's a planner and has the patience and discipline to accept temporary weakness to be stronger later). So, given that we want to use the Kensai (BG) kit, Myka needs to start with it, and then switch to mage later, since the second class can't have a kit.

At this point I want to clarify why I keep specifying Baldur's Gate and/or D&D 2e for things. Turns out, Baldur's Gate does use D&D 2e as a base, but makes some modifications. One of the changes it makes, which I didn't know when I started this, is the Kensai kit itself. Kensai is not officially a 2e kit, and technically isn't in 2e at all. There is a (fighter-ish) class in the "Oriental Adventures" book for first edition, but it isn't quite the same, more it's own class that happens to share some tables with fighter. Since the end goal is character design, not creating a legal 2e character, I won't go too far into it, but I did create both a (cheated to level up) Baldur's Gate kensai -> mage and a (1e-ish)Kensai->(2e)Mage, using the rules from 2e for most things not directly in the Kensai class description (and ignoring the stat requirements for dual-classing since I didn't roll any 17s); screenshots of both should be in the supplemental reblog, in addition to a link to Helena's dndbeyond character sheet.

Fortunately for me and my lack of foresight, both BG Kensai and 1/2e Kensai have similar flavor: a heavily "eastern" inspired warrior with even more discipline and asceticism than standard fighters, focused on their weapons and unable to wear armor, with a restriction to either lawful (1/2e) or at least not chaotic (BG) alignments (if this sounds a little monk-ish WotC agrees - kensai is a monk specialization in 5e, being a monk that can use a not-monk weapon). Also fortunately for me, mage is wizard is mage, regardless of edition. Magic from book learning/intelligence. Not too complicated.

In terms of character narrative, in canon, I feel like coming to the Warehouse was a significant breakpoint in Myka's life and worldview. Not being a writer, this small essay notwithstanding, I'm going to sum it up as a break from tradition and from seeking the approval of her father. Where joining the Warehouse crew was for canon Myka, I want dualing from Kensai to Mage to be for DnD Myka, with reaching the point where she can use Kensai features again representing the peace with her past she eventually reaches at the warehouse in canon. What I'm picturing is: Myka is from an isolated and very traditional mountain village where the kensai tradition (and 2e mechanics) has been preserved. Myka is trained in this tradition, and has both the mental discipline and physical capabilities to excel. The people of this village are purists and don't believe in using magic, especially in conjunction with being a kensai. Somehow (at this point my having thought this through starts to fail) Myka gets ahold of some spellbooks, and with her love of books and curiosity, begins to read and reread them, until one day she casts some magic. This is against the rules, and she's kicked out of the village for "corrupting" their traditions, and now she has to make her way through the world with only her fledgling mage talent to rely on.

Talking about the illustration/design itself: given the heavily eastern vibe, I'm trying for a samurai/ronin style based on my recollections from my weeb phase. I wanted in particular with the robe/kimono to make something that would be in between the plain practicality of Myka's kensai kimono and the flashiness of wizard robes (if you watch the timelapse, you may spot the part where I accidentally took a left turn into fallout's vault boy coloration before tweaking it a bit). I also wanted to have her using magic, and I think the magic effect turned out well. Really, this illustration just came out really easy. I was just … drawing hands. If you watch the timelapse, I even saved a third hand for a while because it was so nice (but at the wrong angle). I don't know what happened. Really the only snags were the aforementioned Vault Boy Moment and coloring Myka's hair (although I did decide to leave her face as a sketch rather than try to ink it).

I think maybe I've babbled enough for now. I'll reblog this in a moment (since tumblr hates links) with character sheets, timelapses of the drawings, and a bonus doodle that came to me reading the artificer specializations.

#Bering and Wells #Warehouse 13 #Bering and Wells Holiday Exchange #tulipsandsake #my art #wow I sure can write when that's not the focus of what I'm doing #ask me about dnd apparently

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josthecommision · 8 years ago

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Super detailed questions about your OC: Jozre and Alinthiel

(I had to get rid of some questions because they were either not applicable to the universe the characters are in or don't really seem important or simply I couldn't answer very well)

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? Its embarrassing and personal question haha. Jozre Alcazier is a corruption or Jose Hebrew meaning “God increases” and Alcazar in Moorish means “palace” or “fortress”. Alinthiel is really just a name that sounds good and elfish but also got inspired by the anime MAGI with the main character Aladin.

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

Jozre: “I don't really have a title, not yet I guess”

Alinthiel: “I am currently the Alchemy instructor of the Winterhold university mostly because they lacked one.....oh and one of the Thalmor’s most wanted. Long story.”

