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I really really like Arnold! And him being an exorcist , and being damn good at it is just the cherry on top. Did I mention I like his hair colour too? 😁😍🥰

Name: Arnunludo ‘Arnold’ Lopez.

Age: 1200. (In Earth) 500 (In Virginia).

Date of birth: 10 December 609 (In Virginian time & year)

Current location: New York.

Favourite colours: Gray, Green, Black, Blue and Red.

Favourite food: fries and burgers, Pasta, Mulukhiyah soup, fortune cookies.

Likes to: To feed and care for animals, to help people, to talk to people (include giving advice), to meet new people and so on.

Body-shape: semi-muscular.

Height: 6’5 (196cm).

Hair colour / type: smooth / soft short Peach-Blonde hair.

Eyes: Gray almond-shaped eyes.

Notable features: handsome face, a mole under his right lower lip.

Aura colour: Gold, so is his magic’s colour.

Inspired by: Arnold Jackson from Totally Spies (Name only) and unnamed background character, also a blonde handsome model with tanned skin, from totally spices, John Constantine from DC.

Pets: Doesn’t have one.

Powers:

Virginian magic. (Includes telekinesis, fire blasts, energy blasts, forcefield generation and high intuition, etc)

Superhuman stamina.

Superhuman strength.

Great strategist.

Great healing powers.

Semi-Immortality.

Ownership of enchanted weapons.

Can understand animals but he doesn’t talk to them.

“Be the reason there are goodness left in this world” __Arnold Lopez.

The lore

Coming from the prestigious family ‘Al-Khaghdasaryan’ famous for their curse breaking and cleansing from demonic possession — and also, for purifying haunted places and banishing evil spirits.

Arnold knew little of his Virginian heritage, Let alone his prestigious family; since his aunt: Lydia Fallon, had taken care of him since he was a little boy, no older than 10.

The year was 1731 on Earth; when he was brought by his aunt and they lived peacefully in New York.

The city was quiet at this time; with a few people walking then and there, enjoying the clean air and the beautiful, bright sun. The sky, is a perfect shade of pale blue littered with a few thick white clouds, as if they are white cotton candy on a blue plate.

Arnold walked through the door, weary and starving after a long day of school in the quiet city of New York. The mere scent of cooked food filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace towards the kitchen. He cordially greeted his aunt, who was already dishing out the meal onto plates.

His aunt looked up, a warm smile on her face as she noticed his hungry expression. "Hungry, are you, my boy?" she affectionately asked, her eyes sparkling with affection.

Arnold smiled and nodded, his stomach rumbling in response to the delicious aroma wafting through the air. He took a seat at the table and breathed in deeply, savouring the smell of the freshly cooked meal. "Absolutely starving," he replied, feeling his mouth water at the sight of the food. "It smells amazing," His aunt chuckled, her expression warm and affectionate as she served up the plates.

Arnold's aunt beamed at his compliment, her eyes filled with pride as she watched him take a bite of the food she had prepared. The meal was a sumptuous feast, with succulent meat and fresh vegetables beautifully arranged on the plates. As Arnold ate, his aunt, Lydia had struck up a conversation with him, engaging in lighthearted banter and chatter.

His aunt swallowed a spoonful of the mouth-watering meal, her voice firm. "Eat, and get dressed."

Arnold looked up from his plate, eyes meeting hers. "Are we going to cleanse another troubled house?" he muttered, his tone tinged with a mixture of resignation and curiosity.

She nodded. "Aye," she replied, a hint of determination in her eyes. "That's what we'll be doing."

Arnold nodded wordlessly, returning to his plate and taking another spoonful of the delicious food his aunt had prepared.

Arnold continued to eat, his thoughts revolving around the upcoming task of purifying another haunted house. His aunt broke the silence, her voice matter-of-fact.

"We'll need to do some preparation before we head out," she informed him. "Grab your gear and make sure it's all in order."

Arnold nodded once more, he’d prepared his gear and other equipment after he’d finished his plate.

A while later, Arnold is getting ready. His hands methodically gather his belongings – his protective talismans, various tools, and other necessities. He felt a twinge of anxiety, the thought of facing another haunting was always a bit unnerving.

