#and also for sephir

[asyor]

[shivapvoid]

oc asks 3 and 9?

3. How easy does your OC find it to apologise?

winces. he simply does not. not out of lack of guilt or anything, he just. does not understand the concept of apologising. he fixes his mistakes through actions and rarely ever follows up with words.

9. Where is somewhere your OC never wants to visit again?

If he could escape entirely from that place it would be Gridania. Alas, duty calls.

[inseparableduo]

@sephirisms replied to your post “@thesafaribaggirl-returns replied to your post...”:

That reminds me I have to check out those novels at some point-

the best site to read fan translations, side stories and if stories is witchculttranslations. new chapters they are translating the web novel which is like the rough draft of the light novels so at times there is small changes. There is a guide on the site on where to pick up from as the anime cut out some important bits but I highly recommend!

[dollwrites]

ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅs ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° sᴇᴘʜɪʀᴏᴛʜ

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｔｙｐｅ ┊ standalone

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), mentor/student, tummy bulge, orgasm denial, all characters featured are aged 18+

ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Faster,” the word is a husky, bubbling whisper from Sephiroth’s lips, one that you didn’t see him shape the syllables of, but one that still shook you to your core nonetheless. as his pleasure sounds always did. “Harder.” you wanted to do what he commanded, even as your thighs trembled, and your feet turned inwards— your balance on your tippy toes threatening to slip away and have you tumbling face first into the dirt beneath them, you attempted to plant yourself firmer, and buck backwards. your ass cheeks slap against the leather of his coat and trousers as he stood, his clothes half undone and hanging from his chiseled frame. your own uniform had been completely discarded in a flurry of black and silver, and now lay in a defeated puddle of fabric and metal at your feet. with each smack and squish of your flesh against his solid thighs, his taut abdomen, you feel the might of his cock as it barrels through your core, and you cry out in ecstasy.

your walls flutter, happy to receive such a heaping offering of cock, and you hear a low hum from behind you— emanating from the depths of your mentor’s chest, and realize that he’s sealed his couplet to keep the moan from surfacing. even without attempting to look over your bare shoulder at him, you knew the sound well, and the visage that typically accompanies it. a knitting of thin, grey brows, and the little wrinkle that forms between them when he feels you clamp down on him just right. a rolling back of his olive gaze, the vertical slits blown out with lust until the pupils nearly overtake the entire iris. a tightening of his jaw muscles, and a bulging of the vein on his neck, so easily shrouded by silver tresses.

“Still so far from orgasming, yet you tighten around my cock as if you’re already begging for cum.” you can practically hear the subtle curve of Sephiroth’s mouth as he teases you, yet doesn’t move an inch out of position. flat footed and relaxed, with his hands not clinging to your hips, but still and straight at his sides. “What’s the matter? Just can’t help yourself?”

“Nn-nn…” you answer, unashamed of your eager reply. it was impossible to deny it anyways, what with the way you milked him now.

“The second you get my cock inside you, you forget all about pleasing yourself, no? Only servicing me matters?”

you nod, but the tepid pace, only what you could muster whilst also struggling to balance, was also frustrating you. of course, taking him fully to the hilt was pleasurable— to feel your lower tummy bulging in the shape of his cock when your netherlips kiss his base— but this speed was not nearly enough to make you cum. what you really wanted; nay, what you really needed to find fulfillment was the harsh grip of Sephiroth’s hands on your hips, the strength and quickness with which he typically fucked you, and the dizzying sensation of being tossed about a raging storm of his desire.

he would give you none of that today.

“P-please, Sephiroth… fuck, I need—“ your breath is ragged, your words threatening to tie your tongue into knots as you struggle through the plea, “I need it!”

he knew already what you were asking for, but he doesn’t reach for your hips. he does, however, shift behind you, but only to cross his massive arms over his broad chest, and with a tilt of his head, he taunts you once more. “You lost, 2nd Class.” he mutters. perhaps Sephiroth, who was also enjoying the tightness of your warm cunt, wanted to give in to your request and plow you silly, but he was showing restraint. even as his hips twitched, begging to boost your rhythm by beating themselves against your ass, he remains stoic. “You know the rules.”

you did, much to your own loathing. sparring with Sephiroth in the training room had rules. one such rule being that the loser ( you, more often than not ) would get no reward for their poor form.

your interior flutters and spasms around his thick, veiny cock, and Sephiroth allows a sigh to slip through his tiers, a sound of approval. “I’m going to cum, you know.” his rumbling baritone drops to a whisper as he leans close, one hand freeing itself and careening around your lower belly. it plants itself there, fingertips barely flicking and rubbing at your engorged button to coax a helpless mewl from your lips, and encourage your innards to tighten around him still. your head droops forward, chin tucked to your breasts.

