#Erwyn

[astriiformes]

One thing they don't tell you about having raging undiagnosed moral OCD is that if you play a D&D character who is trying very hard to be a good person, they will accidentally get every single one of your Symptoms™ and years later in retrospect you will be extremely grateful your friends were willing to share a table with you

[rainwingmarvel7]

Just received this absolutely amazing commission I got done by @faeporcelain of my GoT OCs and their canon spouses from my upcoming fic, As the Raven Flies! I am absolutely obsessed with everything about this, and I can’t wait to actually start sharing their stories with you guys soon!

[scribefindegil]

The thing about Devo is that his Insight modifier is through the roof but he’s utterly incapable of acting on any of the information he gets from this in a sensible manner.

He can totally understand where a person is coming from and what would be the most effective approach to take! But then instead of taking it he will choose to needlessly antagonize them to the point where they hold a long-standing grudge and/or actively attempt to murder him and his friends. Every time. I love him.

[belialsky]

-ˏ ˋ 𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒚𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔

41 ans › espion et agent double pour le gouvernement américain › vit sur tous les continents, mais surtout à NYC › polyglotte (anglais, russe, français et portugais) › joueur de guitare à ses heures perdues › adaptable à presque tous les contextes réels › hétéro. 

𝓻𝒆́𝓼𝓾𝓶𝒆́.

Erwyn est un paradoxe. Empli de multitudes de personnalités qui ont été les siennes au fil des années. Tantôt charmant et joueur, puis colérique et bagarreur. Il ne sait parfois plus qui il est ni quel rôle il doit jouer. Même s’il est un peu perdu dans sa vie “normale”, il reste quelqu’un de fier et sûr de lui. Il est tenace et téméraire, et rarement le genre à laisser couler. Il est du genre maniaque et a pas mal de principes qui lui ont notamment été inculqués à l’armée. 

𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓲𝒆.

Erwyn a eu une enfance, une adolescence et une vie des plus normales jusqu'à ce que ses parents décèdent tous les deux dans les attentats du 11 septembre 2001. Sa mère Maddy était comptable et son père Jason faisait partie des pompiers. Cette tragédie a été l'élément moteur qui le poussa à entrer dans les forces armées américaines. Depuis, l'homme vient de partout et de nul part, il est celui que vous voulez qu'il soit. Son adaptabilité est des plus remarquables et c'est ce qui lui a permis de devenir espion pour le gouvernement américain. Changer d'identité n'a rien d'un jeu aisé, mais Erwyn – de son vrai nom, a pris l'habitude de se soustraire à sa véritable identité pour devenir quelqu'un d'autre. D'abord soldat puis membre des renseignements, son potentiel a rapidement été remarqué par ses supérieurs. Les premières missions ont duré quelques mois, mais celle qui l'a le plus marqué est probablement celle où il se faisait appeler Mark Sterling. Le but de la mission était de s'infiltrer dans un gang, quitte à supprimer des êtres humains innocents pour prouver sa loyauté. Cette mission-là dura des années et lui laissa bien des séquelles. Car même si au final, cela s'est soldé par le démantèlement de la cellule mafieuse, il vit désormais avec certains troubles de la personnalité. Par chance ce n'est pas à un stade si avancé que cela, mais il lui arrive de se réveiller et de ne plus savoir comment il s'appelle, ni où il se trouve. Ces derniers temps il a retrouvé son identité et vit sous le nom d'Erwyn, son nom de naissance. Toutefois, il n'est pas à l'abri de repartir bientôt en mission et de revêtir une nouvelle identité. Autant dire que pour entretenir des relations, qu'elles soient amicales ou amoureuses, tout est bien compliqué. Erwyn n'a qu'un ami : Thomas, avec lequel il a grandi et qui le connaît probablement mieux qu'il ne se connaît lui-même. Il est le seul à savoir toutes les facettes de sa vie – sauf ce qui est confidentiel, et ça lui va bien comme ça. Toutefois, le jeune Martens doit bien avouer avoir un manque affectif troublant qu'il tente de combler avec des coups d'un soir.

