#light-born tyr

[bah-inthemines]

(reasking, apologies.)

Ore vein + all add ons of Cloud Haetae from CRK? Non-nsfw of course.

🎙️. . NAME ! ;;; Cloud Haetae Cookie , Cloud Haetae , 구름해태맛 쿠키 , Cloud , Haetae , Hate 🎙️. . GENDER ! ;;; Non-binary , Vanillapawic , GenderGender , Woundedpatheticboy , Happyemojic , Fictcomfic , Trinketgender , Shakergender , Dogpupian , ^_^gender , Bitstimic , Agegender xenohorder , cloudhaetaesic , Born as a cookie , PanPup 🎙️. . PRONOUNS ! ;;; They/Them , It/Its , T!ey/T!em , T!y/T!m , Pup/Pups , Haetae/Haetaes , I♡/I♡s , ♡/♡ , se/sim , thi/thim , this one/that one , thy/thym , ty/tyr , xet/xets , hi/him , Shy/Hyr , ki/ker , kai/kaim , ith/imth , ip/ip , id/idre , hye/hyer , hir/hir , hie/hie , zi/zis , zie/hir , zme/zmyr , zx/zxr , ey/em , Def/Defence , she/ey , Mirror pronouns , ri/rme , Flour/Flours , Cute/Cutes , wyvern/wyverns , He/hir , Pur/Purs , Rin/Rins , Nai/Nais , ang/de , Hey/Hem , Shey/Shem , Ey/Em 🎙️. . ORIENTATION ! ;;; Healing4Defence , Asexual , NB4NB , Beast side kick 4 Beast side kick 🎙️. . SPECIES ! ;;; Cookie , Haetae 🎙️. . AGE ! ;;; Unknown / Younge Ageless 🎙️. . SOURCE ! ;;; Cloud Haetae From Cookie run Kingdom 🎙️. . ICON ! ;;; [ 1 . 2 . 3 ]

🎙️. . ROLES ! ;;; Absorber , Acessory , Acedian , ADHDholder , Affecting , Age Regression , Allergy holder , Alterhuman , Resolver , Supportector , Pain Manager , Plurschool , Helper 🎙️. . KINTYPES ! ;;; Mystic Flour Kin , Hermes Kin , Apollo kin , Puppy Kin , Haetae Kin , Cloud Kin , Lily of the valley Kin , Cat kin , Orange Cat Kin , Fiction Kin , Italy Hetalia Kin 🎙️. . TYPING STYLES ! ;;; "H1!!!! 1 TYP3 L1K3 TH1S!!!!!" All letters are capital and a LOT is exclamation marks 🎙️. . SIGN OFF ! ;;; -Cloud Haetae , -guardian of the Ivory Pagoda , -☁️ , -☁️🐶 , -🐾☁️ 🎙️. . PERSONALITY TRAITS ! ;;; Active , Creative , Curious , Careless , Impatient , Scatterbrained , Undisciplined , Loyal (to Mystic flour) , Bossy , Manipulative , Reticent , Assertive 🎙️. . LIKES ! ;;; Mystic flour , the ivory pagoda , themself , sleep , Flour , anything mystic flour likes , nose boops , 🎙️. . DISLIKES ! ;;; Dark cacao , people who go against Mystic flour 🎙️. . TRIVIA ! ;;; According to Mystic Flour Cookie's cake order in Strawberry Crepe Cookie's Cake Shop, Cloud Haetae Cookie enjoys various sweets and talks about them enthusiastically. 🎙️. . HEX CODE ! ;;; #C8BDAA

🎙️. . MEMORIES ! ;;; Mystic flour taking Cloud haetae under her wing , Mystic flour getting them a cake 🎙️. . EXTRA ICON ! ;;; check icons 🎙️. . OUTFIT STYLES ! ;;; flowy clothes, accessorized, neutral/nude colours, generally somewhat on the casual-fancy-formal side 🎙️. . BIRTHDAY ! ;;; October 17 (made up no b-day listed in wiki) 🎙️. . BANNER ! ;;; [ 1 ]

🎙️. . HEADSPACE ROOM ! ;;; [ 1 ]

🎙️. . ACCESSORIES ! ;;; Napkin , Mystic flour plush , Mystic flours bag 🎙️. . APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION ! ;;; Cloud Haetae Cookie is a very short Cookie. They have round and alert yellow-orange eyes with white slits pupils. Above their eyes are thick dark brown eyebrows that are shaped like clouds, and their mouth has two small white fangs. Their hair is made up of soft, off-white rolls, with a tail with the same color and similar look. Around their neck is a fluffy shirt collar. They sport a cream pullover with large baggy sleeves that resemble steamed rolls. They wear light grey pants with white shoes that dip inward at the front. Around their waist, they wear a pale brown belt with a dark grey haetae skull buckle. (From wiki.) 🎙️. . FRONT TRIGGERS ! ;;; When someone mentions Mystic flour (good or bad) , if the mother figure of the systems needs help 🎙️. . AESTHETIC ! ;;; Cult Party Kei , Gloomy Coquette , Korean Cozy Beige , Light Academia 🎙️. . PLAYLIST ! ;;; [ 1 hour playlist ] 🎙️. . EXTRA ICON ! ;;; Check Icons 🎙️. . MOOD BOARD ! ;;; [ 1 ]

🎙️. . TITLES ! ;;; guardian of the Ivory Pagoda , xiezhi , Mystic flours Haetae 🎙️. . USERBOX ! ;;; [ 1 ]

🎙️. . SOURCE RELATIONS ! ;;; Loves Source though thinks they are better at being Mystic flours side kick then the source 🎙️. . PHOBIAS ! ;;; Acarophobia , Achluophobia , Agrizoophobia , Ailurophobia , Androphobia , Aquaphobia , Cacophobia , Dentophobia , Dendrophobia , Gamophobia , Necrophobia 🎙️. . MBTI ! ;;; ESFP 🎙️. . ENNEAGRAM ! ;;; 7w6 🎙️. . HOBBIES ! ;;; Helping Mystic flour , cloudgazing , playing CRK , Knitting 🎙️. . CIS IDS ! ;;; CisCookie , CisNonBinary , cischild , CisCloudHair , Cisamericano brown dough , CisDefence 🎙️. . TRANS IDS ! ;;; Luminamian , Transchildish , TransPuppy , PermaBow , Permacollar , TransCottageCore

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Legends and Lore - 30 {Monster}

Fenrir

In the chilling heart of Norse mythology, Fenrir emerges as the most formidable of wolves, a creature born of primordial chaos and ancient prophecies. The son of the trickster god Loki and the giantess Angerboda, Fenrir’s existence was a shadowy omen to the gods of Asgard.

