#oc: watcher lorenzo

[herearedragons]

The day the Watcher comes in, they're holed up in Galvino's study as the old man works on some device to knock out his latest projects: the constructs had gotten out of control again, too many of them for Devil to handle at once.

She watches him, amusing herself by picking at one of her rivets — the metallic screeching makes the old man grumble and curse, and then throw a book at her, but it's been nine years since the last time he'd actually managed to hit her — and idly wondering whether maybe he'll starve to death before finishing, this time.

She'll be fine either way, she knows. Galvino had made sure of that.

Then she hears some of the traps go off in the distance. First the noisy ones near the entrance, that are as good as a knock on the door when the door's unlocked, and then some of the heavier ones, letting her know the noisy ones didn't scare them off.

The intruders advance. They work through the constructs — Galvino laments this, actually complains about precious materials being destroyed; the materials, not the souls inside, he can always get more of those — and make their way to the door of the study.

Galvino shoots her a glance. Devil doesn't even bother to pick up a knife; his visitors, his problem, not hers.

At least the day's gotten interesting, she thinks.

And then a man comes charging in, and for a second she almost thinks he is coming for Galvino's life. A Berath-touched fella, smoky hair and all, he walks towards the old man like there's nothing else in the room — and then stops a few paces short of him, and starts yelling in Vailian. Devil can tell 'cause it's the same language Galvino's always muttering to himself in when he's too sullen for Aedyran, or cursing when something goes wrong.

Galvino interrupts him, starts talking back, but the man presses him. He's young, Devil notices, about her age when she first ended up here. That makes her think about how long it's been, which she doesn't like, so she tries to go back to watching it all like a play. It's pretty good, even if she can't understand the words.

The godlike's got friends, too, and they all file into the room awkwardly as the two argue. One of them, dark with feathers in her hair (no, hang on, the feathers are her hair — godlike again?), tries to step between the two, puts a hand on the young man's shoulder, asks a question. He replies shortly, and whatever he says makes her fall silent, but this exchange gives Galvino just enough time to get his breath back and say his piece. He fills his entire chest with air, and when he speaks, Devil knows he's playing to an audience, 'cause he's speaking Aedyran.

"Of all the adventurers that have barged into my home, to come in and accuse me of murder! Murder, when I have given my life, my all, to preserving the kith condition!"

Devil's got thoughts on that, but for now, she's more interested in seeing what happens next.

The death godlike responds.

"Cirono has seen through my eyes and spoken with my mouth," he says, jabbing an accusing finger into the animancer's chest (ooh, bold). "He knows what you do. He will come for you."

Funny, but there's not a lick of Vailian in his Aedyran; had she not hear him scream at Galvino in his mother language like it was his own too, she wouldn't have guessed.

Galvino just grunts, none too impressed, and shoots back:

"I am old, aimico. If Cirono has a grievance with me, she can sort it out whenever she desires. But as you see — " and here he grins; it's an expression that Devil knows well, and hates, because it usually means that the old man has gotten one up on her somehow. She hates to see it happen to the godlike boy, too; he'd had a great start — "I am still here. Now, will we do business, or will you get out of my house?"

The godlike says something else in Vailian, then turns around, and walks out of the room. His companions glance amongst themselves for a moment, then follow.

Galvino huffs, folding his arms as their backs disappear in the shadow of the hallway.

"What has the world come to? Am I right, Devil?"

She watches the party leave, and only when there's nothing more to see, says:

"What's that 'bout you being a murderer?"

"Bah! The boy saw my essence extractor and lost his nerve. Said that one of these machines killed his mother — and why am I to blame? I did not perform that operation. I told him as much."

"Uh huh. And you ain't ever done a bad thing with one of those."

"I gave you a second chance in life," Galvino snaps. "Is that not the opposite of murder?"

Devil looks at him: a thin, weathered thing in a stained apron, surrounded by spare parts and rotting books.

If she cut his throat, would he even bleed?

It has been a long time in here.

"You don't know nothing about murder," she says flatly, and then, "I'm going after him."

"No need," the old man says, irritated. "We will find new souls later. First, you need to clean — "

"Clean it yourself," she snaps. "I'm going after him."

He gives her a look, then, as if taking her in for the first time.

"You would leave? To do what — rust in the snow?"

