#Rythecgos

[silversoulcreations]

DWC Nov 19/20 - Day 3/4

Words: Morose/Strength -- Surrender/Tranquility

It had been a long… Well, Everything. A long week, a long month…. a long year. The anxieties and fears, the trepidation and the heartache, over and again, had piled up add-nauseum over, and over again, and it had weighed the dragon down. Heavy was the mix of emotion that burdened the poor dear, from the past, so much history, lost in one fell swoop, one of their last safe places to venture, gone. They, like many, were still processing the loss, both of life, and that rich history, not just their own, but all.

And worst of all? Yet again, They would have to be strong.. They had no time to mourn. They had no time to wallow in the sorrow that threatened to envelope a shadow-addled mind. Just like every other loss suffered in the past fifteen years, they had to push through. Through the healing and recouperation of their consort, who had nearly been paralyzed by the fall, through the fighting and diplomatic dealings of getting accustomed to the Earthen, and aiding their plight here in Dornogol... to their own loss.. They must become blind to it all. Again.

Mingling that with the explosion, the blast wave of void charged arcana that had knocked them for a loop and free of the sky, and Rythyren was having a hell of a time coping alone. But they weren't alone in this moment, were they? No. She was here. Their greatest torment and deepest release. Their longest standing partner and confidant, who they had wrestled heartache and pain alongside, who had been there for them as they for her. Who understood it took more than intimacy for love, more than promises for eternity. The bath had helped. When their teleport had been so strongly off kilter than they wound up in her bathing chambers aboard her ship, it had helped to just.. fall in.. To be taken into those arms and simply let themself fall apart. There was a time they were afraid to do so. That they felt they were forced to be strong for her, to protect her, when they had lost their mutual mate, years ago... and since. Every time she had a pitfall Ryth felt they needed to be strong for her, Their beautiful Irridessa. Once more, sorrow hit, as they curled up into bed, after she had so graciously taken care of them, even carrying them to the bed. The strong, capable Commodore was anything but weak, and she proved it with her tender care of the crumbling dragon, so lost in the twists and turns of their own mind. Settling in next to her as she covered them with the covers felt like the weight was lifted, despite the whispering ramblings in their mind of not being good enough, not being what she wanted, never being able to provide what their beloved pirate craved. The whispers slowly silenced themselves at her reassurances, and they let their senses be robbed by the gentle embrace of one who had loved, but let them roam, knowing, eventually, every time... They would come home.

In this moment, they could let go of the world. In this moment, they could simply be.. and they closed their eyes, nuzzling up and under her chin as their arms wrapped around her, finally, after a year of keeping it together, they let themself simply.. be.

-- @daily-writing-challenge

[silversoulcreations]

🍐 What is your OC’s mentality? Are they overall positive? Negative? A bit of both? Describe their thought patterns and reasoning behind their choice making! { For any/all of your WoW OCs! }

Well then, lets see..... This is going to be a bit of writing, I think, so bear with me!

Jarethius: The wild, rowdy pirate with a history darker that an old god's bedchambers. He's surprisingly outgoing, friendly, even, to most. From allies to enemies he can crack a joke and smile, until he's pissed off anyway. The man is a ticking timebomb of trauma and depression rolled into a pretty, but scarred up face. He *tries* to make friends, but tends to end up swiving things up one way or another. He has a good heart, despite everything that has happened to him, however, and most of his heavy choices come at the cost of himself, to protect those he is closest to.

He has a somewhat jaded thought process these days, believing himself worth less than those around him and thereby taking greater risks to ensure everyone else's safety. This has been counteracted numerous occasions as of late with a certain brother, lover, and lover's kin attempting to knock some bloody sense into his head.

Jaredian: Soft spoken, gentle and kind, a nobleman just as he was raised, but more-so than that, a good man. His past no less dark than his twin's; though he handled it by far differently. Somewhat introverted, shy around strangers, he can be slow to open up and show what he is really thinking, however he knows how, when he must, to play the room, as well. Borderline optimistic with cynical leanings, he *wants* desperately to believe in the good around him but isn't willing to just take the chance, as being a single father after a rather horribly failed marriage has taught him how important it is to look twice before you jump.