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

Jozre: “I like to think I had a good childhood overall. Growing up in an environment with different intermingled cultures has its perks and I enjoyed every bit of it. Still, I regret having been a terrible kid with my brothers and I had a few bullies in my life but I just shrugged most bulling off for the most part”

Alinthiel: I had a very nice childhood in the imperial city but the haunting truth that we were fugitives speaking against the Aldmeri Dominion always seemed to hover above us. Then the great war reached us in the city and...well you know how war can be with teenagers”

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

Jozre: I love my parents and mostly have good memories of us having good times but they would once in a wile have very heated arguments. Kind of made me feel helpless and scared we wouldn't be a family any more. Guess there is nothing good with out the bad”

Alinthiel: “despite the stress from obvious reasons, I had good memories with my parents like the time my mom would teach magic. The Imperial city was a nice place to live in before the war despite the whole Oblivion crisis thing. Life was sometimes quiet and boring though because we did not leave our house too much in fear of Thalmor spies spotting us.”

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

Jozre: “four actually: Dahvi, Rafa, Oscar. We are in really good terms now but I was a little brat to everyone when I was little. Its kind of a sore and shameful subject for me and try to make up for it all every time I get.

Alinthiel: “No not I don't but sure wished I had a little sister or brother”

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

Jozre: “I have always had mixed feelings about school. I enjoy what I learned in high school because its useful now but it all could have came with out the bullies. Wile I could shrug out most, there was one time when the line was crossed and they abused my romantic feelings. Once I found out a girl I liked had vanished after being attacked by the bully, I kind of killed him and that ended with me becoming a criminal to the imperials. I loved Alchemy and my teacher was the best man I have known but hated biology because of a terrible teacher I had”

Alinthiel: “ohhh I loved school although I was technically home schooled. Mom said she did not want me in the college of whispers and the synods because “they are selfish and self serving fungus sippers” and the Telvanii have a very rigid and ignorantly black and white belief about magic and themselves. My mom was once studied with the Psijjics so she knew what she was doing and also attended classes in the college of Winterhold. Being mostly secluded to our house, I was always happy about learning. My favorite subject was Mysticism but I hated home education: I cant clean and end up burning everything I cook!”

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?

Jozre: “not many, no. The few friends I had were great though but we moved a lot so the friendships don't last long. I do like to think they think of me once in a wile and that one day we will get together again like old times.

Alinthiel: oh yes tons! I made friends in the Imperial city among the children and young adults when I lived there and even befriended a Moth priest. I would get to see them when I could leave our house but would sneak out at times to hang out more. Sure hope they made it ok after the war....”

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Jozre: “I adopted an old and blind dog when I was young. I still remember how sad and damp the poor old dog was when I first found him, it was raining harsh outside and I just could not let him die alone. Poor Leo was the sweetest and kindest old blind pooch you would ever meet and it brings me to tears how one day, he just died of old age. I like to think I made his last days happy ones though I cant shake the feeling I failed him too. I never stop thinking about him.”

Alinthiel: “We had the whole thing of being nice but not taking in animals. we were never animal people but my mom thought me this animal empathy spell she learned from the wood elves and its amazing! not as potent as the wood elfs themselves though.”

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

Jozre: “Not any more then any other I guess”

Alinthiel: “guess magic don't count huh? well, no I guess not particularly. we got an understanding but that's about it”

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

Jozre: “I don't have any cubs of my own. I think I would leave the idea of having children to my love because personally, I am fine with or without. I would like to believe that I would be the father to help my cubs along with life and guide them so that they don't make the same mistakes I did. Be loving but fair and bestow as many good values as I can with out spoiling them”

Alinthiel: “err, id have to find the “right guy” or girl, I don't judge” but I can be picky and I am always busy with my work.”

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

Jozre: “whole milk will out right kill me....or at least it would feel like my insides are being turned open. I need to drink a special lactose free milk or rely on cheese for my calcium.”

Alinthiel: “I cant eat sugary or caffeinated foods as far as I know, you REALY don't want to see me on a high. That is why I confine my self to my study when ever I am in one”

12. What is their favourite food?

Jozre: “oh man do I love food that is spicy and sweet food! I love Rimmani chocolate masala. I am a lover of good food so my preferences are too long to count. I will say that I love fruit and nuts as well”

Alinthiel: “I don't really have a preference but do enjoy eating strange and exotic or alien foods. Those argonian spiced snake was amazing and the way they used the poison was a nice zing! don't eat when mouth sores tough....because you know.....the whole dyeing thing”

13. What is their least favourite food?

Jozre: “anything that is too greasy and bitter food. I hate bitter food and drink and that Dunmer/ dark elf shit is nasty, how do they swallow that slop they call drink?”

Alinthiel: “I don't really have a dislike for something but I do not like putting time into food like those boiled crabs you have to open and scrape out the meat. I am always busy and doing something so I need something that I can grab and eat with out any hassle. now if you serve it already out of the shell, I will not complain”

14. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

Jozre: “I love cooking because I know I can make something I like. I am no gourmet chef and your bound to be disappointed if you want some pretty piece of art but I like to think I make delicious food. I never go hungry”

Alinthiel: “burn food, remember?”

15. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

Jozre: “I like to collect spices and alchemical herbs when ever I can get my hands on them. I also like to collect swords and armor I find, can clean and carry with me for later use. no, I am not a hoarder”

Alinthiel: “books of ancient lore and magic~ I love books!”

16. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else?

