#oc: othrril

[ciceroandthelistener]

othrril’s ghost goes thru three distinct phases in my head.

The quintessential ghost. pretty normal looking, but amnesic with a habit of lingering in doorways. he’s harmless and skittish but still a little creepy if you happen upon him in the middle of the night

Still recognizable but now it looks like he’s actively decaying. leaves behind physical evidence like muddy bootprints and a weird fish smell. losing fear of the mortals he’s haunting. doesn’t know what he’s looking for but is desperately searching for Something <- despair and grief over the fact he can’t find it

Full wraith, has lost most if not all semblance of original personality. more skeletal appearance and significantly more aggressive towards mortals. also where did he get trueflame

[ciceroandthelistener]

need him sobbing begging for forgiveness

[ciceroandthelistener]

i call it the miraak special

[ciceroandthelistener]

rip othrril you would’ve greatly benefited from an autism diagnosis

[ciceroandthelistener]

i missed my chance to have othrril die at sea and become the elder scrolls equivalent of davy jones but OH WELL

[ciceroandthelistener]

no one:

othrril’s ghost wandering tel mora at 4am:

[ciceroandthelistener]

haven’t slept yet bc im thinking more abt othrril being a fucked up ghost. i think he needs to go full mad spirit before he gets his memories back

[ciceroandthelistener]

actually im sure so much of naelia’s issue with summoning an ancestor is just bc of how fucked up her family was. like she’s done the ritual aspect of it but she resents her father for leaving her and her mother behind to go to war THE SAME WAY othrril’s bastard son hated him for leaving his mother after a one night stand in cyrodiil. almost the same way how neloth (essentially naelia’s adoptive father/father figure) resents othrril for leaving for akavir and thus fracturing house telvanni

[ciceroandthelistener]

i think ghost!othrril needs to reflect his death. servants reporting muddy bootprints in the mornings. puddles of seawater around tables and shelves as if someone soaked to the bone had been there. a stink like old fish remaining after his spirit vanishes…

[ciceroandthelistener]

low res peepaw time

[ciceroandthelistener]

re yesterday’s post abt othrril: i think it’d be SO FUN if he forgot his mortal memories except the fact he died in a storm and began manifesting on passing ships, begging them to turn back even if the weather is perfectly safe

[ciceroandthelistener]

thinking abt naelia and othrril and man. she really is like is othrril had a weird grandkid. he's weird too. but naelia. WOW

[ciceroandthelistener]

cían 🤝 othrril

having shitty taste in men

[ciceroandthelistener]

what sorta ocs do you have?

(this ended up being WAY more than i thought so im adding a keep reading)

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i mainly have elder scrolls ocs, there's naelia, my dragonborn (who's playthrough i recently picked back up), champion of sheogorath and later the youngest member of house telvanni. she was born during the great war but was left an orphan when her father was killed in a skirmish and her mother died in childbirth. she was eventually adopted and thus grew up in blacklight, before eventually traveling back the imperial city in search of information about her parents. naturally this didn't go well and she ended up wandering the countryside of cyrodiil, and thus, into the middle of an imperial ambush marking the beginning of her time in skyrim.

othrril is my nerevarine! a former healer under the tribunal temple during his youth, he was the much beloved archmagister of house telvanni while he reluctantly accepts azura's prophecy. however, he vanished on an expedition to akavir, leaving the telvanni rattled, without leadership and, namely in the case of neloth, left mourning for centuries. he's also naelia's grandfather, with about eight generations (207-ish years) between them.

messerath is naelia's dremora companion. they've taken on an older sibling type of role, having known her since an accidental summoning when she was fourteen. they delight in showing up unannounced and tend to avoid getting in the middle of certain fights, but don't have any problem with taking a rowdy tavern patron by the collar of the shirt, or summoning a lesser daedra to deal with the more demanding incidents.

but i have my rdr2 oc cían! a cowboy turned outlaw hailing from westport, ireland, he briefly worked on a ranch in colorado following his mother's death, but took up with the van der linde gang after being shot and abandoned by three of the other ranch hands while on the road to denver. he's very out of place, having never robbed nor killed, but is perfectly happy helping around camp. he'd almost be a tiny version of miss grimshaw if he wasn't terrified of every shadow, but what else can he do besides get the work around camp done when he can barely stand moving camp at the drop of a hat, let alone having taken the life of a stranger? (he's also incredibly gay and trans :3)

[ciceroandthelistener]

it's giving elderly terrier 💅

[ciceroandthelistener]

don't remember what brush i used for him last time but fuck it we ball