"Maybe. All I know is, that fella had a purpose in him. He's going somewhere. You — " she swipes a hand in front of her, gesturing to the mess around — "you're not going nowhere. You'll rot here with your golems 'til you die. I'd rather rust outside than rot here with you."

And then she turns around and walks out of the room.

"Very well!" Galvino's voice echoes after her, straining now, croaking as he makes himself heard even over a distance. "Go! Rust! If you're lucky, the villagers might hang you up as decoration! — "

And then she's too far to hear him, marching through the corpses of his failed experiments, and she rounds the corner to see a sliver of daylight filter in from outside and hear the faint noise of many voices arguing.

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for Selene: her past life was Iovara's student and gave me young/insecure vibes in general when I played her, and then I decided to throw in the fact that she was one of the first nature godlike born, drawn to Thaos' cult because he offered her an answer for what she was. she loved Iovara but was too afraid of Thaos to not do his bidding, so at some point I decided that she eventually fell into a depression after the events we see in the flashbacks, started questioning The Faith, and was assassinated before she could follow in Iovara's footsteps. I don't really have a visual idea for her except "really young nature godlike", she probably didn't live past her 20s (and this is how I decided Selene's soul has a tendency to die young in general, making her an outlier)

for Lorenzo: I thought it would be fun to have the Inquisitor be like an Iselmyr situation, and so Cassius was born. to make him a little less of an Iselmyr situation I made him more of an "imaginary friend"-type manifestation, with Lorenzo usually perceiving him as being just out of sight. I then decided I wanted Cassius to be Iovara's lover, because Lorenzo falls in love with Aloth, who looks a lot like her (fair skin, bright eyes, dark hair, elf), because I knew I could give them many issues about it. specifically, Cassius trying to convince Lorenzo that his feelings aren't real and are just an echo of Cassius' feelings for Iovara, trying to isolate him from Aloth and the others. at this point it was becoming clear to me these two (Cassius and Lorenzo) were going to have an abusive relationship, with Cassius being assertive in getting what he wants and Lorenzo being a former slave with passivity and subservience hardwired into him by his upbringing, trying to grow past it, and Cassius doing his damndest to not let him. visually, I wanted Cassius to be kind of scrappy and read as someone ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, because that IS what he was like. here they are btw

for Mae: I knew I wanted the kind of person Mae would despise being. she values independence and integrity, is very guarded with her feelings, and has a violent reaction to any threat to her dignity (being an orlan woman in a highly competitive field will do that to you), so her past life was a spineless simp who joined Thaos' little cult solely because he had a weird yandere crush on the old man, and proceeded to happily commit atrocities, including betraying and torturing his own sister, for a shred of Thaos' approval. I don't have a visual design for him, but he's like a spindly dark-haired elf with a soft, slightly trembling voice. if Mae could kill him again with her own bare hands, she would. I wrote a thing about that, with a side of ship content

fellow poe players how did u guys design/come up with ur inquisitor im curious

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Music in the Night - An OC kiss fic

no prompts we die like men

A little something something featuring @herearedragons's Watcher Lorenzo and my Watcher (tho not in this instance), Gaura

Word count: a little over 2k words

Lorenzo woke up to a strange sense of absence. His fingers slipped between the ridged growths over his eyes, trying to rub away the drowsiness weighing his eyelids down. He yawned, and as air filled his lungs, his mind was cleared just enough to comprehend what he was sensing.

The ghosts… they drifted away from him. They weren’t gone, of course, they would never leave him especially not since his Watcher abilities manifested. But they weren’t suffocatingly close and their unfaltering attention was turned elsewhere – to the windows of his bedchamber.

Lorenzo sat up cautiously in his bed, but his movements were ignored. He took a breath, enjoying lightness of his chest. He stretched, enjoying the space afforded to him. A laugh threatened to bubble up from him and the Watcher clamped a hand on his mouth. Whatever joy he felt was his alone. Without thinking, he made his way to the window but he saw nothing worth of note, even as his eyes grew used to the penumbra granted by the moon. He opened the window then, curiosity getting the better of him, and for a moment he heard nothing but a breeze rustling the leaves of the hedge maze. And then…

A melody. Played on a violin.

Try as he might, Lorenzo couldn’t recognize the song. But he couldn’t deny its beauty, and it wasn’t hard to guess why it garnered the ghosts’ attention.