As soon as he readied himself, His aunt entered the room. She was dressed in a brown 1700s fashion style top, with long sleeves and ruffled around the hem, a long black and blue skirt with buttons and ruffles too — lastly, brown flats and a sunhat with white feathers and armed with enchanted daggers.

His aunt; is a beautiful Virginian tall woman with smooth olive-tone skin, almond-shaped large green eyes as if they were glowing emeralds, and wavy yet thick ebony hair that hung past her backside in soft curls. Lastly, a mole on her upper; giving her the iconic seductress air. She looks beautiful and mesmerising in her regal Virginian beauty. It always puzzled Arnold why his aunt was still single and unmarried while being this beautiful, he pondered that she’d face catcalls, and men flirting with her on a daily basis.

As Arnold finished gathering his supplies, his aunt stood up, a resolute look in her eyes. "It's time to go," she said, her voice firm but gentle.

With a deep breath, Arnold followed her out the door, their journey to the haunted house beginning in earnest. The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of trepidation as they made their way to their destination, the knowledge that they were about to confront yet another malevolent spirit weighing heavily on both of them.

Arnold and his aunt strolled to the garage. After his aunt took the carriage out of the garage, they didn’t need horses because she’d use her Virginian magic to move it. Arnold pondered how his aunt managed to convince the locals they were blessed with ‘the help of angels’ she’d say. To him, It is just a straight-up lie to cover their usage of magic, and it worked.

Arnold and Lydia are now in the carriage, She used her magic to move it around the quiet streets of New York. Some people were flabbergasted that she could move it without horses, but hey! She is an exorcist. A good follow of Jesus.

Arnold let out a weary sigh, crossing his arms to try to disguise his discomfort at the attention they were receiving. He tried to brush it off but it was extremely difficult for him not to be unbothered by it. The people were eyeing them as if they were aliens or highly intellectual beings.

Ever the cautious man, Arnold sighed again. Stealing a glance at his aunt as she expertly drove the black large carriage. “Couldn’t we at least have a horse?” He asked, his tone is tinged with slight annoyance.

She heartily chuckled at that. “Why need a horse when we have magic,” she quipped, Her lovely voice thick with an Irish accent.

He shrugged, his expression somewhat irritated and annoyed. “We should try to blend in, and right now, you aren’t doing a great job.” He grumbled, his gaze fixated on her for a moment before shifting toward the passing streets and signs.

The carriage continued to move through the streets, the people watching them with a mixture of curiosity and awe. Arnold continued to feel uncomfortable under their staring eyes, his arms still crossed defensively.

He turned his attention back to his aunt, who maintained her calm demeanour despite the stares. "How much longer until we get there?" he asked, his voice slightly frustrated.

She glanced at him, a reassuring smile playing on her lips. "Not long now," she reassured him. "We're almost there."

The Peach-Blonde-haired man shifted in his seat, his annoyance growing. "These people are staring at us like we're some kind of spectacle," he muttered, his voice dripping with irritation.

The Virginian-Irish emerald-eyed woman's smile widened at his comment, her eyes flashing with amusement. His aunt grinned before she teased him. "What, never had people admire you before, lad?" she teased her tone light and teasing.

Arnold rolled his eyes, trying to downplay his discomfort. "Yeah, yeah, very funny," he dryly retorted.

She suppressed a chuckle; enjoying his grumpy attitude. "Lighten up, Arnold," she wholeheartedly stated, her voice still dripping with amusement. "You’re acting as if it’s the first time someone looks at you."

Arnold breathed deeply although his irritation was still evident. "Well, it’s not exactly comfortable, you know," he grumbled, his arms still crossing stubbornly.

They finally stopped at some deserted field area, there was a lonely house and a farm on the hill, and to his luck; it just had begun raining on them. A sense of unease settled in Arnold’s heart as he took in the desolate landscape before him. The empty, haunting field seemed to exude a vicious, malevolent aura, its emptiness chilling to the very core. His intuition screamed at him, a primal instinct telling him to grab the steering wheel and flee, but his commitment to the task at hand kept him rooted in his seat.