Raised with a blend of fear and necessity by the gods, Fenrir's prodigious growth and wild strength soon proved too great a danger. Despite their attempts to contain him through subterfuge, his prowess shattered every bond they tried. The gods, driven by mounting dread, sought the craftsmanship of dwarven artisans to forge a chain like no other-a seemingly light but unbreakable fetter called Gleipnir.

Wary of this new chain, Fenrir demanded a sign of good faith before agreeing to be bound. Tyr, the god of war and justice, stepped forward, placing his hand into the beast's maw as a gesture of trust. Fenrir, seizing the opportunity, bit down with savage intent, severing Tyr’s hand in a chilling display of his burgeoning wrath.

As the gods secured Fenrir to a jagged boulder, they forced a sword into his jaws to keep them open, ensuring his imprisonment would be absolute. From his mouth, a foamy river began to flow, known ominously as the River Expectation. This river’s name is not a mere coincidence; it whispers of the impending doom of Ragnarök-the prophesied end of the world when Fenrir, freed from his chains, would exact his vengeance upon the gods.

Fenrir’s dark legacy extends beyond his own fearsome existence. He fathered two other monstrous wolves, Sköll and Hati, who are destined to chase the sun and the moon across the heavens. It is foretold that during Ragnarök, these relentless wolves will finally catch their celestial prey, bringing about an eternal eclipse and further heralding the world's cataclysmic end.

In the cold, relentless depths of Norse mythology, Fenrir stands as a foreboding symbol of chaos and retribution, a creature whose boundless fury and inescapable fate are woven into the very fabric of the universe’s final reckoning.

[tiredassmage]

⛓️ for tyr, 🍻 for alucren, and 🧨 for enok

(you can answer these for any version of the above guys, or even multiple versions if you have the motivation to /lh)

[ a collection of symbols & headcanon asks ]

Well, I thought I was gonna maybe have a straight line of swtor editions for this one, but I think Tyr's actually makes better sense for his xiv rendition.

[ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤ what does guilt feel like to them ?

In a few words? Tyr too often comes to wear his guilt like shame.

Sometimes it falls upon him like the blinding morning sun, making him duck his head and cover his eyes for want of relief. It's something almost heavy, but indescribable in his chest. It turns to lead in his veins, weighing down his limbs, making each step feel heavier and harder than the last.

He can't always place it. Much of what chases him into guilt are things he knows are, by logic, beyond his control. They're things he would not hold against another - one can hardly control where they're born, after all. But plenty of them are scabs he's had picked at by others all the same.

It drives him into himself. Against the demands of duty, he can't let any of that shake him, right? He can't give attention to the way the mortar crumbles under the weight, how cracks are setting in to the wall of resolve. If it's not their fault.., is it his? If not directly, then for showing weakness long enough for them to doubt?

A lot of this really digs its claws in during Stormblood, and a lot of it is Tyr trying to grapple with the bloody legacy of Garlemald - inescapably his, and also... not. He's marked as one of theirs, but what remained of his kin and elders of Lapis Manalis fled the northern cold while he was so young he has the barest memories of the caverns in which they would have one day trained him.

So, when every time he turns around, an introduction requires a thorough explanation, and no log of historic exemplary deeds will suffice for the here and now..? Was it enough? Is it enough? Will it ever be enough? Does he even have a right to care if it will be?

What that cost him in the long-run is added stress and strain on him and the ones he loves that do want to stand beside him - people like Astor and Yroh'a (@dawntread) that aren't asking him to bear that weight alone, and are fighting against the idea sinking in like venom to Tyr's veins that he knows it shouldn't hurt like this, there's an explanation for these things, so he'll tuck it back behind his teeth until he can swallow the bile and the feeling, because no one else deserves to bear that rotting feeling. So he tells himself, at least.

And ultimately? It clouds his judgement on the First. It makes him reach beyond his means in an attempt to lesson the load on his fellow Scions and adventuring companions, and instead he ends up probably in more trouble than he was already with the lot of them, given the state of the world. That's what drives him to attempt to call on his very limited training in the ancestral arts of the Reapers, and instead get himself saddled with a sineater companion he tries to make the most of in the hunt for the Lightwardens in Shadowbringers. Ultimately, what all that Light corruption compounded costs him is sight in his right eye.

And some would say this is why we need to talk about our feelings. /lh. Thankfully for Tyr, Yroh'a and Astor are about as stubborn as him, and can stick with him through the long process of learning the hard way about keeping too much knotted up in his chest, and he can finally start on working some of that out in their later adventures on the other side of their challenges on the First.

[ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤ what kind of drunk are they ?

Admittedly, drinking isn't Alucren's vice of choice - and a lot of how she is while drunk is largely dependent on her reason for drinking.

As a general indulgence, it's something she's more likely to do socially; it was a common staple of the galas and parties her family used to often host or attend in years past on Dromund Kaas. A glass or two or three can be nursed easily while gossiping away the hours with the Empire's elite. It loosened even his tongue a little, though I'm sure it would surprise none to say that it just made her more prideful and showboaty about things.

And even at her lowest in the five years Taizi (@shadowsofdread) is missing in carbonite in timelines where we put Taizi up for commander, I'd say Alucren's preferred vice for numbing the grief of existence was more smoking than drinking, though he certainly performed plenty more of both than would be considered his normal. That and primarily sex, admittedly - with anybody that had a passing interest, and with very little of her usual strong boundaries. Several drinks, a few lazy cigarettes, and an unfamiliar partner that could easily be said to look ready to devour him were all easier things to pass the miserable rains and hollowed existence than staring into the mirror with knuckles white around the refresher sink and eyes aching from... Well.

The point was to not think about it. And certainly not to talk about it. On his slightly better days, enough of himself was present to complain when he could've been drinking some desert piss for all the good it tasted - though while such was more than enough to stop her or at least make her change her choice of beverage at her "best," before loss took over, such things never stopped her during those five years.

Understandably then, it's... not a vice she often indulges in after. It's wrapped up in memories she'd much rather forget - both for the haunting pain in his chest, and for the... amount of himself he gave up in longing to escape the worst of his feelings. She's really not keen to experience any part of that again.