Jozre: “love, adventure and...well, Instruction texts of Daibella.”

Alinthiel: “magical lore and elder scrolls if I ever get my hands on one...they do count right?”

17. What’s their least favourite genres?

Jozre and Alinthiel: “Dunmer propaganda, specially Dres and Telvanii.”

18. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

Jozre: “never been to a musical before but I like music with flair and passion. When ever I hear the guitar, drums and or trumpets, I swing my tail and ignore I dance like a dork!”

Alinthiel: “the classical with the harms and the hymns~ oh how beautiful they can be~.......you should try them! I also like weird and atmospheric are surprisingly good”

19. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

Jozre: “I once had a really bad and quick temper when I was younger and would get very violent when pushed too far. Ever since I met Mi’Jirra and she became part of my life, it takes so much more to get me angry and knowing she is there for me and I for her gives me the confidence and strength to be a stronger person. I will, how ever, not tolerate any harm coming to Mi’Jirra and her family”

Alinthiel: “racism and ignorance just make me boil! that is why I have no patience for the Thalmor, stormcloaks and most dark elves. other than that, I am probably too mellow and sleepy to care. Just don't mess with my research”

20. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

Jozre: “I usually have a good memory and can remember things most don't, specialy if its of interest to me but I am terrible with names most of the time. I am good with faces though and can recognize some one visually better then by name”

Alinthiel: “hah, my mind is like a steel trap and can remember every but of text and lore and memory I have ever gotten my neurons on. Probably explains the headaches and mild insomnia”

21. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

Jozre: “I sleep the whole 7-8 hours one needs and am usually very adaptable to my needs. I snore very lightly but may snore loud if I am not flat on my bed. I usually can sleep wherever and am not picky but I do prefer a slightly soft bed that conforms to me as best as possible. I am ashamed to say that once in a wile, I sleep walk and may act out what I am dreaming or just walk around and mumble nonsense”

Alinthiel: “I actually love sleeping just as much as I like studding so I get a snooze when ever I allow myself. I have been told that I snore but I am sure that is not true” it totally is true.

22. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

Jozre: “I find witty and ironic things funny as well as life stories retold as a joke. I like to think I have a good and broad sense of humor. I on the other hand am a bit of a hit and miss when it comes to telling comedy though people have told me that I am funnier when I am not actively trying to be funny but do or say something amusing”

Alinthiel: “most people don't find it funny but I find most pun comedy to be hilarious like the one about telling jokes...periodically!” *begins to snort and wheeze*

23. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

Jozre: “I usually don't notice but people tell me I always have this warm smile to me and wag my tail when I am in a good mood. I also tend to whistle tunes and act a little giddy once in a wile. I also tend to sing songs I like even though I cant sing even to save my life”

Alinthiel: “When I am happy, I like to dance and waltz around as well as act like a total nerd about the topic of magic at the current situation”

24. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

Jozre: “betrayal and disloyalty really hurt me the most as well as failing those I love more than anything else in the world. I get this sense of worthlessness that really bums me out and makes me ask ‘why’. I have never cried openly, too proud for that. Unfortunately, sadness would soon lead to rage and a desperate need to enact justice. Fortunately, I have become much less susceptible to this once I met Mi’Jirra and my other friends because of the strength they give me. Now I just let things flow down the river”

Alinthiel: “remembering what the Thalmor did to me and my people’s reputation really gets me down though everything unfair in this world bothers me. How unfair and unjust the pro Thalmor altmer, the dark elves, some of the nords and their gods treat others really gets my blood boiling. That is why I am so determined to finish my research into finally shattering all barriers between races and world to eliminate beliefs of superiority and make everyone happy. The thought that I may never achieve this also bothers me greatly but I cant stop now”

25. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

Jozre: “Molag Bal and his penchant to corrupt and flay the souls of others absolutely horrifies me to the core. I also find spiders and zombies to be scary but the thing that scares me the most? Loosing Mi’Jirra and not being able to be with her forever in this world and the next. I know its probably selfish and pathetic but I cant go on as I am now with out her and that is why I dedicate my self to protecting her and supporting her in any way” Jozre acts serious but with a visible hint of desperation and fight or flight instinct ready to explode.

Alinthiel: “I am afraid of being trapped in this world after death, to linger on aimlessly bound to the earth bones as a spirit or being reincarnated into this world again wile nords go to sovenguard and so on. Its not fair. I want everyone to have the freedom of bliss after death.”

26. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

Jozre: “Depends. I become over protective of my loved ones and promise to guard their secrets with out telling a soul. With my enemies is another story entirely because one’s fear is a powerful weapon. I know its dark to use your enemies fears against them but I like to have the ability to control confrontations and with them before they heat up.

Alinthiel: “I believe in a fair fight so I don't use fears of others unless I really have to”

27. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

Jozre: “I practice my sword and shield once in a wile and do a lot of lifting work at the docs when ever they need muscle. Most of the time however, I....practice yoga and my Daibellan arts in private if you get my meaning” Jozre those a kind of belly dancing were he exercises the hip, core, thigh and pelvic muscles as well as building control of his motion among other work outs.