‘Another chanter?’ A quiet question slipped from the Watcher’s lips without him realizing it.

And he immediately regretted it.

The faint sound of the violin was drowned out by an onslaught of demands. The comfortable solitude was gone in an instant and Lorenzo had barely a moment to steady himself before he fell into the clutches of the dead once more.

Get closer.

One voice stood out among the others. Lorenzo nearly doubled over hearing the order. His hands reflexively moved to his ear, but it only seemed to amplify the ghosts’ assault on his hearing.

Get closer!

Lorenzo leaned over the windowsill, clutching it for safety. He took one deep breath, then another, his ears peeled for the faint melody carried by the chilly, late night breeze. As the music became clearer, the dead seemed to have calmed around him. Whether they truly did or his own focus eased his mind, he couldn’t tell.

‘What a racket,’ an unmistakable groan sounded right at the edge of the Watcher’s hearing. Cassius didn’t make his presence known since Lorenzo woke up and a part of him wished he would go back to sleep already. When he’s cranky, it exhausts them both.

Lorenzo straightened up, his gaze was fixed on the hedge maze: the source of the soothing music. For a moment he hesitated – the violinist wouldn’t hide there in the middle of the night if they wanted to be disturbed, after all.

‘Exactly, you’re wasting our time,’ Lorenzo could almost feel Cassius dragging him back to bed. ‘And you’d be wasting theirs.’

The Watcher nodded shyly. He took a step towards his bed, when he remembered to close the window. Silence fell upon the room with the glass blocking the calming sound of the violin. Almost perfect silence. Something within Lorenzo already missed the music. But mostly he just felt grateful for the ever so rare peace and quiet he was feeling.

Thanking the musician seemed like the polite thing to do.

‘Don’t even think about it,’ Cassius’ voice felt like a shard of cold metal being jammed into his head. ‘You know there are no kindred spirits for the likes of us.’

The Watcher put on his boots, wrapped a cloak around him and made his way to the maze. His steps were quiet even in his haste, and he instinctively shrank himself even though no one else seemed to have been awake. The night was not cold, but he couldn’t ignore the goosebumps forming on his skin. The walls of the maze blocked most of the moonlight, but even in the dark, Lorenzo felt… safe. Even Cassius seemed to have been at ease, which put a faint smile on his face. The music was steadily guiding him like a lighthouse and following it felt as easy as breathing.

Soon, however, he glimpsed light. The center of the maze was wide and open, allowing the moon to illuminate it and as Lorenzo got closer, something, someone, brighter came into view.

A god-touched woman – one of Magran’s daughters – was sitting on a bench. Her eyes were closed as she played the violin held against her chest. Even then Lorenzo could still see her gaze shift under her eyelids, and her expression change along with the flow of her song. She was focused, immersed, and strangely enough, she… almost seemed pained. Whatever she was envisioning, the song was meant to ease her mind from it, Lorenzo realized, just as much she was easing his. He absentmindedly leaned against the wall of the hedge maze as he listened, and winced at the sound of the leaves he rustled.

The violinist’s gaze darted to him immediately, and he reflexively took a defensive step back. She merely cocked her head at him though as she was trying to make his silhouette out in the dark.

‘I didn’t realize anyone was still up,’ she set aside her instrument and stood up. She gave Lorenzo a once over and her bright eyes widened at his death-touched visage. A common reaction, he would have thought, but the woman’s words surprised him still. ‘You must be the Watcher,’ she gave him a shallow, clumsy, half-hearted curtsy with a smile that carried the politeness her gestures lacked, ‘apologies, my Lord, I am Gaura. Marshal Forwyn recruited me to aid you in your fight against Lord Gathbin.’

‘No lord, just Lorenzo,’ he shook his head and glanced away a little embarrassed. He wasn’t quite awake for speaking Aedyran yet.

‘Not yet, if I can help it,’ she leaned forward slightly and gave him a wink. Lorenzo was grateful Berath’s touch hid his cheeks turning a deeper shade of purple. Gaura picked up her violin as she continued. ‘Still, you are the last person I wanted to disturb this hour. I’m truly sorry.’

‘No!’ Lorenzo cried out just as she was about to leave. The volume of his voice surprised them both. ‘You didn’t disturb me.’