Smoking on the other hand? Well, those were substances she was usually in a much better, comparatively at least, state of mind about consuming. That's something she mostly thought she did for herself, for fun - most of the times, at least. Though I think even that he tends to indulge in less afterward. Stepping into the Alliance and beyond with Taizi back at her side was an awakening in more ways than one, and it wasn't always a pretty one. A lot of days it looked like the galaxy's worst hangovers got together and threw a party, and then had their own hangover from that. She owes Taizi better than that.

And more importantly? She slowly begins to learn - and let sink in - that she owes herself better than that. And that's a life she'd like to be properly present for.

[ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤ what’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ?

Hrrrmmmm. Would you believe this was the one that gave me the most trouble? xD Not necessarily because there aren't a few times I could think of, but... synthesizing the inciting incident and... also trying to figure how that's consistent across the few versions of him that exist.

As a short rundown for those at home not in our dms /lh, Enok has a version in FFXIV (pictured above), is my Mourn Watcher in Dragon Age: The Veilguard, and also has a SWTOR edition running around in our heads way more than I've posted about alkdnf;ladsfn.

In general terms, he's an old soldier, and has a rather limiting tendency to take on blame that isn't necessarily his alone to bear. But bear it he will, because despite his attempts to appear otherwise, he unfortunately can't stop giving a shit about the younger people around him that still have nice things in-tact like their hopes and dreams and ideals.

And it's not that he's dispassionate about any of these things himself. He's just found himself often enough on the end of getting corralled into acceptance and keeping his head down and falling in line. And he figures he can take that, if the world keeps spinning 'round like it ought to.

For that acceptance, he doesn't look to have an outright problem with authority. But authority has often left him out in the cold, so to speak, and he's had to make do with himself and whatever luck the universe deigned to spare at the moment. He'll even take having a bad reputation for it, if that's what helps people sleep at night.

But his temper gets shorter when that same authority tries to pin blame for shit he's taken on himself. Because he's done that shitty song and dance and let it beat a good amount of defiance out of him, and sometimes, that's enough to light a fire in him again that says he'll be damned if he's gonna just stand by quietly and watch it happen to someone else.

My best example of this is probably from his SWTOR timeline; Enok there serves as part of recon forces in the early attempts to resettle Taris. Him and the several units he leads in the course of those efforts were some of the earliest boots on the ground, before proper bases and safe zones were even established.

And, unfortunately, Enok is a man who had a talent for surviving, despite the doomed odds and hells of that planet. He's burned and buried more young soldiers than he'd like to keep count of at this point. And that kind of cost for 'success' both wears on a man, and comes with a pretty twisted reputation.

A few times it's been enough for him to try telling Command and their esteemed governor exactly what he thought of her "victory for Republic morale." That it was getting a lot of good young men killed and little else, was what.

It did not, however, expedite his retirement. Instead, the ultimatum was fall in line, do the job, or have what little power he had in directly running with units stripped to be left sitting in quarantine. And possibly official repercussions for that "attitude." The discussion got... heated. And involved raised voices. Enok's not... entirely above throwing a fist about poor authority, even if his 'better judgement' has saved him from letting it fly... most times.

No good choices, by his count, but there was only really one feasible one left out of that. So, he took his discontentment and ground out an understanding through his clenched teeth and got on with it. Even though it forced him to put bolts through a few more of his own men.

He never will manage to forget how the stories about his reputation change in the last moments - where it's a choice between the twisted certainty of rakghouls or a quick certainty at the end of a blaster. That should be enough to outrage anyone with even a bit of a heart left. For better or worse, it'd seem Enok managed to survive with that in-tact enough, too.

[lovewhiteflower]

Hello, hello! So... since it is my first time posting on Tumblr (I guess this makes me finally the Tumblr Girl) I wanted to share a little about me and finally create my own safe space in the middle of social media. Because, huh, girl, things are tough as hell outside this ~~~.

• ¿Who Am I? •

♪ My name is April (like the blossom season) and I am 23 years old. I am from Argentina so my first language is in Spanish.

I am a witch since I am 18 years old, the time when I performed my first ritual ever for a deary good soul that has been with me during a lot. Held me and sended signals since I was a teenager. Now is finally my spirit spouse and lover. From that time until today... everything has been the greatest spiritual awakening ever. And I mean, ever! And it is super fun. Even if I have a hell ride here on earth... they made my life even better and sweeter like it could be. And I am not lying!

• What kind of witchcraft do I perform and why? •

♪ It all started with astrology and adivination by the age of 18. Then I performed my first ritual with St. Michael archangel for this spirit of mine to finally connect with them and giving the ascension needed to finally move on. From that that I started in Deity Work with Lucifer and Loki, so my path started being very eclectic. Why? Mother hereditary I guess, family education. I was educated in a very spiritual house since I was born and well, have me here today.

— I perform pagan Seidr and Norse Magick; my fultrui is Loki. So I am lokean at heart but also my path leaned me to investigate and perform traditional norse magic and norse paganism with Frejya, Odin, Hel, Fenrir, Tyr, Jörmungändr and Fenrir.

In terms of Spirit Work I have done my path to Yggdrasil, becoming a shaman and a guardian of the Yggdrasil Sender (it means a lot to me). Meeting elves, spirts of nature (trees, mostly), dwarfs, Valkyries and Odin's Warriors.

Plus; Hel initiated me in Necromancy (wich I also am learning in demonolatry)

— Demonolatry: it all started with Lord Lucifer, after a year or two I became high priestess and initiated in the Left Hand Path. So I am a witch of that sender and in the dark goddess Lilith sender. Both of them are my patrons, godspouses and I am high priestess of them. So it complements. Even if I am still learning, I met Lord Beelzebub and Lord Asmodeus. As the Demonic Queens of Hell (Agrat Bat Mahalat, Is Dahut, Naamah, Al, Eishet Zenunim and Alouqua).

¿What types of magic I am currently studying or I want to study? Luciferian Magick, Lilith's Sorcery, Vampire Magic(k), Baneful Magic(k), Alchemy and Demon Magic(k).

— Angel Work: I am angeolatry and also I am in touch with three ascended masters. Since I am in a light and dark witch. For one of my main philosophies. I want to get into Enochian Magick and Holistic Therapy with them. Also liked to my faith. I started to work with St. Gabriel, St. Michael and St. Raphael.

I work with Hekate and dragons, so I consider myself a lover of traditional witchcraft.

