#eso oc: angelica wintersong

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WOoO Angelica playlist just dropped ;]

Also have some sketches of her bc I'm insane for her she's too pretty and flirty 😩

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Cooking smth up 😏

Also, take this silly scamp Alethia dressed up when she was like five

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For this newest OC ask thingy, could you maybe tell me about Alethia's parents? I'm curious :)

Thank you for the curiosity!! I'm just as curious what my brain will come up with haha 😂

Alethia’s biological parents are Ylva Wintersong and Meriano. Ylva was born and raised in Winterhold. During her years there, she was often quite gloomy and stubbornly resistant against her parents’ wishes of becoming a priestess like her maternal grandmother. She rebelled quite heavily against becoming a priestess of Mara, and instead wanted to pursue the mercenary’s life. It's not that Ylva was against the healing arts, but instead she hated the idea of leading a boring life as a healer. Also, Mara represented everything she wasn't, which felt too close for comfort. Love frightened her, and she was often too brash to form intimate relationships. Eventually, she finally conceded against her parents’ nudges, and traveled to Solitude to learn the art of healing at the temple of Mara. Ylva was surprised when she was met by so many kind faces. The priests and priestesses were so gentle with her—even when she stubbornly pushed back against some of their rules. A new spark of passion enveloped her, and Ylva found herself actually enjoying her time at the temple. It was something new, and it felt good to help others. She rose up the ranks rather quickly, surprising even herself at her ability to learn restoration magic. Still, the pig-headed part of her personality refused to be pushed down, even as a goofy, drunken sailor from Summerset wouldn't leave her alone. 

One night, while she was about to walk around the forest, she tripped on a body lying at the temple steps. Meriano was fast asleep, his body hugging an ale bottle. Surely, he would have succumbed to frostbite, or a hungry animal if she hadn't pulled him in. She regretted saving his life as soon as the flirting began. There was something more to his arrival, she could see it in his demeanor, but refused to press him. Somehow, his annoying nature wormed it's way into her heart, and Ylva began to care for him. Meriano would stop by once her hours were completed, and they would talk. Over the course of their talks, he spoke about his past, and admitted he was running away from home. Meriano came from a very high class family in Summerset and needed to marry soon. Unfortunately, these arranged marriages take time, effort and rarely ever involve love on either side. Meriano, being the hopeless romantic that he is, desired to be with someone who loved him, not his wealth or class. Something changed in the way Ylva viewed him—she started thinking about all the nice things he’d done for her, even if she wasn’t all that nice back. He would help around the temple by bringing back ingredients needed for salves, or for comfort whenever the sick would pass. Her grumpiness didn't bother him, and that struck something deep within her. Something that she stuffed down and tried to hide so many times in fear of being hurt. Ylva began to open up. It was small, at first, but soon they forged a bond that couldn't be broken. They bonded in secret, and Anitra is the first of their children. She is much like her mother—pig-headed and moody. Asta is the second, serious and level-headed. Their third and most rambunctious child is Angelica. Sickly but sweet is Alethia, their fourth child. The youngest of them all, but the most carefree, is Anabelle. Today, Meriano spends most of his time at sea and Ylva as high priestess at the temple of Mara.

Lol, I gotta let them cook in my brain for more lore😭

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#14 for Sulphuricgrin's TES OC ask thing, for whichever OC you'd like to answer about (I'm just generally curious about the symbolism people associate their OCs with)

Thank you so much for the ask!!! I'll answer for Alethia and Angelica >:)

TES OC ask game here :D

So, for animals, Alethia is definitely a wolf! Mostly for her faith in Mara, but also because she can be as fierce, protective, and loyal as one. I like associating her with pansies because they represent compassion, which I think, is a strong trait of hers.

For Angelica, I like to think she's more of a fox. She's mischievous and enjoys playing pranks on people, but can also be just as loyal/protective. I love, love associating her with the flower, bird of paradise, because she is keen on remaining free and is joyful even when times are bad.

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Ok ok so idk why, but I really want to head-canon that Meriano and Vanus knew each other bc he transported ancient relics to the guild. Anyways, idk if I ever said stuff about Angelica, but she takes an interest in translations in Lillandril after hearing about the college of sapiarchs nearby and what they do. She joins the mages guild way later, since she's too young to join the college during her family's stay in Lillandril. Anyways, this nonsense ensues during...idk Greymoor maybe??? Vanus is going to light her ass on fire guys tell her to stop 😭

The early morning sun rose steadily above the light-pink sky–a surefire sign of winter. No matter how cold it became in Skyrim, the sunrises and sunsets were at least pretty to look at. Vanus was never built for the cold, he imagines no mer is. Summerset never experienced winter, it remained cast in vibrant green and rosy pink and lavender foliage forever. Perhaps this was a welcome change, especially since the usual was beginning to become stale. That isn’t why he is here, though. An associate of his that transports relics to Solitude has happened upon a particularly interesting find. An Ayleid slate which is in dire need of translating. Fortunately, his associate’s daughter is quite the formidable translator. He has heard first hand that her skills are not to be underestimated in favor of her age. Whether that is familial pride or the truth, he supposes he’ll find out soon enough. 