Alinthiel: “I mostly dance actually. I also do Yoga”

28. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

Jozre: “I used to drink a lot for a year but stopped outright after I met Mi’Jirra and her family so I could seem like a better person. It was also bad for my health so there is that though I do drink during special occasions but just enough to be social. When I did drink my fill, I was a giggle box and would laugh at almost any joke, I also had a bit of a tipsy gate but only fell down once. There was that one time...I kind of ran down the road naked and scared everyone saying I was a were bunny. I don't judge anyone for drinking as long as they keep it civil and friendly. I do tease my friends when their smashed though but make sure I am there to help”

Alinthiel: “oh man do I ever! I love drinking and know how to drink most under the table hahaha! I use magic to keep my self composed enough to not get into too much trouble but when I am drunk, I am a singer and kind of tend to ramble on about philosophical nonsense”

29. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

Jozre: “I like to dress comfortable and practical with simple v neck tunics and loose shorts that end at bellow the knees. I like to sleep on my loincloth actually which I only say, makes me feel free but grips well on the hips. Its when I expect any danger when I wear my armor at all times, even if its just a gambeson. I like to comb my hair back after cleaning it carefully though it always looks wolfish because of how silky it is”

Alinthiel: “I like to dress to look as intelligent as I am and for that, I prefer robes and tunics with cultural designs. I been rocking the winterhold instructor style and I love it actually though the nord wool is too itchy to wear on skin so I wear an altmeri silk dress beneath. I like to always be prepared so I like to carry my tools with me like potions, flasks, my note tome and enchanted jewelry of my own design with practical and empowering functions. I like to sleep on the softest and silkiest shirts and dresses for a good sleep so I made sure to bring my own. Nords are not known for their soft textiles. I love my hair mostly because it keeps me work in the wintery north and its a nice pillow so I make sure to comb it straight and side ways on my crown for some glamor. even a bookworms got to look good right?”

30. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

Jozre: I like to wear slightly loose fitting loincloths that make me feel free and are easy to remove. I hate it when cloth articles squeeze and grip my unmentionables”

Alinthiel: I like to wear a set of tights under another, I like them conforming to me, you know?

31. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

Jozre: “I am of a bulky broad shoulder and muscular complexion with a wide torso and hips and I am 6′7 give or take because of my natural Cathey-Rhat stature. I think I like my body, I feel happy with my self and know that so do my loved ones”

Alinthiel: “I am a little short for a high elf at around 6 feet tall and am a bit on the thin side with long limbs though I have no muscle at all. I don't really mind my body, never rally gave it a though to be honest. Not proud or ashamed, I just am.”

32. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

Jozre: “My most guilty pleasure has to be sex. I am sorry but when I am with my one and only in bed after hours of passion and love, I rarely am happier of my life then at that moment. What's worse is that I am so invested in making my love as happy and as pleased as she would ever be that I practice how to move and read how to best pleasure a woman to the point of it being what I am best at. I am better in bed than in the battle field for crying out loud!”

“my unguilty pleasure? good food by far and it shows when ever at the table. When I eat something that is perfectly cooked and spiced like my favorite food, I take my time savoring every bite and tend to be the last to finish haha”

Alinthiel: “my guilty pleasure has to be sleeping, I cant help it! besides almost always being tired to a degree, I just find sleep in a nice warm bed to be too calming to resist”

“my unguilty pleasure has to be a nice pint or 5 of hard cider ale! oh man do I love getting drunk and tasting that sweet nectar go down so smoothly, its art to make good cider ale or Vodka. I think I know a furry friend of mine that also likes cider ale.”

33. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

Jozre: “besides, well, my skill in bed, I am actually really good at fighting and specially at tank support roles. I have built the dexterity and endurance to be able to take a lot of punishment and dish it back just as hard. wile I am good at fighting, I am even better at protecting others with pin point block and saves wile providing support. My favorite Hobby would have to be traveling and enjoying diverse cultures around the world. I love to learn of the other cultures and to taste their foods and drinks is one of the most fulfilling things in my life.

Alinthiel: “I am very good at magic and love to practice it when ever I am not asleep, busy on my responsibilities or drinking a nord under the table. Thanks to being a high elf, I had ample time to hone my self so I can actually sing very well or well enough”

34. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

Jozre: “I like to read yea, not my favorite past time but don't hate it. I am a middle ground reader you know? not too fast but not slow. I like poetry and nice literature, there are a good few classics out there to learn from”

Alinthiel: “Do I like to read? hahaha you forgot I am a mage? come on man, course I do like to read, yea! I am a fast reader, I have to be so that I can learn all I can about the topic I study. Poetry and fiction are hind of meh for me but what I hate is that pompous self indulgent of the dark elves. You think the Thalmor are the only bad birds around? Go visit the Telvanii and Dres and you will learn how much of a bunch of munchkins they are”

35. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

Jozre: “I have always admired my family but most of all, I admire Mi’Jirra for her amazing skill in magic and willingness to live life at its fullest and protect herself from anyone. I guess I admire peoples determination and ability to live and love” “another thing that I admire Mi’Jirra is her amazing skill in magic which is recognized even by savants like Alinthiel as a person of immense potential. I on the other hand can barely use enough magic to cast the simplest spells naturally. Not being gifted is after a set back of being a Cathey-Rhat: we bigger cats just don't have the natural ability others have”

Alinthiel: “I admire heroism, honesty and fairness. Some one that will not do things selfishly or trick others for self serving motives. Sadly, I have never read of any hero in all of tamrielic history as pure of heart and soul as I would prefer.”

36. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

Jozre: “Not really, I don't like coffee. Now sweets like Moon sugar, pies and breads is another story!”

Alinthiel: “why would anyone like an energy potion? Their too bitter for normal consumption and it may give you a heart attack if too much is drunk. I prefer to suck on a coffee bean instead of drinking it”

37. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

Jozre: “I am straight. I kind of have a thing for shorter girls, I don't know why. Though I really cant find anyone but my current girlfriend as truly attractive. Mentally, I prefer a girl that is loyal and willing to deeply love me just as I would love her. I don't really care about personal quirks really because I am generally a very flexible guy and am willing to conform to a girl I love with in reason.”

Alinthiel: “I haven really given any thought on it. I mean I have never been with anyone. I guess my “knight in shining armor” would be someone that would appreciate me and the work I do to better the lives of others and protect the weak and downtrodden from oppressors. Probably some one that would support my cause. As for what sex I prefer, I guess I am what they call bisexual but never interested me to think of it. I guess who ever comes first and wins me over”

38. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

Jozre: “I have always wanted to be a hero bus more importantly, a hero to a beautiful maiden like in the stories. I guess you could say that my dreams have evolved ever sines I met Mi’Jirra in the streets of Whiterun. My life’s goals now are really to live my life to the fullest alongside Mi’Jirra and to protect her from all harm as best as I can. When it comes down to it, all I want is to live and love and would sacrifice anything to be with Mi’Jirra and see her happy as long as she was ok with it”

Alinthiel: “My life’s ambition is to defeat the Thalmor and end the savage cycle of violence and hate that plagues our land. I don't know how and I don't know if I would ever be able to fully achieve this even if I find the right emperor’s candidate to sit in the ruby throne and rule with fairness and wisdom. My greatest ambition, how ever, is to defy and defeat the gods and their arbitrary ways of afterlife. Even if I have to fight and some how bring Talos or even Lorkan low to heel so that the wishing souls not of nord background can enter Sovenguard, than so be it. If there is a way I can find the power to match a god and force them to no longer forbid the worthy from such paradises because of some absurd racial dogma with out seeking the help of the dark Daedra or other unimaginable evils, then so be it. The Elder Scrolls may be my only hope.”

39. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

Jozre: “I guess I am religious. My family has always praised the gods Mara, Kinarthy and the lunar twins as I do thought with the addition of Daibella. Having said that, religion can get very nasty when headed by the wrong people. For some examples you only need to look at the following: Stormcloaks, The Stendarr inquisition, just about every dark elf religion to name a few.”

Alinthiel: “I know religion and gods exist but for now, I owe my allegiance to no credo and god. I will only follow a god that will aid me in my quest”

40. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

Jozre: “I don't really have a favored season but winters in Skyrim are murder! I hate how cold it is and it makes travel in the northern parts and on mountain paths down right dangerously impossible to pass. I mean seriously, it can get so cold in the mountains that you need hours of prep just to give yourself a chance of not freezing to death or catching frost bite. The weather I enjoy the most is sunny days in Skyrim and summer/late spring cloudy days. Having said all that, I am as adaptable as one can get but prefer to not brave a harsh weather I don't have to brave.”

Alinthiel: “I don't really mind any weather so long as it is not an obstacle to my visits to ruins and excavation sites. Even then, I have lived in Winterhold for so long that I have learned how to stay worm enough to get from A to B as efficiently as possible”

41. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

Jozre: “how people see me? The only ones I care how they view me are Mi’Jirra and my loved ones. Truthfully, I get all kinds of reactions from others: accept, hero, mercenary, pest, thief, plebe just to name a few. The why I only care about viewing my self as is the protector and provider of my loved ones.”

Alinthiel: “To my students, I am the teacher, the potions master, the creepy skinny scare crow, and the introvert. My enemies call me the rebel, the mud slinger, the heretic, the thalmor murderer among a few. Personally, I like to think of my self as the innovator, the scholar, and the seeker of a greater ruler hoping to give the good of heart a better future”

42. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

Jozre: “I like to think I make a good first impression which actually depends on the occasion. If I am looking for work then I will show how willing and capable I am with professionalism. When its a less formal meeting, I just go with how I am: a friendly and welcoming person to friendly and reasonable people. I prefer to be as honest as I can if I don't have to lie and my first impression also has to do with the occasion ranging between professional and willing to work and laid back and welcoming”

Alinthiel: “I am just my self when ever really. That those not mean I am not polite and respectful, only that I may not look awake half the time”

43. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

Jozre: “I can be proper and respectful when I have to, I just don't do it often. my family is of tradesman nobility so I have been in a couple formal occasions were we vassal for a lord or lady. I am respectful and as poise as I can be and learned to be political when I have to, not that I like all the fru fru nonsense. I chit chat and attend when I have to and like to just pull the formal wear off were ever and drink a cold one”

Alinthiel: “oh I love formal occasions and parties of high class and poise and culture. Not been to many but I like the slight moment were I get to feel like a high elf in peace time. Occasionally, such events are great ways of spying and gathering new allies so there is the plus to it all”

44. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

Jozre: “Who wouldn't like a party? hanging out with family and friends with good food and great company? sign me up! as long as the party is fun for me and my people, I don't really care what kind of party it is though I may need a few ales to get into the spirit. Even if I don't want to go, I always manage to convince my self that its worth it because your friends there so I roll with the punches”

Alinthiel: “I don't generally like big parties but if there is booze there then I guess I am game though wandering hands should expect third degree burns. I like to organize parties when ever some one asks for one but are not of people’s likening half the time because they may be too formal or gimmicky for others. When invited or forced to a party I don't want to be in, I generally and eventually see my self out. I don't see why some one would stay in a party they don't like if there is nothing practical to gain from it”

45. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

Jozre: “when I get engaged or married, its absolutely my ring, its almost a lucky charm and reminder of great things I have obtained”

Alinthiel: “my most valued possession would have to be my mother’s Tome of notes. Wile it is the only thing I have left to remember my family by, It is also a crucial component in my research and ultimate goals.”

46. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

Jozre and Alinthiel are not silly enough to exclude the essentials: sleeping bag, out door tent, out door cooking set, flint, rope, water, dried meat and long lasting breads, nuts and honey. Several potions and poisons for different uses from deterring unwanted animals to keeping themselves warm. The basic needs in traveling the wilderness of Nirn.

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artclusters · 8 years ago

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A short fantasy story I wrote in 2017, that won first place in my college.

I was confined to a 2500 word limit, so I feel it can come across as having a rushed pacing, nonetheless, I still enjoy it.

Mental illness themes, LGBT characters

Heading out

Once upon a time in a kingdom, the peace was kept by the efforts of a noble hero. He fought off every monster, every creature and every danger that dared attack with his mighty sword and spirit. Not only was his fighting skill impeccable, but his looks as well: long sleek brown hair, a perfect beard, a strong fat physique, dark skin, and a dashing smile. He was loved and known by all throughout the kingdom and beyond. That was, however, quite some years ago, for our hero vanished one day without a trace. What could have happened to our hero?

The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, the centaurs are galloping around, the fairies are working, the pixies are chatting…it sure is a good morning for our hero to…

"…Stay in bed!" Azmi sighed and stared blankly at his cottage ceiling. He has retreated to an abandoned cottage in a beautiful, lively forest far from the kingdom since his mental health worsened. He can't even appreciate the scenery because he feels so empty. He thought back on his glory days. A happy, energetic, productive hero? Mingled with people? Didn’t have trouble getting out of bed? It all seems so absurd. He is but a mere husk of what he used to be. His rusty sword settled to rot in the spider-webbed corner. The puke-yellow walls, leaking roof and creaking door were breaking and decaying into pieces, repairs long overdue. His dusty armor and dirty clothes lay scattered on the floor. Crumpled maps and quest requests were strewn all around, longing to be picked up. The pantry was an indescribable mess.

Should he have asked for help? But how could he…he was a hero. Heroes don’t ask for help, they give it. He was someone people look up to. How can he show weakness?

I'll be fine….I'll be fine…it will pass…I'll be fine…I'm not fine.

A green pixie flew in from his broken window interrupting his daily self-hating ritual. They were slightly staggering from the weight of a flyer they carried in their little hands. "Hello Azmi! I have a new quest for you!" they yelled.

Azmi, irritated (and baffled) from their usual high energy let out a reply, "Hey Char… you can…uhhh," he looked around to find if he designated a spot for quest flyers but couldn’t find any. "Just put it on the floor…I’ll get to it"

"That’s what you always say! You're going to put this one off too? You're so lazy!"

"I'm not lazy, I'm depressed." He said firmly.

"You have to go on a quest again! Redeem your honor! Everyone in the kingdom says bad stuff about you…like you're a coward or you're ungrateful or you’ve abandoned your people…"

He already had his mind convincing him he's a bad person; he doesn’t need actual people badmouthing him. "They don’t know what I'm going through."

"There's a wizard who makes potions that can cure anything! You can cure your lazine- err…state?"

Azmi was skeptical. Why bother. It's not like he hasn’t tried to ''get better'' before. Maybe this depression will last forever. Maybe this is just who he IS now. He gave them a defeated, uninterested look.

"Come on! I think this one's really exciting! It's dangerous too! You love danger! Nobody made it out alive from there!"

His face immediately lit up. "I'm going."

"Wow, really?"

