#good luck to my mcs ryvaeryn and elthian

[ownworldresident]

Character Introduction!!

First one I've done so here goes! Presenting:

What's your name?

Ryvaeryn. Oh, if you read my manuscripts it's Ellaraye.

Can I call you Ryn?

No.

Where are you from/do you live?

I live on Merrana, the continent. Right now I'm in South East Merrana, at Fiska's Crossing, next to the forest.

What do you do?

I'm a scribe, and an editor. I'm studying evolution currently. Hopefully I can find a few clues about what I am...

So what are you?

What am I? A shapeshifter. A tiger. But I honestly don't know how or why. That's what I'm studying.

What special abilities do you have?

Haha... I guess shapeshifting could count. I also have some empathic ability which is very frustrating. Humans have so many useless emotions it's ridiculous. I don't know how to switch it off.

What do you hope for the future?

What? The future I... I guess, i mean I think a family. I just need to figure it out, who I am, what I'm doing here... I guess maybe having a family would be a start.

Do you think you'll travel?

Maybe? I mean yes. At some point. I'm not sure when but I'm sure I will.

Thanks for coming in!

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To the lovely audience, we leave you with this excerpt from chapter one of Ryn's story, (untitled at the moment).

“Let me see. Please.” I said, smiling softly. I sensed his apprehension lessening and my own chest untightened. When he retrieved a capsuled scroll however my heart dropped. It shouldn’t, that was exactly what I had hoped to find, but Pyte’s reaction and anxiety conveyed to me easily that this scroll was not good news.

“It doesn’t exactly conflict... It could be wrong...” he handed it to me, and I lifted the tag.

“I’ve never seen one this old.” I breathed, looking wide eyed at the man before me. Pyte looked uncomfortable, scratching the back of his head. My excitement at finding something this ancient battled with my anxiety that it was what he said. Pyte knew my work. He knew what I was looking for. If this brought on that much discomfort in a merchant, then it was likely to be bad news. “do you know the contents?”

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[ownworldresident]

Yup

When your characters are crying at you to stop but you have to torture them for the plot

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Character Intro: Elthian

Role: Protagonist WIP: Blood Ties Trilogy (high fantasy, adventure, romance) Appears in: For The Crown (book one), For The King, For The Country WIP Intro for For The Crown - link

Basics:

Age: 29 Nickname/title: El (to close friends), Sir, Your Highness, My Lord, My Prince, Crown Prince Elthian Species: shapeshifter (african lion) Home: Royal (Versillian) Castle, above Cossalier City, West Mantha Profession: Crown Prince, High Chancellor Identifies as: male, straight (he/him) Family: King Parthian, Prince Orrian (half-brother), Queen Lilanna (step-mother) Relationships before trilogy: No known long term relationships. Relationships during For The Crown: Ryvaeryn (love interest and confidant), Joal (best friend), Orrian (brother), Parthian (father), Kalen (friend) Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Excerpt from an early scene:

The darkness was cool. Soft, lazy clouds floated past a half moon over the trees, swallowing the rest of the cares of my human life; those I had left behind, and those yet to face me.

I waited by the maze entrance, though Joal had gone south for a moment, and sensed my friend before he returned through the trees.

‘Ready?’ his voice appeared in my mind as clearly as if he had stood beside me. A pair of bright eyes appeared in the underbrush, the rest of him melding with the blackness. Communicating through thought made our adventures much easier, and our conversations private.

‘To give you an advantage?’ I responded. ‘Of course.’ The cloud passed, and a large, dark wolf stopped in front of me, turning to the east. Our domain.

‘Confidence will always be your downfall, El.’ After the day I’d had, Joal’s words hit like a punch in the stomach, and I took a moment to recompose.

‘I suppose we will see who is right.’ I extended my claws into the earth and arched my back, turning to our path as well. ‘Whenever you’re—’

Joal launched himself into the underbrush, cutting through tight spaces he knew I wouldn’t fit.

‘Ready,’ he called back.

‘Good luck.’ I shook my head, waited a few moments, then crouched low and sprung after him, following his trail once he found the one I could run along.

‘You’ll need it.’  He sped up after his words, but I extended my lion’s stride and quickly fell in step with him.