Manicured fingernails scrape across his robes, and Vanus jumps at the sudden touch. The woman meets his gaze with a cat-like smile as she faces him–her overwhelming perfume surrounding him.

“Ah.” Vanus clears his throat, “You must be the translator.” 

She doesn’t respond immediately as she gives him a once-over. Her smile is becoming unnerving the longer they sit in silence. Her fingers pull away to pat his cheek, earning a grunt of disapproval from him. 

“I have a name, handsome.” She bats her long eyelashes from beneath her tear-stained smoky-eye.

“Angelica.” He answers.

She hums, “So, you do know it. You know…my father talked an awful lot about you.” Angelica takes a seat across from him, checking her nails. “So did my sister.” She adds.

���Sister?” he quirks a brow.

“Mhm.” She glances up, “Hm, let’s see…what do you call her?” She toys with a strand of dark-red hair between her fingers. “The hero of Nirn? The soulless one? Ooh, ooh, I know.” She grins, basking in his attention. “The vestige.” He perks up in realization. So, this was the vestige’s sister, Angelica. They don’t seem to have much in common. This woman is not at all like Alethia–kind and sweeter than pie. Angelica was more like a nixad, or a banekin, but perhaps twice as stubborn than both. Gregarious and a trickster, the perfect combination for a headache, he thinks. At least he could use her charming personality for social visits with clients, provided that she behaves. 

Angelica tilts her head with a thoughtful expression, and there’s a flicker of hope in his mind that she won’t be terribly rowdy. 

“So, want to have dinner with me?” Well, that squashed any hope he had. Entirely. 

Vanus sighs, massaging his temples, “No, Angelica. You’re grossly misunderstanding this visit if you think I came here for smalltalk.”

She pouts, “Aww, you didn’t? Papa said we would get along, since we’re opposites and all.”

Great, her father filled her head with stories about him. None that were accurate, it seems.

“I’m afraid it isn’t likely we will become closer than…acquaintances. At best.” He harrumphs. 

She crosses her milky thighs, smirking when they catch his attention. Her flirtations would certainly cause him to strain something with how vexing they are becoming. 

“That’s a shame.” She drawls, her eyes lidding dangerously. “I don’t mind the age gap. In fact, don’t you think it adds to the temptation? Or, maybe you prefer something mundane. I could be the perfect housewife.”

Without another word, Vanus shoves the tablet her way. “No chance, Angelica. I’m far too capable a mage to be drawn in by your poorly done act of seduction. It’ll take more than that to tempt the likes of the great mage.” His arrogance excited her, and that only irritated him further.

She rolls her eyes, smiling playfully as she grabs the slate. 

Her eyes take the small stone tablet in, observing it cautiously. Moss gathers on its corners and slightly obscures some words. Hopefully, those wouldn’t be terribly hard to ponder, but that is what her work usually details. Endless pondering upon various observations. 

“Well, well, well…” Her voice trails off, eyes stuck on some letter or worn down structure. “Interesting.”

Vanus looks on, a look of impatience passing his expression when she glances up to meet his eyes.

Gently, Angelica lies the tablet back in its case. “This little thing has spent some time in the ocean, hm?”

“Don’t tell me that’s all you've gathered.” He frowns when she giggles.

A pale hand waves him off, “Oh, please, I’ll need some more time before I dig deeper, my dear archmagister.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Cue another snort, “It’s made from marble, maybe something softer than that. The ocean won’t readily dissolve hard rock, you see? These cracks and formations came from somewhere coastal. But, you’ve gathered that already, I take it?”

Vanus huffs, “Quite so. I expect you to take this seriously. You work for the mages guild already, so I hope this attitude isn’t permanent, initiate.”

Angelica guffaws, “Ah-ah-ah.” She waves a long-nailed finger as though she were scolding a kitten. “Try Expert. I’m no child, Vanus. Even if the years between us say so, I do know my translations.”

“Fine, then at least be agreeable.”

She blows a kiss, “Anything for you, handsome.” He doesn’t have time to scold her, because she gathers the case and makes a bee-line for the mages guild.

