#[KIRSI] — IN CHARACTER.

[mouchiiarts]

Some Gaelför concept art from my sketchbook! Some of these were referenced from @/aliiwa on Bluesky! Their work was super helpful in learning to draw Gaelför

[zwy01]

Noble OCs - Loyard

Making five OCs for every clan!

Adaliah Loyard: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Adaliah walks amongst humans. She is mysterious and lurks in the woods as a shadow, only to be seen in places where war has taken place. Adaliah believes that war is inevitable in a strong-eats-weak world and doesn’t interfere with the development of human history as one would simply observe a snake devour a bird in nature. Sad to witness, but neither is in the wrong. The strong shouldn’t be subdued for their power nor should the weak receive aid for being pushed back. That is Adaliah’s philosophy of life. However, she believes that people should be spared of pain when possible. She deals with the direct aftermath of war. Adaliah appears in battlefields after armies leave their gravely wounded behind. She silently walks over to them and communicates with them one by one through projecting her voice inside their heads and reading their minds. She makes herself invisible at all times except to the person she’s directly speaking with. First, she asks them if they still want to live and tells them she’ll save them if they say yes. If they agree, she treats their wounds. Then, she gives them a basket of food and a jug of water and moves onto the next person. If they say no, she uses her noble superpowers to numb their pain and induce them into a deep sleep with the sweetest dreams before sending them off to peace. Finally, she gives them a proper burial and wishes for their eternal freedom from Earth. Adaliah also offers something similar to the terminally ill. The journey of life may be painful, but the destination of death doesn’t have to be. Whether Adaliah does her acts of charity out of love or pity is a mystery. All that matters is she cares for humans. In some human cultures, there’s a myth about a barefooted and cloaked silver-haired goddess of mercy. There are no collective witnesses, yet there are many individual accounts of the same experience. Adaliah’s partner is an unnamed Pyradros.

Yuelin Loyard: Non-pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to Gejutel’s generation.

Yuelin was a close friend of Lagus. The young and curious Loyard boy met the Tradio Clan Leader when he accidentally stumbled into the off-limits herb garden and got trapped by aggressive plants that recognized him as an intruder. Lagus happened to be nearby and heard faint cries for help. He told his plants to let go of the boy and carried him indoors to treat him with antidotes because the plants had injected him with a poison. Yuelin woke up to Lagus chuckling at him and telling him that he was pretty close to becoming fertilizer. The young boy apologized profusely, bowed, and ran back home. Lagus didn’t think too much and carried on with his business. To his surprise, Yuelin returned the next day and waited outside the garden this time. Somehow, he took a liking to the eccentric Lagus and wanted to be closer to his savior. He was willing to help out as an assistant to repay the debt of a life saved. Curiously, Lagus did not tell the boy to go away and let him tag along. Yuelin spent most of his time with his diplomat parents and visited Lagus whenever he could. The two grew close and created happy memories together. Then tragedy happened. One day, young adult Yuelin was on a diplomatic mission with his parents and some other nobles, and they were ambushed. A werewolf clan that pretended to be friendly lured them into the outside world and slaughtered them. Yuelin survived because he was curious and ran off to explore his surroundings a few moments before bloodshed erupted. When he noticed the chaos, he hid in the bushes and stayed there until the massacre ended. He could only watch the horror with his hands over his mouth. The werewolves left when they thought they had gotten everyone and a very distraught and frightened Yuelin crawled back home alone.

