#araduna

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Making my non-BG3 ocs in BG3 character creation...If they existed in the Faerun universe!

Araduna Adlan, Skyrim There is a dunmer race mod for BG3, but I did not use it to make her.

Spellsword (mostly magic using with some melee focus)

Dunmer

Close to being blind

Princess Carmandi Ezrai, Original world OC

Half human, half forest elf (original race)

Princess who loves adventure

Roland Worthezi, Original world OC

moon elf (original race)

noble who just likes to garden and is obsessed with horticulture

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thank you so much for doing a trade with me 😭😭😭😭 I love it, she looks so goooood 💜

And thanks for being patient with me as well haha

Araduna for the lovely @bananasfosterparent

Got a little experimental with this one... My half of a Skyrim themed art trade! Thank you so much for your patience <3!!!!

Art trades are still open as I'm hitting summer soon!

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1 and 9 for your dragonborn.

Oh crap sorry it took me 400 years to reply to this!! I saw it, started to draw something for it, and immediately got distracted and never got back to it 🥲

ANYWAY, here we go!

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1 - What's your Dragonborn's race?

She's a Dunmer! Not on purpose originally, but I'm glad I chose that race for her now.

It wasn't until I had her go through the whole Companions questline and marry Vilkas that I really got invested in her backstory and whatnot, but originally I just wanted to create a Dunmer with a "white out" type design.. so white-grey skin, milky/cloudy eyes, and silvery/grey hair. Just thought it would look dope. But as I researched and built her story, I actually fell in love with the idea of a Dunmer Dragonborn :P And incorporated her cloudy eyes into her story as well.

9 - Dragonborn’s name and the meaning behind it?

Her full name is Araduna Adlan. It...really doesn't mean anything. I named her the way I made her: arbitrarily lol. I just made up her name on the spot, without much thought to lore. But even after investing in fleshing her out, I liked her name so much I just kept it. I added Adlan as her surname with a little more knowledge... it was taken from a list of Dunmer character surnames lol

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Just found your acc, when I saw my two fav games on your header image I gasped lolol

Though I do prefer Farkas, he was the first npc I married bc one time he said “I like you” and that was it for me LMAO

AHHHH yes!!! I'm always happy to talk about Vilkas and Farkas!! They are the best boys 😤

Skyrim is my favorite game and BG3 is a close second. I have my reasons, but it all comes down to comfort and escapism!

And I do love Farkas, but Vilkas just really clicked with my Dragonborn and the personality I gave her (I'm a sucker for the grumpyXgrumpy dynamic x3)

I also just find it amusing that I now have a werewolf couple and a vampire couple 🤣

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What's that? Another Great Good Fine Ok song that is totally Astarion x Efenity coded??? SIGN ME THE FRICK UP

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Araduna sounds like Catherine Tate a la Donna Noble 😂😭

I wanna know what ya'lls dragonborns would sound like.

I'll start, Einar would be like a mixture of Kurt Cobain, Ryan Peake, Viggo Mortensen, and Sean Bean(mostly like Kurt Cobain and Ryan Peake tho). 😅😅😅😅

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Tell me we're safe in this fire

And I'll try to let down my guard

I wanna let this love cut me

To the heart, ooh

So climb the walls of the scar

And move my animal skin

Your love is sweet and it's bitter

Medicine

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What I love most about developing the relationship between Araduna and Vilkas is that--well for one it’s a Grumpy x Grumpy which is a trope that has my whole heart--they connect in such a heartfelt way. Well, I like to think they do lol I like to think I’m showcasing it that way :P 

To put it short, Araduna experiences something traumatic involving her brother and Vilkas is the one there to comfort her, in a way that no one else could (details later 👀👌🏼). 

Meanwhile, Vilkas deals a lot with the burden of Beast blood and the increasing nightmares and anxiety/depression that brings. I imagine he is always feeling drained and heavy. Araduna is able to understand this and is able to give him a place to hide, just as he does for her. 

And this song is like the perfect one for them 😭😭

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My overdue half of an art trade with @puffy-shirt​ ! 

This is Ariya 😭💜😍

I love this character so much lol she has such a cool design!! I feel like she and Araduna (my oc) would get along but just like quietly acknowledge each other and seem like they don’t get along to anyone who isn’t them 😂

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More art of Tymir ⚔🔥 Painted portrait, Artbreeder edit, and WIP full body thing.