‘Oh,’ Gaura’s stance relaxed a little. The Watcher didn’t even notice her tension before. ‘Then…’

‘The ghosts were listening,’ Lorenzo pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. Gaura glanced to where he was pointing and only then did he remember that she couldn’t see what he was seeing. He hurriedly hid his hands under his cloak at the realization.

‘Right, I’ve heard this place was rather haunted,’ she nodded. ‘Still, ghosts are a chanters best allies,’ she shrugged, ‘and Caed Nua is truly beautiful, I can see why you want to protect it. I… have never worked as a mercenary before,’ she smoothed down a flame dancing by her ear, ‘but I won’t let you down, I promise.’

Lorenzo could only respond with a weary smile. Gaura returned it, but she too seemed to have felt the silence turning rather uncomfortable between them.

‘That song you were playing,’ the Watcher spoke, ‘can you… teach it to me?’

Gaura blinked at him in surprise. She looked at the instrument in her hand for a moment before she answered.

‘I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can. It wasn’t a real song I was playing, I just… improvised something,’ she shrugged. ‘Sometimes I just focus on what I’m feeling and let my hands do the rest,’ she sat on the bench, closed her eyes and pressed her violin against her chest, safely away from her fiery hair. She took a deep breath and allowed the music to leap from the strings under her fingers. She only played a few notes before she stopped, chuckling to herself. ‘It’s easier at times to figure out what goes on in my head if I can hear it in the notes weaving together. I hope it’s not too much of a disappointment.’

‘Not at all, it was beautiful,’ Lorenzo reassured her, ‘although it did sound a bit sad.’

Gaura let out a short, bitter laugh. ‘I imagine it did.’

‘Is there anything I can do to help?’

‘Aside from employing me?’ She gave him a pointed look. ‘I don’t think you can.’ Her expression shifted slightly and yet her sorrow seemed much more palpable than before. Lorenzo took a step closer to her and it put the smile back on her face. ‘It’s kind of you to offer though.’

The Watcher made his way to her slowly and cautiously. Gaura didn’t look away from him, not even for a moment. When he sat beside her, keeping a respectable distance, she let out a heavy sigh and turned her attention to a blade of grass swaying in the breeze. A few moments passed in silence and the woman found her voice again.

‘I came to the Dyrwood to visit a relative, but…’ she trailed off. Lorenzo knew this silence well. It was the sound of grief too fresh to talk about. ‘But the journey to Defiance Bay was costly. More than I thought it would be. So now I’m stuck in the Dyrwood until I make enough gold for the voyage back home.’

‘Home? Where is that?’

‘The Living Lands.’

‘Ah,’ he has never been there, but Lorenzo heard of the place. A land that is alive and wants all trying to conquer her dead. He couldn’t help but admire it, although Cassius couldn’t appreciate it the way he did, not even after they heard how lush and beautiful it was. ‘I can see why the Marshal recruited you.’

‘And that was before he knew I was a chanter,’ she finally looked back at him. She had pretty eyes, Lorenzo noted and the thought stirred disdain in a presence that loomed over it – over him – threatening to crush the notion by overwhelming him.

‘Fool! Do you think one touched by death is worth anything to someone with a soul of war and struggle?’ Cassius snarled into a corner in his mind, right behind his ear. Lorenzo shut his eyes tight and recounted every possible way he could apologize in every tongue he knew.

Gaura noticed that something was amiss. ‘Are you alright?’

Her voice turned Lorenzo’s attention back to her. ‘I am, thank you.’ He cleared his throat. ‘If you’d like, I can help you, you don’t need to stay for the battle.’

‘Come now, if you’re going to help me get back home, the least I can do is defend yours in turn. I have conscience. And pride.’

‘And if you’re not alive to get paid?’

Lorenzo’s question was answered with a loud, melodious laugh.

‘Please, I’m not that easy to kill, have a little faith,’ she lightly elbowed him in the side. A moment later the flames framing her face started fluttering. ‘I’m sorry, my Lord, that was rather inappropriate.’

‘Never mind that, and I’m not a lo-’

‘Not yet,’ she corrected him before he could finish. Silence lingered between them for a moment, and Lorenzo came to the conclusion that Gaura also had pretty lips.

‘Do you think you can play for me?’ He asked tearing his gaze away from her, just as he sensed Cassius’ anger rising in him again.

‘I could, but I must warn you, it might not be as… “beautiful but sad” as it was before,’ her voice rang with levity. ‘Talking helped, thank you.’

