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incarnatesofmortis · 1 year

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Hiya! Welcome to Mortis!

My name is Briar, I use She/They but any/all is also chill, and I run this blog and made its characters. When/if I officially produce anything know that I am not the only person working on this project, I’m just the creative lead and the only one with a social media account.

What is Incarnates of Mortis?

IoM is a story focusing on a group of magical girl esque figures who protect the land of the dead from souls that have been corrupted. These figures are dubbed Incarnates by the public and believed to have been born from Mortis itself. Our protagonist, an Angel girl known as Merry Tolli, leads a faction of the incarnates who believe it is better to reason with corrupted souls and heal their suffering. She is rivaled by an Incarnate who has dubbed herself The Crypt Keeper of the River Styx, who leads a faction of Incarnates who believe the simpler solution is to fight the sinners in order to destroy the source of their suffering through force.

Who are the main characters?

Merry Tolli- An Angel with a heart of gold who is unwavering in her compassion. She earned her status as an incarnate by saving the life of a drowning boy as a child. She goes by the alias Odette the Swan when fighting as an Incarnate

Nalu Ikaika- A loyal and fun-loving Nymph who is childhood friends with Merry. She earned her incarnate status by saving a girl from a fire that burnt down her family cafe. She goes by the alias Lily Loch while interacting with other Incarnates.

Felix Chatmao- A chill and down to earth cat therianthrope who is friends with Merry. He earned his status as an Incarnate by saving the life of a lost child in the forest. He goes by the alias Acteon of Felis while an incarnate.

Styx- Styx, or Crypt Keeper of the River Styx by her full title, is the leader of a rival group of incarnates. She is cold and analytical. Her true identity is unknown. She seems to be blind, but seems to be able to predict attacks.

Plague Mascarade- A gunslinging and mouthy incarnate who seems to be a siren. He insists his reasoning for allying with Styx is just so he can shoot stuff, but it’s unclear if he’s telling the truth. He often leaves battles before their finished in a rush without explaining.

There are more, but I don’t want to spoil the fun ;))

Rules in case literally anyone cares about these characters and wants to draw them or something

1) Please credit me and link to my blog

2) Please no NSFW. Slightly suggestive is fine, but please no nudity.

3) Please don’t whitewash my characters. Please don’t make my bigger characters skinny.

4) U don’t have to but it’d be really super cool if you told me about it and where I can find you so I can gaze at your beautiful artwork and share it with the team.

For more specific information like some preemptive world building and more character details, there should be pages dedicated to those.

Thank you for reading and we hope you enjoy your stay in the land of the dead!

#Merry Tolli #Nalu Ikaika #Felix Chatmao #Welcome to Mortis #Welcome to my blog #Incarnates of Mortis #ocs

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evangelineartemiasamos · 7 years

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Red Queen Secret Santa - Every Shadow, Every Shade

My gift for @samanthaslytherin Merry christmas and a happy new year! <3

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One year before Red Queen ...

Elane POV

Even the tenth pencil I tried didn't capture my imagination. I pressed harder and lighter, cursed silently at the eraser and used the sharpener after just a few strokes but the gleam on the paper couldn't match the shine of her hair, her armour, her blades, her skin, or the dark light of her eyes.

Finally, I snorted and raised my hand asking for the tutor - then he was already behind me before I'd looked into his direction, or called his name.

"Master Eagrie," I said, using the address only appropriate in this class, "do you have more pencils? The ones I have just don't offer the right shades ... " I went on talking although he could see for himself and divine my words. At least he didn't interrupt me by saying my own words before I spoke them myself. Other seers of his house never learned this basic politeness.

"You may use this one," he said, handing me a pencil and pointing, "there. And try another one for the armour. But to be honest, I'd recommend you try to shade more, much more. Make it darker to get more contrasts."

I sighed. "That wouldn't be accurate. Lady Evangeline is light-skinned."

He shrugged. "Right, Lady Evangeline is well-known to all of us." He sounded sarcastic, almost amused. "I'm merely intending to teach you, Elane, to try something new to improve. Or do you have a specific reason to make this a perfect portrait?"

I felt blood rushing up and blooming in my cheeks. I noticed his informal address as well as his insinuation. I did intend to make the portrait a gift to Eve unless I found another way to confess my feelings to her.

But when I looked at him - Roman Eagrie, my cousin - I didn't saw a person joking about me, but something close to empathy flashing on his face. As if he wasn't an art tutor in a class full of other young nobles but a friend offering to trust him. Which he was to me. A free-spirited friend, a little older but without belonging to my direct family was a refreshing, different, company.

"I'm undecided," I replied finally. "This is definitely not good enough, and I shall try harder, and heed your advice."

He nodded, smiling, and patted the back of my chair. Did he ever get frustrated about knowing what people would say and do beforehand? All I knew was that he used his ability for art. "You're one of the best here, Elane, if I'm allowed to say so," he added.

I inclined my head with acquired modesty. "Thank you, Master Eagrie." Then he went to another student.

