#400lb mage

[magnitudeofmuses]

"Hngg...come on...fit.." She huffed. "This dress fit the other day!" She huffed, plopped down on the bed. The 400 pound mage really let herself go as her belly ripped through her dress, spilling into her lap.

[the-elder-polls]

You are legally required to loredump about your tes oc you are currently most fixated on 🫵 /silly (I love reading others’ loredumps lol-)

hee hee ... heheheheheheheeeeehehehe

vedathyr time...

he was so content to just be a mercenary because his family lineage is WILD. his great-grandparents are azura and her champion. his grandparents are the nerevarine and dagoth ur. his mother is a legendary mage and scholar, no idea who his father is because his conception may or may not have been a dragon break. he was so content to just be the normal one of the family. And Then Skyrim Happened.

he does resent being dragonborn. he doesn't like the idea of a divine destiny, plus he hates the gods (aedra and daedra alike), so being forced into their machinations infuriates him.

he likes the greybeards. he spends a lot of time with them and partysnacks when everything begins to be too much.

he travels with a lot of followers. inigo, auri, lucien, teldryn, redcap, hoth, kaiden -- a LOT. he loves his merry band of misfits. he doesn't take them all with him all the time, but occasionally will for big fights.

he has hand built rooms for all of his followers in his house. he has not built himself one. he has a bedroll by the hearth and insists that is more than enough for him.

he loves kids. if a random child approaches him and asks him to play, he's dropping whatever he's doing to play.

he has multiple cats: a black male named dagoth purr, a blond tabby male named nyarevar, and a ginger tabby female named pawmalexia. he loves his cats, they're spoiled rotten.

he is so very in love with teldryn, and so very terrible at knowing what to do about that. he's afraid of rejection (he's never even kissed anyone, let alone having dated) so he just keeps it to himself. but he adores teldryn and wishes he knew what to do about his feelings.

he fears no living person except for his mama.

he's technically the heir to the reborn house dagoth. he isn't sure what he'll do as the house's head except for stand there menacingly.

he is 7'6"/229cm/2.28m and roughly 400lb/181kg. he is Big.

[unabashedrebel]

8675309

First of all, this is not within the official, standardized fields sir. I’m going to have to call the tumblr police and file a report. But I’ll humor it.

Lmao man I miss hanging out with you. I think it’s been close to half a decade since we’ve had a decent conversation or really said more then hey whats up. I fucking still see you on my btag sometimes and i’m like ‘o I wonder if he remembers me’. I guess you do, clearly. I don’t think we’ve really been all that close since our days on MG, and maybe I should take this as a sign to poke you when I see you and say more then whats up. Maybe ask what you had for dinner or what you’re wearing or whatever the kids are doing these days.

You know what, too, I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but you’re a fucking amazing writer. Again, it’s been a while, so forgive my memory. But I think I’ve seen you write an actual story one time. Just the once. About how your rogue had to transport like 400lbs of ice cream and had mages there to keep it cold. And it was the most ridiculous well written thing my eyes ever had the pleasure of seeing. Like you painted a picture. I wish you were a little more into it, because if you wrote fics I’d be a fanboy.

Anyways, not to get mushy but ily.

[keeransage]

A rough week.

My players got on isabela's ship, half of the party was flung off during a storm and had to be saved from brandel's reach, stole 400lbs of crafting materials from the people of Ostwick (because homebrew crafting rules), then went on a heist where antivan crows went after them, escaped, stopped by a tavern, got thrown in prison because the former circle mage wanted to impress Isabela by stealing a nobles drink and instead punched him and walked away with the drink. It's been 3 days, there's at least two more events before they reach Antiva city.

[ode-of-odr-archive]

Raserei for Mobile

FALLOUT 4:

Name: (Fenrir)Raserei, no last name to be given.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 6'5

Age: 34

Weight: 400lbs

Hair color: Deep red

Eye color: Pale blue

Raserei is a tall and imposing man and the layers he wears adds to his already considerable size. A scar over his left eye is the only noticeable scar one can see on the large man, but once the clothes come off one can see his body is riddled with them as well as burns and marks from too many years of chem abuse.

While incredibly strong some people have mistaken Raserei’s layer of fat as a sign of softness. A mistake most only get to make once. But in return, no one really questions the man’s hardiness or his stamina. Often hired out by lone settlers to help them do some heavy lifting for long hours.

His eyes are quite striking but always have a simmer of anger and sadness just behind the pale blue.

Raserei’s hair isn’t really something he cares about, he makes sure it doesn’t knot and cuts it when it get’s too long for his liking, other than that he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about it.