Azrael: Exceptionally extroverted, loves a party, loves spending time with the younger races. He's especially attached to elves and humans, thinking them the most entertaining creations on Azeroth to befriend and study in equal measure.

A dragon of quite some many years, he may have forgotten more than some will ever know, though he's spent more than half that time asleep {As greens are wont to do.} Now he cannot seem to get enough of the world around him and studying how it's changed, {as well as flirting rather heavily with any pretty man he sees, but that's beside the point.} A strong motivation for him is that he has slept away most of the changes in Azeroth, locked in the emerald dream. Now that he's awake he wants to experience *as much* as he can, for good, or for ill.

Rythyren: A dragon with far less years that their adoptive kin, they have none the less seen a myriad of tragedy. Being raised amongst the mortal races left a heavy toll on a once sweet and open heart. No-where near the easygoing nature they had many years ago, they are guarded, cynical, jaded.

New experiences are met with distrust and trepidation, new relations with a mask of friendliness and a guarded heart. They are always expecting the other shoe to drop, metaphorically, and just waiting on the *when*. Ever the diplomat, a smile can often be seen upon their features, however that does not necessarily mean they're open.

Varathros: This snarky redhead is a bit of a conundrum when answering this question. He can be both extroverted AND introverted, depending on the situation and when it suits his pleasure at the time.

His thought process is a bit of a mystery, that comes from an overly complicated past that he doesn't talk to anyone about, much less think about, himself. Constantly on the run from the memories that would otherwise swallow him whole.

Thank you for the question, @safrona-shadowsun !

[silversoulcreations]

11. In a world where people can live potentially forever and everyone ages at different rates and with different milestones, how do you decide who’s mature and who’s not?

Rythyren pondered the question for a moment, before deciding to pipe up, since no one else seemed to be in the talking mood. "That's certainly a question. Let us see if we can unravel it a touch. First you have to ask the question of what you mean by 'mature.'" They paused for a moment, before continuing. "Every race aging at different milestones would be one point, certainly. You would have to take into account what age each race reaches their version of being considered an adult, first and foremost. Now, to this, it changes as years turn on. What would have been one number years ago has progressed to another as society evolves." They sat, cross legged, cradling a cup of tea as their head tilted to one side, and sapphire eyes sparkled with violet limbal rings aglow. "Let us take humans, as the base, as most do, and consider that the general 'accepted' age of maturity is eighteen. This is what society has decided is when one's mind is considered by rote of the populace acceptable to be tret as an adult." They paused, before continuing once more. "I would, however, argue, that a human, and keeping in mind this is a generalization.. Does not reach true maturity until their mid twenties, at the earliest. When their hormones are more likely to have settled into a steady rhythm. The same can be said for each race and their respective milestone. If a creature lives thousands of years, the aging process may be slower, however even if their physical representation appears to be an adult, who is to say if the mind has caught up into that level of maturity? While one can be considered 'an adult', this does not make them mature, nor wise, though we aren't currently talking about the latter, now are we?"

{@noonmutter} Thank you for the ask!

[silversoulcreations]

[Truthful Thursday]: For any of yours you'd like to answer for - what's a recent interesting thing they've learned?

Rythyren taps their chin for a moment, before humming. "Much has happened over the past few months that has been.. unpleasant.. to put it mildly, however I suppose I did learn something not only interesting but useful... I learned to weave nerubian silks. A friendly little one... I think they call them 'weave rats'? Showed me how while I was in a particularly unpleasant mindset, to help me clear my head. a sweet little spider dear... odd thing to say now that I think about it, but it was pleasant, and quite interesting none the less!"

[silversoulcreations]

For Any: Have you ever been close to death?

