#arden baen

[wolfhollow]

Driftwood's Pastel Squad representing. Featuring Arden Baen (me), Elouan Volfmoenwyn (@porxienapper), Rokka Kvet (@violetlypurple) and Noelle Auberlaine (@just-the-mage).

[korparkour]

About Korparkour

Hey there! I'm a 40+ enby (they/them) roleplayer that's been roleplaying in MMOs for over two decades. I love character development, writing micro-fics, enbies with green hair, and decorating. Sometimes I draw stuff. This is my FFXIV main blog for roleplaying, character inspo, and general fuckery. My long-time OOC main is @wolftabard.

Characters

Wandering Grin (Balmung) - wandering-grin.carrd.co

Arden Baen (Mateus) - ardenbaen.carrd.co

Preferences

YES - Queer & queer friendly writing partners.

YES -Logically bending lore without outright breaking it.

YES -Serious stories that leave room for happy endings & humor.

YES -People to swap writing prompts with on tumblr dot com.

NO - Random solicitation for ERP / Romance

NO - TERFs / that guy.

Tags

Wandering Grin

writing • screenshots • art • inspiration • asks 

Arden Baen

writing • screenshots • art • inspiration • asks

OOC 

ooc asks • shitposts • friend’s characters • a mood 

[wolfhollow]

Got Paladin to 70 and my wife made me some rad weapons that fit Arden's aesthetic.

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92%. Is your character particularly confident? Does their confidence level change if less people are around?

The white limestone cliffs plunged downward, their upper banks crusted with foliage that trailed in vining swags over the sides. Tjra stood balanced on the very edge, their toes curling into the moss as they looked down and down to where the river sent up plumes of spray around the rocky bottom of the canyon.

"Tjra!" Ljot's voice was stern, but Tjra did not look up. They were focused on the golden bell dangling from a branch some fifteen yalms down. The training tool swung in the morning breeze giving off a cheerful chime here and there as if certain death didn't linger below it.

"Let them try if they want," Valdis said. The ancient witch was seated on a flat stone, and she gestured to Tjra with her cane as the youth ignored the clamor behind them.

"You encourage them too much, Valdis," Ljot protested, but anything else she had to say fell away as Tjra thrust their hands out. Their focus was all on the trial now.

Their carved ash rod swung in a wide arc as they gathered the mist around them, pooling it into an invisible stormcloud. The air stank of ozone, the crackling static of the energy making their hair sizzle with sparks as they gathered it, compressing the storm into a glowing blue prism that shuddered under the force of their control.

They held the crystallized storm until sweat beaded on their brow. Not because they needed to, but because they could, the power aching like sweet fire in their limbs. When it was almost too much they lept, sweeping in an upwards arc as the storm splintered into glowing fragments like daggers.

They seemed to hang there in the air and then their arms snapped out again and the bolts plunged into the abyss. Streaking condensation they crackled in a wide arc and then shattered against the branch, smashing it into pieces.

Alone the tiny gold bell was too heavy, too smooth, to lift with their current skill. Its mass too concentrated. Now it hung from a fulm long segment of branch dressed out in green and gold speckled leaves. As they landed, feet crumbling away a chunk of moss Tjra pulled with all their might, funneling the down draft of their previous spell into a whirlwind that gathered and spat the branch fragments back up the side of the cliff.

The branch with the bell landed at Ljot's feet, its sweet golden sound accompanied by the percussion of the rest of the branch thudding all around them and the sharp cries of Ljot and her initiates.

"They're going to get someone killed," Ljot snarled, but Tjra paid her no mind as they untied the bell and brushed past her to place it in Valdis' hand.

"You could be a little less cocky," Valdis wheezed, but Tjra could see that she was proud even if she wouldn't say so in front of the others. They smiled viciously, but bowed their head anyway. Rubbing their victory in Ljot's fuming face could wait for later.

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OOC: Arden, or Tjra here with their old forest name, is like 99% confidence, particularly around big groups. At least when it comes to their own abilities. As in this example they can be a real shit about it, though they've also grown up a lot since their early training back home.

Thanks for the ask @mymistymornings !

Ljot and Valdis were named / created by my wife for one of her characters that has some shared background with Arden and I borrowed them for this.

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Arden Baen (she/they)

So my friends are back to Final Fantasy so I am dipping my toes in and making a terrible rabbit. Can I offer you a carrd in these trying times?

[wolfhollow]

What does your heart look like?

Neely Brodwyne

an open door, a burning hearth

Your chest is wide open, and your heart is a home. Others are welcomed in readily and asked to stay. You are comfort and love, everything you were never given but so desperately want to provide for others. You have built this welcoming hearth with your own two hands and won’t see anyone else left out in the cold. Be careful to not burn yourself out trying to keep everyone else warm.

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Arden Baen

a compass that doesn’t waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

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Quiz Here

Thank you to @ondragonwings / @witchlightdesigns for the tag!

Tagging: @porxienapper (Lou / Haddy your choice), @mischiefwife (Attie), @just-the-mage (Noelle), @violetlypurple (Rokka), @tinfoil-balloon (Ruin me with Dagi pls)

[wolfhollow]

these two are trouble

[wolfhollow]

8% For the oc battery ask!

“Go away, Oak,” Arden huffed, their breath freezing in the air with each restless huff. 

Behind them, Rising Oak did not go away. He stood like his namesake, huge and imposing, and immovable. Arden sucked in a breath and exhaled a plume of frustrated steam. 

If it had been anyone else they’d have yelled. Or at least bitched voraciously about the state of the operation, deflecting their true concerns onto something else. Anything else. They’d have loudly and plainly wiggled out every frustration and annoyance, like worrying over a bad tooth until it fell out. But Oak knew them too well for that, and as he leaned against the building’s metal support pier, settled in for the long haul, they relented and moved to stand within the man’s strangely warm aura. 

“You’re worried about her,” Oak rumbled as he dug a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and offered one to them. Arden took one between their fingers and lit it with a spark of aether created fire. They lit Oak’s too before replying. 

“Gods dammit, I am,” they sighed. 

“I get it,” he said, “but she can handle herself.”

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OOC: Arden is loud and speaks their mind, and comes across as an open book even to people they don’t know well. An impulsive, frustratingly direct book sometimes. But around folks they know better, who they trust and like, they’re a lot more thoughtful and prone to admitting concerns and flaws instead of shrouding them in jokes and too-loud grousing.

Thanks for the ask @jaquitor ! And go charge your phone! <3