‘Don’t mention it,’ Lorenzo turned back to her, with the most appreciative smile he could muster. ‘I should be the one thanking you for the performance.’

Gaura chuckled. To the Watcher’s surprise, she reached for his hand. ‘You’re being too gracious, my Lord.’

‘I’m not a-’

Lorenzo’s words got stuck in his throat when she lifted his hand to her lips and blew a gentle kiss on his knuckles. While he was busy trying to remember how to speak, Gaura began playing her violin once more, and before he knew it, Lorenzo was swept up in her soothing melody again.

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Valentine's cards from the Watchers, but they're all very normal

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used timeskip-era Lorenzo as a rest subject for figuring out my new watercolor brushes. fumbles were made but I like where I got with the colors

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✨Let's talk about OCs!✨ How would you describe your OC's personality/aesthetic? What's your favourite thing about them? Tell us a fun fact(s) about your OC or their creation!❤️ Send this to at least 3 people to spread some OC appreciation!❤️

HI HELLO I JUST did a Dragon Age Blorbos appreciation post so now I get to talk about my Watchers also, HECK YES.

I talk about their angsty lore a lot so for a change of pace, going to share my favorite silly things about them

Selene Moonborn:

goes ham for good paper and ink. she used to be a scribe in her acolyte of Ondra years and she doesn't really get to do calligraphy or illustrations anymore (she picks it back up as a little hobby in the timeskip between POE1 and POE2, she doesn't have THAT much time for it though), but she'll still buy the really good stuff if she sees it in the wild. the absolute best thing you can buy for her is a bottle of that shimmery blue ink her temple used, which is nefariously hard to track down, but it's her absolute favorite

incredibly bad at flirting. she's a literal telepath and she still can't do it. her charm works only on Edér and only when she's not doing it on purpose, in every other situation she'll just stand there like 🧍����

perpetual :/ face. woman who is too busy holding back The Voices to emote

her cipher brainwaves will sometimes cause wild animals to follow her around for a while (ranger Selene foreshadowing)

Mae Briarheart:

as a Goldpact Knight she is an Efficient and Practical Professional. she is also a show-off. if there's an opportunity to do a sick trick while in combat she WILL take it. also has a flair for the dramatic/intense in general, which she tries to curb but she doesn't always succeed

always has a book in her pack because you never know when you need to kill some time, and they're always the Eoran equivalent of like. Jane Austen. convoluted romances with Social Dynamics are her favorite genre of fiction even though actually being in this kind of situation would drive her up the wall

after POE1 she and Hiravias keep rescheduling their duel where he's supposed to kill her for trespassing on his people's sacred sites and she's supposed to kill him for (checks notes) "being annoying". he keeps showing up like an hour late and going "aw, rats, I missed it" and Mae goes "guess we'll have to reschedule" and then they just hang out. world's normalest friendship

Lorenzo Ciro:

he's shy, but if you give him the space to express himself he WILL. between the events of POE1 and Deadfire he discovers that actually he likes bright clothes and loud singing and maybe the whole death omen branding is not ALL there is to him

in a weird relationship with his summoned phantoms because many of them are people he killed, but also he definitely did conjure a phantom just to have someone to talk to once or twice

kisses Aloth at the end of POE1 and then they don't talk about it for five years (well they do, but basically it boils down to Aloth feeling that he's not ready to be in a relationship and that he needs to take care of other things first, so they wait)

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the thing about Lorenzo is that he is a pretty sweet and shy guy but also the climax of his story arc is him fistfighting himself from a past life and winning

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🎲 !!!

40. An impulsive kiss

He's in his own body again.

It's hard to know, right now, just how much time has passed. Locked inside of his own mind, it was all a haze: endless monotony broken up by glimpses of what Cassius was doing with his body, scarce opportunities to struggle against the will of his past life.

Now he's back, fully Lorenzo again, standing on his own two feet in a shadowed chamber barely illuminated by the soft glow of an adra pillar — and still the light feels nearly blinding to him, the echo of his companions' voices against the stone walls overwhelming.

It makes it hard to focus, to come up with a good answer when Pallegina narrows her golden eyes at him and says:

"But how do we know you are you again, Watcher?"