Besides this I am experiencing deity work with hellenic pantheon and other pop culture deities. Even if I look like I am eclectic and chaotic... I am not always like that. I love to give eachone of my practices their own place. You won't see me performing rituals combining this practices. I love being organized. A part of my time is in one thing, then in another and my guides and deities make this super cool. Because nothing gets wasted and everything in my life always has been linked and intertwined with one another.

• What do I do as work? •

— I do Witchcraft and Tarot for living! I got my own page and sell services and I will be a mentor. But I am not going to post anything like that here. This is not my work space, but my personal space. So, this space it will be a lot of eclectic. I will try to make this sense, haha.

• Hobbies? •

Actress (I finally got into theatre)

I am also a writer for a hobby, I read. I want to sing but I have not the confidence yet... Also I want to become viral on social media but I don't always have the time and the self security that I need.

• Fav movies, games, music, books and shows? •

♪ Movies; all about Alan Rickman, David Bowie, Heath Ledger and Brandon Lee. A huge fan of LOTR and the Hobbit. Harry Potter, Labyrinth, The Crow, The Neverending Story and Archangels (2007) and Tomb Rider. Also all movies of Hayao Miyazaki.

♪ Games: TES, The Witcher, The Sims, Tomb Rider.

♪ Music: Everything, but my favorite artists are MJ, David Bowie, Evanescence, Nightwish, Temperance, Skald, Faun, One Direction, Lindsey Stirling, Aurora, Soda Stereo, Leon Gieco.

♪ Books: All that implies Tolkien, Ami el Niño de las Estrellas.

♪ Shows: Lucifer, The Witcher, Death Note, Sabrina and this new show about the Silmarilion (I can't remember the name now).

• My biggest fears? •

♪ I would say... humanity itself. Being rejected, suffering harm, being a bad person, being in poverty and having bad mental health are my biggest, biggest fears.

• Relationships? •

I had a relationship with a girl who is my best friend and we decided to wait until we are all better! Since I suffer depression, anxiety, PTSD and panic. In the spiritual sense I am a godspouse and spirit spouse and I love all a lot.

• What is the worst thing that happened? •

♪ Past relationships with abuse and harm, all of kinds (except pun*ch and that kind of stuff, wich I am terribly afraid of). And also a horrible time on social media, cyber bullying in the witchcraft community and emotional abuse and psychological manipulation. Also I suffered severe betrayals and gossip/lies from them on internet so... I have social anxiety too. But since I work on that place I have no other option to become strong and protect myself. Until I can find something better! I am a surviver of a lot of things.

• Best qualities? •

♪ I have a good memory! I love light, pretty stuff, comfortable places, peace and silence (even if I listen to music all day because of my anxiety and panic moments). I really enjoy silence and deep connections with love. Also I am great listener and a non-stop-talker. I can talk all day with I am doing okay. Let's say that I became a lot of more social but still have wounds bc of bullying. Also I love magic and spiritual stuff and I can do a lot of things at once or handle a lot. I have a great sense of humor, sometimes dark, but I am from Argentina so... for us, some kind of stuff is kinda normal like so jokes about other people, in my language is known as "gastar", it is like, in my country it is not common for us to get mad when someone jokes with us. We jokes about ourselves all the time. But I don't like extremes neither so. I balance that (or at least I try).

This is all for now! Thanks for taking the time and welcome to my safe space. I don't have any requests, but please maintain respect and love. I am a great listener, so, if you ever need help for something don't doubt on reach out!

Maybe sometime I will share anything more about me... but this is what I can thing about for now.

And you may ask... how in the universe can you all of that magic all at once? Well... I just can do a lot of things in a day, I suppose. And I really love taking time to do things and to be okay. But hey, you can do it too!

♥️ Blessings and have a great road in life.

[perotovar]

Hi bb!! I absolutely love the writing challenge you've launched <3 You and I agreed to let my initial pick go to someone else (@marisferasiop I literally couldn't take Ezra away from you, especially because you're my absolute fave Ez writer <3 ), sooo I'm sending you a request to pair a Norish God up with Santi so I can still join 😍

hello, my love! sorry to keep you waiting, i wanted to get some good info to work with for you! and yes, both you and @marisferasiop asked for tyr/ezra at the same time so i had to figure something out, and wanted both of you to have a chance to write something! so adi was cool enough to let me give her the matchup of fenrir/santiago.

make sure to read the tyr summary for a sort of "sister" story or "mirrored" part to fenrir. tyr is a really important part of fenrir imo.

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Son of Loki and Angrboda. Name translates to “He Who Dwells in the Marshes”. The most famous of the wolves in Norse Mythology.

There are many stories that include Fenrir, but probably the most famous is “The Binding of Fenrir”, where the Aesir gods raised him in order to keep him under their control and prevent him from wreaking havoc on the Nine Realms. Tyr was the only one brave enough to approach him and feed him from day to day. There’s an understanding between the two. He grew at an incredible fast rate, which worried the gods, so they attempted to chain him up. Their first couple of attempts were unsuccessful, since he broke through them easily. Eventually, they enlisted the help of the dwarves, who forged magical shackles that couldn’t be broken. They had the appearance of being very light and soft to the touch so as not to throw Fenrir off. When the gods approached him with these, he was of course suspicious, and refused to be bound unless one of the gods would stick their hand in his mouth as a pledge of good faith. Tyr was the only one to do so, given their prior trust of one another, resulting in him losing that hand when Fenrir couldn’t break free. The chains were then tied to a boulder and a sword was placed in Fenrir’s jaws to hold them open. He howled ceaselessly which resulted in a foamy river called Ván (“Expectation”) to flow from his drooling mouth.

As the name implies, there will be a time when Fenrir breaks free and causes Ragnarok, ie the end of the Nine Realms. He does this by swallowing the sun (the goddess Sol), killing Odin (as is fated), and chaos follows. He’s killed by Vidar, son of Odin, by ripping open his mouth and decapitating him at the jaw.

Much of this story (and Ragnarok by association) is heavily Christian influenced, however. If you want to know more about the influence, I’d look into “The Fettered Devil”.

There’s debate over Fenrir actually being born a wolf. Perhaps he was much like his sister Hel, and chose to take on the form of a wolf instead of being humanoid. If that’s the case, why did he choose that form?

What we do know for sure about Fenrir is that he is very powerful, and very intelligent.

