#Arram Elkerov

[rockiesturnrose]

The Good Ol’ Days of RP-Second Generation

I’m blaming this on having a bit of nostalgia for the ~glory days~ of RPing with friends. At least before it became a convoluted clusterfuck of who knows what. Anyways.

So, in undergrad, I started RPing with friends after a wonderful D&D campaign we wanted to continue off the table. So that meant second generations! My D&D character was a human who married a human, so all her kids were human. Which made them different from my friends’ OCs, who were elves and nymphs and other long-lived races. There were three main families to match the three of us doing this (it eventually spiraled, but we’ll stick with this for now. This post is just going over the second generation)

It became apparent very early on that this was going to be an RP of drama. These spawn were just gonna fight and fuck each other because why the hell not. And at first it was great! There were almost outright battles between two testosterone-y teenage boys who wanted the same coquettish teenage girl. There were awkward flirtations, and oblivious idiots, and people who found true love in the boy/girl they had known all their lives.

The main plots I remember are this:

Callum, Jareth’s twin brother, realized in his late teenage years that he needed to get away from the craziness of these three families. His dream was to meet a nice girl, settle down in a nice house, and have nice children. And he realized this was his dream because....

Jareth, his brother, was one of the testosterone-y teenage boys fighting over a girl. He and Rook, a super powered, super horny, superbly asshole-ish nymph, were both head over heels for Sirya, a pretty, powerful elven sorceress. This was more than just two dumb teenagers who would eventually move on--this became deeply personal and dangerous, fast. It was a love triangle characterized by Sirya’s indecision and fears--Jareth was a human with no interest in changing that, so he was far too mortal for Sirya despite the fact she loved how good a person he was. And while Rook was an asshole, he was an asshole who would be around for a while and could, therefore, change. Sirya chose to be with Rook when they were all about 18, so Jareth said ‘Fuck it’ and went to bury his broken heart with mercenary work and eventually met Felshin. Sirya and Rook had a very on-again/off-again relationship, and when it was off, she and Jareth were on. It was not the least bit healthy. 

Meanwhile, Landon (Jareth and Callum’s younger brother) was a quiet, bookish sort, and the only ~magical~ kid. More interested in nature than in drama. He was being crushed on by Grove, Rook’s younger sister. He was oblivious to that, and really uninterested in romance at all until his mother took in an ‘orphan’ named Anya. It wasn’t true love between Anya and Landon--more just a friendship that had its limits stretched by teenage curiousity. Hey, this sex stuff sounds interesting should we try it? They would eventually outgrow each other, and she’d find love in the arms of a man named Arram, while Grove would eventually confess her love to Landon.

Seila, the youngest of my second generation, was just as bookish as Landon, and just as non-magical as her oldest brothers. She liked to tinker, and read, and discovered a passion for archaeology and other hidden knowledge. She had a fervent admirer in Orelion, Sirya’s twin brother. She spent years convinced he just flirted with her to be mean, and resisted being a notch in his bed post. She eventually discovered he was dead serious about his feelings, and realized she felt the same way. The two got married pretty quickly and ran off to a private manor, where both could lose themselves in their work and each other.

[rockiesturnrose]

Human Gods- When they want to make their magic apparent, it’s gold and, more often than not, blinding to look at. If you can retain your eyesight long enough, you could make out a different colour distinct to each god.

Arram- a blue that’s so dark, it almost looks black. Shot through with gold as a sign of his divine ‘favour’ [colour]

Rhen-a dark turquoise. Almost matches that of his niece [colour]

Anika- was a bright teal, but much to her father’s relief, it disappeared. [colour]

Zero- at the moment, it’s started manifesting as bright, pretty turquoise. It’ll remain this way until she’s at least 6, at which point a disgusting grey will start creeping up. [colour]

{Apparently, being of the Elkinder line means your magic will be some type of blue...}

Tana- If she bothered to discover she has magic, she’d find it’s magenta, outlined with gold to signify her status as a god’s child. [colour]

Fia- Because she's a friggin' dragon, she apparently gets magic in the same colour her hair was when she first met Meg (can I get a "d'awww?")  [colour]

Halaani- A nice, friendly, warm orange. At total odds with her personality. [colour]

Gavyn- Dark green. I would've said blue to match his eyes, but an entire family tree of Elkinders hissed at me. Apparently they didn't want to share that colour with "goblin scum" [colour]

Parry*- Rose pink, and damn straight it's pretty. [colour]

*I have more goblings with magic, but seeing as these two are the only ones to make a strong impression on my muse thus far, it is only these two touched on here

[rockiesturnrose]

Well, shit.

The knock at the door is the first exciting thing to happen to Fawkes in two days. The house has been too quiet—too empty, too lonely—since Grandma took Zero and Tori decided to go back to the Breath, leaving Fawkes alone. So naturally Fawkes leaves off gazing at a farmhand to answer it. Right now, actual conversation with another being is a more desirous prospect than fantasizing.

He pulls the door open to find Grandma Anya and Grandpa Arram on the other side, the latter bouncing from foot to foot in anticipation. Fawkes’ brow furrows in confusion. His sister isn’t with them, though they could have just left her with Uncle Rhen for a bit. Still, he’d hoped to see her..

"Did you forget something of Zero’s?” he asks, not sure of any other reason they'd be here. “A toy?” She’s normally a pleasant and sunny child, except when her stuffed animals are involved.