Yuelin returned as a different person. It was as if he underwent a complete personality change. His cheerful and optimistic self had been replaced by a dark and maniacal one. He suddenly gained an obsession with the color red, especially glowing red lights. Perhaps that was his way of dealing with trauma. Turns out when his family and fellow nobles were getting slaughtered, he focused all of his attention on the red lights in the sky from the dead to distract himself from the other screams of agony. Yuelin became fixated on the red lights of dying nobles and that remained unchanged for a lifetime. He still helped Lagus as an assistant, but spent most of his time gathering information on nobles who were about to get executed just so he could be a witness and see more red lights. To him, the death of nobles painted the most grotesquely beautiful scenery and seeing them was the only way to temporarily quell his internal unrest. Yuelin had been living with the Tradio Clan Leader since his return from the disastrous diplomatic trip because he had no other place to call home after his family’s death. The two of them bonded even more after living together, and perhaps something developed between them. Time passed, the men aged, and their friendship flourished. At some point, Lagus embarked on his path to darkness which he kept a secret from his Loyard friend. Somehow, Yuelin knew. He offered himself to Lagus and told him that he wished to die because he had had enough, but wanted to make the last of himself useful. He requested Lagus to absorb him. He also asked Lagus to prolong the process as long as possible because he wanted to see one final show, the red lights his body emitted as it disintegrated. Lagus reluctantly agreed to help out his beloved friend. They exchanged farewells and Lagus initiated the process. Yuelin sighed of relief as he slowly faded away. His last words were “beautiful” and “at last” as he watched his own body disappear. Before Yuelin was euthanized, he may or may not have offered a soul fragment to Lagus for the creation of Claudia.

Dian Loyard: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Dian has an eerie atmosphere to him. He doesn’t talk much and people get the chills when they make eye contact with him. When he walks, it’s as if he’s floating around in his long robes because his incredibly small steps stabilize his balance to the extreme. Dian is the Watcher of the Candles. It’s not an official title or job of any sort. Rather, it’s a description the nobles came up for him to highlight his unusual interests. Dian’s home is massive and has floors above and below ground. No one knows how deep it goes. In his home are endless halls filled with special candles which he regularly patrols and arranges. He lights and extinguishes the candles with his noble powers. The candles are black and the flames burn blue. They all look identical with no writing or carvings of any sort, yet Dian somehow knows which is which. If you randomly switch them up, he can identify each individual one and restore them to their former positions flawlessly. No one knows how he’s capable of such a skill. Dian uses his candles to keep track of all noble lives in Lukedonia. Each candle represents a noble, sort of like a name tag. He adds and lights up a candle for each newborn and said candle will stay ignited for as long as they live. When nobles die, he extinguishes their respective candles but doesn’t remove them from the hall they’re in. The candles of the deceased serve as their figurative graves. Dian’s home never seems to run out of space for new candles. He will keep “records” of Lukedonia’s population until his own death. When he dies, he has a spell set up so his candle extinguishes itself. Dian’s partner is an unnamed Blerster.

Saoirse Jeanne Loyard: Pureblood turned non-pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Saoirse was the older sister of Noel, the father and predecessor of Seira. Her little brother was born when she was teenager. Unlike Noel who was kind, altruistic, and emphatic, Saoirse had none of those qualities. She never really resonated with her parents’ teachings of the importance of protecting humans as nobles. Even though she didn’t, she pretended to agree with them. That was her duty as the heir to her clan. Saoirse was envious and bitter towards Noel just as much as she loved him. Her feelings for him were very complicated and perhaps not enough to capture through mere words. Noel was the unusual non-pureblooded child born to a pureblooded Clan Leader. Their parents loved both of their children equally but even then Saoirse couldn’t help but feel resentful towards her younger brother. Noel’s status as non-pureblood meant that he could never become the successor, and she was jealous of exactly that. Despite being a hard worker, Saoirse felt numb and indifferent towards her responsibility and the expectations Lukedonia had for her. But, she couldn’t relinquish her status as heir either because it would’ve meant voiding her of all of her past efforts. Meanwhile Noel was free to live however he wanted to thanks to the indirect blessing of being born as non-pureblood. Saoirse’s discontent stemmed from two factors. Firstly, Noel shone too brightly. He was everything Saoirse wished she could’ve been but never had. He helped all and gave away pieces of his heart. His dream was to help create a safer world by protecting the weak. Saoirse thought her brother was delusional yet she admired his genuine selflessness. Whenever she was next to him, she felt dull and undignified. She was proud of him and cheered him on yet wished he would give up on his dreams someday as his radiance hurt her. Secondly, Saoirse wished she could be released from her role as heir despite wanting to clutch on simply for the sake of not tossing away centuries of tough grind. Externally, she showed nothing and continued to act as Clan Leader to-be while her internal struggles ate away her happiness piece by piece.

