#( npc. )

[naivrse]

han yerim is a south korean dancer and choregrapher. she's worked with numerous high profile artists , such as bts , nct 127 , victoria monet , lauryn , tinashe , honeylemon , and more. she's a highly sought–after choreographer in the industry , having made routines and danced back–up for numerous idols and groups , and is constantly busy because of it which makes her difficult to book , though she always seems to have the time for seventh heaven artists which many figure is due to her close friendships with them.

she was born on february 18 , 1995 , in seoul , gyeonggi , south korea. when she was young , her parents enrolled in her in dance classes and quickly found she had a natural talent for it. she went to sopa and began choreographing professionally while studying dance at sungkyunkwang university.

in addition to choreography , she's also directed numerous music videos and designed stages for artists. she's won numerous awards for her dancing and her work as a choreographer. due to her appearances on television and content with the idols she collaborates with , plus her own dance videos that she's uploaded going viral , she's also become quite popular in fan communities.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

NAME. han yerim

DATE OF BIRTH. february 18 , 1995

PLACE OF BIRTH. seoul , gyeonggi , south korea

NATIONALITY. south korean

ETHNICITY. korean

FACE. bada lee

[vierandancer]

✏️ gib more—

Send '✏️' and I will reveal an OC that I thought about making and writing.

Poshushu Poshu is a potential companion to the Warrior of Light! She's only seventeen, but the Arcanist guild marked her as having excellent skill as a potential healer. She meets Tataru during her brief attempt at joining the guild and learning how to fight and totally idolizes her. Once she becomes a full-fledged Scholar, she joins the Scions. She's bubbly and straightforward and would totally call Lahabrea a creep to his face. She has the biggest crush on Pipin.

[rejenny]

norma seven is a clonedroid, i.e. an android meant to be a perfect copy of someone - in this case one ms. norma jean nova, an inventor of some galactic renown. she had a number of these clonedroids who, toward the end of her life, were operating a number of her experiments. each of the androids also mirrored the original norma's appearance at the time they were made. norma appears as a woman in her sixties. after the death of their maker, she and her sisters were meant to be retired and norma escaped. she found refuge on a far - off space station at the very edge of inhabited space. she made a name for herself as a kind of tinkerer, and became the go - to mechanic for ships passing through. she'll take money, sure, or she'll take whatever you have to trade. by the time jenny comes, she's been at it for fifty or so years. she allows jenny to stay with her in exchange for some help with her work, as some of her parts have ceased working as finely as they used to. jenny does her one better, often helping fix up norma when she needs it. they're very close, though norma doesn't approve of jenny's nightly activities of thievery for money. if there is anyone jenny might accidentally call mom, it's norma seven. once she leaves the station, however, she doesn't call as much as she ought.

[gasparlouvat]

Witch (NPC)

Character Name: Rainer Louvat Age: 24 Ascension Date: 1965 If Ascended What 3 Abilities Did They Gain?: Healing, clairvoyance, astral projection Current Location: Ipswich Occupation: Stable Boy at Hope Farm (Males Only): Never uses magic/feeds What ties them to Salem?: Following his brother's lead in his attempts to take back Salem Good traits: Empathetic, pacifist, gentle Bad traits: Sensitive, moody, spineless Background:

The seventh son and complete opposite of Gaspar.

Has a tremendous amount of love for him, so believes whatever he says more than he believes their dad. Which is silly, because Gaspar echoes whatever their dad had told them.

Their father thought Rainer was too weak, even before he even got his powers, and for the first time in their family had more sons to make up for it.

Everyone was surprised when Rainer survived the ascension, but his powers were deemed too soft. Never really taken seriously after that. Even as he warned Gaspar of the dreams he was having.

Mostly grew up on the farm, preferring to talk to animals over people.

Too sensitive, still grieving the two brothers that never made the ascension. Hates knowing the youngest two brothers will be offered to the warlock, feels like it's his fault.

Believes in their purpose, as they all do, but is noticing a change in Gaspar he doesn't like. He also doesn't want to die because he's scared.

Beginning to wonder whether he should warn the witches or reach out to green witches. But he loves his brother and doesn't want to disappoint him.

[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.