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Still working on his bio, but overall, he’s the most violent and amoral character I probably have (that isn’t an actual villain lol). He is the older brother of my Dragonborn Araduna 

He’s a reaver/bandit turned assassin/headhunter from Solstheim. His family had become poor over the years, since the mines are basically useless and the only family money coming in was from a store with books and tomes and some mage supplies. He started getting involved in smuggling but proved to be an efficient and fairly undetectable killer (especially with his bow). His family did not approve of him earning money in such a shady way and so he left the island and left his family behind. 

Originally, they were twins, but Idk if I want to keep or change that 🤷🏽‍♀️ I like the idea of him and Araduna having quite an age gap between them (can’t say exactly how much yet cause I haven’t decided lol, but having him be significantly older than her). Either way, they did spend time together while she was young and he taught her how to fight and defend herself. 

He is also the reason she has a triangular scar on her face. As a kid, she challenged him to combat, he warned her she wasn’t ready but she insisted. He swiped his blade against her face by the end of the fight and did it two more times to prove his point, making a triangular wound on her cheek. But he got his I guess.. his nose has been broken twice and now it’s just permanently crooked.

Anyway, once he moved to Skyrim, he travels between Riften, Falkreath, and Windhelm often, finding work with the Dark Brotherhood, the Thieves Guild, and having connections within the Gray Quarter. 

He’s also got a bit of a skooma problem, but that’s a whole other conversation lmao

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Them ⚔️💜

Araduna totally smudges on Vilkas’ warpaint this way for him, you can’t change my mind. 

More about my Dragonborn Araduna HERE✨

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Some drawings of Ara. 

If you’re wondering why a cloudy-eyed Dunmer is wearing Thalmor robes in Whiterun.... well you see, she’s what you’d call a dirty thief 

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Araduna’s basic bio sheet. Hopefully it’s readable lmao  

Some facts about her:

⚔️She is a pot-stirrer (of sorts), an inquisitor, crafty-minded, warrior and thief. ⚔️You get one chance to be on her good side. Cross her once, you're on her crap list. ⚔️She enjoys getting into trouble for the challenge of it and scalping loot is one of her favorite hobbies. ⚔️She loves a good fight and will seek one out just to test herself. ⚔️Her vision is not great. She CAN see, but her vision is clouded, just like her eyes. Part of her desire to challenge herself in battle is to continuously prove she can take care of herself, despite any physical issues she may face. Because of this, she has developed techniques to become a skilled warrior. I'm not sure what happened to her yet (idk if she was born that way or if something happened to her) but it's something she's dealt with for most of her life. ⚔️She is from Solstheim. She has family in Windhelm. ⚔️She is fairly xenophobic. ⚔️While she studies Destruction magic and is highly skilled at it, she does not consider herself any type of mage. She simply uses magic as a tool in tangent with her blade.

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She’s unlike most of my other characters, so it’s foreign territory for me to create someone like her. Usually my ocs tend to be INFP-ish, bleeding heart types but she is far from that lol It’s fun to make someone like her for once x3

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I've played Skyrim for like 3-4 years and never developed any of my characters but decided to do so with this one because she married Vilkas and give her a good backstory.

Anyway, this is my Dragonborn, Araduna! She's a Dunmer who really just wants to do her own thing, go her own way, and certainly does not accept herself as a part of some prophesy. During her journey, she meets and joins the Companions and shenanigans ensue 😍

I decided to pair her with Vilkas because I liked the idea of how they would mesh and could teach each other a lesson or two. But more on that (and Ara in general) to come 😏

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You look at me like you could see through me, But I can see a bit of you too. So when you act like you do not know me, I know that you’re just playing it cool. I can be your sandpaper. ⚔️ www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXyn4q… ⚔️

A little scene illustrating how Araduna and Vilkas got... acquainted. 

I wrote up a short story to go along with this drawing and give it more context. I will add it here in the cut below.

But here’s a quick little perspective on the whole situation:

From the start, Vilkas was skeptical of her, and her titles. He had never heard of this particular Thane of Whiterun. And he certainly couldn’t imagine her being the Dragonborn. She came to them with no connections, no professional references. She claimed the Jarl had given her a housecarl, but this servant was no where in sight. He sees her using magic as a crutch and finds her self-righteous traits repulsive.

Araduna is skeptical of Vilkas as well, suspecting he is hiding something from everyone. She can hear him groaning and growling in his sleep from her cot. The sounds only a guilty man with intrusive night thoughts would make. On top of this, his brooding and negative ways are frustrating beyond no end.