His aunt had taken the equipment they needed from the carriage, and then they both exited it. They couldn’t wait for a soul to guide them to which place they were looking for. Arnold begrudgingly followed his aunt as she tucked a protection talisman on her neck like some jewellery.

The silence that enveloped the area was deafening, the absence of any sound adding to the eeriness of the place. The only sound that could be heard was the wind softly whispering, its low murmur echoing the desolation of the surroundings. Arnold glanced around, the eerie silence of the field making the fine hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand on end.

Arnold reluctantly followed his aunt’s lead as they ventured deeper into the ominous, cursed field. The silence was deafening, the absence of any noise only serving to increase his sense of dread. He couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom that gnawed at his gut, a feeling that only seemed to grow stronger with each step they took, and the heavy rain did nothing to ease his concern.

His eyes darted around, trying to find any source of comfort or reassurance, but all he could see was the endless stretch of emptiness — a soundless hallowed abyss that only seemed to grow and stretch at every step they took.

The air was thick with an ominous presence as if the very land itself was holding its breath in anticipation. Arnold's eyes darted around the deserted landscape, his senses on high alert.

"This place feels off," he muttered, his voice low and wary. He turned to his aunt, his expression wary. "Are you sure we're in the right place?"

Her expression remained steady, her eyes fixed on the field before them. "Yes, this is the place," she replied, her tone calm and confident. "I've done some scouting; the malevolent spirit is somewhere around here."

Arnold’s unease only increased at her words. "Somewhere around here," he echoed, his voice laced with scepticism. "That really narrows it down, doesn’t it?"

She shot him a stern look. "Trust me, I know what I’m doing," she assured him, her tone firm. "I wouldn’t have brought us here if I wasn’t sure."

Arnold grumbled under his breath, his discomfort still present. "Yeah, well, forgive me for not feeling reassured," he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration

To their utter surprise, a woman approached them; she looked in her prime, probably in her 20s or maybe 30s. She is fair-skinned, has gorgeous hazelnut orbs, and has a long black curtain of smooth hair.

Arnold immediately studied the woman; as the perceptive and observant man he is; he was quite taken back — not by her beauty. But this woman seemed off. First of all: she didn’t look drenched in the heavy rain, and secondly she wore a different clothing than their era, probably from an older era than theirs.

The young exorcist had two explanations for this: either she was too poor and couldn’t afford new clothes or she was their target, an evil, malicious spirit who was trying to lure them to their doom. Arnold needed to alert his aunt without the woman noticing them, so he did the known sign by them, he tapped his two forefingers together as they made contact with each other, and they let out a similar sound to a ‘finger snap’.

Arnold's thoughts raced as he discreetly signalled to his aunt, his fingertips clicking together in a subtle warning. His eyes flicked towards the woman, the possible danger making him concerned.

His aunt caught his message in an instant, her keen intuition picking up on the silent warning, However. She schooled her expression into a cold, unreadable mask. Thankfully, the woman was blissfully unaware of their knowledge.

Her calm exterior belied the seriousness of the situation, the realization of impending danger evident in the way her eyes darkened. They were in the presence of peril, and their every move would need to be deliberate and vigilant.

The woman, seemingly oblivious to their silent communication, continued talking as if everything was normal. Arnold and his aunt maintained their composure, their expressions never wavering. The only indication of their inner tension was the slight tensing of their muscles and the heightened awareness in their eyes.

Their thoughts raced, contemplating their next move and the danger that lurked nearby. They continued to engage in polite conversation, all the while being keenly alert to every sound and movement around them.

Then, In a flash; the unthinkable happened. The beautiful woman’s expression turned into an ugly, hallowed ghoulish visage. She tried to strangle Lydia but thankfully, Arnold was quick to act. He twirled his high-silvermere knife and he plunged it deep into the ghost’s neck, she cried as she let out an otherworldly guttural scream that echoed through the field, Then. Just as suddenly as it had appeared, the spirit turned and fled, its slender figure darting away with unnatural speed, moving on all fours like a creature straight from a horror movie. The field was eerily silent once again, the only sounds being their heavy breathing and the rustle of the wind through the desolate grass.