His grandmother raises an eyebrow and makes as if to say something, but Fawkes presses on. “It’s weird, you forgetting something, but I guess when you decide to take her early a few things are missed. I didn’t really have a chance to pack for her, either…”

Now Grandma interrupts him. “Fawkes, love, what are you talking about?”

He looks between the two of them, his own confused look matched by theirs. “You…” he’s not entirely sure where to start. “Zero…is she unhappy because she left something…?”

“Fawkes, we’ve come to collect Zero…” his grandpa starts slowly. 

The teenager shakes his head firmly. “You already have Zero!” he insists, panic blossoming in his chest. “You…you came for her two days ago…?”

His voice drops off into an uncertain whisper as his grandparents share a look. Then Grandma turns to him, grey eyes flashing. "Fawkes...why don't you let us in and tell us exactly what's going on?"

[rockiesturnrose]

Truth: Arram, it's been mentioned that it's a relief for you to be able to use tildes around Sophie~ How difficult is it to restrain yourself from flirting with her regularly?

“I wouldn’t say it’s ever been so difficult I couldn’t handle it, but it’s been a struggle. She’s pretty, smart, and reminds me of Anya. Do you see my problem here?

Of course, it’s a lot easier to restrain myself when Fel’s around–because Fel would probably skin me– or when she’s getting down about Ri. There are just some thing you don’t do when she’s on that tangent, and flirt with her is one of them.”

[rockiesturnrose]

Truth (Arram): How did you honestly, truly, trulyyyy feel about Ri when he turned up? Is it about the same as now~? Also why did you summon and keep that stupid rabbit?

“I felt like he could go poof back from whence he came and it wouldn’t bother me in the slightest. Annoying prick, waltzing in like "Oh, look, your lady likes me, how does it feel to shareeee?” Bit of an adjustment, sharing like that. But he’s kind of…grown on me. And Anya’s happy, which was really the only reason I even thought about this. 

I’m still going to torment him, though. He makes it tooooo easy~

Also, *I* wasn’t the one to summon the rabbit. Ri was. I just kept it because it’s quiet, cute, and annoys him~“

[rockiesturnrose]

Truth (Arram): Ore, being the little shit he is, is wondering when and why you started knitting~ (And he also wants you to knit a horribly gaudy sweater for Yar.)

“I started doing it…when I was 30 and trying not to be a disgusting drunkard. It was a very good distraction, even if all my first projects turned out horrible, with uneven tension and dropped stitches and…-shudders-

And I couldn’t do horribly gaudy if I tried. Well. I probably could. But I wouldn’t. You want to make your daughter an awful sweater, you learn how to knit”

[rockiesturnrose]

Truth: Arram, seriously. Your voice is scratchy. You sound like a chain smoker. Are you?

“Ok, first, who would smoke chains? They aren’t that easy to set on fire, and metal really hurts when it’s hot.

…In all seriousness, I don’t know whose voice you’re hearing, but it’s certainly not mine. Mine is smooth and rich~ Scratchy when I’m ill. Maybe I’m sick and you just haven’t asked how I’m doing. -fakes a cough or two-“

[rockiesturnrose]

Truth (Arram): How exactly did your sister die and do you still miss her? | Truth (Anya): If you had a chance to go back and pick a less...dangerous profession would you? Something normal and obscure without the added risks.

Arram:

“She died the same way all the females in my family line did. Her magic got her. I wasn’t there and I didn’t want to know the details. They had to…*chokes* reassemble her to make her presentable for the funeral. And of course I still miss her. She was the only sane one in the family and that’s saying something.”

Anya:

“There wasn’t a lot open to a useless runaway noble except maybe maid. I like where I ended up and wouldn’t do a thing to change it.”

[rockiesturnrose]

Truth (Arram): Which god did you make your deal with? AKA Who holds your soul? And how annoying is that? Do they make you run errands sometimes?

“Okay, first part is easy. The god is known to me as Varden, but is known to the general population as The Hooded God, the Shrouded God, the Traveler, The Great Mysterious Ponce, et cetera, et cetera. You know, the kind of god that likes to spend time among mortals so you don’t get that clear a picture of him in your religious texts.

Second part…gets a bit more complicated. See, some of the problem in this question lies with the wording. I didn’t make a deal—I tricked the guy. It was fantastic too, because I was so drunk at the time I didn’t even know I had done it. But then it sort of evolved into a deal..well, a couple of deals, so he wouldn’t have to cater to my whims all the time. It’s kind of complicated and I don’t think the details are really that interesting to anyone anymore.

…Right, long story short, I hold my soul, which is annoying. I just get some perks that come with having tricked a god, then later gaining said god’s friendship. And yeah, I sometimes run errands. But it’s worth it because my family is safe and happy and Varden doesn’t want to end my life anymore.

…and I really just say I made a deal with a god because people don’t ask questions. “

[rockiesturnrose]

Truth: (Arram) - Why do you avoid shopping with Anya and Ri~? :3 Inquiring minds wish to know~

“I just hate shopping, no mysterious, nefarious reason here. You walk and you look at useless stuff and you think "Oh, maybe I’ll get it, but then again no because I already have something like it.” Plus, they were lingerie shopping. Why do I need to see the process when I can enjoy the rewards later?“