So neither of them are fans of the other and both tend to be hot-headed. 

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While different experiences had lead them to Jorrvaskr and he'd seem to have fully conformed to the culture of Skyrim, they felt some solidarity. Araduna found herself yearning for home again. Almost two weeks had gone by and she had been involved in more rigorous training. If only to pass time as she collected coin for her long voyage home and healed from prior injury. But she had a feeling it was going to be a long, long while before her feet would be on familiar soil again. Especially with all this prophecy and dragon nonsense. All her life others had been telling her of her potential, her mysterious destiny, her bright future ahead--she wanted no part of it anymore. Especially now. She was going to take charge of her own life for once and for all. Why should it be her responsibility to uphold the standards others placed on her life? She wasn't a good person, and she was okay with that. She wanted no part in some other land's prophecy and wasn't inclined to believe it should have any business with her either. While practicing one-handed combat with Athis proved to be a great distraction during the days, Ara was growing restless. She had come along on a few missions so far, but nothing exciting. She sat in the mead hall of the Companions, sipping on a half-empty tankard. The drink wasn't good, but at least it took the edge off. Athis sat close with a seat between them, munching on bread and tending to a small cut she had dealt on his arm during their practice. The table was huge, peppered with lit candles between plates of food and drink prepared by Tilma, the maid. The other Companions were still in the courtyard with the last of the sunlight, clashing blades for practice. Only she and Athis had come in to take a breather. She stared at the doors leading out to Whiterun and sighed. "If real combat does not find me soon, I may 'ave to hunt it down. I feel so useless 'ere." she mused, holding her hand up to eye-level.  Small sparks crackled between her fingers. It had been so long since she used her magic. The Companions weren't exactly fans of the arcane arts in combat, and she longed to let the sparks spill from her fingertips. She wasn't feeling up to venturing out on her own just yet, but she was gaining her strength back. The male Dunmer lightly scoffed with a raised brow, finishing his snack. "Well, don't look at me. I'm not gonna be the one to bail ya out of trouble." There was a haughty but slightly playful air in his voice. "Think I fancy meself a nap." He pushed back on his chair, rising from his seat to retire for the evening. Araduna smirked. While conversation with Athis was often... dry, hearing his familiar accent was a small comfort. She threw her head back, gulping down the last of the liquid in her tankard and wincing at the awful taste. "If you're not happy here, you should consider leaving." Another voice broke her moment of peace. This one gravely. Harsh. Nordic. The dark elf turned her head to the courtyard doors; her clouded gaze meeting the icy stare of Vilkas. He still had his great sword in hand, clearly coming back from practice. His stoic expression was highlighted in the bouncing candlelight. She wasn't sure how long he had been standing there, but it creeped her out just a bit. While most of the Companions either welcomed her fairly warmly or were civil at best, Vilkas did little to hide his skepticism. He made it clear from the start that he was not comfortable with accepting this new recruit. "I will, once my strength is renewed." she stated plainly, looking down and swirling the last drop of mead in her cup. "But I'm doing little more than the maid 'round 'ere. My blade thirsts for a real challenge again." The rhythmic sound of metal armor clinking against itself could be heard as Vilkas come closer to the long table. His face was covered in a mix of sweat, dirt, and faded warpaint, which only made his piercing blue eyes more prominent. "Kodlak allowed you to join our ranks, and I trust his judgement, but you're not one of us. Not yet. Not until you've proven yourself worthy." He reached up with his weapon, sliding his great sword into its sheath upon his back, and stepped forward to grab a bottle of mead. "Besides, that little axe you carry won't do much. You need a real sword." He put the mead bottle to his lips and threw his head back, chugging the entire thing. Araduna blinked, watching the almost barbaric display. She couldn't look away, but forced herself to refocus on his words.   She stood up, resting her hand upon the hilt of her elven axe. While it wasn't exactly special itself, she had fought tooth and nail with a bandit in order to get it. It had gotten her this far through this strange land and she was developing something of an emotional attachment to it. "It's quick and agile. At least I'm not lumberin' 'round with an iron bar on my back." She crossed her arms, stepping closer to the Nord. But her face involuntarily scrunched at the smell of sweat and BO he gave off. "This 'iron bar' can divorce a man's head from his shoulders in the blink of an eye." Vilkas stated, grabbing the hilt of his sword behind his head. He was clearly offended, setting down the empty mead bottle with some aggression. "I'm sure you're... sufficient with your blade. But it takes more than brute force to be a good warrior." Araduna smirked, shifting her weight to her hip. Vilkas exhaled sharply. "I fight with all the skill of a true Nord warrior. The very skill of my ancestors." He boasted, placing his knuckles against his hips and tilting his head up in a prideful manner. Araduna snorted. Nords seemed to make a habit of bragging about their Nord-ness so much that it was a bit laughable. "Alright." Looking the scruffy man in the eyes, she stepped forward to challenge him. Maybe his smell didn't bother her quite as much as she initially thought. Besides, she didn't smell much better. "I bet I can best ya in combat." It was Vilkas' turn to snort. He then gave a hearty laugh, pointing to the aged axe upon Araduna's hip. "Not with that children's toy." "Fine." Araduna rushed up the steps to where a weapons rack hung on the wall. She grabbed an iron sword, placing her axe in the now empty spot on the rack. "I'll use this." Vilkas scoffed, clearly making fun. It was barely half the size of the colossal blade upon his back, but could be just as deadly in the right hands. "A sword's a sword. Now..." She quickly turned toward the doors to the courtyard and stepped through them.   The Nord warrior chuckled to himself, amused at the tenacity of this dark elf. She was a feisty one for sure. The pair met in the cobblestone training grounds outside the hall. The other Companions had begun to retire and were sitting down on the outside benches, chatting. They went quiet as they witnessed Vilkas and the new recruit squaring up. "Let's do this." Araduna said before charging forward. Vilkas smirked, easily blocking her blade. Araduna tuned her face up, preparing another blow. "You're too eager. Try to find your center and shift your balance as you swing." Vilkas explained, shifting into his 'teacher' voice. Ara huffed. She was not doing this to get combat advice. She wanted to knock him down a peg. The pair continued to go at it, becoming more and more aggressive as neither one seemed to back down. Sparks flickered in their faces as their swords clashed. The Companions watched the show from their seats. This was far more entertaining than just sitting and chatting. Aela the Huntress sat back with her feet resting on another chair. She rested her hands behind her head. "Looks like I'm seeing sparks." she laughed to herself. Ria, another newer recruit sat not too far from her, drinking mead and following the action. She slightly turned her head to Aela, without taking her eyes off the dueling pair in front of them. "Isn't that bad for the blade?" she asked, resting her tankard on the wooden table. "...Maybe." Aela smirked as she grabbed Ria's mead and gulped down the rest of it herself. ⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️