[valiantquest]

[confused-book-noises]

So I’m watching the second Lord of the Rings, (bear with me) and it’s showing Aragorn’s past, and his elf girl Erwyn or whatever right? And she gave him this necklace, and when she’s leaving he tries to give it back and she says “it is a gift, keep it” lovingly of course.

I’m sure you see where I’m going with this

“It’s a gift, you keep those”

The romantic parallels

[la-dame-aux-pieds-nus]

Kiersten Dolbec model by Erwyn

[agent-jaselin]

We were discussing what kind of housepets our durge/tav/companion ocs would be on a server and now I’m imagining an au where they are all rescue animals that Halsin adopts.

Calem is an f1 bengal that was too wild and energetic for the original owners to handle.

Erwyn (a durge) is a mastiff rescued from a huge dog fighting ring, scarred terribly but sweet.

Marion is a border collie found wandering the streets, he understands more words than he should. (An experiment maybe)

Astarion is somehow still an elf maybe and ends up helping take care of these animals after getting out of a dangerous situation. That or he’s a poodle.

Either way Halsin just being very happy tsking care of his rescues, maybe training some to be therapy dogs he takes to foster homes and things.

[friendshipcampaign]

Session Recap 12/28/19 - High Standards

 “I’ll have to talk to the others, but either we can be in touch or you can,” Erwyn replied to Palava – and then had to explain to the others exactly who he was talking to. 

The party decided to send a just a few members out to the elephant statue to meet with Alembic and Palava and guide them back to their hiding place. Voski asked Erwyn how the voices were again, and when he replied that the whispers were worse again, Ditto suggested Voski try giving him the Ring of Mindshielding – which he accepted, though he seemed conflicted about it. 

Voski and Amaranth then went to Nora to try to dispel the enchantment on her tattoo. The first time she cast Dispel Magic it didn’t work again, but the second time there was a visible effect as the magical effect left it.

“Congratulations on your unemployment,” Voski told her.

Next they moved on to the chest containing Amaranth’s things. Voski warned Volfred to move back a bit before she tried anything, but her last Dispel Magic worked, allowing Amaranth to pick the lock using a second set thieves’ tools she’d hidden in her boot. Not only was her stuff inside, but so was a ciphered note, which she promptly brought out to the boys, who said they would take a crack at it later. 

Around that point, Erwyn got another Sending from Palava, and let him know that some of the party would be meeting them later, in disguise. Seeming anxious, Kriv rummaged through his bag and handed Ditto one of his healer’s kits, saying it seemed like she often ended up needing to heal people very often, and asked that the two of them pick up more if they could find any. Voski ducked into the demiplane to grab the harp the group had retrieved and asked if she could borrow the Bag of Holding in order to disguise it, since the case was obviously harp-shaped.

Right as Ditto and Voski were about to head out to meet with the Gatekeepers, Kriv got a Sending from Thodri saying she’d left notes in a copy of Five Centuries of Dwarven Heresy at the bookstore The Light of Truth, and that only he would be able to see the true writing. They then set off, heading to The Pig’s Eye first, as Ditto wanted to warn Frileg that it seemed like things were looking pretty dire for Veritas.

Frileg didn’t recognized them when they came in, so Voski deposited her bag on the counter to let her sort things out. Ditto explained she was in disguise and asked if Nilo and Clarity had swung by – apparently they had, seeming both celebratory and a little distraught, and saying they were planning on getting out of town soon. Ditto asked if Frileg was thinking about doing the same, warning her to maybe consider taking a vacation.

“I’m feeling very worried for anyone I love who’s in this city,” said Ditto, “And for anyone I don’t love, too, but in a less personal way.”