“F-fuck—“

that’s when Sephiroth lips caressed the shell of your ear, his voice low with dastardly intent, but the smile remains upon them. “I could easily strum your little cunt, and give you that pleasure, too…” his voice trails off, but his fingers do not mirror his words. they rub in torturously slow circles, until you’re begging under your breath. “But I won’t,” he asserts, finally. “I’ll play with you just enough to keep it tight and drooling, until I cum, and then I’ll pull out and leave you begging for a release that will not come this day, or any of those that follow. Until you can best me properly.”

[freyito]

ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ

✭ pairing(s): calcharo x gn reader

✩ inspo: I'd Have You Anytime by George Harrison

★ summary: You decide your boyfriend is being too moody.

✧ a/n: I WANNA SAY THANK YOU ALL FOR SUCH THE KIND WORDS AUGHHH I'VE BEEN KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TwT... i've got some little event cookin up for 700 followers, don't you worry...

BUT ANYWAYS i've been chipping away at wuthering waves... it's pretty fun !! kuro games also just make banger. games. so... the character designs are sooo yummmyyyy and of course i had to write a little fic for my (second) favorite... sephir-- i mean calcharo.

🗒 cw: gn reader, short n sweet, just fluff, not proofread

✎ wc: 781

Calcharo’s not necessarily the most affectionate boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. You are the stars that pepper the sky, the calm and wholeness of a stream running within a foggy forest, the night that beckons him into comforting arms. You are his everything. And he is, unfortunately, not the best at expressing that. But he is loyal.

He tends to hide within himself, too spun up in his own thoughts to pay more attention to the world. Not that he isn’t hyper-aware of his surroundings, he has to stay alert, after all. But he tends to stress himself out quite a bit like this, worried about the Ghost Hounds, those he had sworn to protect, and so forth. It seems the only time those worries fade away is when he’s in your arms. You’ve started to notice a slight slump in his shoulders, how his face relaxes into more of a neutral expression rather than a frown, and even how his voice sounds a tad… lighter.

Today, he is rather moody, choosing to brood and pace around the house, worrying about menial things. The pacing is a little annoying, but every time he lets out a sigh or a frustrated grumble, you can’t help but feel your heart twist. There isn’t much you can do, you know that, and the man will always have his worries. It is human nature to worry, and perhaps Calcharo is more human than he likes to think.

He opens his mouth to protest again, perhaps question you as to why you’re so determined, but you shut him up real quick, cupping his cheek and pressing a quite tender kiss to his lips. That shuts his mind up quick, you can tell by the way his stern demeanor melts away, returning the kiss after a couple seconds.

When you break apart, his eyes have softened, and his body relaxes once more. He lets out a soft sigh as if this is what he had been waiting for all along. You aren’t quite satisfied with your work, though. It’s been too long since you’ve had time with Calcharo in general, so why not revel in it?

You press a kiss to his nose bridge first, lips lingering for a second longer before pressing another to his cheek, then his forehead, then wherever you can kiss him. He doesn’t move or complain or push you away, simply closes his eyes and lets a soft blush dust his cheeks and the tips of his ears. It’s such a rare sight to see this man blush, and the fact that he isn’t doing whatever he can to hide it from you is impressive.

You continue your torrent of kisses, leaving no span of skin unkissed, untouched. He lets out a low rumbling sound and a scoff, which is close enough to a laugh you can get it, and you don’t mind. Not one bit. He has no idea what to do with his hands for the next minute or so, placing them on your hips at first but then ghosts over your ribs. For once he feels… awkward. He’s barely used to you making advances, not that he necessarily leaves room for them. Given his reserved nature, he had done most of the leading in the relationship. You thought it would’ve been best to go at his pace, after all. But he had never felt awkward during these years with you.