Entrance:

Elthian enters the story at Cossalier’s marina, interrupted by the commotion of a young woman being pulled by city guards toward a navy ship to be deported, which he intervenes to prevent. Having grown up with the expectations of the crown, and the same compassionate temperament as his late mother, he wants more than anything to do right by his people. This on-the-ground approach directly conflicts with his father’s authoritarian rule. Elthian refuses to compromise his ideals, and that stubbornness won’t always be forgiven.

Journey:

After a decade of pushing boundaries with his father, overruling the guards again is the last straw for Elthian, and the King gives him an ultimatum. The certainty of his inheriting the crown is removed, he must choose between compromising his values for the throne, or compromise his authority for his values. With no younger siblings or cousins, Elthian has no knowledge where the crown will go, or what that will mean for the country he has pledged to serve.

Relationships:

At first comfortable in his environment, the first installment sees Elthian’s relationships with family and friends change. His connection with Ryvaeryn starts as curiosity, developing into friendship, then so much more. He remains close to his best friend, Joal, and older brother, Orrian. His admiration of his father, however, immediately struggles as Parthian reduces his authority and threatens his future.

As his relationship with Ryn strengthens, the rest of Elthian’s support network begins to crumble. Secrets are discovered that open old wounds, straining his relationships with everyone he trusted most. His pursuit of further understanding risks the antagonists’ being revealed, but as the belief he is safe in his own home is challenged, he doesn’t stand alone.

Writing Elthian:

Elthian is true to his upbringing. He has control over his body language, and verbal and facial expression, but his internal monologue has some delightfully sarcastic undertones. El doesn’t get angry but does get dramatic with those he trusts. He keeps to himself what would be better confided, convinces himself the ‘correct’ thing is actually what he wants to do, and loses himself to long reflections. Writing him is like writing an approaching storm. I will pile on pressure and torment till he breaks, and we will see the man he is under that decorum.

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Links to: Character intro - Ryvaeryn Character Intro - Joal

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[ownworldresident]

What do your characters think of you?

Feeling salty so here's an accurate synopsis of my main WIP:

Ryvaeryn: geez this is kinda tough and I kinda wanna rip some eyes out random privileged snobs. Especially the assholes threatening my life??

Prince Elthian: fudging fudge fudge how am I not allowed to spend time with her I thought I had some autonomy here wtf????

Everyone else, whilst doing their own thing: hmm... these guys are gonna be entertaining let's get popcorn.

Me: lmao you have no fudging idea what plans I have for you. Who wants to guess which OCs won't survive??

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[ownworldresident]

Excerpt from Chapter Five

I will create a new image for these guys but for now wordage shall have to suffice ^.^ this was written on a personal sprint with the help of 750words.com which I recommend you all take a look at! Though apparently trial ends after 30 days. Oh well! I got this out of it.

Elthian approaches Ryvaeryn in the forest near her home. This is about half of their conversation whilst they are there.

"Can i join you?" I asked tentatively, trying not to watch her too closely. I had never had a problem approaching someone before, even my father was tactfully manoeuvrable. Ryvaeryn lifted her shoulders and lay down, resting her body against the grass with her head on her front paws. I tilted my head. That seemed unlike the woman we had met in the tavern. Even the tigress I had been forced to chase earlier this evening.

"If you like." she said, the monotone would definitely have still been evident, even if she was in her human form. I stepped towards her and sat a respectful distance away, following her gaze out over the bank to see the river running past ahead of us. Us. To be with her and alone with her was refreshing, even on top of this pristine and alien forest that smelt of mildew and felt like spring. After a few moments of surprisingly comfortable silence I sighed and lay down as well.

"Do you come here often?" I glanced at her, but she didn't look at me, keeping her gaze on the water flowing past. The river wasn't quiet, but it seemed to drown out when she spoke.

"Yes." a one-word answer... I hoped I wasn't making her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry that we chased you," and I genuinely was, "I didn't... I had hoped not to." it had been invasive after all. She watched me now, and I avoided the eye contact, not wanting to seem too intense. Her eyes held such a bright forest green behind the pale hue and dark pupils of her tiger's eyes. It was mesmerising. I rarely saw the intensity in anyone. She still watched me, and I watched a tuft of grass to the left of her, past her head.

"Why did you, then?" the question took me by surprise, and my eyes found hers at last.

"I told you..."