Frileg asked if Ditto was planning on getting out herself, and commented that her saying she might have to face this one head on didn’t sound like the old Ditto. She asked what she thought was coming, and Ditto hesitantly admitted there might be three more breaches, but wasn’t sure, and didn’t elaborate much more. 

Voski was unable to locate the yolchol, but did ask Ditto how much she’d told Frileg on their way out. Ditto admitted she’d probably said more than she should have, and relayed what she’d warned Frileg about.

“That’s a pretty sensational thing you just told to a popular bartender, who knows how many more people she might tell?” said Voski.

Ditto insisted Frileg had more sense than that, and Voski sighed, saying she thought she wasn’t quite understanding what she meant and that the two of them should get on with their errands.

She didn’t leave it there, however.

“I just… you get that it’s a good thing, right? Because it’s a social hub?” Voski said as the two of them shopped for healer’s kits in the market.

Ditto perked up significantly at that, surprised that Voski was approving of what she’d done because she was so used to always saying too much. 

“I forget that not everyone’s experienced as many dramas,” Voski said with a sigh.

The two of them then went to the abandoned warehouse where Voski knew the yolchol was hiding out – though she instructed Ditto to go into the tailor’s shop next door and maybe buy some socks or something. Voski then poked around for a back entrance to the warehouse and knocked on the door. A yellowish mist emerged from a crack, wooshed back inside, and the door opened to reveal the drow demon, who invited her inside. Voski shut the door behind her.

Once she’d returned the harp, Voski asked if this would get the yolchol an audience with Lolth. When she answered in the affirmative, Voski asked if she could pass on the information that something was tampering with “the investment,” as the yolchol had previously referred to Erwyn, hoping Lolth might be able to do something about the situation. The yolchol said she would do what she could.

“I will inform her that this is safe, and that you also have something you wish to secure,” she said.

Voski then went and retrieved Ditto (who had bought a pair of socks for herself and another, despite the challenges of socks for dragonborn feet, assuming Voski would want some too) and the pair went on to the bookstore where they were greeted by an owl-face aarakocra. Voski found the right book – with some papers inside that to her eyes looked to be about the worship of Dumathoin – and Messaged Ditto about distracting the bookseller, who asked them about finding some woodcarving books. Voski then retrieved the notes.

Next the two of them went to Knife’s shop. Knife also didn’t recognize either of them, but Ditto let him know who she was – though she resorted to using Message to talk to him quickly, as he couldn’t control his volume well. She also warned him about the coming danger, but Knife said he wouldn’t leave Veritas. Ditto told him to be careful at least, and to keep an eye out for everyone else in the city before giving him a big hug. Before they left the shop, Voski bought some tiny salami.

Back in the basement where the rest of the party was waiting, Amaranth asked Kriv–who was writing something on a piece of paper–how he was, since she could tell he seemed upset about what had happened with Erwyn. She told him that if he wanted to talk about anything, she was there for him. Kriv said he didn’t really want to talk about it. Nora, meanwhile, tried to strike up some friendlier conversation with Erwyn, but he was more than a little out of it.

“What sort of things do you do?” she asked him.

“Get into trouble, mostly, I think,” he replied, sounding extremely distant.

Eventually, both rogues hit similar awkward silences with the boys, and Nora and Amaranth retreated into the demiplane. Before vanishing, Amaranth looked at Kriv, then at Erwyn, and shrugged. Nora, meanwhile, was also obviously stressed out, saying she didn’t know how to talk to anyone outside of the Unseen, but Amaranth assured her that the party was just going through a lot and showed her how to form things in the demiplane, creating an incredibly wonky-looking statue of Volfred.

Meanwhile, outside the demiplane, Kriv suddenly heard the voice of the shadow demon in his head, saying “No thank you? I thought paladins were supposed to be grateful.”

“I figured you got what you wanted,” he replied in his head.