Lydia stood there, her breathing ragged from the sudden attack. Arnold was at her side, the knife still in hand. They were both shaken by what had just happened, the adrenaline slowly subsiding as they took in their surroundings.

His aunt broke the silence after a moment, her voice steady but the hint of fear still present. “Well, that was unexpected.”

Arnold nodded silently. The adrenaline was still coursing through his veins, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. "Yeah, you could say that again," he muttered, trying to regain his composure.

His aunt's eyes scanned the area, her eyes alert for any signs of the wicked spirit returning. "We need to be more careful now,” she murmured, her voice edged with caution. "It's not just harmless spirits we're dealing with here."

Arnold and his aunt; each have their backs. And his aunt was right, The wicked spirit did return to finish them again. This time, she looks more grotesque and ugly, as if her skin had been fried by the burning sun of the Sahara Desert. She lets out a sepulchral scream that resonates through the place like some hellish screams from the underworld, and she is here for blood.

Arnold, as if guided by an unseen hand, quickly and cautiously extended his hand toward the wicked spirit’s heart — unexpectedly, his hand glowed with a golden, pure holy light – as if it the holy light descended from heaven itself. And as he did, He unleashed powerful blasts of light that drove the wicked spirit away.

His aunt, her mouth was agape; extremely surprised at Arnold’s magic — she knew he had it in him but she thought his magic was doormat because he didn’t learn his Virginian heritage enough to conjure such power and pure magic.

Yet, She’d never seen him wield such magic so forcefully, so potentially. He’d always kept his abilities secret to ��blend in’ as he’d always say.

But now, in this very moment, He had summoned a powerful that left her speechless.

His aunt regarded him with a mixture of awe and pride, her eyes narrowing in contemplative thought. She'd always known he had the innate talent, the lineage steeped in Virginian magic coursing through his veins, yet he'd never fully tapped into its potential. It was as if he'd been holding back his true power, content to keep a low profile of himself instead of embracing the magic that was his heritage.

This, however, was a game-changer. This unbridled display of the light magic was like nothing she'd ever witnessed before.

The evil spirit witnessed Arnold’s powers, yet she was too stubborn to admit defeat or even scurry away. Somehow, she managed to multiply herself; definitely using her ghoulish powers to do that.

Somehow, in this very moment; something deep inside Arnold clicked. He heard a lot of voices inside his mind, telling him to ‘believe’ because he refused to use his Virginian magic. He wanted to blend in with Earthlings.

Believe… Arnold...

Believe! Son of Virginia!

Believe thyself!

Believe!

The Peach-Blond haired man closed his eyes; as if he was quickly contemplating. He had only a few moments to act before the wicked spirit attack.

“I believe!” Arnold declared.

As soon as he said those words, a blinding ray of light came and materialised into golden chains; effortlessly encircling the wicked spirit’s wrists and ankles, she let out a howl of pain at the burning of those divine chains; thrashing and flailing as she tried to break herself free but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Lydia was completely dumbfounded by the scene, Somehow, Arnold awakened his potential as an exorcist.

Then, Arnold’s grey orbs shone with a blinding golden hue. As he chanted the sacred exorcist incantations:

‘Fade and decay.

End this fate.

Shatter these earthly bounds.

let the soul be free.

Heal what had been harmed.

Cleansed what had been stained.

And let the spirit soar free.’

The air cracked with intensity the echoing murmur of ancient, sacred words, and Arnold’s new found holy powers; The unholy presence writhed and flailed even more, its guttural cries intensifying as the divine incantation began to take effect. Within mere moments, the evil spirit was consumed, her form dissolving into nothingness as the purifying glow enveloped her.

Silence descended upon the field once more, the only sound that of their panting breaths and the faint rustling of the wind through the grass.

As the echoes of the chant faded away, a sense of stillness settled over the area. There was no trace of the evil spirit, and the once menacing field seemed oddly tranquil now.

Lydia stood there, her eyes still wide with disbelief, her heart still pounding in her chest. She tried to find words but none came. She shifted her gaze toward Arnold, who now stood there, the once-fiery golden hue in his eyes now fading back to their natural grey shade.