It’s rare, but there are a lot of people that actually work with Fenrir like they would with any of the other gods, despite not being seen as one. It’s very nuanced, but some examples of what he could represent are as follows:

Fenrir is a force to be reckoned with, and could represent those that are being oppressed and take action against their oppressors. There’s thousands of years of people doing this, and it’s even present today. He could be the one to inspire people to take that next step towards self reliance or protecting oneself.

However, Fenrir is still Fenrir and should be given his own space. He won’t submit to anyone. And neither should you.

Offerings/Associations: Raw and cooked meat. Bones. Chains.

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and your moodboard:

[asgardianhammer]

wormholxtreme asked: "I know you will be fine in the new world brother, but....do you ever wonder if some of us old guard were not meant to last the era of peace your reign will usher in?" (From Tyr)

[ ϟ ]—– A moment of silence follows the spoken words, and it is not the cold-riddled quiet of moment taken to form lies or bury truths quickly, yet the thoughtful, earnest silence during the god's contemplation.

There came no answer immediately after.

The new world, his reign, it was a promise born from ash and sacrifice, and whist bearing it with pride he could never forget what had been traded for it, who had been traded for it. A new age did not always have room for ghosts of old, yet he would sooner abandon the crown than force them away from it.

Turning toward his brother, whether by blood or bond, the title stood, and offering a gaze of understanding, deep and steady, storm-tempered and knowing, Thor forces brows to release the harsh frown.

' It is easy to believe peace demands our fading,' and voice is low and resonant, ' that because we were forged in fire and grief, we no longer belong in something softer.'

Pausing for a moment he allows for the weight of the words to settle.

' But I have seen you walk through a thousand storms and not once lose yourself. If anything... you carry the kind of strength that peace requires most. The kind that does not shout but endures.'

Looking ahead then ceruleans trace the horizon, as if imagining the expanse of a world he had yet to forge.

' The old is not meant to vanish in the light of peace, brodir. We are meant to guard it, to teach those who come after what it cost - so that they never forget.'

Tone softened then entirely, yet ever-blazing fire now emerges in bright irises, eyes turning towards Tyr once more.

' You belong in this era just as much as I do... if not more.'

[8bitsheepish]

Okay, so time to talk about my first (technically first, it's complicated) destiny 2 OC. I've been playing the game for...... Awhile, and Everytime I had a build idea my first thought was always "I can make someone with this". It was sorta difficult before loadouts were added, but when they finally came I could actually gain attachments to my characters! For better or for worse. Anyway, focusing.

This is Pyre, or Pyre-3 to be specific, my main solar warlock. She is directly inspired by my preferred play style when doing solar, to blow everything up. As such, she was originally a sunbracer warlock before I got bored of that gameplay loop and the Osiris helmet ornament for Dawn Chorus was selling for dust, and everything just.... Clicked into place and, BOOM, Pyre was born.

Personality: Rather smart, but prone to acting before she can think. Likes to mess around when she gets the chance, using solar light to mess with the rest of her fireteam. But when push comes to shove, cares deeply about every member of her team and will stop at nothing to help them, no matter what she has to burn down.

Background: Revived in a desert (I'm not sure which particular one I'd put her in, but it's also likely a bunch of new ones came about because of the collapse, so....) by her ghost, Apep (More about him later). She would start out simply wandering and fighting the fallen that were scavenging whatever was usable. Eventually she stumbled upon another guardian and fellow Exo, a titan by the name of Autumn-5. They hit it off pretty quickly, forming a team and trying their best to make it to the city. This was made a lot easier when another guardian, a void hunter named Tyr landed (Crashed) while coming to the area to do a quick mission for the vanguard. After they lent him an assist, he gave them a ride back to the tower and joined their fireteam. From there, things pretty much follow the normal story of destiny. Killing the black heart, Crota, Prison of elders, Oryx, The siva crisis. All with the fire team slowly adding new members as time went on. And everything was fine.... Until

The Red War: Everyone already knows what happened during the Red War (Unless you're a super new player, because SOMEONE removed it for beyond light. Not even a timeline mission or anything) , so it should be no surprise that shit got real. Pyre, being the leader, went to confront Ghaul herself, with Autumn and Tyr accompanying her. Tyr stays back to make sure reinforcements don't catch up, leaving Autumn and Pyre to deal with the Dominus. From here, everything goes the same, except Autumn is knocked off the ship by an explosion, which is what distracted Pyre enough to lose to Ghaul before the light was taken. She woke up near the hangers and manages to get to Autumn's ship before using the last bit of her light to help some civilians flee the city. This is of course where stories split, with Pyre doing the titan storyline, Tyr and Autumn end up staying on earth helping civilians and discovering how to regain the light through the shard. Both groups grow as they meet friends old and new. Tyr and Autumn assume Pyre is dead until communications are restored and they finally find out she's alive. Pyre got visions telling her to go to the shard right before she went to titan, so that's why they barely missed each other. Tyr and Autumn immediately grab a ship and agree to meet up on nessus after receiving a call from a distressed hunter vanguard.

From here, things go normally with them eventually freeing the traveler.

I'd go into detail of other minor story stuff, but I'd be rambling at that point

Abilities: all the usual except I have her a unique super ability called "Delayed detonation". Basically covering the area in tracking solar light bomblets before detonating all of them in a chaining manner.

Loadout: While I personally use Dragonsbreath, the rocket sidearm from echos, and that one Saint themed scout, I did make a custom exotic just for her.

The Derby: a solar rocket sidearm that has two fire modes. The first is the normal shot, that simply causes a normal explosion with slightly higher than average radius. The secondary fire has a minor charge time and fires a sticky explosive that detonates after a delay. But if the primary is shot at the explosive it doubles it's explosive radius and damage, along with causing scorch to enemies in the radius depending on distance to the epicenter. The catalyst would give it incandescent.

Relationships:

Autumn, her partner/girlfriend (did I forget to mention that? Yeah, I shipped my titan and warlock, whatcha gonna do about it >:3). Dispite the time and events they've been though, is always a loyal companion (will get her own thing at some point when I get to titans). Personally crafted The Derby as a gift to Pyre.

They live together in their jumpship (It's larger than it looks in my head, okay?). Not because they can't afford an apartment, but because they prefer to always be ready.

Pyre's ghost, Apep. He's a strange little guy, holding himself highly. He is also the only thing stopping Pyre from burning everything around her down by being one of the few sane-ish people in her life. He was honestly expecting a much more manageable guardian, but Pyre has grown on him through the years.