Rythyren bit their bottom lip, a frown touching soft, pale features. "Yes." Shifting slightly in their seat, they crossed their legs, plucking up their teacup, and stirring it slowly as they continued to speak in a muted tone. "I once was, let us say.. exceptionally reckless... for the sake of those I cared about, at the time. Saving their lives was the only thing on my mind."

A pause was given, before they set the teacup aside. "I was serving as a contractor within the argent crusade. We were on a relief mission to Pandaria. Our unit had been sent to help with an outcropping of cultists in one of the coastal villages." The dragon hummed quietly. "Our airship was attacked, on it's way to the shore. An ambush set by those that we had come there to confront, alongside the mogu that they were working with. The ship was struck, one of the turbines overloaded, and exploded, causing the airship to ... well.. crash..." They sighed. "I took to the air of course, I cast a spell to slow the airship's movement, I was doing my best to fight off the attackers, but the ship was rather large and I.. well.. I am not so much..." They seemed to grow distant for a moment. "It was still moving too fast... Those that I had grown to know, to care for, aboard... there was very, very little chance they would survive.. So I did the only thing I could think of.. magic spent, I shoved myself up under the broken turbine.. carved a lasting scar between my wings in the process, but managed to slow her descent enough that there were minimal casualties when we hit. In my.. brilliance... I was trapped under the airship. Underwater. I managed to shift back into my visage but by then the air was free of my lungs and I was fighting a losing battle with consciousness from the wound in my back... which, yes. Does persist in my visage, should you be curious." They glanced away once more. "Those I had saved, saved me in turn... elsewise... I would not be here today."

[silversoulcreations]

New avvie for my bluesky / discord - featuring Rythyren

[silversoulcreations]

🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy? (For all 4 of your Warcraft OCs!)

Jaredian blinks. "Well.. I read quite often, and I tend to stay by myself when I am having... a problematic day.. I do not know if that is considered healthy, or unhealthy, but I find a good book, or a nap, elsewise a good cup of steaming tea tend to help ease most worldly troubles. ---- Jarethius frowns, turning away. "Used tae... Got me in trouble.. Been tryin tae get better about it.. Cannae drink an smoke like I used tae... and the other thin's.. well... When nobody's interested that tends tae go by the wayside, ye know?" He shrugged idly, though he was still frowning. ---- Azrael chuckles. "Oh yes. Carving, Gardening, Teasing my darling consort... and napping. Napping often works!" ---- Rythyren nibbles on their lower lip, before glancing across the room at the *multitude* of sketchbooks, journals, trinkets, enchanted items, art supplies, and various other knickknacks. "Um... No.. No not at all. Whatever would I need to cope for?"

---- Thank you for the ask {@safrona-shadowsun} ! ♥

[silversoulcreations]

Rythyren "Rythecgos" Orn'sepa

=================== Basics Name: Rythecgos{a} Nickname: Ryth, Ruth Alias: Ryhyren Orn'sepa Other: Magister, Emissary of Dimplomacy for Azorius, Former Emissary to the Kirin Tor, Former Emissary to the Wyrmrest Accord. Age: 925 Years Old Race: Leucitic Blue Dragon Gender: Intersex {Male / Female} - Identifies as Gender Fluid Pronouns: He/Him - She/Her - They/Them Sexuality: Homosexual {One Exception to this due to borderline Demi.} Alignment: Chaotic Good Relationship Status: Multiple Partners ===================

