#my npcs

[smolmilkling]

Singularity

[worms-for-brains]

I love love love editing screencaps and putting my guys in there

[themightypuella]

"Put on your armour

Ragged after fights

Hold up your sword

You're leaving the light"

My baby boy baby, Erkhon. Paladin

Erkhon’s playlist if anyone cares 👉👈

[dapperbasil]

Fangfest Day 14

Well, I didn't intend to do anything for the vtm tarot because of burnout but since @anarchswild did the lovely Thomas Slater for the Death arcana, it's only fitting to post a snippet from his final nights. Yes a few of you might be familiar with this.

Presenting, the inner thoughts of a Malkavian proxy Prince, to whom the world is a show and he is the star. Sparkle on, you funky little Malk.

My eyes open as day turns to dusk and finally to night, and there’s no time to waste. The next episode of “The Thomas Slater Show” is due to air in two hours, as much as I would like to get back in bed and sleep. The cameras aren’t rolling yet, a blessing in disguise. I love the attention, the applause, the ratings. But I’m so tired of it, all of it. My eyes take extra long to adjust, take in the room around me. That was one of the things the producers couldn’t fix, that and the damnable leg injury I took as a stupid teenager. I was dumb then, thinking I could be an athlete, a star. I guess I got that wish in a different sense, but you can only take stardom for so long.

This new haven is cold and foreboding, unlike my home in NYC. The city is quiet and calm, and it would be a relief if I wasn't in charge of the whole damn thing. This season's ratings have been low overall, and it does wear down on me. My heart's not in it and I think the producers are starting to notice. They sent down a rep, my sheriff. He says he's just here to keep an eye on me, to make sure the producers see what they want to see. Am I supposed to feel safe with that?

What am I even the prince of anyway? They said they're doing a trial run, and didn't want to send too many actors to the new stage, but there's so few of us. I don't think we stand a chance so close to the border. These thoughts begin to fade from my mind as I pull on a purple and red tie-dye blazer and head downstairs to start a pot of coffee. I can't drink the stuff anymore but Alex… it's the only way he'll feed.

For now, he's all that I live for. I messed up and I keep messing up. I messed up with Apollo and now I've messed up with Alex. I shouldn't have embraced even one, but now I've got two childer. Apollo hates me, that much is clear to me, given how our last few chats went. Maybe I won't make the same mistakes with Alex. Call me an empty nester if you must, when I was a kine I wanted to have a family and I guess I never grew out of it.

Alex knocks on the door frame when he comes into the kitchen, his way of getting my attention. I haven't heard him speak once since his embrace, I can only assume it must be part of his derangement. From what I can tell of his derangement, he takes after me in the worst of ways. Well, maybe not the worst. He's still bright and cheerful, smiling as wide as the day I offered a bright young film student an internship. He doesn't even seem to mind not understanding a word I say. We do talk of course, in different ways. Sign language wasn't too difficult for me to pick up, and the critics loved it. He can read lips well enough, and even though I can't, we still communicate fine.

I pour him a cup of coffee as he goes over what's scheduled for tonight. We look over the itinerary together as he sips the coffee deliberately spiked with blood. He still doesn't quite get it, even after all these months. He doesn't understand why he gets so angry once in a while, doesn't understand that he's not keeping food down because his body can't anymore. Blood is all that nourishes him, and I have to slip it into him where I can. Even when the lights overtake me and I have to put on a show, during commercials I make sure he's taken care of.

I'm careful with how much I tell him. I don't want him to grow like Apollo, to hate me yet. Not until he can stand on his own, or has friends to help him like I do. Maybe I'll get him a ghoul, someone who can help him when I'm not there any longer to do so. I don't have much longer.