You finally stop kissing him, pulling away to look down at him. He’s still blushing, hair just a little more disheveled than usual, and the possibility of a smile tugging at his lips. A rare sight indeed, you oughta pat yourself on the back for doing that to him.

“Too much?” You ask, your voice cracking with mirth as your hands settle on his shoulders.

“... Not enough.” Calcharo responds bluntly, despite the slight wavering tone in his voice.

The man finally understands what to do with his hands, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you down on top of him. You are practically nose-to-nose with him, and can’t help but giggle, which he responds in kind with a soft huff.

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[bardic-tales]

The following is from a Tumblr game that went on a few months ago. I found it in my Scrivener drafts under Bia's character folder.

Full Name: Bianca Moore

Age: 28 (human years)

Gender: Female

Species: Celestial-Infernal Nephilim (hybrid of angelic and demonic lineage, infused with Jenova cells and S-cells)

Sexuality: Demisexual

Appearance:

(Pre-Fall): Bianca has golden hair that frames her brown eyes with round pupils and flawless skin. She stands 5 feet tall with an hourglass figure, measuring 36-24-36, and wears a D cup. She has elongated canines with white wings.. Her eyes glow with a golden sheen when she is using her divine powers.

(Post-Fall) Bianca's appearance is marked by indigo eyes with feline-like pupils, waist-length wavy black hair styled in a half-up half-down do with a white ribbon, and porcelain skin. She has sharp fangs, a long prehensile tongue, and blood-red stiletto nails. Her wings are a mix of black and indigo feathers, embodying her corrupted celestial and demonic heritage with Jenova and S-cells.

Occupation: Published romance novelist / Self-Proclaimed Priestess of Jenova

Family Members:

Biological Father: Azrakiel (also known as Asmodeus)

Surrogate Father: David Moore

Biological Mother: Seraphine

Surrogate Mother: Sarah Moore

Daughter: Aurora (Sephiroth & Bianca’s)

Son: Lucien (Sephiroth & Bianca’s)

Spouse/Partner: Sephiroth (current), Mordecai (deceased)

Best Friends: Sephiroth (also her soulmate) Pets: None (sometimes refers to the Dark Dragon as her 'pet')

Ideal Bedroom: Bianca's room is a blend of elegance and gothic charm. Soft, ethereal lighting illuminates dark walls adorned with silver filigree patterns. A large, canopy-style bed with black silk sheets and feather pillows dominates the space, complemented by bookshelves filled with ancient tomes and romance novels. A single vase with white roses sits on her desk, next to a framed photo of Sephiroth.

Way of Speaking: Bianca speaks with a soft, sultry tone, choosing her words carefully. Her speech often carries an air of poetic eloquence, masking the sharp wit and occasional venom beneath.

Physical Characteristics: Petite yet striking, Bianca stands at 5 ft tall with a curvaceous hourglass figure. Her weight is 105 lbs (128.6 lbs with her wings). Her most distinguishing features are her indigo eyes, sharp fangs, and intricate wings.

Items in Their Bag/Purse:

A black notebook and pen for jotting down ideas

Healing salves (potions) and antidotes

A compact mirror and blood-red lipstick

Ornate silver hairpin with a ruby tip.

Hobbies:

Writing romance novels

Reading ancient texts and poetry

Practicing swordsmanship

Exploring ruins and celestial lore

Favourite Sport: Swordplay, particularly dueling

Abilities/Talents/Powers:

Abilities: Reality manipulation, shadow magic, ice spells, and casting nightmares. She can also communicate with the souls of the departed and navigate temporal and spatial rifts. Can fly

Talents: Journeyman swordswoman and an adept in manipulation and persuasion.

Powers: Her celestial powers are corrupted, allowing her to bend reality and wield destructive energy. They come at the cost of emotional and physical stability.

Relationships: Bianca is devoted to Sephiroth, sharing a deep soul bond and a history of trauma bonding. Her relationships are marked by loyalty and passion, but her past losses (Mordecai, her first husband, and other loved ones) deeply affect her trust and attachments.