Saoirse’s perceived naivety of Noel only added fuel to the fire because not only could he daydream, he could do it to his heart’s desire without the constraints and responsibilities of a pureblood. Perhaps Saoirse also felt pity for Noel in that he could’ve accomplish more if he were born as a pureblood. Yes his light blinded her, yes she was bitter about him, yet part of her wished to tear off her wings and give them to him because he deserved them more than her. Eventually, Saoirse’s dissonance clouded her judgement and she would go on and make a decision to regret for a lifetime. She visited a mysterious masked Paradiso noble and made a wish to switch places with Noel. She was fully aware of the true nature of the Paradiso’s supernatural wish-granting ability but she committed nonetheless. She specified in her wish that she wanted to give her powers and abilities to her little brother and modify everyone’s memories so no one is aware of this exchange taking place except for herself. Saoirse’s wish was granted and the world’s gears turned at once. History was rewritten, and she became the non-pureblood and Noel became the heir. In hindsight, maybe she should’ve asked for her own memories to be modified as well. She immediately regretted her decision as the switch only made matters worse in reality. Not only did she not feel fulfilled by her newly acquired freedom, she was horrified when she came to her senses and realized the immense burden she had placed on her brother. Now that he’s the future Clan Leader, he’d actually go out of his way and put himself in real danger because he has the power to do so as a pureblood. No no no no, this cannot happen, I was so stupid, she thought. But wishes are irreversible. Saoirse could only wait in anxiety for the worst to come, which is the world counterbalancing the wish itself. It could happen tomorrow or a thousand years later. The uncertainty of the wait itself was a curse. Centuries passed and nothing happened, and though Saoirse knew it was impossible for the counterbalance to not happen, every day she prayed that the world would “forget” about it. Every time she looked at Noel’s face, she was overwhelmed with guilt. Every loving and soft “Sister” he called out was a lance through her heart. She could only sit by and despair. The worst came to be when the world killed Noel through Zarga’s hands. Zarga was merely a catalyst the world borrowed for the clean-up of Noel’s existence. Noel the Clan Leader was never meant to be, and ultimately had to be wiped out to restore the world’s balance. And Saoirse could only blame herself. Following her brother’s death, she would’ve immediately entered eternal sleep out of grief and self-blame, but she had to make up for her grave mistake by taking care of little Seira. That was the last correct decision she could make; she had to do it for him, and his daughter, and herself. Saoirse enters eternal sleep when Seira reaches the age of 200. She never speaks of her secret to anyone. However, her mysterious wish-granter is still alive and knows everything.

Kirsi Vuokko Loyard: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Kirsi likes to build things. She’s not necessarily aiming for anything specific with her creations. She’s more interested in the exploration part that comes with design and construction of ideas. She makes a variety of gadgets but her favorite always has something to do with sharp blades. Perhaps her grandmother Esther Volo had some influence on her. Before Esther entered eternal sleep, she left her extensive scissors collection to her granddaughter because her son found it to be too creepy and didn’t want it. Kirsi seemed like she’d appreciate it, so Granny gifted the goodies to her instead. She can tease her father about it. Kirsi makes excellent torture devices. She thinks of it as an art form. She didn’t start off aiming to design torture devices, though. She just wanted to create something that’d make slicing fruit and blending juice fun. Lo and behold, her talent lands her a job. How lovely. Now her stuff is the standard in dungeons. Kirsi doesn’t get attached to her less successful inventions during trial-and-errors so she tosses them out when she does her decluttering routines. Somehow, one of her prototypes survived and made its way to the human world. It became the inspiration for the guillotine. Kirsi is kind of embarrassed because the humans made a big deal out of one of her unfinished junk DIYs instead of the completed and perfected version of which she has at home. Her partner thinks it’s hilarious and reminds her that she can “correct and enlighten” them with her newer stuff. Kirsi shrugs and says she’s too lazy to do that. The humans can use it to cut each other’s heads off if they want. She uses hers to slice watermelon perfectly. Kirsi’s partner is an unnamed member of Gradeus’ clan.

