#her name is Oriphe

[seeksmoon]

☽     𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

name  :  alune.

nickname  :  lunie,  lune  ;  moonbeam  (  by  @fcrgiven  ).

gender  :  female,  albeit  being  detached  from  her  physical  form  made  her  indifferent  towards  it,  thus  she  considers  herself  more  or  less  nonbinary  (  &&.  uses  both  she / her  and  they / them  pronouns  ).

romantic  orientation  :  panromantic,  she's  also  pansexual!

preferred  pet  names  :  anything  moon  and  night  related  ;  cute  &&.  cutie  will  make  her  melt.  all  princesses,  queens,  goddesses  and  angels  too,  though  it's  very  much  verse  dependent.

relationship  status  :  verse  dependent,  but  by  default  in  a  relationship  (  more  like  complicated  situationship  )  with  @fcrgiven's  yasuo.  there  are  also  other  very,  very,  very  important  connections  :  despite  her  somewhat  one - sided  crush,  she  can  develop  feelings  for  other  persons,  @withinchains'  kayn  for  example  :)  i  usually  write  alune  as  obsessed  with  the  unforgiven  &&.  oftentime  sad  that  her  feelings  aren't  noticed  or  reciprocated,  which  opens  many  ways  to  other  characters  to  comfort  lunie  or  help  her  deal  with  her  fascination.  that  gives  alune  a  wholly  new  perspective  on  certain  aspects  to  romantic  conections  and  can  lead  to  changing  her  mind  regarding  her  partner - to - be.  other  notable  relationships  include  a  very  private  romance  with  @deadn30n's  yone,  kept  secret  from  everyone  :  the  band,  the  public,  the  press.  and  also!!  i'm  plotting  a  little  bit  with  @oriphical........  

opinion  on  true  love  :  i  know  these  are  romantic  headcanons,  but  romance  aside  —  isn't  alune's  and  phel's  love  the  truest?  she's  experiencing  the  purest  kind  of  affection  on  a  daily  basis,  all  the  time,  every  second.  for  her  not  to  believe  in  the  concept  would  be  insane.

opinion  on  love  at  first  sight  :  yes,  yes,  yes!  alune's  a  seer,  a  future  teller,  so  i  believe  she  can  fall  in  love  seeing  someone  for  the  first  time  because  it  would  also  be  easy  to  see  their  future  together!!

how  ‘romantic’  are  they?  :  very.  period.  she's  a  dramatic  soul,  seeking  deep  connections  and  bonds  —  though  in  her  own  way.

ideal  physical  traits  :  she's  fond  of  guard  dogs  —  bigger,  taller,  scarier,  contrasting  to  her  fragility  (  basically,  able  to  protect  her  physically  ).

ideal  personality  traits  :  she  adores  possessiveness  and  dominance  that  easily  turns  into  submission  at  her  request.  loyalty  is  a  must  and  so  is  endless  devotion.

unattractive  physical  traits  :  none?

unattractive  personality  traits  :  stupidity.

ideal  date  :  talk  to  her,  spoil  her,  adore  her  —  more  than  usually,  and  she'll  be  content.

do  they  have  a  type?  :  as  mentioned  above,  but  i'll  say  it  again  :  guard  dogs.  one  that  are  submissive  in  a  way  a  livestock  guardian  is  submissive  to  the  sheep  it  protects.  someone  who  would  willingly  do  anything  for  her  without  her  uttering  a  word.  strong  persons  :  be  it  physically  or  mentally,  though  she  leans  into  the  former.

average  relationship  length  :  very  dependent,  as  i  haven't  explored  many  relationships  with  alune  yet,  but  i  headcanon  them  to  be  long  lasting  ;  if  alune  places  her  feelings  onto  someone,  it's  not  easy  for  her  to  stop  adoring  them.

preferred  non - sexual  intimacy  :  physical  touch  —  guiding  her  through  a  crowd,  holding  her  hand,  stroking  her  hair  ;  anything  that  screams  "  she's  mine!  ",  even  though  it's  her  who's  the  owner  in  the  end  :)

opinion  of  public  affection  :  yes,  yes,  yes!!  alune  loves  being  worshipped  and  treated  with  adoration  shamelessly,  no  matter  where  she  is  and  with  whom.

past  relationships?  :  another  verse  dependent  subject,  albeit  in  her  modern  verse,  she  had  one.  i  say  she  wouldn't  settle  for  anything  less  than  princess  treatment  and  nothing  less  than  at  least  matches her  brother's  efforts,  but  in  reality,  alune  tends  to  pick  assholes  :  it  wasn't  a  very  long  relationship,  but  it  was  very  important.  the  heartbreak  forever  shaped  alune's  perception  on  relationships.