Fears:

Losing Sephiroth to Asmodeus or his madness

Reliving her traumatic experiences with Shinra and Hojo

Being captured or experimented on again

Faults:

Obsessive devotion to Sephiroth, often leading to morally questionable decisions

Emotional instability due to her corrupted powers

A tendency to manipulate others to achieve her goals

Good Points:

Fierce loyalty and determination

Compassion for those she loves and considers family

A creative and strategic thinker

What They Want More Than Anything Else: To bring about a new world alongside Sephiroth, fulfilling both their destinies and securing their place as rulers of a reborn omniverse.

Theme(s):

tagging some fellow mutuals: @themaradwrites @littleshopofchaos @serenofroses @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@nightingaleflow @prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap @prehistoric-creatures

@seastarblue

[salternateunreality2]

I feel that after Sephiroth took dating advice from Zack and it actually worked, it's only downhill from there

100%

Read at your own risk

Sephiroth now goes to Zack for ALL dating advice, and much life advice.

Zack: Ok, you gotta bring a bow-ket of flor-ets, hehehehehe

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: chicks dig that!

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: remember protection! Don't want a bunch of kiddos running around.

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: chocolate is usually a good idea. My favorite is tootsie rolls!

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: Hold the door for her! And dress nice, get a nice clean shirt--Angeal says buttons are a must--and your bluest jeans, not ones you use for working.

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: if it rains, some old fashioned gals like it if you carry them over puddles or throw your jacket down so they don't get wet, but that's kinda outdated.

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: And man, here's the real secret: you gotta, and I mean you GOTTA, flick the bean and lick the lunch meat, if you know what I mean. You'll get her super wet!

Sephiroth: Wait, I thought we were supposed to avoid getting her wet?

Zack: only in the rain, man, only in the rain. 😉

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Later that evening...

*ding dong*

Lazard: *opens the door*

Sephiroth is standing there in a shirt that exposes his belly button and is festooned with buttons, as if it was stolen from an art student's studio after a crazed night before finals where the assignment was to use whatever was at hand and they only had buttons and a bedsheet.

He has also painted a very tasteful strand of DNA next to his belly button in the bluest blue body paint he could find. He removed the harness to accommodate the button shirt, but is still wearing his coat, pants, boots, and yes, pauldrons and gloves.

He is holding a pot full of dirt and...is that a grub? In one hand, and a bouquet of broccoli florets in the other. A plastic bag is dangling from his belt.

Sephiroth: Hello, Lazard. Would you like to accompany me on our scheduled date?

Lazard: 👁️👁️

Sephiroth: 🐱

Lazard: Certainly. Is that a bouquet?

Sephiroth: Yes, even though Zackary pronounced it incorrectly earlier, I discerned his true meaning.

Lazard: Here, let me put it in water. Feel free to set down your...items...as well.

Sephiroth: I was informed to bring things that chicks would dig, so this is a pot of grubs. I also purchased beans and lunch meat for licking and flicking activities later, and a gift of chocolate. Please hold still. *Takes a slice of lunch meat out of the packet and gently applies it to Lazard's face*

Lazard: I'm sorry, I don't understand...?

Sephiroth: Oh! I was supposed to make you wet if it wasn't raining, and since you're using the sink to fill that vase, this was the next best thing I could think of. Is...is it working? Do you feel adequately wet?

Lazard: goddess yes, but, ah, I don't need the meat, well, not THAT meat, on my face.

Sephiroth: Oh! *Licks it off, has a nice little snack*

Lazard: *trembles*

Sephiroth: Shall we go out then? I'm unsure if the beans are meant to be flicked here or abroad; I was hoping you would advise.

Lazard, leaning against the counter, voice coming out in a squeak: We can stay in!

Sephiroth: Are you certain? While full of protein and with a vegetable, this hardly seems an appropriately fancy meal for someone I am trying to woo.

Lazard, hiding his...area d'oolala...and sweating: No it's fine!

Sephiroth: I can always summon Masamune to ward off children!

Lazard: I don't think that would be necessary either way *panting*

Sephiroth: Well, if we're not going out, I would like to show you what else I learned. *Throws another wet piece of lunch meat on the floor, then his coat on top of it (oh Gaia, the button monstrosity is a tank top that shows his arms), then picks up Lazard and walks over it.* There! You wouldn't be wet if it was raining! At least your feet wouldn't!

Lazard, face to face with the hottest man in Midgar: Take your pants off.

Sephiroth: One last thing! *Grabs the nearest door, which happens to be the bedroom door* *beaming*

Lazard: Are you...holding the door for me?