Thank you for reading! Gradeus’ clan is next!

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[kierarhawke]

“What’s she doing?” Varric raised a brow as he watched Kirsi just standing there in the courtyard, staring off into space. Solas glanced over, equally puzzled as he noticed her vacant and confused expression.

“She’s trying to remember what she was doing,” Cole piped up as he popped in beside them. “She forgot.”

[muertebloom]

@championsofthegate rolled 1d4 ( & 1d6 )... 1 + 3! Kirsi and Rosemary

it is late in the evening, while half the camp was still gathered around the fire, when kirsi approaches rosemary. her cat - bast - is curled up, in her arms, gnawing at kirsi's fingers as she speaks, " y'know, i- i hate to ask, but do i know you? your face is so familiar to me, and yet i can't seem to recall from where. "

[imarandomgamer]

My latest End of the Sketchbook drawing

At the end of every traditional drawing sketchbook, I like to compile a list of all the ocs I worked on throughout the sketchbook, narrow down a small group (because it's always too many lol) and draw a group drawing of that group of ocs on the back of the sketchbook, either directly on the back or on a piece of paper that gets taped or glued to the back.

I just completed the latest one, hurray! (I just realized I forgot freckles on a lot of the characters, whoops. Darn freckles are so easy to forget lol)

The ocs included in this one are as follows: Sable (Far left wearing the white, orange, and pink outfit) Kirsi (Far left as well blue hair and the gray and white outfit) Flannery (Black hair peaking over Kirsi and Jaslyn) Jaslyn (Black hair with a green outfit) Sunday (Dark brown hair fading into blonde, peaking over Jaslyn) Amethyst (Brown hair and a purple and gray outfit) Arnold (Red hair and a pink and white hoodie, was supposed to have freckles) Samuel and Eric (The two kids with dark red hair peaking over Arnold and Lucy, were also supposed to have freckles) Lucy (Blondo hair and a blue and white outfit, was also supposed to have freckles) Nolan (Blonde hair with the headphones and glasses) Bertha (Dark red hair and an orange and white outfit) Argus (Far right, in the purple and white outfit, he was supposed to have freckles too)

Usually these End of the Sketchbook drawings end up being all oc from my main fantasy story, but a group of ocs from an underdeveloped one showed up in this one, I've been hyperfixating on that group lately lol (Their story is extremely underdeveloped outside of characters, at the moment I'm just having fun screwing around with scenarios with them lol)

[parasomnico12]

Meet Hela and Kirsi, two quirky friends enjoying their afterlife in Hell.

Thank you Hooded Chaos Productions

[slayerkid]

Journal #3

[Journal Index]

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Whenever December 24th and 25th come around, I sometimes see how the other mes spend those days.

Though in my earlier years, they've been pleasant for the most part.

I guess to some extent so was this year's vision.

This time around I saw that version of me running around Christmas Town.

The universe I saw from this year was from a universe I saw a lot from my childhood. I just call it the Kingdom Hearts universe because for some reason, parts of whatever happens in that universe is considered a video game in my universe. But I'm not in the game...

Well running around is one way of putting it. More like I was helping Sora clear out some heartlesses that were in front of Santa's workshop.

Sometimes those two humor me. There's a heartless there called "Bulky Vendor" and sometimes they'll mid battle attempt to get a capsule from that gashapon machine.

Surprisingly that idea came from the other me that is from that universe, Kirsis.

So they made it a competition between each other to see who gets the more rare items.

Donald and Goofy would kinda supervise watch the two almost get themselves hurt trying to get capsules. Occasionally Donald would cast thundaga to make sure a heartless' attention would go away from the two boys.