[pumpkin-bread]

Oh god my beautiful beachglass baby...

which tert? and yes, I WILL breed her

[ragsy]

🚪 for the OC who deserves to rest/chill, ❌ for the most stuck up/particular OC, 🎭 for the OC you draw the least!

🚪 OC in what they wear when lounging around at home

mark doesn't so much lounge as he does completely pass out from exhaustion. he probably has a comfy pair of old shorts and a tshirt that he keeps around for the occasion.

❌ OC in something they would absolutely never wear

disgraced former viceroy loraaga dormalath inflatable amongus costume

🎭 OC in another OC’s typical attire

oriph, tiefling seer, wearing Regular Normal Human Emily's yoga pants & crop top getup. the earrings are lemon slices!! i've literally only ever drawn her once before, and i've had her since like 2018

[trifarix]

          WE KNOW THE DEVIL;   we know it very well.   it’s in every cruel thought,   in every wicked barb.   it’s in the way flies buzz around exposed bone and intestines laid bare,   watching everything with more than a thousand eyes.   the haze that splits the canyon air in twain,   the embers of a low burning fire that becomes more of a prayer than the long - forgotten choirs of gods and angels,   struck down by virulent means.

and just as we know the devil,   we also know that devils live among us;   the butcher with his cleaver,   the hunter and her quiver   —   in the name of power,   of justice,   of taking names from graves that has long since been buried in desert sand.   we know them,   we deal with them,   and we are them.   we kill them,   we steal from them,   and we choose to turn away from them.

and behold,   a black horse ...   and the rider is called famine,   and great is his hunger for he is hunger.   robbed of sight,   relying on smell,   and he follows the charred foot - prints of war,   the red horseman of hell.   hunger,   he says,   is not just an emptiness of the maw,   of the hollow space between rib and soul.   no,   no,   he says and dips his head,   hiding fang and teeth that dares to rip into any pure being bereft of free will,   for hunger is of desire,   too,   for more   —   for power,   for justice,   for taking names that aren’t yours,   but ours.

“     they say,     ”     the manhunter rasps,   voice like still - smoldering coal,   while ember eyes guard the space between he,   the devil - to - be,   and she,   a blackened angel of eld,     “     that to kill divinity,   one must aim true.   grasp the god by its throat and make sure its gasps will never be heard.     ”

the town is silent,   daylight swallowed by the horizon,   and the blackest horse neighs where it has been leashed.   darius still hears the buzzing of something fast   (   four flies for fiends   ),   something terrible   (   true tests to teach   ),   something generous   (   genesis,   gentle goading given   ),   something dangerous   (   dance,   demons,   dares devil   ),   something that reminds him of stampeding hooves and the bloody end of those on the wrong side of war’s wicked scythe.

he roughly pushes at his left ear,   nearly knocking wide - brimmed hat askew,   masking the notion by tilting it forward to hide fire - bred gaze.   curious,   yes,   and hungry.   darius lifts a hand and taps the side of his nose.   famine doesn’t see,   eyes clouded by hunger and hate,   nor does he hear,   lord of the flies as he is.   famine smells,   a bloodhound seeking tracks,   and purity,   in a world where heaven is gone and hell razes on earth,   is a scent that lingers,   stronger than anything else.

darius’ grin is a slow thing,   spreading on rugged features till it threatens to split,   like the haze in a canyon,   face in half.

“    maybe ...   perhaps ...   would what i heard be ...   wrong ?     ”

@oriphic​        /        high noon gothic,   starter call.

[pumpkin-bread]

Atratus, Oriphe, Proxia?

I thiiink Atratus came with his name, and I've done Proxia already~ c:

Oriphe's name was derived from Orpheus, to hint at her penchant for beautiful and otherworldly song!