Sephiroth: Yes!

Lazard: fuck me

Sephiroth: Of course!

[chaosarchivesandordervault]

First none setting or profile post here. Also first time I've included a mun tag for a side blog.

Anyway, with how I'm referencing so much since there's no plot Basically anything I consider important will be mentioned at some point. But that said. Just to be sure is it fine to mention you in posts your characters or settings come up in?

@ancicntforged @sephirisms @hxroic-wxlls-rxborn @divinityunleashed

[divinityunleashed]

Character Profile - Ray

Basic Information

Name: Ray

Franchise/Series: OC (Self Insert)

Appearance Claim: Fire Emblem: Awakening's Avatar

Personality: 

Ray is a calm and friendly individual who is relatively easy to get along with and hang out with. Striving to approach most situations with a smile on his face, he does his best to encourage positivity and kindness wherever he goes but even he has his limits. When pushed, he's defensive and will do what it takes to protect his friends.

He's very loyal but sometimes can lead to worship and idolization, demonstrated in a few occasions when training under someone, particularly whenever it's a woman with large amounts of power.

Backstory 

Ray had an average childhood, making plenty of friends in school as well as having been bullied like anyone else would of been. His hobbies included gaming and walks around the neighbourhood. His parents were a little strict on him but meant well, often allowing him to have things he wanted so long as he worked hard to earn them. One day, however, his life changed forever as he found himself suddenly abducted by a strange purple portal, appearing out of nowhere from underneath him and yanking him down.

When he awoke, he found himself within an endless abyss, floating in mid-air in front of a Deity that after the encounter could not remember due to a memory wipe. "You have been granted the most opportune of opportunities, my young friend," the deity told him. "To experience the honour of meeting those found within your video games and fictional media as you are. However take heed, that you are still human. Do not get yourself into too much trouble, as I will not be able to save you nor interfere with your life." She explained. He took it all in, and whilst overwhelmed at first, he knew that if he spoke out against it, he'd miss out on meeting his favourite characters. "Thank you so much for this privilege," Ray said, bowing his head in respect to the powerful being before him.

Not every day this would happen, if not at all, due to it being unscientifically possible. It also felt oddly familiar to him, like an isekai anime or video game coming to life. But he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The deity handed him a special watch, which was visible only to him due to her magic, and explained: "This will allow you to reach into any universe that you desire. The only limit is your own motivation, confidence, and persistence." Now with the opportunity to meet anyone he desired, his new life and story would begin...

Powers and Abilities

TBA

Verses

Cyverse - @ancientforgcd

Stumbling onto the Cyverse as one of his destinations, Ray instantly fell enamoured and devoted to the Southern Kaioshin: Black Heart. Whilst he was worshipping her, she give him the opportunity to become her apprentice as a Kai, wanting to test his resolve and to see if what he said he could do, he could in fact do.

Since then, he's improved her work by a semi moderate margin, and agreed to train him further, putting him through his paces and to learn the art of Ki Control.

More to come soon...

Sephira Universe - @sephirisms

Ray found himself in this Universe more recently, but the first one he met was... an interesting one. None other than Plutia Marisbury - More known by her Herrscher state: Vectia. Devoting himself to her was a questionable decision by most, but he wanted nothing more than to please her and show her his worth.

So much so, that he forgoe his worship of her Herrscher state to comfort her when she was in her human state when others weren't around to hang out. He likes to believe that he has a strong bond with both.

TBA -

TBA -

[chronicparagon]

Okay, the next anon sent a submission and for some reason, I had trouble editing it on mobile to give my response, so I’ll have it as a new post!

Anonymous asks: 💌 x 3

Send "💌" for me to tell you about an OC that I really love and want to give a shoutout to!

Three shoutouts for three all-star OCs!

The first one is @risingshine! They have a few OCs but I would like to talk about Chiasa who is a Kami! She’s a Kami associated with fire and she is incredibly loveable. I really like her and Harmony’s story where they slowly fell for each other. The romance between the two is very sweet!

The second OC is someone I write with for a while. Zek from @strykingback is a sniper who has more than one brush with death throughout his life. Despite this, I adore him and how he is with Harmony. They are pretty cute together, honestly.

The mun is also a friendly person who is open to trying out new fandoms for their OCs.