Physical Appearance Hair: Silver-white with bright blue streaks, Normally worn in a braid that reaches the upper curve of their rump, though they have glamoured it to be shorter on occasion, depending on when primarily male or female presenting. Eyes: Bright ocean blue ringed in arcane violet Complexion: Exceptionally pale, with silver/white/blue scales that carry over to their draconid and dragon forms. Height: 5'9" (Visage) 6'5" (Draconid) 35' (Dragon) Weight: 125 lbs (Visage) 185 lbs. (Draconid) 65,000 lbs (Dragon) Build: Mesomorphic, lean but toned, with some feminine curves. Tattoos: Runes along both sides of their torso, persist in dragon form, White rose engulfed in blue flame on right hip joint. Scars: Long scar across center of their back, small bite scars on either side of their throat, left pectoral and left thigh. Piercings: Several in both ears from lobe to tip. Distinguishing Features: Two large horns and two small side horns visible in both visage and draconid that reflect their full horns in their natural form. Common Accessories: Jewelry. They wear a lot of jewelry between their circlets, horn chains and rings, mixed multiple piercings on their earrings, etc. =================== Personal Information Profession: Tradesman / Advisor / Emissary Hobbies: Stargazing, Magical Study, Reading Romance Novels, Tending their Rose Garden, Teaching the children of Ravenwolf Cove Languages Spoken/Written: Arcane Linguist - They can nearly be guaranteed to know what language you are speaking, though they may not speak it in turn themself, by choice or respect, and they can read all written languages, both current and archaic. Languages Other: The language of Flowers, ASL, Thief-sign Residence: Valdrakken Birthplace: Northrend Common Haunts: Stormwind, Valdrakken, Boralus, Likes / Favorites: Sweet Pastries, Colors Blue, Purple, and Silver, Birds, Butterflies, the numbers 3 and 13, Winter's Veil and Winter in general, Fencing, The hour of twilight, books, romance Dislikes / Fears: Losing everything, being hunted, losing the rest of their offspring, failing themselves and their loved ones, Solitude, Their past. =================== Relationships Partner{s}: Velion, Irridessa, Halandor, Saryx Siblings: Ithenigos {Adopted Brother}, Azraelagos {Adopted Brother}, Alora {Adopted Sister} Parents: Unknown, assumed Deceased Nieces / Nephews: None Yet Children by Blood: Aalhari {Half-Elf Daughter}, Ingiera {Half-Elf Daughter}, Mox'tilek {Daughter}, Ixen'sepa {Daughter}, Vebren {Son}, Thurkear {Son}, Dagaum {Son}, Ixen'driki {Son} Children by Adoption: Awena {F - Blue}, Roc {M - Red Proto}, Serethia {F - Onyxian}, Aohari {F - Jade Cloud Serpent}, Melisaria {F - Azure}, Xavier {M - Infinite}, Thandrius {M - Emerald Proto}, Korelina {F - Fae} =================== Mentality Social Level: Social butterfly, exceptionally outgoing and flirty. Positive Personality Trait: Generous Negative Personality Trait: Impulsive Random Quirk / Tick: Purrs or Trills in random situations. Addictions: None known Habits: Has a habit of getting too far involved in their work and forgets to do things like eat, drink, or sleep. =================== RP - Hooks

In need of a skilled tailor? Ryth enjoys sewing everything from plushies, to clothes, and often will sit and chatter for hours while doing so, should you let them.

Looking for magical tutorage? They enjoy teaching, more often than not they will be more than happy to help you work out a spell or incantation giving you trouble.

Need a specific enchantment? Skilled in ward magic and skilled as a scryer/seer, they have been called on to help with many things in the past and are always willing to at least listen, if not offer magical consultations.

Need a mediator? They have been known to take a neutral stance to help people come to terms that benefit both parties, where applicable. =================== Character Media

[silversoulcreations]

It had been weeks since Dalaran had fallen. Weeks since one of his consorts had remained in what served as an infirmary in this titan-damned city. Weeks... for the blast that had radiated outwards from the city center in it's final moments to take root in his core...