"Yes, I love high danger because I'm very likely to hurt myself lightly or severely or die and I absolutely deserve it!!" he said impulsively. Wow, I need to be kinder to myself.

Char gave him a concerned look. "Okay, here's the map with the guide."

"Can you please read what's written, I hate reading words you know…the letters keep jumping around and I get a headache."

"Okay. So, there are three areas you need to go through. The first area is nearby, the forest of banshees. They say there are so many banshees wailing there that heroes went mad! After the forest, you'll arrive at a graveyard plagued with hordes of ghouls and the undead. No hero has ever succeeded in fighting them off alone. If you do get through the hordes of the undead, you'll reach the tunnel of eyes. It's where the basilisks and medusa's snakes lurk. If you meet anything's gaze there, you'll either die or turn to stone AND after that you'll meet the wizard and get your healing potion!"

"I'd prefer if the potion was just…in a chest or something. I'd really hate to have to… talk to someone."

"So, are you going to go? I want to see you be a hero again!" they cheered.

"Yes…as soon as I get out of bed!"

Azmi rolled himself off the bed and propped himself upright. He ruffled his short-bedraggled hair and dragged himself to the waterfall and took a shower for the first time in a month. I've lost weight. He cut his itchy beard carelessly with a dagger, hurting himself. Ah, what's another scar? I can't tell whether they're from fighting monsters or if they're self-inflicted. He drank his bi-weekly testosterone potion (delivered by his elf doctor), put on his enchanted pain-free chest binder, his light dull armor, his dirty boots and his tattered gauntlets. He couldn't find his helmet and didn’t bother looking. Maybe you'll bash your skull today. He sheathed his blunt sword and headed out for the first time in...ah, he lost count.

"Look whose finally out of his cottage" the fairies in the emerald grass teased.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, thank you. Unfortunately, I'm still alive and I'm heading out-"

"Without breakfast?" piped a voice from the water. A mermaid popped out with a box and she reached her arms out. "Its sea serpent. Take it. You have to eat."

Why do they even bother taking care of you? "Wow, haven’t killed a serpent in ages, thanks Mina. I forgot eating was a thing I have to do." he took the box. "Lured anybody to their death today?" he joked.

"I'm a mermaid, not a siren, Azmi. There's a difference."

"Right…I'm forgetting my lore." Stupid Stupid Stupid. Was that a pathetic attempt at a joke? Stupid.

"Anyway, enjoy your food! It's my wife's favorite! I can't wait to share this with her! Bye! Good luck!" she said and dived down.

Azmi eyed the map and looked towards the forest, north of his cottage. I don’t have the energy for this. "Okay….I'm doing this..." he halfheartedly raised his arm in the air "to the forest of banshees…."

The darkness grew stronger as Azmi ventured deeper into the forest. Anguished sobs echoed. Frail shadowy fingers loomed everywhere. They were grey and had a mouth for a face. They drifted around every branch, behind every tree and bobbed upwards, blocking the sky. The sobs grew stronger, turning into howls into wails into screams into grating shrieks. Azmi reached for his sword but hesitated. He…wasn’t bothered by the noise. It just seemed so…normal. Like he's been through this before. Every day, in fact. My mind is worse than this. My racing thoughts. My suicidal thoughts. My anxious thoughts. My self-blaming thoughts. He could go on and on. My mind is always wailing. He looked with pity at the banshees. "You're going to have to try harder than this…this is nothing compared to the noise I hear every day." Of course, the banshees didn’t comprehend what he said, their empty grey mouth gaping. Azmi muttered to himself as he advanced without a care to the swarm of banshees. His mind was occupied with something else. "…that was embarrassing…what am I, a poet? Ugh I'm going to think about this for the next week….my mind is always wailing...embarrassing…"

The trees gradually disappeared as Azmi approached the cemetery. The transition between the two areas was slow, dull and undistinguishable. It's as if they just blended together. Much like Azmi's tiresome, monotonous days. He wondered why he felt so tired even though he didn’t fight anything. Of course, he knew the answer; it's just the depression sucking the life out of him.

The wailing subsided, but could still be faintly heard, like a nagging anxious thought. The ugly groans of the undead took over. Azmi drew his sword. Suicidal thoughts stirred in his head. Yes, I'd love to, but being eaten is painful. I'd rather not go through that. He moved forward slowly in circles, waiting for hordes of the ghouls and the undead to approach him. He vaguely remembered the time where he heroically fought off hordes of goblins at the kingdom borders. Who was I before being depressed? It was a familiar question to him without an answer. He kept shuffling forwards, feeling confused. At least ONE undead had to have noticed him by now! Why are they not attacking? Come here and eat me! Kill me! Do it! Azmi, his anger fizzling out, relaxed his stance and looked around. Fog consumed the graveyard. Countless undead staggered around aimlessly with empty hollow eyes, staring at nothing. Some had their arms sloppily stretched ahead, grabbing at thin air. Some stumbled and fell, not even bothering to get up but continued to groan as they weakly hauled themselves forward, to nowhere in particular. They stared at him blankly and carelessly bumped into him as they continued moaning and dragging themselves to pointless destinations. Azmi put away his sword. He didn’t know why but he felt like crying but that emotion quickly slipped away, and he felt empty again. I guess we're not very different…. We're both pretty much dead, huh? Suddenly, he felt very stupid as to why he was out there in the first place. He should’ve stayed in bed. Stupid stupid stupid….stop it stop it stop it stop it shhhhhhh…..we're going to the tunnel, to the tunnel, to the tunnel…he kept repeating that phrase like a protective chant to distract his negative thoughts. He wandered through the vast graveyard unharmed. His presence didn’t matter to the undead; he was one of their own.