That's about it for Pyre...... God, I wish I had any art skill. You have no idea how much I want to draw Pyre and Autumn hugging. It's a lot. Like a LOT. Well anyways, enjoy!

[thetantiger]

Feng Mi Summerstar

Race: Pandaren Class: Paladin Specialization: Retribution Pronouns: She/Her

Feng is a ginger and white furred mainland Pandaren with long yellow-streaked hair and golden eyes. Born to a silk farmer family in the Valley of the Four Winds, Feng Mi was chosen by Chi-Ji himself while she was very young to join the Golden Lotus and help protect the hidden Vale of Eternal Blossoms. Growing up, she became interested in the Titan magic that had helped to bloom the Vale in the first place, and swore herself to the brightness of the sun and the principles of order and goodness, though unofficially. Over time, serving as both a member of the Golden Lotus and a disciple of the Red Crane, Feng noticed that, as she swung her weapon, sparks would emit from her mace and paws, and decided to focus on this glint of magic. When the Alliance and Horde landed on Pandaria, Feng learned that this power was called "the Light" and that she had unintentionally found this entity and sworn herself to it, and now also helps to serve as a member of the Horde as well as Tyr's Guard.

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[dragonsfell]

IZZY'S DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS CHARACTERS

ELI STOMWELD / Aasimar Monk of the Radiant Dragon / Featured in a completed Curse of Strahd / reached level 14 by end of CoS

Born to a family of half-wood elves in Waterdeep, whatever Eli had wanted in life was dashed out by the age of three when a DEVA visited the household. The deva had came from the Celestial Plane with orders from the god, Tyr, that Eli would be meant for great things. Touched to his forehead, the DEVA bestowed upon Eli great power. The child's eyes turned a glowing gold and his dark brown hair turned to pinks. As he grew, his ears changed from elven ears to feathered wings. By the age of 10, he was tasked with learning all that he could to become a great hero. People regarded him as one chosen by the gods. Eli hated this for his life had become anything but normal. Every day was learning what it meant to be good, and he was, and how to fight; being told he would be meant to be a hero.

Such a time would happen, when the Deva, who had always kept a watchful eye over Eli came to him. He told him that a great shadow was growing and should it would creep out of its dark places. This was how Eli had gotten to Barovia, on mission from his Deva, where he would make three others who had mysterious found themselves in Barovia. It was during a dire situation during the festival in Vallaki, when the party was losing, that another celestial gift bore upon Eli. A bright light flashed through the center of town square that stunned everyone in the vicinity. That bright light was Eli himself; glowing from within and out, as massive pink wings grew from him back (painfully) and he managed to sweep the party away while the Baroness was stunned.

With wings now permanently and already torn down by how depressing and in need of hope, Barovia was (it needed good people, a hero); he was only further torn by how much further down the chosen one path he was set upon. This only furthers his spiral when he starts to see in reflections of water, his Deva cloaked in shadow and chains and upon seeing this reflection, Eli would be met with the pleas of thousands begging for a chosen hero.

While all that they went through, his traveling companions grew stronger and changed, gave into some of the darker decisions to be made; their spirits were unbroken even after the first encounter with Strahd and his brides. Eli did not; because at every turn, destiny and purpose called him. It was Eli who ultimately dealt the final blow to Strahd, lifted the curse along with his companions. Eli was rewarded for this; his wounds and all scars he received are healed away, as if they never happened, and the next time that Eli would wound himself; his blood runs gold and his Deva comes to him, and tells him he has been further divined, bestowed the gift of immortality and chosen champion of gods; to fly to the darkest places forever and bring good and light.

It is not what Eli wanted; but now he is a wandering aasimar, trying to understand what will life be for him now; knowing he'll long out live everyone. that he must do good; not because he is good and choses, but because he was chosen. that was made celestial himself.

[diantha]

tell us about your ocs but especially the drow (<- is a whore for drow)

OF COURSE.

Okay so my drow is Aunkiira Naerth. Seldarine drow, circle of Spore druid, Galemance. She focuses a lot on acid and necrotic magic.

She was born in Menzoberranzan and raised within the cult of Lolth. From a young age, she had immense power and connection to the magic of the Underdark, but she was never a really an...enthusiastic follower of Lolth.

Because of her power and potential, she was trained by a high-ranking member of the cult, a paladin named Talfryn. Talfryn was smart and funny and ambitious and everything Aunkiira wasn't, but for some reason despite Talfryn's devotion to Lolth, the goddess always cared more about Aunkiira than her mentor.

Aunkiira loves Talfryn a lot and is very put off by Lolth's behavior and eventually concocts this plan for the two of them to leave the Underdark together. Talfryn is reluctant at first, but Aunkiira finally convinces her. The night they leave, they're ambushed by Lolthian soldiers, as Talfryn actually betrays Aunkiira in order to gain approval from the goddess ("The first time Lolth actually spoke to Talfryn, after years and years of devotion from her, was to tell her to betray me.")

Aunkiira decides to escape anyway, turns back for one second to look at Talfryn one last time, and gets her eye shot out.

Aunkiira escapes and finds a nice cozy cottage in a swamp in the north of Faerûn, nearby to a big city (I want to say Neverwinter but I don't know enough about DND to pick a geographical location yet). She spends the rest of her days selling potions and spells and whatever to the nobles and whoever else wants to buy them. She basically becomes the witch who lives in the swamp.

Aunkiira is also the oldest of my ocs-- shes about 350.

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Amara Aurensgood is my high half-elf warlock, Astarionmance. She focuses primarily on fire-based magic.

She is the daughter of a Baldurian count who marries her off at a young age to a rich magistrate named Nathaniel Aurensgood. Nathaniel is a terrible man and a terrible husband-- so bad that Amara eventually conspires to make a pact with a demon to get out of it. She tries to summon some low-level cambion and summons the archdevil Azazel instead. Azazel gives her the power to talk her way out of any situation and fight her way out of any situation she can't talk her way out of.

So she ends up leaving Baldur's Gate and finding some little town and living there for the rest of her life. Until the game happens.

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Mariel is my tiefling. Cleric of Tyr, Light Domain. Wyllmance.

She was an orphan who was approached by a vision of Tyr when she was very young. "Tyr" encouraged her to test the will and might of heroes, by basically manipulating them into doing bad things-- pushing them to their limits and seeing what sort of terrible deeds they would do if only given the right encouragement. This way, she'd be weeding out the "true" heroes from the pretenders.