"Huh." Edér scratches the back of his head, then turns to Aloth, asking uncertainly, "Can you... tell if he's back? You've got a better shot than any of us, probably."

"I..." Aloth clears his throat, not taking his eyes off Lorenzo even for a second. "...I suppose I can try."

Hesitantly, the wizard steps forward. Still keeping a safe distance, he studies Lorenzo's face — what can be seen of it; oh, how Lorenzo wishes that Aloth could see his eyes, in all of Kana's tales it were always the eyes that betrayed one's true intentions.

"...Lorenzo?"

His voice is so gentle, when he asks, that Lorenzo could cry. There's hope in it, and the fear of that hope being shattered, and if Cassius were still there, Lorenzo would destroy him just so that he wouldn't have to disappoint his closest friend, his —

The feeling that fills him then is almost like madness, except he'd felt true madness, and it sapped the strength from his bones where this feelings fills him with intensity, anxiety, a need to act.

Not knowing himself what he intends to do until it happens, he steps forward, gently cups Aloth's face with both hands, and presses his lips to his.

It's a light kiss, and a chaste one; he has no practice, and no skill to attempt anything beyond, and the feeling in his chest roars and gnashes its teeth, unsatisfied, when he pulls away, but even then his heart is pounding.

One thing Lorenzo knows for sure: Cassius would never do that.

Aloth is frozen before him, his mouth just slightly open, a blush on his face so apparent that Lorenzo can see it even in the dim greenish light.

In the silence that follows, Edér awkwardly clears his throat:

"...So, do we all need to do that, or?"

"I believe he has made his point," Pallegina says dryly. "Has he, Aloth?"

Some of Aloth's composure comes back; his expression pulls back into a more reserved — if still shaken — look, and, slowly, he nods.

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thinking about communication horror. when you can't express yourself or share information not because you choose not to but because it's literally impossible. it is forbidden. you are in a hell of your own making crafted from experiences that will never be known by anyone else but you

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thinking about Cassius (Lorenzo's horrible past life) and how like. he's this unstoppable force on a quest for revenge, who will lie and manipulate and kill for his goals, but the thing he's actually trying to "set right"?

he messed up. that's it. he trusted the wrong person, chose the wrong side, and now he spends lifetime after lifetime acting like he was somehow forced to do it, like it's something that was done to him rather than something that he did.

which, yeah, he was indoctrinated. he had incomplete information. he was cut off from the person that might have been able to help him out of it.

but Cassius straight up goes "actually I was never ever wrong, and all the bad things I did and continue to do are the fault of literally everyone else, including the people that suffered way more than I did as a direct result of my actions"

like. his true grievance is that he realized way too late that he ended up as a villain in this story and he just doesn't want to have to live with that, but he also doesn't want to be remembered this way. so he's on this "revenge" quest which isn't even about getting justice, it's about destroying the last evidence of what he did

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female robbery by the neighbourhood is not a Lorenzo Song but like

this but it's him talking about Berath. or about the people that used to own him

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i think i fooled myself into believing i sent an ask before whoops can i get 5, 7, 17, 25, 31, 33, 39, 40, 43, 45, 50!!!

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

well honestly Selene is already what I would consider a popular oc because like. more than a handful of people know who she is and have said nice things about her and people have ??? drawn her ??? unprompted ??? which is WILD shoutout to the Selene fandom once again. so if I had an option to make one (1) oc popular on a larger scale it would probably be her because I already know she'd click with people (and also she's my favorite and I'd never get sick of talking about her/seeing other people talk about her).

but also as a secondary option, Aqun and/or Adina because I feel like they have some fun nuance to them and I'd be kind of curious to see different people's takes/opinions/interpretations of them

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

BDJDBSJSHSJSBSJDJDKS well?????? yes?????????

most of them are part of the story of their associated videogame, and then there's all the fic I'm writing. I do also have some non-fandom characters/settings rotating in my brain, but it's nothing concrete enough to talk about

17. Any OC OTPs?

no OCxOC ones, but a lot of OCxcanon ones tbh. if we narrow "OTP" down to One True Pairing as in "I can't envision them with anything else" then it's Selene and Edér (surprising no one) and Mae and the Devil of Caroc (which also shouldn't be surprising). if we interpret it as "favorite ship regardless of whether this PC has other ships", then I'm adding SolAqun to the list bc they've also been on the brain lately. the holy trinity of Doomed Yaoi, Undoomed Yuri and Impending Doom Het Ship