"You lied."

I struggled not to jerk my head back or let my gaze give away my shock at that statement. I lied? Yes. I had lied. Some part of me, deep down, had been thrilled by the chase, and the challenge. Don't look away... I told myself. Stay confidence.

"I did." I nodded. "It is true that I could have come to your house. I knew that there was no one there but you."

"I am glad that you didn't," she looked back out at the river, "I can't stand to be at that place."

"What do you mean?" I didn't bother to look away, instead narrowing my gaze. Despite the temptation I kept my guard up and did not sense her. Ryvaeryn had no defences, had never been taught or tutored. Had never met anyone like me.

"It's nothing," her eyes flitted over to me and back to the water, "I'm glad to be here. At the river." she added the last sentiment quickly and I wondered if it was a deflection. Before my mind could begin to wonder if she meant my presence, I moved on."

"Can i ask you something?" I saw her tense, and I looked away.

"Yes." she breathed in quickly, then exhaled and relaxed. Careful...

"Why did you correct Joal so quickly, when he shortened your name?" Ryvaeryn sat up. My chest tightened and I hoped desperately that she was not about to leave. Again I waited patiently, gazing only at the river.

"It's all I have left..." Ryvaeryn looked away from me, down at her paws. My heart dropped at the sorrow in her and though I wanted only to comfort, I cursed myself for sensing her and lifted my guard higher.

"Of what?" I prompted after a while. Still she looked away, her head slowly sinking, and her whole body lowering between tense shoulders.

"Of my mother." with another deep breath Ryvaeryn looked up at me. I didn't speak, only waited. And nodded. "she isn't around anymore. None... none of them are,"

Her lack of training suddenly made so much more sense. If her mother had named her, it was likely that she was the shapeshifter, which meant that Ryvaeryn had had no parental figure with the same abilities as her.

"My mother's name was Aera. Her father was Zaeran apparently. I don't have many memories of my parents, and no possessions, only my name." I stared at the river and tried to imagine what it would be like to have no family. I had been young when Eveleigh had passed away, but I had memories of her, and she was my watcher after all.

"They are beautiful names." I offered, "as is yours, Ryvaeryn."

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[ownworldresident]

Ryn, actually. My MC. But it's because she consistently refuses to die like all the bad guys want so really she's the problem here.

Days since bad behaviour is 100% Orrian. Partially bad habits but also (mostly?) intentionally pissing off the King (aka his dad).

Which OC is the reason the “days since disaster” board has been permanently stuck at 0?

[ownworldresident]

Moodboards

Accessible for me and for curious people xx

Elthian and Ryvaeryn

Parthian

Elthian

Ryvaeryn

[this post is so that I have a reference! I will be adding more but currently it is under construction and a link to the bolded board/s]

[ownworldresident]

*melts* omgosh thank you so much!! And Elthian is I reckon my favourite character (not that I have favourites I love them all!)

All hail the Crown Prince

For @ownworldresident for her Character Elthian. Enjoy! 😊

It was extremely fun to pull off, so thanks for requesting! And I oh my goodness, He sounds so amazing. Your work in general is amazing. (Go follow her!)

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[ownworldresident]

I'm not joking! I don't want to hurt him but some people do! They REALLY do!

What do your characters think of you?

Feeling salty so here’s an accurate synopsis of my main WIP:

Ryvaeryn: geez this is kinda tough and I kinda wanna rip some eyes out random privileged snobs. Especially the assholes threatening my life??

Prince Elthian: fudging fudge fudge how am I not allowed to spend time with her I thought I had some autonomy here wtf????

Everyone else, whilst doing their own thing: hmm… these guys are gonna be entertaining let’s get popcorn.

Me: lmao you have no fudging idea what plans I have for you. Who wants to guess which OCs won’t survive??

Tagging my favourite people: @dc-writes @angelolytle @tawny-lion-writing @annieslibrary @b-works-074 @bookenders @caz-writes @imaghostwriter @leicawri @collapsedkaleidoscope @katonahottinroof @pen-in-hand @srjacksin @minusfractions @candy687 @1-2-butter-my-shoe @quilloftheclouds @mvcreates @marlettwrites discord buds xxx

@hopefulmoonobject @mfackenthal @romanticatheart-posts @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 @riseandshinelittleblossom