[benbraeden]

drabble: ben visits his longtime crush, ophelia, who works at a local diner at a frequent truck stop area.

the diner is empty, except for the echoes of classic rock that plays lowly throughout the entirety of the diner, with the scent of black coffee gone lukewarm. ben sits in the last booth by the window, where the neon sign flickers the word open like a promise it's not planning to keep. because ophelia was supposed to lock the door twenty minutes ago.

she's wiping down the counter with a slow, practiced grace; her apron is now slung over the back of the barstool nearby, her ponytail loose now around the outlines of her features, softening her edges that she holds throughout the day. the kind of girl who knows the name of every trucker who stops in, who leaves extra pie out for the kid who can't afford it, and who looks at ben like she knows he's got storm cloud behind his earthly hues but she doesn't flinch from the thunder. "you're always here after long drives," she says as she pours a fresh mug of coffee for ben, sliding it across the table that he sits at. her smile is tired, but it's honest. not the same one that she musters up to put on a show, the mask she wears throughout the day. "you don't talk much," and it earns a chuckle from him, which in turns makes her smile deepen further into her features. "but you don't lie either. that's rare out in here."

ben runs a calloused finger, noting the scratch he earned from having to try to pry a door open earlier that day, being locked out from the local ghoul in a desperate attempt to keep the hunter at bay. but ben always breaks through. he never wavers. "doesn't mean that i like to tell the truth," ben says, with a barely there hum of a chuckle that dons his brims, earning him a laugh from ophelia but it's quiet. closer now. he knows this because seconds after, she slips into the booth across from him to tuck her legs beneath her like she's known this table her whole life, and now tonight she has decided to share it with him.

"you always pass through like you're running from something," she says, tilting her head, her eyes studying him like he's a novel with a page torn out, and she wants to find the missing words. "why?" she asks. ben leans back with an exhale through his nose, and he doesn't answer for a long while. just stares at the shadows moving along the linoleum floors, lets silence stretch like dusk over their conversation. he's not quite sure how to explain it to people like her; that the road never ends for people like him. that the monsters don't stay in the woods. that he's only ever halfway home, never completely.

"nothing worth talking about," he says instead. and opehlia doesn't press. and maybe that's what makes him crack a little. "i don't usually stop in the same places twice."

ophelia immediately quirks a brow. "but you keep coming here."

he looks over to where she sits across the table from him, finally meeting her gaze head on, and immediately his breath stutters. there's a softness to her that he's not used to.. not fragile, just kind. like she's seen the world hurt and choose not to sharpen her edges because of it. finally, ben says, "because you're here."

he sees the hitch in her own breath now.

he shifts slightly in the booth, restless to his core, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, like he's working up the nerve to say something he usually keeps buried six feet under sarcasm and solitude. "i've been wanting to kiss you every time i came in," he admits, timbre rough around the edges, like gravel under bare feet. "i haven't, because i'm not used t' this. someone like you."

it's ophelia's turn to lean in forward, just slightly with her elbows on the table to hold her chin, a quiet smile pulling at the corners of her blush colored brims. "about time y' said something." outside, the neon signs flickers again as if it also stuttered in the face of the confessions that are being whispered in the small town diner tonight.

somewhere in the distance, a dog barks once and goes quiet. and here, in this moment, it's just the two of them. a man who has forgotten how to rest, and a girl who never asked him to explain. ben reaches across the table for her, slow and tentative at first, before his fingers brush against her own. and then, like a tide he doesn't want to fight against anymore, ben leans in. when they kiss, it's not fireworks; it's quiet than that. it's soft, like the world paused long enough to let him feel something good. like maybe, the road could wait for one more night.

[ariosinfo]

𝐍𝐏𝐂 ... identification : lysa fenra ( age: early 30s / species: human / status: alive )

lysa was not born into nobility, nor was she raised in the warmth of a family’s love. the first memories she could recall were of the underground slums beneath lorthel; the underway, as the people called it. a maze of tunnels and forgotten corridors that ran beneath the city, home to thieves, beggars, and those the world had discarded.

she never knew her parents. some said they were killed in the war, or the scarlet tears plague got them, while others whispered that they had sold her for coin. but lysa never cared for the truth. the only truth that mattered was survival. by the time she was ten, she had learned the rules of the streets: never trust too quickly, never steal more than you can carry, and never, never, owe anyone a debt you can’t pay.

she fell in with one of the city’s many gangs, the red knives, a ruthless band of cutthroats that ruled the underway through fear and blood. they took her in, taught her how to fight, how to move unseen, how to strike before her enemies even knew she was there and she was good, better than most. still, at the age of ten, she had carved a name for herself. the shadow fox, they called her. the girl who never left a trace, who could slip past locked doors and vanish into the night like smoke.

