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Major WIP---

Post by Iris » Sun Dec 15, 2019 3:37 pm

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Alexander ‘Alec’ Dryden
Uhh
Vampire
From England, maybe?
Dude's old-- not ancient asshole old, but old old, from like 1500s-ish
Mated with the love of his life when he was a young vampire, lost her, hasn't been with anyone sense and never would be

I'm imagining him up in some like estate in England for centuries being a depressed asshole??? Either that or in some old place in London??

Would maybe have met our ancient assholes at some point I feel??

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Major WIP---

Post by Iris » Tue Dec 17, 2019 7:39 pm

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Vampire
Big Gay
From Spain? Portugal? The middle east? Who the actual fuck knows

A+ artist, classical painter primarily but in to pottery and other art forms as well

Disorganized as fuck // probably needs to have her own studio so she doesn't get paint and clay all over the place
All about having fun
Not a sadist but also pretty selfish with the only person she cares about more than herself and her art being the love of her lifeee
Has been with her love for a long ass time

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Ethir—one step from grace

Post by Iris » Fri Jan 17, 2020 11:55 am

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i. Prince Ethir of Lyria xxxxx ii. Malexxxxxiii. Thirtyxxxxxiv. 6’xxxxxv. Human

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The first born son of the King of Lyria, Ethir was destined to be his father’s heir from the moment of his birth. It was something that was expected from him, that he was groomed for since childhood. He was tied to that fate, to the throne that was meant to be his, and yet it was not his greatest tie to destiny; that connection lied with another, a princess once meant to be his wife through the Law of Surprise. Destiny had seemed kind in childhood, with Ethir besotted with the girl he was meant to rule beside, though such bliss was quick to end when the girl left Lyria, rumors of her disinterest reaching Ethir with relative haste. Despite his hurt, in her absence, Ethir spent much of his time with his younger brother, a reckless fool seven years his junior with a pressing need for approval, continuing to train with a sword without his beloved sparring partner, or arguing with his father at an ever increasing rate as their relationship deteriorated. Still, despite the tension and much to his brother’s turmoil, Ethir remained the heir. He spent the next years learning from his aging father when tempers allowed, a feat which was far rarer even than the arguments they shared, given Ethir’s impressive ability to hold a grudge for extended stretches of time and be petty about the matter at hand, especially when it was regarding something that deeply affected him. In that, Ethir was far from an ideal son or heir, a stubborn nature often simmering in bitterness and years-old resentments. Despite his tendency of being seemingly perpetually unimpressed, Ethir continued to have soft spots- particularly the girl who he had loved since childhood, his younger brother, and any dog he might happen to come across.

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Nyrilla of Pont Vanis -- might've been a nightmare

Post by Iris » Mon Jan 20, 2020 2:15 pm

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i. Nyrilla of Pont Vanisxxxxx ii. Femalexxxxxiii. One Hundred Twenty-Threexxxxxiv. 5'6xxxxxv. Sorceress

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Born in a small mining village outside of Pont Vanis in the Kingdom of Kovir and Poviss, Nyrilla was born to a young miner and his sickly wife. Illness took her mother when Nyrilla was a small child, leaving Nyrilla to be raised by her father alone. Her father was a loving and kind man, but was seldom home due to his incredibly long shifts within the mine. Often alone and growing up in a harsh and extremely impoverished environment, Nyrilla grew up quickly as a child, becoming resilient, independent, and self sufficient from an early age. A tragic accident struck her village when Nyrilla was eleven, years of neglect causing a collapse in the mines with a high causality count, her father among the deceased. Witnessing the aftermath, Nyrilla saw her father's disfigured remains as they were recovered, a sight which would be the source of nightmares for the century to come and would leave her feeling alone in the world. After the accident, her estranged maternal aunt took her in in Pont Vanis, but Nyrilla was far from the ideal ward, and grew even worse in the following year when it became clear Nyrilla suffered from the same sickness that ultimately took her mother. When Nyrilla was thirteen, she had her first experience as a conduit of chaos during a fight with her aunt, leaving her aunt dead and Nyrilla sent to Aretuza. Nyrilla's ruthlessness and lack of sentimentality towards her peers allowed her to prosper in the school's setting. After ascending, Nyrilla spent decades studying her craft before being assigned to the court of Kovir to serve a king she loathed for years until a disagreement led to her being reassigned to Nilfgaard. It was there that her allegiance would be found- not by the ruler, but rather by the Nilfgaardian heir who was but a young child at the time. She aided the young heir when he grew deathly ill, and in the time they spent together during the ordeal, Nyrilla grew an attachment to someone for the first time since her father died, growing to have a protective maternal sort of relationship with him that would endure time, the ruthless sorceress diligently serving his ambitions and interests for the decades to come.

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Witcher Stark WIP

Post by Iris » Sun Mar 01, 2020 7:01 pm

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xxxxxxxi. Torrhen Starkxxxxxxxii. Malexxxxxxxiii. xxxxxxxiv. 5’10xxxxxxxv. Sorcerer
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Torrhen Stark—meant everything to me

Post by Iris » Sun Mar 01, 2020 9:23 pm

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xxxxxi. Prince Torrhen Starkxxxxxii. Malexxxxxiii. Twenty-threexxxxxiv. 5’10xxxxxv. Prince of House Stark