The shadow demon laughed. It said that the party would have plenty of time to say their goodbyes, adding that it might be another three or four days before the Abyss took hold, if Erwyn was lucky, but that it might go poorly for the rest of the party when it happened. It went on to say that people thought they could stand in the way of the Abyss, but that it was infinite and would always win. Kriv laughed and replied it was just saying things he already knew. Eventually, the demon commented this conversation wasn’t as fun as it had expected, since people normally tried talking back. It told him to be careful the next morning.

Erwyn asked Kriv if he was alright and he admitted the demon had just spoken to him, which prompted Erwyn to ask Kriv if he was hearing voices too. Kriv explained this was different, and that it seemed most of the consequences for what had happened had fallen on Erwyn, not him.

“I’d rather it be that way,” Erwyn said. 

“I’d rather it didn’t. You didn’t really have a choice. I did. Kind of.”

Kriv insisted that what happened was objectively his fault, saying he should have been smarter than to wait outside, but Erwyn disagreed, saying he also could’ve spoken up earlier. Kriv admitted he’d asked the demons for help, which made whatever happened to Erwyn his fault.

“And if you use that as an excuse to be guilty, then I guess that’s my problem, too,” Kriv said.

“I already feel like I’m losing my sanity,” Erwyn said. “I don’t also want to lose my friends.”

Eventually, Kriv asked Erwyn if they were going to survive this. Erwyn said he had no idea, but that it seemed some of them had a better chance than others, as his running total wasn’t looking good, which caused Kriv to grimace. The two of them discussed whether they thought the demons would follow them if they managed to get out of Veritas alive.

Kriv asked Erwyn what he would have done if their positions were reversed. Erwyn said he wouldn’t have asked the demons for help, and that it felt horrible to say it to Kriv, but he didn’t think he’d have taken anything from the demons – but he also felt like it was one thing to say he had those principles and other to put them into practice.

“I expect you to put your morals above our lives,” said Kriv.

“Isn’t it funny that I don’t think that makes me a better person?” Erwyn replied.

Kriv brought up the situation with the Morkoth, where Erwyn had managed to drag them into a fight because of how he prioritized sticking to his principles, even when Kriv was also in the room and in danger. He said that Erwyn really scared him sometimes, and they should have died then. 

Seeming unsettled by the conversation, Erwyn commented “Between Aurelia, who I was familar with a long time ago, and even Calma, it seems that some of the worst people we’ve run into think they’re doing the right thing. I’m just trying.”

Erwyn said he was sorry for how the situation with the Morkoth had affected Kriv, who replied that he wasn’t sure he believed him. He told Erwyn that even when he made choices that seemed entirely moral, he had to make sure he knew who was looking at him, and might be affected by them.

“I think at the very least it helps build more trust, and that can be tough to come by,” Kriv added. 

He then commented that he thought they were all going to have to make a lot of choices in the coming days, but especially the two of them.

“I will take responsibility for the choices I have made,” said Kriv.

“As will I,” said Erwyn. “May we both make the right wrong ones.”

Erwyn added that he wanted Kriv to know he didn’t necessarily feel good about all of his choices, and that from the very first day he’d set out to protect others, he felt he’d only left people hurting behind him. Kriv commented that maybe Erwyn should have been the paladin, as he talked more like one—but that it wasn’t a compliment.

Neither of them seemed particularly comforted by the conversation.

Meanwhile, Ditto and Voski had reached the elephant statue, where they were waiting for the Gatekeepers. Voski casually asked if back at the Raven Queen’s temple, Ditto had been about to try to read someone’s mind before she’d stopped her. She then added she kind of wished she had, because the break-in there was bothering her—more specifically, who might have been behind it.

“I just can’t figure out what happened!” she said. “I made a chart!”

“It was a really good chart,” said Ditto.

“It was,” said Voski.

Voski also asked why Ditto had chosen to brag to Nilo that the bard had once killed someone by insulting them, saying it wasn’t a skill she was usually played up for. Ditto said she’d just never seen anyone do it before, and that Voski was really good at insulting people—though she then clarified that wasn’t meant as an insult itself.