but life in the underway was never safe.

one night, a job went wrong. a nobleman’s house, an easy mark, or so they had thought. but the guards had been waiting. lysa barely escaped with her life, and when she returned to the red knives’ hideout, she found it burning. betrayal. someone had sold them out, and just like that, everything she had known was gone.

for the first time in her life, lysa was truly alone. she wandered for months, taking mercenary work when she could, stealing when she had to, and eventually, her path crossed with the rebellion; those who fought against king tanyl’s growing threat, those who still believed in something beyond just survival.

she didn’t join them out of loyalty or honour. she joined because they offered her something she hadn’t had in years; a purpose. that was how she met taegen. he was a few years younger than her but was already a fighter hardened by the war and other unspoken hardships. but he saw something in her. not just a thief, not just a killer, but someone who wanted more. he taught her discipline, refined her skills, and turned her into more than just a street rat with a knife.

[juunipupu]

Knight piercer, sword-breaker, and Dame

[weptfreedom]

[markodragic]

I dont think anything on this earth tickles me so hard as how busted white people look in the yakuza franchise

its so dhsjdjfjxjfjgk

[evercelle]

if you're gonna be so dramatic, then ACT!

(this is a redraw of my first dr draw after playing ch 1.... SEVEN YEARS AGO... whew!!)

[vivitalks]

best types of brennan NPC

autism haver

stoner

frat bro who has unlearned hypermasculinity so hard that he's gone 100% the opposite direction about it

anticapitalist proletarian

the most insane person you've ever met

[ariosinfo]

𝐍𝐏𝐂 ... identification : vilmitar iradan ( age: mid-40s / species: half-elf / status: alive )

vilmitar: the king's blade

vilmitar is a name spoken with both reverence and quiet fear within the city of lorthel and beyond. as the captain of the king’s guard, he is more than just a soldier; he is the sharp edge of the crown’s will, an unyielding sentinel who upholds order with unwavering discipline.

appearance and presence:

vilmitar is a man carved from steel and shadow. he stands tall, broad-shouldered, and battle-hardened, his presence commanding any room he enters. his armour, blackened steel with gold inlays, is worn yet polished, a testament to years of service. his dark hair is always neatly tied back, and his piercing grey eyes hold the weight of a thousand battles — calculating, relentless, and unreadable.

despite his position, there is something almost ghostlike about him, as if he exists just on the edge of the world he protects. those who serve under him know better than to mistake his silence for mercy.

personality and reputation:

vilmitar is known for his discipline, loyalty, and tactical mind. he does not tolerate insubordination, nor does he make exceptions; not even for himself. he is as cold as he is effective, a man who carries out his duty without hesitation, regardless of personal cost. while many admire his skill, few truly trust him. he is the king’s blade, yes, but a blade can turn just as easily as it strikes.

connection to taegen:

vilmitar and taegen share blood, but little else.

taegen was born of an affair — his mother, shära arrn’ess, was a shadow elf from the small fishing village of limdes who was taken by the scarlet tears plague. vilmitar, the legitimate son of a noble and raised within the palace, was everything taegen never was: respected, feared, loyal to the king, and bound to duty.

to vilmitar, taegen is a shadow from a past better left buried. he neither acknowledges nor denies their bond. to speak of it would be to grant it weight, and vilmitar deals only in absolutes. yet, despite his cold indifference, something lingers in the way he watches taegen l when they cross paths. a quiet war behind his unreadable eyes. does he hate his half-brother? resent him? remember him? even taegen doesn’t know, but taegen hardly remembers vilmitar himself.

[vierandancer]

@aethericsea and I made actual self-insert alts and I spent all day making her appropriately cute.

This is Lalanna Oronir. Her father was Magnai's much older brother -- so she is his niece although they are close in age! Her father left the Steppe to be with her mother, an Au Ra from Thavnair; she was raised around the Yedlihmad area, i.e one of those inaccessible ports in the distance with all the boats!

I don't have a story for her yet beyond that. She is starting with Gladiator/Paladin, but her main will be Red Mage.

[triviacrossing]

In New Horizons, if the game can't load an NPC due to their referenced model name being invalid, or for other reasons, the game will instead load a naked, unnamed Bob in their place as a failsafe. This was likely a dummy NPC used for testing reasons.