Though in the end Sora won. Santa was a bit baffled to see those two boys literally goof off to the Bulky Vendor heartless while also at the same time still somehow fighting off heartless. Because while Donald and Goofy occasionally jumped in to finish a few heartless off, they didn't do so often.

On the bright side, the two boys would use those rare materials to craft more keychains for Sora to equip onto his keyblade. While Kirsis held onto some of them since, while he isn't a keyblade wielder, he found his own way to fight. And that's by using the keychains and turning them into weapons. Kinda like how Sora does Keyblade transformations in Kingdom Hearts 3.

Only in this case for the other Kirsis, it was called KeyCHAIN transformation.

I'm never getting over the fact that the keychain to Decisive Pumpkin turns into in orb in the shape of Zero and it shoots out pumpkins and sometimes candy canes.

Okay so when the other Kirsis tried out that weapon, Jack Skellington was adamant on having that be inspo for next Halloween. Sometimes I forget that dude takes the phrase "Trick-or-treat" literally.

To be fair though, it was kinda funny seeing him make Dr. Finkelstein make a machine that shot out pumpkins and candy canes.

"The unity of fright and joy!" Is what he classified it as.

Sometimes I wonder if that version of me ended up on the naughty list after that.

All I know for sure is that when Sora, Kirsis, Donald, and Goofy met Santa for the first time, he was on the good list. Mostly because he still believed in Santa even after Riku kept insisting to even him that Santa wasn't real.

Zamn he and I still believe in Santa-

Wait I remember, he was still on the nice list after that because he was able to ask Sally to have Jack kick it down a few notches on the machine idea.

Huh, wonder if I'm on the nice list for my universe's Santa Claus-?

[tenicola]

Sharing some OTP art that I completed as a trade with my friend Jenn (oiiChyo @ twitter)! Featuring her character Kirsi, with Kehau’s (divinesdea) character Argent 💙 

Ya’ll should check out Jenn’s new artblog by the way, it has a lot of great information about several of her characters! Meanwhile, more information about Argent and Kirsi can be found on their carrd --> https://argentkirsi-ref.carrd.co/#forevermore

[mouchiiarts]

Quick doodle of Gaelfor and Kirsi sleeping. also a slight redraw from a similar drawing last year

[humanoidtyphoons]

i think kirsi's had like a really awful month, where it's essentially dad died > got married > lucia suffering mage fever/fairy stress curse > possibly threatened by quinn/at the v. least intimidated by them when she's trying to save her sister's life > gradually being estranged from her sister > thinking possibly that reimund/lucia is a thing with their special bond > husband died > possibly murdered herself by the person who promised to be like family to her even tho he repeatedly gaslit her anyway > sister revealed to be a fairy who healed her back to life

and i'm reminded of smallville's lana lang, and it's like. the poor girl goes through such a traumatizing time, (bc clark just refuses to be honest and refuses to let her go), that she's kind of forced to cling to clark, bc she's been so beaten down by life, and terrible circumstances, she'll accept the lies she just doesn't want to be left alone and that's exactly when she gets taken advantage of the most

like, sure, it depends on the magnitude of hurt kirsi feels at being lied to for so long. whether she secretly knew all along or not. if grateful at being saved trumps the hurt at finally understanding the reason why lucia kept her at arm's length all along. if she's afraid of lucia or not after this.

i just. idk. i don't want kirsi to be beaten down and diminished by the end of this story, bc i do love bratty princesses who are bubbly and flawed in their own right. and she just keeps on losing and losing people close to her that i don't know if she'll be so desperate to keep the one person she grew up with, which is lucia, or become even more of a puppet of ricon, who she may or may not know is the person who killed her and her husband. i want to see her friend group, bc i have no idea who she talks to if it's not lucia and reimund and ricon, so i just. idk. she just. i want more for her.

[muertebloom]

" please. were i trying to rob you, i'd already be gone. " kirsi's always been a bit of a morning bird - er, morning cat? kirsi lets out a small laugh, " the sun is gracing faerün's shore. adventure is upon us, and all that poetic shit. "

@tadventurers ( kirsi ninelives ) liked the thing.