The Hour of Verity struck, and it wasn’t long before the two of them spotted Alembic and Palava heading towards the elephant statue. Palava didn’t recognize them, strolling obliviously past the two of them, but Alembic managed to, getting his attention so the pair could head over. While Ditto and Palava engaged in some not-exactly surreptitious hellos, Voski Messaged Alembic the passphrase “The locked door must be guarded,” to which he sent back “And the unlocked door must be barred.”

Voski introduced herself and Ditto as Lucine and Panana, as the group walked, making it clear they were keeping their identities hidden for a reason. Alembic telepathically messaged her to ask if there was anything else they should know. She Messaged back that things hadn’t gone well for Erwyn in the last fight, and there might be some aftereffects.

When they reached the basement where the rest of the party was, Voski gave Kriv the papers she’d picked up at The Light of Truth. He was able to read them, and they proved to be extensive notes on everything she’d observed that might be useful to the group. The group then did their best to fill Alembic and Palava in on everything they knew. Both were appalled to hear how much had been going on, saying they’d have sent to party with backup if they knew more about the situation in the city.

Alembic eventually turned to Erwyn and asked what Voski had meant about him having some troubles. He froze up trying to explain, and Palava put a hand on his shoulder, telling him to take his time. Eventually Ditto told them about Erwyn dying and being resurrected by the shadow demon, and the side effects he’d been experiencing since. 

As Erwyn explained about the second eye on the cult’s symbol flickering for him, Palava asked if he’d been able to speak Abyssal already. His ears drooping, Erwyn nodded. Palava asked all the languages he knew, and Erwyn replied with the full list. Palava explained it was good he knew Infernal and Celestial, since they would help counteract the Abyssal influence, and that the Gatekeepers had helped people with Abyssal influences in their brain before, and they would help Erwyn, too.

As the group got to talking about the situation at hand, Voski asked if Violetta had looked at all into something that she’d asked about–namely, whether tinctures had been reported in any other cities where there had been planar breaches–which reminded Palava that Hubris had managed to expedite the mail Ditto and Kriv sent back in Veritas, and gave the two of them the letters they’d received back. The group then got to talking about next steps, agreeing their objectives needed to be closing the three partial breaches, trying to find a way to run the Raliv mercantile out of town, and figuring out what was going on with the goddess.

[marionmaverick]

What Does your Blood Taste Like?

L'Calem Tia: salsa roja

your blood tastes like salsa roja, a hot sauce made primarily from tomatoes and chili. prominent flavors: fiery garlic (ouch!) and piquant cilantro.

Marion Maverick :fruit punch

your blood tastes like fruit punch, a fruit juice typically mixed with sweeteners and sodas. prominent flavors: sugar, ambiguous fruits, and uncomfortable school dances.

Erwyn (Durge yet to appear): melted dark chocolate

your blood tastes like melted dark chocolate. prominent flavors: mildly sweet, with a refined amount of bitterness.

stolen from: @darlingdesiredelicious

[astriiformes]

It's definitely... interesting to look at the evolution of the type of characters whose narratives hit me the hardest, because there's a very real shift over time that corresponds pretty glaringly my own life experiences.

When I was younger (high school and into early college) I had a tendency to latch onto bright, eccentric genius characters, not just for their positive traits but also because I was awkward and often lonely and struggled socially, and felt like I could project that onto them easily while still feeling good about myself. There were very real reasons beyond just wanting to feel smart, but I still tied a lot of weighty mental importance and self-identity to characters like the Doctor, and Newt Geiszler, and Ford Pines, in ways that absolutely influenced things like my future career goals and college choices

--and as someone who ultimately fell short of that brilliant academic archetype, in the long run I think it did a lot of damage. I won't say that seeing myself in those characters was exclusively a bad thing (it helped me figure out I was autistic, for one thing, as well as recognize elements of my personality that are also very real during a formative period), but I do have sort of an awkward relationship with how I used to feel about them vs how I feel about them now.