Actually, I wasn't surprised to hear this. I was the second-best student in this class, solely bested Leticia, another Haven cousin. Our family seemed to have an innate talent for the arts and Roman likely inherited his from his Haven mother. Yet I wondered about the intentions of the rest of the class. Its purpose was rather recreational for Silvers who liked art as a hobby but I wouldn't be surprised if some were here to enjoy Roman's company for a different reason: Strikingly handsome, still unmarried in his late twenties and heir to is house, he was a desirable match for the seven other ladies in the class, all older than me, and I suspected the two male students harboured a fancy for him as well. It didn't bother me as long as they didn't disturb the lessons but I'd realized long ago that Roman, who was currently dating Reuben Osanos, didn't wish to marry anyone, be it man or woman, no matter how much everyone else wanted him to. So I rather mused on Roman's view of his students as he always remained polite and committed and avoided any tries of flirting.

I tried the new pencils and advice Roman had given to me on my drawing and the more I worked on it, the more I doubted my skill and the pose itself. I erased several areas I'd been proud of to create more reflections on Evangeline's armour and knew immediately they weren't accurate this way, not when I craved perfection in every shadow and every shade, as she deserved. Why was this so difficult, I should know how to draw light and shadows better than anyone! I would need to work more on this, change the lighting completely to make it look right and compelling, and research the metals she wore as armour. If I ever became content with this work to call it finished and present it to her, I wanted her to feel the graphite flakes that my efforts had fixed on the paper in this helpless attempt to convey my love for her.

I put down my pencil and sighed. Then I saw the other students were already leaving, and only Roman remained with me, catching my eye.

"Oh," I said, blushing again and embarrassed to have forgotten the time. "Here, I'll return your pencils." I grabbed them, their case, the drawing and my folder and walked to his desk.

He cleared his throat. "May I see your other drawings, Elane?"

"Sure." A part of me was nervous but another hoped he'd have the answer to make my works perfect. He certainly contemplated them thoroughly but when he lifted his eyes to me, I couldn't help fearing I'd revealed my whole heart to him. I saw the unspoken question hanging between us: Is Evangeline Samos the sole subject of your art?

I swallowed, and his hawkish features softened. "Elane," he said, and I had to sit down.

I would not cry in front of him.

He stayed as compassionate as before. "You're friends, aren't you? You could ask her about the metals she wears." Then he winked and I had to smile a little.

"She's preparing to win Queenstrial," he said.

"Indeed."

"You don't want to try to become queen?"

As if. "I'm the third daughter. If I wasn't close in age to the crown prince, my parents would be content with any offer from a high house." While the prince's existence created more competition among the young ladies, there were more young lords to court as well.

"Hmm." He thought for a long moment, his eyes not looking into the immediate future for once. "Elane, you see, sometimes noble parents are very glad if their children make proposes on their own."

I laughed. "Right, like the girls - " I stopped, getting his meaning. "You don't think that ... Eve ... ?"

He shrugged. "As you said, you're the third daughter, what can they expect of you? There's freedom in being not as important."

"I don't know." I didn't know anything, really. Not about Eve, my parents' expectations or whether people saw being a paramour as prestigious or undignified. I wasn't averse towards marriage or having children but those ideas seemed so distant when you walked on the fragile ice of new and likely unrequited love.

"Maybe you should ask her out," Roman suggested. "As you're friends. You could ask her how she really thinks about Queenstrial."

"You think I'd have a chance with her?" I smiled at him, out of politeness and yet strangely hopeful. I wished so much he was right. It wasn't easy for people like us, Silvers who fell in love regardless of gender.

"You won't find out unless one of you tries it. That doesn't protect you from disappointments, though." He laughed but it was tinted by less joyful memories.

"Sure," I replied, "I have to stand up for myself and take what's mine. And now I sounds a lot like parents talking." I rolled my eyes. "Only they never tell you to find the person you love."

"Yet we always keep searching," he added.

I thought all my hopes forlorn as Evangeline had brought her brother along - to our "date" on a café's terrace overlooking the river.

"Tolly just returned from Corvium," Eve said, "with the crown prince."

I wondered if her brother regarded me as much as a third wheel as I did him.

"Cal and I finally took matters into our hands," Ptolemus proclaimed. "Can't be we'll have to continue this war for the rest of our lives without achieving victory." He took his glass and drank.

"Cal ... ?" I inquired.

"The crown prince Tiberias Calore the seventh, flame of the north," Eve corrected, smirking. "I prefer to maintain formalities, Tolly."

I had to smile, for two reasons. Eve insisting on formalities while addressing her most-noble brother with a silly nick-name like "Tolly" was adorable. Secondly, her wish to remain formal in regards to her likely future husband gave me a surge of hope.

"Have you ever been to Corvium, Elane?" Tolly asked, unusually serious.

Surprised by his interest, I merely nodded at first. "I have, yes," I replied. "We Havens are valuable for many tasks required at the front." Even as children, when abilities were still unstable. Most of my house were trained to become spies and assassins and invisibility was always welcome.

