#Artie's OC

[artemismacaron]

Character Page for my OC Dustin Mercewood!

Character Details and Background:

Details:

Dustin is polyamorous and pansexual.

He enjoys writing letters to his friends, partners and lovers.

Dustin is a pacifist, not *completely* by choice. He doesn't enjoy getting into fights but he also doesn't care to learn magic more than making traveling easier for his job.

Dustin has to keep himself in shape, his stock is heavy. He carries his stock in a backpack, in addition to a cart in certain continents.

A former lover of his is who inspired him to take up trading.

Dustin currently works for the Covenant of Draconian Templars. He works as their trading liaison and as a Caretaker.

He is best friends with Petra and their sister LeNoire.

Background:

Dustin left his homeland to give his life a change of pace, his family being more interested in trying to climb up the social ladder. Their constant need for status eventually drove them apart. Dustin grew to disdain them and once he reached his adulthood, he cut contact and left.

Despite their differences Dustin did appreciate the socialization skills he developed due to his parents constant insistence of attending as many Elvish gatherings. Unlike his parents however, he always found pleasure in just meeting new people, going to new places, learning all the local gossip, and doing the occasional odd job.

After a century or two of wandering and heartbreaks, he found himself at the doorsteps of a secluded mountain covenant. Their sworn purpose is to protect dragons who chose a life of pacifism or need refuge from being hunted. His occupation there is as a Caretaker of hatchlings and older dragons.

[2ghosts]

[tekstelart]

WIP because choosing between drawing BG3 and playing BG3 is a nightmare

[banshipuppy]

Caught bed rotting 💘✨💖

[ask-the-pioneer]

Why weren’t you and your sibling born into a colony?

"I… don't know… I never asked. I was young and just accepted everything at face value. Hell, I didn't know slugcats live in colonies until much later in my life".

"Why did mom decide to raise me and my sibling outside of one... I will probably never know, even if I wanted to".

With a defeated look on her face, Marbles' eyes drop to the floor. A big part of her still misses her mother and sibling, but secretly she dreads to find out the family's true fate. If they really are gone for good... the pain of knowing would be too much to bear.

[silliusljackson]

the lovers

[missinglaterals]

The artfight gang's all hereeeeeee

[nickeldalm]

Travellers

[artemismacaron]

Puppet held by string…

Character Background:

Did you know that we are spoken to when we are born?

The voice only calls themselves the Author.

The Author tells us that someone desires us to be among them. Our soul was created from that person’s sheer will and the Author's pages, their quill drafting our life into reality. On the most rarest of occasions, sometimes we know the moments we develop consciousness. I do, in fact remember. I remember when my creator gave me his hair. He dyed it a red color, from the white he despised. Often calling his hair a sign of his failures of life. He said he wanted to give me red hair, to show my fury. The will to fight for something, a thing he no longer wanted to do.

At that moment, I knew, that soon I will be "alive". The day of my birth was when my creator painted my mouth. He said to my then lifeless body, "I thought I'd paint you with a smile, but a frown suits you more. You almost seem... Heartbroken."

With that, I "awoke", my body forced itself to move, ripping the strings holding me.

My creator recounted my first words to me. It was just a question, "I… am born?" Though my words escape my memory, what was seared into my memories was my father's eyes.

At first widening in initial horror, then a sudden, boisterous joy. "He's alive! By the Gods I have a Faelia son!"

And so he adopted me, dubbing me his son, then he naming me ‘Brunello Ehrlich’. Although my father both hated and adored my name. He would say: "Vain, I say, it is completely vain! To name your child after yourself, hmph! …Although Brunello is different enough from Bruno, it rolls off the tongue a strange way. It's pleasant!"

And so, we lived as father and son, two hundred years I assisted my father in his workshop.

[trashootie]

Modern Madonna and Child by Leynedecker, but make it Shovel

[tekstelart]

I had a caption for this but I lost it oops

[ask-the-pioneer]

squall line

[part 1] // [part 2] // ...

Metropolis. That was the only word that Marbles could clearly make out from the hushed whispers of scavenger elites. A mix of curiosity and anxiety strikes her heart, not at all where she expected to end up. The plan was to visit the two local iterators, deliver a message, and return home safely with Hunter.