If he isn’t high or drunk off his ass he is surly at the best of times and his bluntness is often mistaken as rudeness when he first meets people. He swears like slurs are adjectives and his bark keeps most at bay and it allows him to avoid making any real connections with people who will in time ask questions he doesn’t want to answer. The surly demeanor isn’t because he doesn’t want people to think he doesn’t care; he does. He doesn’t want them to care about him. He wants people to hate him even if part of him is willing to break himself to earn someone’s love.

He is a rugged and jagged man who is quick to verbally bite the head off anyone who finds they are so high and mighty to talk down about his addiction problem.

The constant conflicting emotions Raserei feels about anything concerning himself have left his emotions in a Gordian knot like state. And he has no real interest in trying to cut through it. Some of his darker thoughts lay at it’s heart.

Aggressive while keeping an air of nonchalant about him. He isn’t a jealous or envious man; nor does he posture and he doesn’t respond to it either. But if someone does manage to actually trigger his temper, it is ugly and often ends poorly for them.

Raserei suffers from a number of mental health problems because of his life and it’s safe to say he is moody most days and his mood can flip at the drop of a hat.

If someone takes the time to get to know him, they will find his swearing almost stops completely and that the mercenary is a gentle sort and very caring and dedicated to those he is close to.

For all his strength Raserei can be easily manipulated if the person knows what strings to pull on. He becomes so enthralled in making sure someone loves him, or he keeps the affection of one person, they can easily get him to change who he is as a whole. Or do whatever please and suffer no repercussions from him.

KEY THINGS ABOUT RASEREI:

He suffers from severe PTSD which causes him to hallucinate.

He is a drug and chem addict.

He is an alcoholic and Vodka is a poison of choice.

He does not like the BoS; to the point it’s almost hatred.

He’s terrified of deep water and small spaces.

He will not and will do anything to prevent himself from hearing the song “You are my Sunshine.“

He is a savant alchemist and tinkerer. He isn’t always able to explain to teach how he does the things he does. This could be a learning deficiency he has, or because of a lack of proper teaching himself.

Raserei is incredibly strong and has high stamina. However, it was browbeat into him he is nothing without drugs. So he doesn’t actually realize how strong he is.

He has nerve damage and doesn’t feel things like he should anymore. The extensive damage is in his hands. So when he does touch people it’s always very softly because he isn’t sure how hard he is grabbing, and he rather it be too light then hurt someone unintentionally.  

MODERN FANTASY:

Name: Raserei Verfallen

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 6'5

Age: 34

Weight: 400lbs

Hair color: Deep red

Eye color: Pale blue. Missing right eye

SEE MODERN FANTASY VERSE FOR MORE INFORMATION

Gunther is the name his adopted mother gave him, but Raserei is the nickname he’s earned and what he answers to.

Raserei’s demonic blood is kept in check but when he let’s it take control his body physically changes. His horns become larger and so does his size growing to be seven feet tall and puts on more muscle mass while black tendrils sprout from him and his tail’s end grows thick scales with spikes turning it into a flail if need be. The whites of his eyes turn black

He has lost control on jobs and eaten his targets, sometimes more than partially.

Raserei is also fairly famous and seen on TV often from the jobs he has to handle and also the topic of great debate about allowing the children of greater demons to roam free or even live.

DRAGON AGE:

Name: Raserei Ar Briggate O Falcon-Hold Hakkon Blooded

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 7'6

Age: 34

Weight: 400lbs

Hair color: Deep red

Eye color: Pale blue.

FOR MORE INFORMATION READ HIS DRAGON AGE VERSES

The reason Raserei was at the conclave was because he and some clansmen had grown weary of the mage and templar war that was starting to spread into their lands and some of the rebel mages attending wanted extra back up and since Raserei freelanced as a mercenary from time to time was hired on to ensure they were safe. Now days he wonders if taking the job was fated by the goddess Lady of the Skies because she knew what was to happen to her.

MODERN VERSES:

Name: Günter Sauerberg

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 6'5

Age: 34

Weight: 380lbs

Hair color: Deep red

Eye color: Pale blue.

SEE MODERN AND SINGLE PARENT VERSES FOR MORE INFORMATION

Born just outside the legendary Black Forest, Günter’s first eight years were hellish to put it nicely. Since he was born Günter was neglected and abused by his mother and used as a drug mule for her dealer and a way for her to pay for them as her dealer was also her pimp. After eight years the little boy snapped and his mother and her dealer (possibly his father) died in a mysterious fire only Günter survived.