Tolly patted my hand. "I'd love to exchange experiences with you one day," he said.

I agreed according to all my courtesy lessons.

"Eve's never been there yet, you know?" he added.

My head spun. Unlike Tolly, Eve didn't excel at polite yet funny banter and stayed earnest, only inclined her head. "I am a court lady, and a proud member of our house. I governed in our homelands though, presiding at trials and, well, executing the verdicts."

Oh.

Tolly raised his glass. "To my amazing sister!" he toasted.

I followed suit and giggled, looking around to check if we were identified. Eve only took a sip, then glanced at me and for a second, she smiled as much as her dark eyes sparkled. Then she downed her drink. "Let's go somewhere else," she announced. "Elane, I think you've been out around here a little more ... often, do you know a place?"

I beamed at her, letting the light reflected by the glass around us glitter and flicker in little rainbows. "Sure I do."

I'd been to this club several times, with friends or my sisters but everything about this was new to Eve and watching her usually impenetrable haughtiness be replaced by fascination and curiosity filled me with joy. It was almost more intoxicating than the drinks Tolly purchased for us when he wasn't dancing. Apparently, he wasn't a stranger to Archeon's night life either.

And although Eve was just sitting on the couch we secured, occasionally sipping form her cocktail, I could hardly tear my eyes away from her. She wore a short black leather dress, with its creative use of straps both prim and sexy in an original way. Small metal plates and studs were tacked on it and those gleamed blue in the club's lighting. Even her hair shone almost blue. I had to hold myself back from taking the straight sheets of her hair into my hands, from stroking or tucking it behind her ears - which were adorned with the most marvellous earrings.

"I wish I could filter the colours of the light like this," I muttered, gesturing around. "All by myself, I mean."

Eve bended forwards, stopping just centimeters in front of me. "You're beautiful as you are," she whispered, "Elane. And if you try hard enough," she chuckled, "you'll manage that feat, like your ancestors did."

I breathed raggedly. Finally my fingers found and brushed over her skin, not demanding but still full of yearning. Eve's dark eyes fixed on me and for a second, like the touch of a feather, our lips met.

Afterwards, I couldn't believe it had happened. Although my hand still squeezed hers while her other one examined my jewellery.

"They look so good on you," Eve said. "There're always glitter, light and rainbows around you."

I laughed, covering her hand on my chest with mine. "It's cheap stuff for every day," I said, "simple black gems in silver."

"How the colours of our house become you," she said. I blushed and she grinned. "Do you want to dance?"

"Of course." But we ended up rather hugging and swaying than in any actual kind of dance, not caring about in which rhythm the music blared, nor about the other guests around us.

Eve stumbled. "I wonder where all our elegance went?" I mused.

Eve tsked. "Drowned in our glasses," she murmured and then she dropped almost 10 cm.

"By my colours!" I cursed.

Eve cackled. "Adjustable heels, Elane," she said. "The time for high heels is over." Indeed, beneath the metal decorations on her shoes, the soles and heels were crafted from her elements as well, likely aluminium.

I patted her back. "What allows you to be so practical?"

"I'm practical enough to leave now. Or can't we, Elane?"

"Tolly ... "

"... could take us an hour to find and I need fresh air now."

The moonlit night sky was as beautiful as the rest of the date. Eve took hold of my arm although I believed she was able to walk on her own. But I didn't complain, not about her touch, nor about the way she glanced at me.

"Isn't your family mansion on the other side of the city?" I asked finally, to be fair. "Should I get a transport? Your parents might worry -"

She cackled. "Oh, Elane, my parents never worry about me. If I couldn't take care of myself for one night, then it'd be my own bloody fault for not being good enough."

"Eve ... "

She sighed. "No matter. If your home is close by, certainly we'll find a spare bed for me."

But she didn't leave my room once we'd arrived. We dressed down to our underwear and fell onto my bed, luckily large enough for two. We didn't embrace, not even touched and I did find us a spare blanket, and yet I couldn't believe this was real. Evangeline Samos had kissed me. She slept in my bed. All I wanted was to repeat this evening, make sure it wasn't a dream or a singular occasion caused by the influence of alcohol. So I couldn't prod and thus make her feel like I was exploiting the situation.

I woke at the incredibly early summer dawn, to the sound of Eve getting up and into the shower. I dozed off again, astounded by her little amount of sleep. Unlike me, Eve seemed to be an early riser.

The next time I woke, Eve sat at my desk, coffee in hand - from where? - and looked through my drawings. Of her. I rushed up in embarrassment to loom over her, wrapped in my blanket.

Her fingers glided over one sheet, the main piece I worked on in class. She glanced at me, her mouth slightly open but apparently uncertain of what to say. All I hoped for was she wouldn't think me a stalker and for an eternally long moment, I expected her expression to change into distaste.

It didn't.

"Sorry," I said, "I wanted to gift you an awesome finished portrait, but I failed so far. But there's still time until your birthday, isn't it?"

She closed the folder and smirked. "I'm excited, Elane. There is no way you'll disappoint me."

"Never," I promised.

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