She finally found herself as she glanced at him; her expression warm and grateful. Her voice was slightly shaky. "That was… incredible," she breathed, her voice still hoarse from shock.

Arnold turned to look at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes as if he was surprised himself by what he had done. This time, He grinned at her not downplaying the sheer awe-inspiring nature of his actions. "Just part of the job," he said, his voice still slightly gruff.

Lydia's expression softened, her gaze moving over him, still trying to wrap her mind around the events that had just unfolded. His nonchalant attitude only added to her amazement, the way he had just casually unleashed such extraordinary magic as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Just part of the job," she repeated, her tone tinged with disbelief. "Is that all you have to say?"

Arnold felt his stomach growling, he was starving. “Let’s go, I’m going to make pasta.”

Lydia gave him an ornery smirk. “Ah, Me too, Let’s go champ.”

With that, Together they climbed into the darkened carriage, the heavy doors closing quietly behind them. His aunt's magic stirred, and the vehicle lurched into motion, guided by an invisible force. His aunt used her magic to move the carriage and steer the wheel away from the place.

Arnold looked at the place for one last time, and he saw it it different than when they arrived this time. It is peaceful, filled with tranquillity as if it had been purified from the wicked spirit — actually, It is purified from the wicked spirit.

Then wordlessly, they departed from the place; not looking behind.

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While working on Arnold’s story; I decided to take a quick break to make a little collage for the beautiful Simone 💜🟣✨🪻all pics from Pinterest.

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I don’t know if I mentioned this or not but Aliyaa can manipulate her clothes, specifically the hem of her dress much like Daki when she manipulate her obi sashes, she earned that ability when she embraced her darkness, along with other destructive abilities.

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I think it is time to talk about my take of Niflheim in my story / novel.

A/N: Pic isn’t mine, I found it in google!

In my story / novel, Niflheim is the place where ice and snow were first introduced to people and creatures, by some miracle, it was transferred to the other worlds: such as Earth and Valǒrena or Valoranta. Thus, people knew of ice, snow, and winter thanks to Niflheim itself.

In Niflheim, there are ice giants, monsters and wyverns (ice dragons) yet the Niflheimers learned to live in their world. Thus, taming the ice wyverns and the ice giants.

Skadi, The winter and ice goddess in Norse mythology. She ran across the worlds, running from Odin himself, because he wanted to have a piece of her. She didn’t like him and she wants nothing to do with him. That didn’t please Odin and he wanted things done in his way, so yeah, he chased her across the realms until Skadi, desperately entered Niflheim. Where no creature strong or brave enough to enter it. But that didn’t deter Odin at all, because he is too arrogant and powerful to back down, So he chased her into Niflheim too.

The people of Niflheim heard a feminine wail that called for help, and that woman is Skadi herself, their venerated goddess and protector. So they all jumped into action and defended her from that vermin Odin.

As the Niflheimers clashed with Odin, Skadi stood poised and unyielding, her two formidable icy wolves lunged at Odin and mauled him, Skadi, her frozen— white eyes blazed with determination and hatred as she readied her frozen bow poised to strike. With a graceful and impressive movements, she unleashed a powerful shot, infusing it with the very icy essence of her being. The arrow found its mark, bringing an end to that horrible Odin, He cried loudly in pain before he perished.

Atlast, Odin is gone, but not entirely, he will resurface after sometime. But in the meantime; The Niflheimers celebrated this glorious day, and in every year, they celebrate like a traditional holiday. Val’hir was there, He was but a boy, but he remembers Skadi very well.

Skadi couldn’t help but feel loved and supported, She decided to repay her faithful followers by blessing them with her powers and wisdom, she constructed icy weapons made from her ice powers herself, as gratitude for defending her from Odin.

Making the Niflheimers much stronger than they already are, Niflheimers have long life-spans too. Similar to Virginians and Akendiyans. But they have something the latters lacked. The absolute control of Ice and Snow. Niflheimers cannot be harmed by ice or snow, they are completely immune to it. Even if they were frozen, it won’t kill them at all. So they have huge advantages against other ice magic users.