This isn't Tyr, of course. But the god Cyric in disguise.

I haven't actually played her yet so that's all I have.

[paladinchronicles]

Dark Memories

It had been a long time since Araelon had felt this much rage building inside of him. A night of events that had tugged at several aspects of his now deeply rooted faith. The most minor the woman in red armour who had been asking after Zielia. Subtle snide remarks that had been made in reference to some of the Covenant he'd been working with the past few weeks. People he had known since his days as a squire back when he served the Cathedral. Part of him had wanted to put his semi-plated gauntlet into her teeth, the rage a hot coal in his gut, but the ingrained honor of his oath, the code against raising a hand to a woman, stiffened his arm.

The second had been the ceremony within the Cathedral. A building meant for the teachings of the Holy Light. For prayer, reflection, remembrance and holy ceremonies now serving as the medal ceremony for the events of the Hinterlands. Men wearing helmets inside a holy place had also ticked him off. Had visitors to the holy city of Tyr's hand really let decorum fly out the window?

The final straw...The void elf that had walked past him and had the audacity to wink. A disturbance and abomination in what was his sanctuary. It...She had sauntered passed, a fleeting shadow that had felt like a brand against his skin. The subtle tendrils of void magic clinging to the elf sparked a phantom agony. It wasn't physical, not precisely, but a burning itch beneath his skin, a thousand pins and needles dancing on his nerves and the air seemed thick with a sensation that he couldn't explain.

As more commotion occurred on the steps of the abbey, he turned and left for the libraries; his second sanctuary surrounded by the scent of aged parchment and the quiet rustle of turning pages. The giant tomes of untapped knowledge, teachings from a time before he was born. They normally brought peace, but tonight that brief encounter had left him rattled and unsure. His fingers turning the pages of an old tome, a translation book at his side translating the older Lordaeronian language into his more up to date common. He tried to focus on the text before him – ancient scriptures, their words a balm against the void's intrusion. But the letters blurred, morphing into symbols he couldn't understand.

He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, clearing his vision and lighting a handful of additional candles making his reading space brighter. The letters back to normal and he closed his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's not real." he mumbled. "You're in Tyr's hand."

Arae's gaze turned back to the pages, the burning itch in his arm starting to fade as he went back to studying in the quiet, the fading light outside turning to night and yet he didn't feel tired at all. Evening turned to night and the candles burning dripped wax onto their holders, the wicks melting to the passage of time.

He must have dozed off, jolting awake and looking about with confusion. but the library was no longer the library. He was back in the darkness, the air thick with the stench of decay and despair. Rough-hewn walls pressed in on him, the only light a sickly purple glow emanating from strange, pulsating runes carved into the stone. Chains, cold and heavy, bound his wrists, the void magic woven into them sending constant shivers through his body. He felt pain shoot down his right leg, the usual dull ache like knives as the bone was twisted and warped.

"It's not real..." Araelon muttered, trying to find relief to the stress pressing down above his body, his arms aching from being suspended for so long above his head. A figure emerged from the shadows. Tall, gaunt, with eyes that burned with cold amusement. One of the Harbingers. He couldn't recall the name, only the voice, a cold, sinister rasping whisper that promised pain and oblivion under the facade of relief and comfort. All he had to do was yield.

"Look at you, Light's little champion," the cloaked figure hissed, circling him like a predator. "So broken. So interesting. Yet still you don't break."

Araelon tried to speak, to call upon the Light, but his throat was raw, days of endless torment left his voice a strangled rasp. The figure chuckled, a dry, humorless sound.

"No prayers will save you here. The Light has abandoned you."

The Harbinger reached out, a thin ritualistic looking dagger lightly gracing over the skin. He knew that knife..Very well. He traced the burn scar along Araelon's face, the touch sending jolts of agony through him, far worse than the lingering effect of the void elf who had brushed past him earlier.

"Such disgusting scars, was it truly so awful?" the cloaked figure murmured. "Our artistry burnt away...Nevermind, we'll just have to redo it and scar tissue is so very painful."

He leaned closer, his breath fetid against Araelon's ear. "We took everything from you, paladin. Your strength, your faith, your very hope. Just stop resisting and embrace your true calling"

"No...I..Walk in Light. I'll never succumb to Darkness." Araelon rasped, pulling at his bindings even if futile expending dwindling reserves of energy. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the image, the voice, the suffocating darkness. But it was no use. The tormenter's words echoed in his mind, a litany of his failures, his weaknesses, his deepest fears.

You are nothing.

You failed them.

You are broken.

You let them die.

You are weak.

You are ours.

The knife plunged once again into his face. He gasped, a strangled cry escaping his lips. He was back in the library, his body trembling, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. He removed a piece of parchment from his face, stuck like a leaf to a window in autumn, the paper soaked through, the ink blotted. His inkwell lay on the floor, spilled. He stared, the dim light revealing his own candles extinguished, their tiny flames snuffed out by the force of his terror."

Had he been thinking clearly he would have cleaned up the mess, but his mind was in pure fight or flight mode. He stumbled to his feet, gripping the edge of the table to steady himself. His entire body feeling as though it was on fire and yet he was physically fine. He left the now suffocating silence of the library, heading out the abbey door and towards the Cathedral, still trembling, stopping only when near the altar.

He took out his prayer beads, removed the restrictive brace and knelt down on one of the prayer cushions, closing his eyes, focusing on calming his racing heart and slipping into quiet meditation, fingers running over his prayer beads almost as an act of soothing in itself.

Araelon soon felt the familiar warmth returning to him, the panic descending into a more serene calm as he fell deeper into an almost meditative stance. He didn't even feel the blanket that was draped over his shoulders by Sir Amornis Thornton, the half elf Junior Paladin who had drawn the short straw of watching the cathedral through the night. Not that he minded. He was happy doing the mundane tasks, and it wasn't the first time he'd dealt with Araelon's nightmares. They had been a lot more frequent at one point previous back when he was still training in Northshire.

As the priest meditated, he sat nearby on a silent vigil acting as a silent guard moving only to handle essential matters.

[abhishekguptavlogger]

Temple of Light - GOD OF WAR RAGNAROK PART #12

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[eros-staves]

@moonsxmagic || continued from here.

