#he/him for kerbasi

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Kerbasi and Throyann 💀🗡️

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Otheron Indero

43 // he/him or they/them (genderfluid) // ESTP // 5′ 11″

Birthday: November 14 (Scorpio sun, Sagittarius moon, Taurus rising)

Favorite food: Beef tongue sashimi

Favorite drink: Iced coffee

Favorite flower: Cactus flower

Patron Arcana: The Chariot

Masquerade outfit: Scorpion

Romance: Nazali Satrinava, Nurlan Samal (universe-dependent)

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Otheron was born in the vast cold desert north of Prakra, the third of four children. His twin older brothers, Adiran and Elazar, made names for themselves following in their father’s trade as goldsmiths, but Otheron and his sister Kerbasi spent more time with their mother, weaving fine cloth and playing music, which instilled in him a lifelong passion for both hobbies. 

Kerbasi got lost in the desert when she was 13, after she “ran away” following an argument with their mother. Otheron and his brothers went after her and found her injured at an oasis several miles from town after stumbling into a slot canyon in the darkness and breaking her femur. Luckily, young Prakran doctor Nazali Satrinava, who had also left home recently, was visiting a larger settlement nearby and heard Adiran and Elazar come riding into the central square shouting for help. Thanks to Nazali’s care, Kerbasi made a full recovery, and over the months they spent helping her, they and Otheron became very good friends.

Otheron eventually left his hometown for the Prakran capital, though not in Nazali’s company. He first found work as a weaver, then as a tailor, then as a stylist and shopper for Prakra’s elite. His eclecticism made his services popular with fringe groups and newer nobility and within ten years, he was living very comfortably.

He and Nazali were reunited at Nadia’s send-off to Vesuvia, almost twenty years after they first met. The bond they’d formed when they were younger was still strong, and the two of them realized that they might have deeper feelings for each other. They’ve been together since.

Otheron’s quick-witted, independent, and has never hesitated to make his feelings known. He’ll choose something to wear just because it clashes and get dressed up to buy groceries. He almost always has some sort of side project going on, usually more than one, and is very tactile; most of his hobbies involve the use of his hands, from playing guitar to carving soapstone to mixing his own cosmetics. He meditates for half an hour every morning and gets very upset if this ritual is disrupted. Both of his parents have since died, but his brothers and their families still live and work in the town they grew up in and Kerbasi keeps him informed on their goings-on with frequent letters, when she isn’t taking care of her and her wife’s children.

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Portrait of a grumpy goth plant

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Decided to retouch this study a bit ♡

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Plamts!

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A flower for you 🌷🐑✨

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“My life will end and so will yours so just kiss me anytime”

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Necromancer & Mesmer ships are top aesthetics ♡ Characters are Kerbasi (he/him) and Albireo (they/them) ♡

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Today for a warm-up I thought... how Kerbasi's horns grew up

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✨ Kerbasi (he/him) with short hair  ✨

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Kerbasi is a character I definitely don’t draw enough. He was my first sylvari, my second GW2 character and my second most played character! So I want to talk a little about him.

His skin is dark green, has snaky orange eyes and likes to shape the two branches that grow on his forehead as horns - he usually don’t get them both the exact same shape though: he is no sculptor.  He has a sour sense of humor (he usually wears a malicious smile on his face), likes to mock the dead, loves to endanger himself. Loves to eat meat and sometimes he even eats bugs! He is apparently immune to poison.

He was very solitary as a sapling. Not because he had problems in approaching people, but because he did not feel connected to anyone at all and he wondered if he should go Soundless. Then, he left the Grove. He always felt attracted to dark places and obscure mysteries; ghost stories do not frighten him at all. Thanks to that, he earned a lot of scars in his mindless, lone adventures inside catacombs throughout Ascalon. In his travels, he heard about necromancy; he became fascinated with the magic, and the concept of death which was new to him. He mastered necromancy in a few years and liked the idea of “making” his friends. He never killed inocents for practice - he is, in fact, a very helpful person!, but he wouldn’t cry if he eventually found a corpse or two.

After years of traveling, he returned to the Grove a few times. He felt connected to his home and Mother after knowing himself better. However, the Grove was too bright for his taste. He joined the Vigil w/ the intention of fighting hordes of undead and to find opportunities to expand his necrotic talents on the battlefield, but he didn’t enjoy the company of the soldiers and all that talk about honor and vigilance. When the Pact was created, he left the Vigil and joined the Priory instead, thinking the place was more suitable for someone like him, though he did not last long - rules and diplomacy ruined it. He left the Pact, joining the former commander's personal guild instead. In the guild, he made “real” friends who shared a similar interest in magic and mystery.