There wasn't a huge transitional phase. I think the main character I can point to as a sort of pivot point might be Percy de Rolo, who still fits the brilliant eccentric archetype but is much more glaringly mentally ill and ultimately ends up on a very different path than he started on by the end of his story. That smug desire to be the smartest person in the room is very much still there, but it wasn't the main reason I latched onto him. And I don't think it's coincidental my biggest CR1 phase hit after I dropped out of school the second time.

Since then, my favorite characters have been...... different. There's Fjord, who picked the wrong patron, totally ruined his life for a bit, and then slowly rebuilt his self-esteem with the guidance of a friend, a new god, and a better calling. Hunter, who was driving himself to the point of a complete breakdown trying to live up to unreasonable standards, and Lilith who made questionable life choices that put her in a similar position prior to a full-on midlife crisis in her 40s. Harrow, who's brilliant and powerful but also completely broken for it and would have been better off if she didn't feel like she had to constantly apologize for existing. And now I'm having a lot of feelings about Andreas, who starts out as a university drop-out going through a total career shift and is clearly somewhat insecure about it who then.... well..... [gestures]

Even when I do like smart or particularly gifted characters, it's for totally different reasons. I like Raine because they're awkward and anxious but still willing to stand up for what's right, and have had a real impact on how I think about my gender and helped reignite my love of performing music. When I first read Gideon the Ninth, I spent a good chunk of the book thinking about how my younger self would have latched onto Palamedes instantly, whereas with my experiences now I almost felt wary to, before ultimately deciding I actually liked him because he was kind, had a strong moral compass, and deeply loved someone who was chronically ill.

And it's not like it's more virtuous to like characters for the reasons I do now, but for me, personally it's certainly healthier to have my preferred archetype be "people who have tried and failed (but aren't giving up)," and it's been a bit of a trip watching that shift happen when for so long I felt so differently.

[rainwingmarvel7]

Basic Erwyn Dormaire (Snow) Lore

Born: 287 AC, Braavos

Parents: Edwyrd Dormaire and Melisandre of Asshai

Siblings: Alistair Dormaire, Nadya Dormaire, Victyr Dormaire

Love Interest(s): Arya Stark (S1-S8, wife), Margaery Tyrell (S2-S6, largely one-sided romantic interest until S6)

Children: Alys, Eddard, and Victaria Dormaire (w/Arya Stark)

Titles: Bastard (S1-S8, but largely kept secret), Nobleman of House Dormaire (S1-S8), Knight of Ravens (S2-S8), Lord of Raven’s Keep (S8)

Weapon(s): Bow (gifted to him by Theon Greyjoy before departing for King’s Landing), Sword (given to him when he became a knight)

Fic: As the Raven Flies

[hueshiftersofficial]

Sexuality(+ gender) List

. Hyacinth Coran: questioning

. Azure Hamasaki: omnisexual, androgynous/gender non-conforming

. Coral Rogue: lesbian

. Maris Gorman: pansexual

. Saffron Seville: bisexual

. Marigold Spera: heterosexual

. Gracen Farran: gray-asexual

. Primrose Rogue: pansexual

. Heather Coran: heterosexual

. Amethyst Coran: panromantic asexual

. Erwyn Irving: asexual, demiboy/gender non-conforming

. Bruno Donnelly: heterosexual

. Esmeralda Garcia(@littlechaoticwitch’s character): pansexual

. Omaira Arusha(@puffy-princess-art’s character): biromantic demisexual

[l-o-t-m]

the most beautiful Elissa.  photographed by Erwyn. 

[valiantquest]

[snailcat69]

hi hai hi my name is riley/erwyn and this blog is new but it is most definitely not my first rodeo on this platform and i missed it so i came back. eebydeeby horse plinko glup shitto it feels good to be back home