Finally, the third OC I want to shoutout is @sephirisms. This is also someone I wrote with for years. The mun goes above and beyond with world building and creating a network of storyline for their OCs. It’s pretty impressive!

[kingseph]

Time for my yearly pinned post update.

Hey, I'm Sephir. Seph is also ok. 27, ENTP, bi, Taurus Gemini cusp, scorpio moon, Year of the Ox. You can figure from there I suppose.

Lived in Japan for ~3.5 years but moving back to the US before my next birthday.

Future mad engineer. Maybe I'll make music someday too. Been leaning into my insanity.

I like supernatural horror, Cryptozoology, reading (all genres but especially scifi), learning languages (Japanese Turkish and German are my best rn), mathematics in general, Overwatch, Jujutsu Kaisen, Bleach, health and fitness, Travel, music(all types), and Piano/violin.

My blorbos are some of the worst. If you like them too pls talk to me about it 🥺 (Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Akon, and Mahito from JJK especially.)

[shivapvoid]

in another universe fai would probably be in that garlean theatre from ivalice raids (no i am not elaborating)

[bitchfitch]

Google just pulled some Shit.

One of the YouTubers i follow offhandedly mentioned he used to make remixes under the name 'sephfire' so i went to look them up bc i was curious, and this is how Google decided to credit him:

Sephire is in fact really named Daniel Floyd, they got that right, but this wiki entry is for the wrong Daniel Floyd. the actual Daniel Floyd who's behind Sephire is a video game animator who's worked on halo as well as at Pixar Canada, while also being the creator of the Extra Credits, PlayFrame, and New Frame Plus channels on YouTube. So idk. it Really rubs me the wrong way to see a certified cool dude who was on a charity stream benefiting trans health resources just yesterday is getting conflated with this ass.

that's animator Dan Floyd's face too so Idk man. it just sucks balls.

[horroreeriethacus]

Started running Curse of Strahd

Ok, not sure how to start this post other than hi, I'm Robin, Eerie works too, I started running a curse of strahd campaign for 6 of my friends last autumn and I thought it would be funny to make a tumblr blog to share art and updates on my players running around Barovia doing whatever they are doing! The campaign started with what is essentially the vibe of breakfast club, aka all of the characters got transported by the mist to House of Lament and were stuck there for awhile until the mist threw them into the hellhole named Barovia.

So here's a little introduction of the group, who have decided to call themselves Mistfits lmao:

Noi Zalken, the monk and token tiefling of the party. Probably the only character who is good aligned, except for our local rouge. They're also from Borca and lost their brother awhile back, so you can guess what they've been up to.

Sephir Ocrotire, our local cleric with healing, but will not heal. He has a whole Howl theme going on, got cursed and is in a complicated relationship with a fiance who is trying to kill him, (will probably make a post detailing about that another time). Also plot twist, his name isn't Sephir, it's actually Damir but he got the name Sephir after becoming a fucked up little birdman<3

Sora Ravnsdottir, paladin of Tyr and our token dragonborn. She's been confused about her disappearing mentor (who happens to be a revenant in Barovia, not that she knows). Anyways, she got cast out of her clan and is for the moment trying to figure out what fucked up secrets the clan has going on and why the hell her brother is in Barovia. Did I mention she has brother issues? This is a recurring theme in the campaign<3

Nedera Sunbrush, a halfling and our local rouge. She's got a good heart but is also a Kleptomanic which has obviously caused some consequences...like stealing from the infamous Ezmerelda. But yeah, she is trying her best and trying to make up for the damage she has done. Also Nedera happens to actually have a vistani heritage from her mother's side, so that's been a really crunchy plotline of her discovering an unkown part of her identity!!

Quarry Smith, our half-elf fighter. He has had the same mentor figure as Nedera, lived in the same district in Neverwinter as Nedera and somehow they've never crossed paths...truly a mystery for itself. Though that aside, Quarry is the type of fighter to be your ride or die, but also makes impulse decisions that doesn't lead to the best outcomes...like falling for a charismatic elf at the gambling house he dealt in, marrying the elf after one year, and then getting second-hand 4 years of debt because of said elf who in the end left him:") It's a little more complicated than that, but yeah that's for starters.