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The second child born to the King in the North, Torrhen Stark was the first legitimate child born through his father’s marriage to his Tully queen, though not the last, with another son and daughter born of the pair in the years that followed. Every bit a Stark at heart, Torrhen was still subject to his mother’s influence, evident no more clearly than through his faith, as he prayed to both the Old Gods and the Seven. Still, strong as it was, his mother’s influence was hardly absolute, the blood of the north strong in him, as was his love for his older bastard brother, Eydron, a man his mother would have much preferred he disregarded. As his father’s heir apparent from birth, Torrhen’s lessons for how to begin to shoulder the weight of such responsibility began even as he was yet still a child. Fortunately, he had the temperament for it, with a naturally strategic and adaptable mind that paid attention to his studies and an ego that was not so large that he was unable or unwilling to heed the advice of wiser council. Still, as a youth, he lacked the experience of his elders, and as such found himself occasionally susceptible to more rash decisions than his typically more responsible demeanor would allow. Nevertheless, his actions were seldom poorly thought out. Even more rarely were they done without care for those of his blood, or those of his kingdom, as his family and those who shared the blood of the north had his love and absolute loyalty. He believed in the lessons of honor that his father would preach, of morality, and of duty, and while none controlled his life, the beliefs did guide it, and at the very least never left his conscience. When free of his studies, Torrhen was still often with his family, none more predictably than Eydron on his visits to Winterfell. Regardless of the human company he kept, Torrhen’s beloved direwolf Joramun never strayed far from his side.

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Kaedwen Prince WIP

Post by Iris » Wed Mar 04, 2020 2:00 pm

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Kaedwen
Gotta find a name
24 years old
Only child but far more hardened cousins maybe???
Both parents alive

Uhh
He’s going to be trained with a master at arms like most highborns are,, beyond that though I’m??? Probably just proficient and not one of my fighter darlings but then again there are all of those lovely training clips and gifs that would go to waste if he isn’t and just ahhh @self, please contemplate this further
Even if he is though, in the world full of mages, elves, vampires, witchers, and more, I’m sure he’d still get his ass kicked by most of our darlings assuming these darlings are human of course when magic comes out to play

Our boy’s fond of those nightly adventures though. More on the Jasper and Achille level of hoe than Baelyx and Emmalia’s level I feel??

Surprisingly good at gwent from spending too much time at the tavern

Not really an asshole honestly, I feel like he might actually rank second for continued kindness out of all of my Witcher darlings after Tyllei? Definitely going to start off irresponsible though

Partner in crime is a stray??? kitty


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AU Dryad WIP

Post by Iris » Wed Mar 04, 2020 8:23 pm

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Pure Dryad— born, not converted
Dryad powers/attributes— simple elemental type magic, manipulate the trees for magical and convenient purposes, gains strength from the forest, a++ archer, sweat that smells of willow leaves
Note to self;; recheck the wiki to double check the powers since it was vague in some parts

Born of a dryad, was really young when Robert met her mother and fell in love. She was his mistress for a while but died, Robert never recovered from the loss but kept and cared for her daughter due to his love for her and so that he could always have a part of his beloved

wild as actual f u c k
I mean she’s a fucking nymph raised by Robert, what else could you expect

Hates cities, would always be in nature if possible
Not exactly the biggest fan of humans generally speaking

Also really hates clothes and far too willing and eager to take them off with her love
Hates shoes even more, barefoot more often than not


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Freydis WIP

Post by Iris » Mon Mar 09, 2020 6:29 pm

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Freydis
20 something??? Maybe 22ish?
Starts off sweet and turns in to a hardened asshole
Religious at least at first, worships the goddess Freya. Will probably end up either losing her faith or get angry with her goddess as time goes on?
Some elf blood from her father’s side

Father was a fisherman taken down in rough sees when she was a child, mother died of a common illness that spread through the island

Raised by her mother’s older brother and his wife, a childless couple who loved her as their own and treated her well, as well as her aunt’s mother who lived with them. Her uncle was often gone at sea so it was mostly Freydis with her aunt and honorary grandma

No pets but probably fond of some little crabs or something that she could visit on the rocky shores at low tide?

Fucking useless with weapons that require skill but will probably end up becoming more dangerous in a deceivingly still seems sweet but will stab you in the back kinda way maybe?

Will definitely do things she would never think herself capable of, but her and her love are going to have their asses tortured by us so change is inevitable and it’s gonna be a bitch

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Thaea— mortal body, timeless soul

Post by Iris » Tue Mar 10, 2020 9:59 pm

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xxxxxi. Thaea Stormxxxxxii. Femalexxxxxiii. Twenty-onexxxxxiv. 5’7xxxxxv. Bastard of Storm’s End


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A bastard born to a young woman of a hill tribe in the Mountains of the Moon, Thea was never destined for a predictable existence. Her mother left the Vale when Thaea was an infant, making Thaea’s introduction to the world as a young child a nomadic one of wilderness and survival. Early life was full of change, but perhaps none more so than the one sparked by a chance meeting between her mother and the young Storm King that would lead to their love. Her mother quickly became the king’s mistress, the three of them forming a most unlikely family as he officially claimed Thaea as his own bastard daughter. Despite his title, the king wasn’t prone to politics, freeing the family from the confines of a castle and the presence of his wife, and instead allowing for the proceeding years to be spent largely in extended hunting trips to the rainwood. It was an environment in which Thaea thrived, her childhood spent exploring the forests and training with her bow, seldom without being covered in mud. Life seemed perfect, until it wasn’t, her mother’s sudden death changing everything for the young girl when she was eleven years old. It was an incredibly difficult loss for Thaea, but proved even more devastating for the heartbroken king. The pair returned to Storm’s End, their life uprooted and forever changed. While the king soon spiraled down a path of self destructive behavior, Thaea was all that he had left of his lost love, and he was all that she had in the world, their bond remaining strong. Still, with a sharp tongue and untamed nature that craved freedom, Thaea did not adjust well to court life. Rather, she retained the culture of her mother, her spirit, and faith with the Old Gods. Decidedly different but with loyalty to and the favor of the king, Thaea nevertheless became accepted as the wild bastard of Storm’s End.

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