His shoulders sag once her profile is done swaying out of the pub. This woman was going to be the bane of his existence for however long he needed to remain on this miserable rock.

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2 & 20 for the OC interview :) any OC(s)! I just wanna hear about anyone/everyone!!

TY for the asks :D Angelica and Alexandra are getting some love <33

2) When they cast magic, what’s their style? Are they flamboyant or reserved? Do they wave their hands around? Do they like making a show of it? Are they verbal?

Despite her reserved nature, I think Alethia is very verbal when casting spells. She invokes Mara’s name quite a bit, and will be very precise and exact with her motions–often over-exaggerating them to make herself appear imposing (which she doesn't, lol). 

Unlike her little sister, Angelica is incredibly flamboyant. She isn’t at all serious or pious when summoning undead. Although sworn to raise only those who wish it, Angelica remains playful in the face of battle. She enjoys taunting her enemy and putting on grand performances for her own amusement, before striking the final blow. 

When in battle, Alexandra prefers to unleash her suppressed fury, and will usually cast her bound weapons with quite the display of bloodlust. It’s hard to keep the dragon inside calm, so fighting becomes a joy when she realizes she can cast her restless nature aside. During battle, she is mostly non-verbal and focused on whatever she can carve up. 

20) If you took their bag and upended it now, what would you find in it?

If you shook out everything in Alethia’s bag, you would probably find an assortment of strange items. Something of a packrat, Alethia holds onto trinkets and items that hold memories for her. Also, she does carry a little pouch of makeup in the case of parties, and a whole lot of food (mostly boiled creme treats lol). On the occasion she can sit down, she does bring reading material in the form of bawdy romance novels and several arcane texts (to hide her smut). 

Alexandra’s bag would probably have an assortment of magic scrolls for quick use, and spare daggers. Only the bare essentials with this lady, she can be very cut and dry. Her mother’s necklace also resides in her bag, so she can witness her journey beyond death. 

Angelica’s bag is full of knick-knacks, bones, and texts she was supposed to translate but didn't, from the archmagister. The bones serve no use, but they are pretty to look at. Her bag is sparse aside from this, because she relies on whatever willing soul would like to be raised from the dead. 

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modern Angelica. That's it. That's the post. Need it to be more candy cotton ish 😩

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Angelica teases Alethia about her crushes 😭

Tell her sister to stop bullying her pls.

It's a pretty day, the world is covered in white fluffy sheets of snow while the cardinals sing their song. Snowflakes cast down from the sky, gently succumbing to their fall on Alethia's boots. Her sister lies in the snow beside her, skipping a pebble on the only water left unclaimed by frost. 

Angelica was never good at skipping stones, and it's quite easy to tell as the pebble sinks pitifully to the bottom of the frozen lake. 

A smile makes its way to Alethia's lips regardless. The simplicity of the moment makes her relax. If only her life was always this simple, she thinks. Once the thought crosses her mind, she's already imagining how quaint it would have been. It annoys her. She would have preferred this life—a life of constantly being on the run, and fighting unimaginable dangers—simply to avoid her own thoughts. It's never good to be left alone with your mind for too long, her sister had always told her. She understands now, and feels a sudden wave of concern consume her. Glancing over to her sister, she didn't seem upset or depressed at all. Yet, it nags at the back of her mind. Angelica was a trickster and far, far too good at hiding what she really thought. 

Angelica lies there, eyes far out as she hums some silly song she heard at a tavern no doubt from days prior. Her forefingers skim the smooth surface of the pebble in her hand, and yet she hesitates to throw it. Another lurch in Alethia's belly. She, too, hesitates, even if it's for a completely different reason. 

Tucking her knees to her chest, Alethia swallows dry. 

"Angie." 

Angelica's head turns to face her sister, stormy eyes meeting blue. She smiles, but otherwise says nothing. It unnerves her, per usual. 

Alethia grunts, nudging her sister. "Say something when I call you. It freaks me out."

Knowingly, her sister's lips pull up further in a grin. 

"That's why I do it."

Alethia rolls her eyes, snorting. 

"Alright, alright. What's the matter, Al? Having trouble with your crushes? Who's it this time? Still the queen?" She relishes Alethia's flushed cheeks. 

"No!" Alethia huffs, trying to stop her blushing.

"Oh, come on! I bet one of those dashing men and women you work with caught your heart. Even momentarily?" She smiles, thinking with an impish grin. "Okay, how about...hm, I got a good long look at that count you worked with." She whistles, and it really doesn't help Alethia's flustered state.

Angelica scoffs, "Oh, please, he had a very nice ass." Her knee bounces idly as laughter fills the small space. 

Another groan, and Angelica rolls her eyes. "Alright, so what about Tharn?"