Those golden eyes haunt me, the eyes of my own childe. Was embracing him a mistake? Perhaps but I was foolish thinking I could change things, I’m not even sure why I did it anymore. If anything I brought my doom closer at hand. I don't really even mind anymore, as I've grown tired from my years of performing. The nightmares have become more frequent as of late, being forced to my knees as an ominous voice speaks over me and Apollo looks down at me with hatred dripping from his eyes. The golden sparkle in his eyes is gone, dimmed and tired. I don't know what he's been through, but I know this is the face of the man who's going to be my death one day.

Hurry Apollo, but don't come too quickly. Not until Alex can stand on his own. For now we exit the haven as the stage lights begin to shine. The curtain will soon rise and all that will matter is the audience. Another night I hope to not see a golden sparkle staring back at me and I face it not with anticipation, but with a tired sigh. The producers will have their show, and soon, maybe not soon enough, their series finale.

[mira-mirach]

"Destiny plays its cards in a way that no one can comprehend."

- Anurag Shourie

A few Art Nouveau inspired Character Cards for some npc from an RPG campaign i was going to GM.

[tixdixl]

Meet "The Annoyance"! The first reoccurring NPC from Those Who Wander.

This art was revealed last session!

If you are curious about our gothic horror campaign, you can check out our VODs here!

[kalicofox]

37 for yooooooou~

(Hi. Have fun with your way too many characters. I adore them all.)

From the OC/NPC Ask Game! Thank you so much~! ^_^

Number 37 is a six month old infant named Aspen. Aspen is a firbolg, who was dosed with sleeping potion and left on the doorstep of an orphanage during winter. By absolutely no coincidence, another firbolg, a twenty year old named Cynthia lives in that same orphanage, and she recognized Aspen's features as belonging to the sister that abandoned her at the orphanage. Cynthia has since claimed Aspen as her own and is doing her best to raise him with the assistance of the caretakers of the orphanage.

[eiseryn]

Clowning around and showing off the Prism NPCs that showed up in Lei's backstory. We have the anxious little Melissa Balm, the drop-dead gorgeous Gigi Legris, and the tired AF Leon Lopez. Whom I might redesign a bit. Gigi Legris was indeed Lei's bestie when she was in the Middle district (Uptown/Downtown)... She tends to call girls she's close to "sweetie, honey, or darling" Depending on how she feels about them. She rarely does this with her male friends unless they're really close or something.

Melissa Balm, a 28 year old synthesis specialist (which Lei is also). She was moved to the Prism clinic in the slums some time after Lei was, likely maybe a year to six months prior to the start of the campaign. She is very shy and anxious (which is probably the reason she got demoted) and generally like a nervous little puppy. She's probably around Ceres' height if not shorter. Lei thinks she's cute (Lei likes small, cute things, especially when she thinks they resemble animals) but does get frustrated sometimes with how Melissa seems to not follow instructions/protocol (also possibly why she got demoted LOL). She is possibly the youngest worker at the clinic and on her off days she probably likes to draw. In my headcanons she also speaks to Ceres a little XD (who also likes to draw. She has pretty bubbly, neat writing (Cuz she and Lei need to label flasks and whatnot. She might forget to label them sometimes XD)

Leon Lopez, a 32 year old general doctor. He was the one who got moved to the slums because he was late to work a few times. The reason why he was late was actually because his father was sick and he was taking care of him. What happened to his father? (Well, he probably died... sorry Leon). He has the signature horrible doctor handwriting that is illegible to most people, which frustrates Lei whenever she has to read anything he's written. Although he comes off as cold and arrogant, he's just really tired all the time (from lack of sleep) and he actually is one of the rare doctors in the world that generally cares about patients. Lei has heard a rumour that he has a boyfriend who is a runner (This is true LOL. His boyfriend's real name is Dimitri, I have not decided Dimitri's runner name XD).