Azmi reached a large gravestone marked with a bloody eye symbol, with a stairway leading deep below. This must be the tunnel of eyes. Wow, aren’t you a genius. No you're not. You're so dumb. As Azmi plunged down it was as if he was entering his own grave. Menacing hisses resounded repeatedly through the tunnel. The darkness was illuminated by the glow of countless eyes, snakes crawling on the ground and basilisks hanging to the ceiling. If he met just one of those eyes….it's over. He can't close his eyes either; it won't be good if he bumps into a basilisk or trip on a snake. Or would it? That will hurt wouldn’t it? Azmi couldn’t help but chuckle as they tried to capture his gaze. "All the Basilisks and Medusas in the land cant harm me for I am….a master at avoiding eye contact due to my severely low self-esteem and anxiety!" he waved the sword randomly slashing away snakes. "I can literally never meet your gaze! Try as you might!" Pathetic. His eyes darted left and right, up and down, avoiding all the countless luminous eyes surrounding him. He felt intensely angry as he felt more and more unfriendly gazes, reminding him of being in public. The kingdom marketplace was the worst. A nightmare. He hasn’t been there in a long time. They got nothing to do with me, they're not talking about me; but his brain would always convince him otherwise. They're watching, the whole worlds watching and laughing at you and judging you…and as he stood there shaking and breathing heavily, more people surrounded him, looking down on him with concerned looks. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look!!! His heart raced as he struggled to forget about the memory. "I'll never meet your eyes!!" he yelled to distract himself.

In the distance, Azmi could see a light- the stairs leading upwards. Freedom! No more eyes! Azmi hopped up the steps, tripping on the last step and landing face first on hard rubble ground. He didn’t even bother to protect his face. He didn’t feel like getting up. He wanted to lay there for a bit. Hours. Days. Years maybe. You didn’t even do anything. Heroes died on this quest and you did it so easy. You don’t deserve this. You didn’t suffer enough.

"Hey, you okay?" asked a concerned voice.

Azmi bolted upright and drew his sword. Strange, he didn’t even feel a presence. It seemed like he arrived in a small village. Deep breaths. A dark-skinned wizard with a huge floating wagon stood in front of him. He wore a glimmering blue strap dress with silver stars on it. His hat was enormous, same pattern as the dress. His long silver hair suffocated underneath, popping out the sides and down his shoulders. He had blue lips and blue eyes with silver-painted lids. His knee-high blue boots clacked softly as he approached Azmi.

"Are you the wizard?" of course he is, you dummy.

"My name is Ghali. My specialty is magical potions." His voice was sweet.

Well, that’s the part where you get your item you so hardly fought for. Azmi was…. underwhelmed. He had hoped this quest would be his big break. Something to bring his passion back. Make him happy again. Fulfilled. But all he felt was emptiness. What did you expect? You're never going to get better.

"Wizard- Ghali - I want something to….help me? I feel sad and empty…all the time? But also my mood changes very rapidly and I think awful thoughts? I can't do or enjoy things anymore? And I want to get better?" What are you doing over-sharing you dolt?

"I have a potion that will help you get better, but it won't work overnight."

"But… you said it was magical''

"Yeah, it's magic, not an impossible miracle. You can't rush this. You have to give yourself time to heal." He took out a calm-green bubbly potion with his painted hands. "Take this once a day. When you finish the bottle, it regenerates. Keep taking it."

"...Every day?" What, no blue potion?

"Yes. There's no shame. You need it. It's like being wounded by a dragon. This isn't something you can recover from by ignoring it. You need proper treatment for it."

"…Okay." Yea, don’t blame yourself for something you can't control. People who tell you to get over it are wrong. People who tell you you're weak are wrong. You're not exaggerating. You need help. "Can I stay here for a bit? I'm tired, but I feel a bit better."

He smiled, "Sure." He waved his long arms and turned the ground into soft grass. "Just tell me when you're ready, I'll teleport you back."

Azmi blushed and awkwardly lay down, putting the potion carefully in his pocket. Wow that’s lush grass the wizard looks very cute too I'd really like to see him again I'd like him to serenade me ah I'd like to get home and talk to Char they'll be very happy, I did a quest Char I'm a good person I forgot to eat my sea serpent I'll eat it when I get up probably wow maybe I should’ve been a wizard instead of a hero…Soon, his thoughts died down and he drifted away to a good sleep, the best sleep he'd had in ages.

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