The world stops for a moment, and Alethia has to physically bite her cheeks to silence herself.

"Ooh, interesting reaction. Is it the power? Do you think he's any good in bed?"

"It was a moment of weakness." Alethia stutters out. 

"I bet that's what all sixteen of his wives said before having the most incredible se-"

"Angie, please." 

Angelica snorts, "Okay, I guess seasoned men are my thing, huh?"

That does pry a laugh from Alethia's lips, her shoulder gently bumping with her sister's.

"You like his son, don't you?"

Her laughter is momentarily silenced, overtaken by worry.

"Is that bad? Am I weird? Too pious, maybe? Or, maybe I'm just too sad and lonely for his tastes. Wait...maybe I smell weird to him, since he's a vampire a-"

The thoughts that tumble from her lips too eagerly end once she feels the warm embrace of her sister.

"Shh, it's okay. Alethia, you're the brightest star on Mundus. By Mara, no one could ever hate you. I know that." She pulls back, holding her sister's hands. "Please, Al, believe in yourself just this once." 

"I think that of you, too." 

Those words do not fall on deaf ears as Angelica's steel-colored eyes widen.

"I was thinking about you before. I was thinking about all the times you've comforted me, and yet I haven't done the same. I love you, Angie. You're the best big sister I could ever ask for."

A pin could be dropped in the snow, and Alethia swears she would be able to hear it with how silent her sister is. It seems that even the birds have quieted down.

A tender brush to her hair pulls Alethia from her doubts, paired with Angelica's smile. 

"I love you, too, Alethia. Just your presence is enough to brighten my day. You're the best little sister I could ever ask for." 

They smile and laugh, embracing once more.

She spies that impish grin again, "So, have you told him yet?"

"Mara, no!" Alethia laughs girlishly. 

"Well...coming from an experienced woman in matters of the heart." Alethia rolls her eyes as Angelica continues. 

"I think he likes you, too."

"Really?" 

A fond smile makes its way to Angelica's lips, splitting her self-doubt and fear of rejection into nothing but an after-thought.

"I do." 

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Lovesick idiot, public menace #1, and little scrib for your public viewing lol 👍

Alethia needed to take a vacation in Lillandril. Fun fact: Alethia tried to get accepted into the sapiarch's college, but was denied since she was deemed an outsider because of her 'half-breed' status. That's ok, at least Vanus accepts her in the mages guild 🥹

Anabelle is baby <33. She's very cute, but can be brash. She enjoys sparring with her sisters and is very, very impatient. Unlike Alethia, but much like the rest of their sisters, she prefers melee weapons. She is 20 years old and still hanging around the temple to help before she sets out into the world. Alethia and the rest of her big sisters worry about her a LOT since she's so young </3

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3 for any OC for the ask game(or you can do several OCs if you'd like for this one)? 👀👀

Thank you for the ask!! :^]

3) What song describes your OC?

Oooh! This is such a hard one for me, because sometimes I feel like the feeling of a song might better encompass Alethia rather than the meaning. But, I will try to pick some lol! Cinnamon by Haley Williams and Dorian by Men I Trust are sooo her. Cinnamon mostly because I like to think she gets comfortable with being on her own (after coming from such a big family and travelling alone). Dorian doesn't mean so much as it feels like her—safe and warm.

Also, I'm gonna sneak Angelica in here (Alethia's older sister). She's a wild card, but very keen on being free and one with the earth. She can be very flirty and manipulative, though. Sorry for choosing two songs again haha, but Hartebeest by Yaelokre and Primadonna girl by MARINA really do fit her sooooo well.

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I have no excuse, I just really like drawing women. Also, I kind of want to give Alethia and her sisters different ears lol, like Angelica's are sort of curved down idk lol. I'm so sleepy I can't color 😭

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Ok I'll sleep fr now 😭

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Witchy Angelica :D I need to make ALL Alethia's sisters lol

She's kind of a scamp, but is really protective of her sisters 🥹

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Been thinking about modern Alethia and Angelica. Suits with just a bra are my weakness >:)

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Sketch dump bc I found a new brush >:)

Also I drew Alethia's sister, Angelica. She's being an imp. (Last sketch bottom and to the left)

Cirwedh belongs to fangsandsoftgrass <3 I needed to draw ur bby smiling 😭

I got good news yesterday too! I cleared all my tests and am just severely iron-deficient! Hopefully my energy will improve once I get some yummy iron infusions :D

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Kinda like the tattoos 🤔

I have no excuse, I just really like drawing women. Also, I kind of want to give Alethia and her sisters different ears lol, like Angelica's are sort of curved down idk lol. I'm so sleepy I can't color 😭