It has not been a long walk, but the scavs decide to take a short rest. It appears that they are now right at the base of an iterator leg. Marbles looks up at the structure, the top is shrouded in a thick layer of clouds. The climb is going to be much harder, she thinks to herself.

The slugcat is instructed to sit in a well lit spot, and for now she obliges. It seems like a good enough place to rest, there is plenty of food and no lizards in sight. Marbles glances around.

Marbles: (turns towards Four) “Hey uh, I’m hungry. Can grab food?”

She points towards big popcorn plants further away. Four stares at her briefly, muscles tensing up. Marbles can’t see their eyes, but the warning is clear - she isn’t meant to stray off. The scav grabs a small spear nearby, stabs a blue fruit hanging just overhead, then throws it at her feet. Marbles frowns, but picks it up anyway.

Marbles: (through her teeth) “Right… thanks”

One, the dark coated leader of the elite group, whistles and signs at Two - they are to keep a closer look on the guest. The green scav nods and sits right in front of Marbles, staring at her from under their creepy looking vulture mask. How rude. Marbles hates having her personal space invaded, but keeps it cool. She has never squared up to elites before, and there are four of them now holding her hostage. Best not to provoke them until she comes up with a good escape plan…

Marbles: (trying to keep her face neutral) “Nice mask. Looks uncomfortable to wear, though...”

The silence is awkward, and her attempt at small talk falls on deaf ears. Two tilts their head slightly, but won’t say anything back. Marbles wonders if this is some kind of intimidation tactic… and she’s clearly not having it. Direct confrontation is out of the question, but a little staring contest may scratch that retaliatory itch, if only for a bit. Marbles sits down and, with the blue fruit still in her hand, maintains an unbroken gaze with the two empty holes where the scav’s eyes should be. Stare into the void long enough, goes the saying. She may be weirded out, but she sure won’t cower before them.

One sits quietly, observing the whole situation. Three joins them shortly after, offering a snack of popped kernels.

Three: Something’s dodgy about this scug, don’t you think?

One nods, keeping their eyes fixed at the new “guest”.

One: Have you smelled her? The scent is oddly specific. Three: Nah, my nose’s all scrambled after that fever spell from earlier. But, I can tell - even without it. Curious that she spits out bombs, just like the Chief can? One beast is already enough.

One exhales, a moment of silence fills the air.

One: An awful coincidence to have a slugcat, smelling exactly like her, show up at this exact moment… but perhaps this is the opportunity that we’ve been waiting for. Something to stir the pot. What better person to do it than a relative.

Three glances, confused.

Three: Wuh…? You think that’s her kid? No way, nooo way, who would’ve wanted to touch that beast! Not even with a stick!

Three laughs out loud, but their humor is quickly tempered by a terrible realization. They tense up, tightly gripping a spear on their back.

Three: …let’s kill it, One. Let’s kill it now. I can’t survive another decade under a second Beast. We have an advantage. One: (raising their hand) No. Calm down. Do no sudden moves, she is watching.

Three settles down, annoyed.

One: (pointing at Marbles) Look at the body language of hers - alert and deliberate. Have you seen the spark in her eyes, that fire? Awfully familiar. We could kill her here and now, but that would be a waste. Don’t forget how tightly the Beast clings to its role as chieftain. Imagine how threatened it would feel if its authority was questioned by an usurper. There is no need to dirty our hands if the situation can be dealt with by that mangy red scug. A fight will transpire, and if we’re lucky it will last just long enough to wear the Beast down. Then, we will finish it once and for all, void willing. Three: (whispering) Damn… you’ve got the brains. This better work out, One. We had to wait 10 years for your last genius plan to bear fruit. One: (smirking) You mock me, but this is our best shot. My very first plan did work out, and this one shall too. Have patience.

[silliusljackson]

hi !!!!1!!1 do u miss me !

in conjunction with my baby brother’s bday, have some brotherly crimebois :)

[missinglaterals]

I present to you the worlds most socially adept hunting poodle [LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE] and the worlds least annoying husky [LOUDER AND LONGER INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE]

[raystarkitty]

What fixating on childhood fav internet cartoons does to a mf 😹

[desitos]

twig nyomming a twig