And to add more to that, Niflheimers have strong bonds with each other, more accurately, families bonds. If Niflheimers’ souls are similar to one another, then they are ‘the kin in spirit’, not kin in the flesh or blood but spirit, As weird it is, yet it exists, it is how it is. Alot of Niflheimers have kin in spirit, even Selviya’s, she had her kin in spirit with Val’Hir: The first great warrior of Niflheim.

Niflheimers have unusual souls, the aura of their souls alone can freeze the place, while humans souls have some intensity or raw energy in them, that is nothing compared to a Niflheimers’ souls, Niflheimers can freeze their own souls and take a break from living if they want to.

Niflheimers can do astral projection, either by intention or not. Just like Selviya, she is the daughter of Niflheim too.

Nilfheimers have unsusal rituals, they can enter spirit realm by doing their ritual taught by Skadi herself. Thus, leaving their bodies in the mortal plane.

If I forgot something, I will add it to this post.

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My Ocs heights

Wartb Ocs:

Aliyaa Aepel: 172 cm / 5’8

Arouj Roman: 199 cm / 6’7 (considering he is an inch closer to 200)

Eevie Al’shayle: 172 cm / 5’8

King Leonidas: 183 cm / 6'0.

Anzir: 201 cm / 6’7 and one inch (i guess??)

Alina Melyn: 177 cm / 5’10

Hadi Aepel: 181 cm / 5’11

Scylla Aepel: 174 cm / 5’9

Selviya Levsloky: 172 cm / 5’8

Simone Decrōnt: 193 cm / 6’4 (Tall Mommy)

Derek Monrik: 195 cm / 6’5

Moe / Maurice Martin Menderson (newst oc) 196 6’6

Ardin Kayuel: 191 cm / 6’2

Layla Buyunni: 169 cm / 5’4 (shortest girl)

Sire Aham:205 cm / 6’8 and .74 inches (not sure about inches)

Raqoul: 200 cm / 6’6 and .74 inches (not sure about the inches)

Souma or So’maya: 205 cm / 6’8 and .74 inches

Donovon: 201 cm / 6’ 7 and 2 inches

Jareth: 199 cm / 6’7

Vamonessyia: 193 cm / 6’4

Vaūm: 197 cm / 6’5

🩵❄️Selviang / Selviya and Kuai kids🧊🗡️

Liling Liang: 180 cm / 5’10

Kai Liang: 188 cm / 6’2

Qiang Liang: 190 cm / 6’3

Liu Liang: 187 cm / 6’1

Wang Liang: 181 cm / 5’11

Tiffany Ann Liang: 170cm / 5’6

Emma Liang: 177 cm / 5’8

🌹🖤Alihan 🔥🗡️(Hanzo & Aliyaa kids):

Satoshi Hasashi: 182 6’0

Akio Hasashi: 181 / 5’11 (adopted)

Tsurugi Hasashi: 180 5’11

Haruto Hasashi: 179 / 5’9

Harumi Hasashi: 177 / 5’10

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🌲🌴🏜️World building (Virginia) 🐪💚🌳

This is one of the most important worldbuilding stuff in my novel/stories. I’m going to talk about Virginia, It’s a whole continent in the world of Valǒrena or Valoranta (Didn’t decide the official name, Lol), So, I’m going to discuss about the land, its history, the geographical info, Its folklore, religions, symbols and finally the people.

Virginia is a magical and breathtaking continent in the world of Valǒrena. Everything there is magical, The plants, the air, the water, Heck even the food is magical. Imagine it as a land in a fairytale world.

There are a lot of beautiful and magical places in Virginia that welcome all the people even if they aren’t Virignians, The places offer solace, help, comfort and happiness. For example, All Virginian cities (500 cities), The magical gardens of Aish’tala, The lake of Revelation, the Desert of Peace, Sire Aham’s Shining Gardens, The Copper City, The Emerald Forest, Valley of Light, Tal’Arafh, The Blessed Isles. Mount Kythera, Mount Alyisha. The Tah’loor. Khyerōma. Tal’Anoor.