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

funnily enough probably Aqun. we look nothing alike but Aqun🤝me (multicultural, multilingual, single child, STEM, Logic and Rationality as a coping mechanism, inclined towards Making Things, burning hatred of Social Overcomplication)

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Adina would 1000% be on here and her blog would be red-themed with yellow/blue/green accents, have a custom HTML theme she edited herself with artwork BY her, and it would be just all of her interests in one big pile with a barely functioning tagging system. she posts her vitaar designs a lot and her pfp is Her Actual Face with her favorite vitaar design up to date. she uses all caps/keysmashes a lot and vibes perfectly with tumblr's more absurdist kind of humor. Funny Nonsense comes to her effortlessly

33. Your shyest OC?

LORENZO. he's trying so hard to figure out how to People and having the physique of a Death Omen + an evil voice in his head is not helping. also he was a slave for the first 24-ish years of his life and old habits of Be Quiet Be Helpful Don't Speak Unless Spoken To die hard

39. Introduce any character you want

making you look at: the guy from the previous question. he's a runaway slave. he's a Ghost Bard. he was briefly possessed by the god of death and killed everyone in his master's estate with a song. he can sing ghosts into existence. he's haunted by his evil past life. he doesn't speak Aedyran (Eoran English) that well yet. HE'S SHY.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

@curiouslavellan I have to shout you out again because brainstorming Selene and Helaine plotlines in real time in DMs has been one of this year's highlights for sure. the people don't even know about the soul merging in POE1 and the Selene Is Dead drama in POE2. they don't even know about the werewolf au (well. one other person knows about the werewolf au)

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

I'm going to be real, my OC creation process IS just like. *spins wheel* so what's the source of YOUR deep set feeling of alienation

45. A character you no longer use?

shoutout to this girl who is an old creepypasta OC of mine. I still care her

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

subjecting you to the mental image of Aqun and Eldritch Wolf Solas chilling together in some nice scenic place. they never got to do that but I think they should have

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down in the halls of the kings who are gone. the watcher would sing with his ghosts. the ones he had lost and the ones he had found. and the ones who had loved him the most

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Hello! :)

📻 For Selene and Lorenzo, please!

(Selene) 📻 Evanescence - Whisper

Don't turn away (don't give in to the pain) Don't try to hide (though they're screaming your name) Don't close your eyes (God knows what lies behind them) Don't turn out the light (never sleep, never die)

Fallen angels at my feet Whispered voices at my ear Death before my eyes Lying next to me, I fear She beckons me, shall I give in? Upon my end, shall I begin Forsaking all I've fallen for? I rise to meet the end

(Lorenzo) 📻 Radiohead - Creep

But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here

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📻 for Lorenzo?

📻 Lacuna Coil - When A Dead Man Walks

Paranoia In which I think that I'm not confident Blood into my hands I can't deny A buzz into my ears that makes me mad

But I don't look back

While I'm waiting to die I don't look back In a weird lullaby I'll carry on

And the hope in my heart is dry

But I don't look back And I cannot reply I don't look back While I'm waiting to lie I'll carry on While they want to decide for me

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do you have any voiceclaims for your OCs? (was thinking about mae but I'm curious abt all of them)

not really tbh, I tend to have a pretty clear idea of how my OCs sound and then every voice claim sounds WrongTM to me. the exceptions are Kyana whose voice IS just the Violent female voice from DAO, and Selene whose voice is pretty much the Stoic female voice from Deadfire. I've also vaguely thought about how Liam O'Brien would probably be a good "canon" voice actor for Lorenzo (because like. he's good at doing the soft spoken haunted protagonist with a slightly raspy voice thing and that's Lorenzo), but I think I haven't found an instance of him playing a young Vailian yet so I don't have A Soundbite to prove my point.

for Mae, I CAN say that her voice in my mind is like. slightly more on the "lower pitched" side of things, has no rasp whatsoever but does have like a harsh edge to it (she also has two main modes of speaking, the first being Loud Confrontational and the second being a lower voice for like. more relaxed conversations), and of course there is the Aedyran AccentTM. I've listened to some examples of irl British accents and I think modern RP sounds the closest to what she sounds like in my brain, but also like. if I do find a voice claim for her that ends up having a different British accent it's fine by me