Last but not Least, Koyla Cassius, who was actually the long lost prince of the Dusk kingdom! His mother escaped to faerun before everythin with Strahd and he had sort of been chillin on an island with a soldier who's soul was trapped there. They had a very good soldier x king thing going on. Kolya was your snarky but lovable noble-acting elf. Unfortunately though he met his end by Strahd's hand.

But yea that's the party, a bit of a long introduction I know. I'll try and keep it a bit shorter for the future, so feel free to jump along if you're intrigued!

[insolitus-academy]

♚ //  Face Claim Full name Face Claim: kim jae young. Group/Band/Occupation: actor/model. Nationality: korean Faceclaim age: year ‘88 (currently 33).

♚ // Character ;  Basic information

Quote: there are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. (maya angelou [insomniac])

Full name character: jang yoonsu (elvish name: sephir crevan) Nickname: seph Realm of birth: dark realm, place called ‘aendrithyr’. Age: over 3000 years. Date of Birth: unknown / follows a different calendar, that is not applicable to the human one. Gender: male. Preferred Pronouns: he/him. Race: night elf. Sexual Orientation: pansexual.  What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it: native level. he acquires language by listening to it/being exposed to it for a long time but nevertheless needs to focus in order to learn, figure out patterns, etc.

♚ // Character ; Appearance

Skin Color: tanned here, turns grey-ish when he returns home/doesn’t use magic to hide it. Eye color: dark/black irises, that have shimmer of red when exposed to strong emotions, depending on intensity the red shade becomes more prominent. whites will turn black, when he allows it/feels comfortable. Scars: one on his left eyebrow.  Piercings: septum. Tattoos: traditional patterns of his people, which wind all over his upper body but he’s not ‘fully covered’. Hair color: the darkest shade, which can be seen by the being that sees him. Abnormalities: pointy ears.

♚ // Character ; Personality

Six personality traits: loyal, whimsical, debonair, spontaneous, tolerant, deceitful.

Likes:  bluntness / honesty, blueberries, snow, books, shiny things. Dislikes: disrespecting personal space, narrow-mindedness, cats AND dogs, indecisiveness Manias: gardening. Phobias: being left alone for the rest of eternity, forgotten. Animal: fox Religion: doesn’t follow any. Favorite song: currently, this song. Vice: pride. Virtue: charity.

Personality description:

to this day sephir could not get rid of his curiosity, he swallows books like his life depends on it. at this point he might have also already read most of the books in the library of the academy. in his free time he does tend to a garden and also likes to help out at the academy’s garden, when his assistance is needed/requested. the deadliest part about himself would be that his ‘carefreeness’ is mostly misinterpreted as a weakness. it’s easier to picture him as a kind-hearted elf than one of the demon realms. however, it’s merely an act and if he wishes to be he can be quiet brutal and cruel. especially, when others mean harm to someone or something sephir has grown fond of.

after his exile, finding trust is still a difficult topic to sephir, that’s also why he depends on magic so much given his appearance. it’s not that he’s afraid to show himself or doesn’t like to be a night elf but the disguise somewhat works in favour of his own needs. he doesn’t want to deal with unnecessary conflicts right now and avoids them to ensure him a stay in the academy. he has pretty much broken up contact with his father, yet can’t deny some irritating thoughts that push him to the verge of doing morally questionable actions. as long as he can draw profit of something he behaves. although sometimes not even he himself is fully aware of his ulterior motives. they come and go and nearly change daily.

♚ // Character ; Powers Magical Powers: fire based magic and dark arts.

Non-magical Powers: strong with stealth and sneaking, gardening, sewing.

Weaknesses:

light: in a way that it hurts for him to look at, when exposed to it for too long. like really bright places. it doesn’t scorch his skin or anything ─ just gives him a headache.

ancient dagger: back then in the aendrithyria districts, each of the head families had a customised dagger. they’re now in possession of sephir’s father (as far as he knows currently) and they’re the only five daggers that could actually poison him with a single cut, due to their material.

loner: he realises it’s a disadvantage and that he’s dependent on other people. he hopes to change that. to find someone who understands and accepts him for who he is. this could also turn into desperation but he tries to fight this.

♚ // Character ; The Teacher / Staff

Class they teach: defence against the dark arts, elvish (spoken and sign). Teaching style: strict. Previous teaching experience: none. but since he’s the son of his former clan’s leader, he has only learnt from the best.