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Surprise! Araduna has a brother. A twin brother, to be exact. Tymir, the Reaver. 

I have been working on Ara’s backstory and he kind of grew along with it. I’m still figuring him out, but he’s a lot more aggressive and tactical than Araduna. He is a skilled fighter and a skilled archer. 

Like many Dunmer, their family fled to Solstheim for refuge and both Ara and Tymir were raised there. Being poor relatives of house Redoran, Tymir began to seek out shadier means of sustaining himself and becomes a Reaver. Araduna begins to follow suit, but unbeknownst to their family. 

Tymir’s actions cause a situation that tears the family apart and he leaves to sail for Windhelm. After being there a while, he travels to Riften where he writes to Ara. But she refuses to reply out of anger, blaming him for leaving and disrupting the family relationship. 

As for Ara, time passes and she finds herself angering their family as well (how and why, to be determined at a later date lol). It is then that she decides she will reconcile with Tymir. So she attempts to find him at the last place he wrote from: Riften (unaware he had already traveled back to Windhelm). She follows the boarder through Morrowind and... well... you can guess the rest lol 

I have found a few songs for him to give a good baseline for how/who he is at least. If that’s a thing you are about lol

Bats - Kensington Dysfunctional Family - Cinema Bizarre  Crossroad (ft Dankya Nadeau) - Au5 (from Ara’s perspective about Tymir)

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Summoned the devil now we can't get rid of her We go together like salt and vinegar

I'm a talker, you're not a listener You hold back and I just keep givin’ 'er Kinda reminds me of when times were simpler We go together like salt and vinegar

Salt & Vinegar - Lights

Something dumb I made of Araduna and Vilkas. I always take random screenshots of them when I see something ✨C U T E✨ or whatever lol 

This is one of the songs from the ship playlist I made for them, and it does a fairly great job at explaining their dynamic overall (at least, what I image it to be lol)