Sitting, alone on one of the peaks overlooking the Earthen's home, Rythyren stared down at the Coreway, his chin on his knees as he tried, for the fifth time in as many hours to block out the whispers that wracked his mind. Before coming here, the Radiant Song had been a constant hum in the back of the dragon's mind. It called to him, crying out in his dreams. Now, however, there were more voices that slid in and out of his consciousness. Whispers that tore at his heart and twisted his emotions. A darkness that had settled in when his first true home was destroyed. When Jaredian had visited him, before moving on to the lands beneath this isle, he'd forced himself to smile, be happy, attentive, and when the twin's lover spoke with him, he had managed to keep the shadows out of his mind long enough to answer, however this game of cat and mouse, exhaustion and nightmare, was a fight he was losing, and at a rapid pace. Soon, even if it was without his consort, he would be traveling down the coreway for himself. Perhaps then, the insistent whispers would be quelled. Perhaps then, the dreams of him losing everything, of ending this life alone, betrayed, would be silenced. If he could find out what was calling him, who, was twisting untruths in his heart.. maybe then.. Maybe then he could obtain the peace that he claimed to have... Or maybe it was already too late.

[silversoulcreations]

Azrael "Azraelagos" Knightly

===================

Basics Name: Azraelagos

Nickname: Azzy, Knight

Alias: Azrael Knightly

Age: Ancient {15k plus}

Race: Dragon - {Green/Blue Cross} \ Horned Half Elf Visage

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He / Him - They/Them

Sexuality: Homosexual / Polyamorous / Open

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Relationship Status: Single

===================

Physical Appearance

Hair: sapphire fading through teal to emerald at the tips.

Eyes: bright violet rose ringed in fuschia limbal rings

Complexion: Light tan {emerald and blue mottled scales in Draconid and Dragon forms.}

Height: 6'2" {Visage} - 8'5" {Draconid} - 55' {Dragon}

Weight: 215lbs {Visage} - 310 lbs {Draconid} - 65k lbs {Dragon}

Build: Androgenous, Toned

Piercings: Both ears pierced multiple times in visage form.

Distinguishing Features: Sweeping horns apparent in all forms. Light emerald scaling across visage form in patches.

Common Accessories: Flower crowns in various colors, Kilts, various rings.

===================

Personal Information

Profession: Healer / Tradesman

Hobbies: Gardening, Stargazing, Singing, Bartending

Languages Spoken / Written: Arcane Linguist! {They can speak, read, and write all known languages.}

Languages Other: Flower Language, ASL

Residence: Bel'Ameth

Birthplace: Ohn'ahran Plains

Common Haunts: Stormwind, Shattrah, Valdrakken, Val'sharah

Likes / Favorites: Gardening, Cuddling, Kilts, Magic, Cute Animals, Romance Novels, Elves {All Elves}, Fluffy Things, Flowers, Music, Dancing, The color Teal or Turquoise.

Dislikes / Fears: Violence, Bullies, Animal Abuse, Cruelty, Corruption {Nightmare Specifically}, Pants, Avocados, The color Yellow. {standard yellow, gold and golden adjacent are okay.}

===================

Relationships

Partner{s}: None

Children: None

Siblings: Half Sister - Flora

Parents: Deceased

Other Relations: Adopted Sibling - Rythecgos

===================

Mentality Social Level: Bubbly, friendly, outgoing, flirtatious, occasionally a bit of a himbo.

Positive Personality Trait: Compassionate

Negative Personality Trait: Libidinous

Random Quirk / Tick: His ears twitch, perk and swivel slightly like a cat in his visage form. - Occasionally purrs when exceptionally happy.

Addictions: Attention. He wants attention.

Habits: Tends to grow, and then weave flower crowns when he's bored.

===================

RP - Hooks

Most of Azrael's adult life has been spent amidst druids of the grove, or else dreaming in the burrow he shared with his half-sister and father. A dreamwarden, like most of his father's flight, he has spent most of his life away from the world as a whole, however a young friend recently convinced him to get out more, and see what he has missed, for good, or ill.

An avid gardener, stargazer, and and overall flora enthusiast, he is perfectly happy to talk anyone's ear off about various flowers, plants, and their healing properties, or aesthetic application.

In his free time, which is quite a bit as of late, he paints, and whittles. Perhaps you are looking for a unique gift for a loved one? He makes each order to personal specifications, and enchants them, when he is asked for that particular service, as well!

===================

Character Media