♚ // Character ; The Past

Date of Birth: n/a. Crime Record: none, it’s clean ─ if something had happened, he hid it well or someone else was put to blame.

Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past? no. Background:

( war trigger warning ; death trigger warning )

aendrithyria wasn’t always a kingdom ruled by a single family. there were districts, where elves nurtured the local ancient spirits. the spirits, however, only tolerated each other as long as they respected their individual authority equally. as it is in chaos’ nature it started to feel bored. whispering doubts into the most influential habitant of its district. an ancestor of sephir. sowing anguish. on the annual conference sephir’s ancestor spreads bad faith at the table, bringing up rumours that have been ignored for too long. it didn’t take a lot of convincing for everyone to arrange their defences. in a time of terror that has never been experienced before, they thought their only way to fight it is war. while most of the ancient spirits started to fade, chaos grew stronger and stronger with drop of blood. that’s how the people of aendrithyria became night elves ruled under the crevan family.

they establish themselves within the demon realms, where chaos guides them to. everyone who doesn’t want to follow is executed on the spot.

sephir is a spoilt brat, and an expert at what his kind does best. being a thief. but except for piles of gold, sephir mostly returns with unique copies of books. not really of much worth to his father. yet, he allows sephir to learn from them, believing the knowledge and skills he learns to require will be beneficial for them. sephir doesn’t recognise his father’s corruption by chaos, growing up to believe it’s simply in their nature ─ to even kill their own kind. there’s a artefact in a language that would take him awhile to figure out entirely. what he does know though is that it shows him how to bend the oldest of spirits. naively, he shares that info with his father, until chaos starts to feel threatened. sephir is exiled into the dark forests in the human realms. left to fight for himself, it’s unlikely that someone there would accept a pariah and it wouldn’t take much for him to fall into a lonesome abyss. luckily, he finds shelter in the insolitus academy, becoming one of their teachers. he hides his typical night elf appearance behind magic most of the time and he can’t help but smirk, when someone complains about a missing piece of jewellery or anything alike. only a few know of his true nature, fully aware that a few beings don’t appreciate his kind’s presence.

♚ // Roleplayer [ optional ]

Time zone: gmt +1

OOC! Triggers: none.

Themes/genres you like writing the most?: all! but most of the days i thrive on angst.

[salternateunreality2]

Genesis is AGSZC's Karen Soccer Mom

If Angeal is Momgeal, Genesis is Momesis.

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He has many times showed up to ream authorities out for mistreating his boys. (He gets it from his mom, Genevieve Rhapsodos)

I'm writing up another post about finances, and remembered that I HC Gen to be the most astute and anal about finances. He also goes to great lengths to yell at the board and Hojo for embezzling from Sephiroth, and at Cloud's superiors for not paying him overtime when Cloud's pleas go unanswered.

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Hojo: Hello, Sephir-

Genesis: *bursts in* excuse me, are you the one that said Sephiroth can't work for the next few days because he has lab time scheduled? I thought I made it clear that this was unacceptable on the phone. Are you stupid or deaf?

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Scarlet: Get on your knees, trooper!

Cloud: FUCK YOU

Genesis: *bursts in* Language, love. Scarlet, you may go fornicate with a cactus. I instructed you not to go near a single trooper ever again. Do I need to explain it to you in simpler terms? Goo goo ga ga no trooper for Scarlet or Genesis make Scarlet go boom!

Cloud: ...you are a master of the common tongue.

Genesis: *sniffs haughtily, smoothing back his hair from where it dislodged* I am indeed.

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Angeal gets help when he's being too nice to people, especially when bargaining. He's not bad at it, he just lacks the ruthlessness necessary to wiggle the price down once the seller tells him their family will go hungry.

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Zack: Shoot, I can't find my ID card!

Cafeteria worker: No card, no food. This is the 5th time, Fair, you are about to be banned from the cafeteria.

Genesis: Excuse me.

Cafeteria worker: Oh Gaia.

Genesis: Where is the limited-use card I left with your manager for the express purpose of assisting Mr. Fair? Is it not in that very register drawer? I could have sworn I watched her place it there.

Cafeteria worker: He can't keep doing this though!

Genesis: Get. me. your. manager.