" please tell me you're just trying to rob me in the middle of the night and that is not morning already " she slurs with only one eye open, she's still exhausted.

[zephartchives]

Paint test angst test. I'm going insane, does anyone want anything? Character: -Kirsi

[snowshinobi]

the way Suitor Armor does reveals is so incredibly good. Everybody has a secret and everybody has secrets revealed to them—sometimes by choice, sometimes not. This includes the audience! We know of Lucia's fairy parentage long before her friends do. But the moment where she glamours her pointy ears into rounded human ones, minutes before a powerful adversary insists she show her ears to prove her humanity? That reveal is as nerve-wracking for us as it is for Modeus. Kirsi comments that, though she and Lucia have known each other their whole lives, Lucia never fully lets her in. So it is with us. Lucia is our main character, our primary viewpoint into this world from page 1, yet she holds us at a distance too. The stakes are so high for her that she breaks narrative convention.

When Lucia says she doesn't know what to do next, I believe her—and I don't. While her anguish is genuine, the Lucia I've come to know over the course of these increasingly dire reveals is a woman who always thinks ahead. It's a survival instinct trained into her since childhood. She keeps her cards close to her chest because she can't trust anyone, and I know why—I've SEEN why.

It's this distance Lucia holds between herself and us that, ironically, makes me trust her. Lady considers the repercussions her next step will have on her friends individually and for the collective perception of fairykind. Same goes for us. Lucia doesn't show the audience everything because she wants to control the narrative. So many choices have been taken from her. This is her story, and she's finally got enough agency to decide how to tell it. She can't guarantee where it goes, but she sure as hell can decide how ... that destination gets ... REVEALED!

It's just like she told Modeus after he spoke for the first time. It's his decision who he does and doesn't speak to, what he does and doesn't say. Lucia takes her own advice and sharpens it. And baby, I hope Lord Ricon gets cut real deep. Real deep.

[kierarhawke]

oooh, how about WISH for that ask game? :')

Oh, this is a good one. And perfect for Kirsi, I think. 😏

In her younger years, she hoped and believed in a brighter future for her people. She wanted peace rather than more killing and so studied toward finding a way.

Deep down, this is still her wish as she still looks toward that brighter future. However... that hope dimmed with the death of her clan. Despair outweighs her hope now, but there is still an ember burning that may be reignited with a little help.

A spirit of hope was even born from that wish, so I'd say it's pretty strong. 🤭

Thank you for the ask! 🥰💕

[muertebloom]

@championsofthegate asked: 👍 for everyone lol

( 👍 - Do you think that you’d be a good parent? Why or why not? )

ask my muse about family | accepting

" i feel a little bit too, um... " kirsi looks down at herself, as if she could verbally gesture to the fact that she is all of twenty three years old, " too young right now. ask me a little bit later. " as an aside, kirsi can't be any worse than her own parents, eh? kirsi will think about it when it's more relevant to her life.

" i think myself an excellent mother, thank you very much. " malinah feigns offense, and lets out a cackle. " dagny was much a surprise, i'll admit, but surprise is not negative. my work is dangerous, my crew can be raucous, and dagny knows the sea better than she knows a city. but... i'd not change a thing. well, no- " she corrects herself, " - i would adjust her schooling some. she's learned far too many elvish swears recently. "

" i am a harper. i have too many responsibilities to consider being a parent. as much as it feels like a cruel thing to say, but we give up our lives so others may have peace. that's an unending job. i care too much about baldur's gate to stop protecting it for my own life. " as to whether she'd want to? she'd probably prefer a bunch of chickens to a baby, but anything's possible.

" given my sister's children? sometimes, their antics make me think that it's not quite for me. ah, but that's a lie. if i met someone worth the time and effort - and who could actually handle raising a child - i think i would be an excellent mother. but the pre-requisite is vastly important. " rajya's smile is warm and broad.