While on the other hand; There are dark and dangerous places that no one dares to enter them: The Black Forest, Donovan’s castle, The Dark ones tombs, Mariuz Castle, Malūrn City, The Nawa Island, Cave of the Dead, The Obsidian Castle, Al Makida desert, The ruins of Al-Tamra, Omenvalley. The Dead Lake. Telkashta ravine, The Dark Palace. The far west long deserted territories of Virginia, The Virginian refer to them as ‘Salomkena’ which means: ‘Forbidden to enter’

All the places I mentioned earlier hold wonders and secrets, the last one I mentioned are dangerous, They are all filled with rich history and ancient knowledge. But, They aren’t so lucky to escape corruption by evil wizards or creatures, such as: Demons and magical creatures like Donovan . They are declared dangerous places, they once were good places and venerated once.

The folklore:

People in Virginia varied in the terms of folklore. They have alot of different folklores.

Customs: Virginian people have alot of customs in everything, Food, clothes, and life.

They do not like to visit people empty-handed. They are generous with people and friends, they love to dress modestly. They respect and follow the rules of their government unless it is oppressive and heretical. They do not follow it.

Ancient stories: Virginian people have alot of stories, about paranormals, evil, demons and etc.

The most famous one is of a demon that transformed into a white glowing ball that flies in the nighttime in the desert and lures travellers to their death. Donkey Lady is a demon, dark entity that has the form of a beautiful woman but later on, the would-be victims would notice her donkey features. The Palm-Tree lady. And so on.

Honouring people: The Virginians built statues to venerate and honor people but they do not worship them.

All the Virginians have their hearts on the right side of their lung. Some rare humans in earth have this feature too, but mostly it is a Virginian trait. An info most people and races don’t know.

Life-span: Virginians have very, very long life-span; They outlive most of races in any-world. They don’t know the reason but they are thankful for that. Some Virginans assumed they are righteous and they pray to their God faithfully: The remained-one, The everlasting. And in return, he blessed them with a very, very long life-span. The oldest Virginian alive is 900,000 years old.

Virginians can heal quickly and sometimes their body would fake death-state to buy them time for the healing process, the enemy would assume they are dead and they’d leave them be. Unbeknownst to them, they aren’t and they are healing.

The colour of magic depends on people desire and hearts, sometimes, people can choose the colour too. But mostly it has to do with the peoples’ heart.

When a Virignian had his / her heart ripped out by heart-ripping spells, They don’t die easily, their heart are like crystal-clear glowing gemstones. other races have similar effects but it won’t glow like a Virginian.

The main eye-colours that Virginians have are: Blue, Brown and grey and purple. Though Hadi and Layla are an exception.

Beliefs: There are alot of religions in Virginia and Valǒrena as a whole, Islam, Pagan and Christianity,

Sayings; ‘Shade and Breeze to you’: Peace and love to you, It is a saying when people bid goodbye to other people. It is just like saying ‘goodbye’

Music / songs: The Virginian use harp, flute and drums as their main musical instruments, it is also a reminder of their forefathers legacy.

Food / delicacy: Virignians eat alot of things, mainly rice, chicken and lamb meat. They also consume vegetables and water.

Clothing: All Virginian dress modestly.

People / creatures inhabit Valǒrena: Virginians, Akendiyans, Kaantains, Ashtalians, Sumerians, Asurians (humans / Mortals, or humanoid - creatures) Giants, dark entities, Demons, spirits and plant creatures, dwarves. The Sylvians (Guardians of the Forests).

Geography: In Valǒrena, There are places that are so magical and beautiful that people from Earth ‘Earthlings’ won’t believe it exists. Some animals can talk and some plants can walk around. There are geographical features that don’t exist in other worlds. There are even places that defy gravity and logic in every way. Such as a flying trees and creatures, or mountains upside down or water flowing upside down and so on.

Symbols: In Virginia, The moon refers to light and new opportunities, stars refer to hope, peace and quietness. The sun refers to heat and generosity. The mountains refer to strength and determination. And so on. The crescent moon refers to the holiest months in Virginian.

I will add more to this post in case I forgot something.

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I want to watch the night sky

& drink tea with you. 🌙

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Agent Provocateur | Cyrene • in baby blue + pink + floral embroidery on sheer tulle | Spring Summer 2023

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