Gigi Legris, probably the most important character out of these three in relation to Lei. She works out in her free time and is into fashion (which is how she and Lei became friends!) She's also a tall queen at 180cm 💅💅💅 (Basically she slays). She met Lei in university and med school and they were the closest to each other during those times. Or at least, to Lei, she was her closest friend in her time in the Middle district. Gigi is very cool, confidence, and won't take BS from other people. She is also 32 like Lei and Leon, and is a synthesis specialist like Lei. She probably originally was doing research work in one of Prism's downtown labs before she later got promoted to an Uptown lab a little bit after Lei got demoted... where she is now... well... maybe you will find out WHEN I GET THE VIS NOVEL WRITTEN :3

As an aside we do find out what happens to Gigi (cuz the DM/Keeper decided to use her PAIN) to a degree (HER FATE IS NOT CONFIRMED YET COPE) but no idea what happened to the other Prism clinic workers... maybe Leon and Melissa are still out in the world somewhere... COPE

[miggylol]

Surprise! Tumblr just got turned into an epic fantasy RPG, just like [your favorite appropriate media franchise]. And the Tumblr RPG's plot needs to have all of its characters covered, in roles both large and small.

That means that you are assigned to a stereotypical RPG role inside our new fantasy world. Spin this wheel to find out what you are now doing for a living.

[juunipupu]

Knight piercer, sword-breaker, and Dame

[the-dragon-girl-27]

It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.

you are greeted by...... her

[justarandomart]

"only I get to insult him!" (affectionate)

[themightypuella]

Ezra, The lady of the mists

I was listening to my Erkhon playlist and wanted to draw him as a younger elf, before taking his oath or even thinking about being an anchorite. There's this song named Fear not this night by Freya, that I really like and inspired me to draw.

I really love Ezra in Ravenloft, I would have loved an adaptation of the mist domain for 5e clerics and paladins. I did some adapting for Erkhon, but still an official adaptation would have been nice :/

Speedpaint 🔽

[dapperbasil]

13 for Tammy, 47 for Lillian, and 46 for Thorne?

Yippie! Thanks Emi, especially for the Tammy question. I was hoping to get to answer this one for her.

Tammy

13. Was their embrace painful? (Either emotionally or physically)

Ohhhhh boy I get to talk about her embrace. Tammy didn't fit Zacharias' feeding preference at the time of her embrace, so he was unable to give her the kiss to lessen the pain she felt. His solution for this was to make it as quick as he could, while keeping her comfortable. While she died from bleeding out to a stab wound that she still has the scar from, her sire held her in his arms so she wouldn't die alone, as afraid as she was. The pain was overwhelming, to the point where she didn't even remember everything else after, despite Zacharias quietly making a promise to take care of her, that he won't be like his sire.

It took a toll on her emotionally as well, the pain as well as fear and confusion mixing together as she died which contributed to her mind blocking out much of the ordeal. These overwhelming emotions continued into the next few nights as she came to understand just what had happened.

Lillian

47. What are their desire(s) if any?

Lillian’s main desire that she’s been chasing for the past century or so has been figuring out a way to separate Iago’s soul from herself. For very obvious reasons diablerie isn’t a very widely approved area of research, so she’s had to go through some very interesting avenues of thought. It's what she wants more than anything, so she can finally gain some semblance of peace and so he can be put to rest finally. She knows she won’t immediately be better once he’s gone but its the first step, that she desperately wants to take.

Thorne

46. What are their ambition(s) if any?

This is a difficult one, considering who Thorne is. For as long as they could remember, there was little reason for them to seek to be more than what they were. Every milestone they achieved, every fight won, every accomplishment was all for the sake of Lady Thalia. None of this changed much after their embrace. They were her sword and shield, and that is how it has remained all the way into modern nights.

Now with their place as a Paladin in service to an Archbishop, they still have few actual ambitions of their own, none of which have anything to do with their role in the Sabbat. Quite strange to have an unambitious Lasombra, more so to have one more interested in furthering their skills in artistry than improving their status. Thorne is quite happy where they are now in modern nights, and any ambitions they have are purely personal.

(VtM OC ask game)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Pomni and Gummigoo reunite in TADC!

[tixdixl]

Svetlana Keyv of Districtly Professional