"Yeah, fathers." Eros offers a light chuckle as he looks over the witch with concern. He puts an arm onto Dominic's back, smoothing it over and hopefully smoothing his boyfriend's anxieties with it. At least for this moment. Eros doesn't remember any tough times while being raised in the Staves household, at least none that he remembers. Nix and Tyr had always been lovely parents. Although, he does wonder if there would have been a difference to their parenting had he been born an omega. Of course, he would never truly know outside of how Nix and Tyr have done in raising Eros. Still, the werebear couldn't imagine how his life would be like without the approval of one his fathers, let alone two. However, now wasn't the time to focus on himself. His hand continued to smooth itself out across Dominic's back. It rested on Dominic's shoulder, bringing his arm across the witch's back as Eros began to say. "You know..."

"It might not be much, but I have the dorm room all to myself this weekend." He rests his head on Dominic's shoulder, slightly nuzzling him as he tried to comfort him. It wasn't a surprise that Eros was more of a physical oriented being. The touching, the holding, the kissing, and, yes, the sex. It's what Eros was familiar with, and perhaps something he was too dependent on. When he started dating Dominic, it was due those eyes. Those soft eyes he remembers staring into during class, eyes he remembers guiding him through lessons and later on guiding him through... um, well probably things he shouldn't be thinking about while trying to comfort Dominic. "We can pick up some snacks, watch a movie."

"Talk over it." Eros offers a smile, his thumb grazes to and fro across Dominic's shoulder. "What do you say?"

[tiredassmage]

more bg blorbo posting!

longer time blog friends may recall something of rhyst as my jedi knight from swtor, but he also has an older sister, rhiannon! and true to form, trying to get their looks right in bg3 was a hell i spent like three hours slogging through for each of them because despite how long i've had them as ocs, they're probably one of the bigger mysteries to me as far as appearance. [which i think, case in point, rhyst has gone ginger since the last time i've posted about him. dyed ginger at least as far as swtor edition is concerned, but ginger nonetheless!]

i've been back and forth on the details of these siblings... pretty much since i decided that they were siblings. and rhyst always gives me interesting conundrums because he's technically cut out of the same cloth as tyr is and a lot of that, thematically, still likes to show up and leave me feeling like a wet dog in flooding road pothole during a storm. that also meant for a while that him and tyr shared some similarities in appearance, too, and while i've decided my brain might explode if i tried to address that in the galaxy far, far away, i thought i could have a bit more fun with complicating everything in their fantasy land adventures, lol!

so! rhyst i have made as an oath of ancients paladin, and in my heart a paladin of tyr [i'll address that in two seconds, i promise, lol]. i've been lazy on downloading the deities mod i'm pretty sure exists for paladins bc i'm not ready to get into his playthrough for real yet [or rather, the latest one. considering he has seen. a few attempts already in bg. i swear, this man and not knowing what he really looks like driving me absolutely batty], but i might yet. anyway, that's not particularly important. he's the younger of the siblings by a year or two and is generally like a really, really happy to see you labrador. rhyst is kind of a burning idealist and kind-hearted. he's ready to look for the best in just about anyone, or at least acknowledge that, if circumstances had been different, people he winds up crossing blades with may have seen differently. he's fond of stories of heroes and i'd say he's... the kind of still young enough where he hasn't had his ideals and drives of "why can't we all just get along" thoroughly tested yet; the world hasn't had a chance to jade him.

rhiannon is a light domain cleric of kelemvor and sometimes the one that's a little bit more ready to start swingin' of the siblings. [though if you put them both in the same room, they can mutually come to a conclusion that bashing things is the correct way to resolve a problem, and will do so with gusto.] while both of them can hold fairly rigid to their sense of right and wrong, i think rhiannon has had a teensy bit more practical world experience and was the bolder traveler of the two of them.

and with harper heritage, both of them firmly stand by doing what needs to be done.

both are born and raised in baldur's gate, primarily by their mother, a city druid. what they know of their father is mostly stories, but rhiannon might've met him once or twice.

so, the reason i mentioned tyr [the oc] in all of this, lol, is bc i keep making bg-edition of his family group bigger, lol.

the man, the myth, the legend, etc etc. tyr who i've realized i should probably start calling oliver in baldur's gate to steal a leaf out of one of his covers bc for all the 'finding new paths in life' after spending his first couple of decades working as an assassin, going by the name of the in-universe god of justice is maybe a bit more sacrilegious than i'd diagnose him with. not that the man is particularly faithful to authority and the divine, exactly, but he's also not looking to pick a fight with the god of justice. a few others, maybe more so, but that's getting ahead of ourselves.

so before oliver sort of settled down for good and moved out of the city, he did spend a little time with the harpers, and that kids, is how i met your mother. [badumtsh!] (whom i still have to name. rip)

it's a relatively short relationship i imagine, compared to the fact that oliver's now married with two other daughters (one biological and one adopted), but also pretty amicably ended. i think rhyst and rhiannon's mother wasn't quite interested in keeping up with the likes of the harpers anymore and was a bit more ready to settle in, where oliver still saw work to do [and involvements to atone for, which is perhaps deserving of a post of it's own because gods know him and alucren have. (gestures) Things going on between them].

so, ~unfortunately for dear mum, rhiannon and rhyst sort of inherited the harper's bug, and a nose that wouldn't leave a layman's "well enough" alone. rhiannon seeks to lay to rest the undead i think partly inspired by dear old dad's previous connections as an assassin, and rhyst pursued the path of a paladin inspired by heroic tales and talk of honor and following codes and oaths taken.

undecided just how involved in the plot i'll get them, but i do think it'd be a lil fun to at least have one version of events where there's a kinda silly family reunion to the tune the likes of "of course you'd be in the middle of all of this. how can we help?" [oliver and jaheira shaking hands and sighing over wrangling strong-willed kids]

[rviner]

full name: Ines Garcia

gender & pronouns: ciswoman she/her

age & date of birth: 21 years old, September 27th 2002

birthplace: Atlanta, Georgia

time in hollow cove: 3 years (Nov 2020)

species: Werewolf - Cross Pack

role: town hall registration, supply depot, cook, messenger

positive traits: curious, dedicated, compassionate, resilient

negative traits: shortsighted, stubborn, emotionally driven, idealistic

ABOUT

Ines was born not long after her family settled in Atlanta, only learning about her Atitlán wolf-blood through reminiscing stories as she was growing. Sometimes, the recounted memories were so vivid she could feel the moon shimmering over her skin. She could feel the warm earth beneath her feet, the cool water of the lake. As a result, Ines couldn't wait to trigger her own wolf-gene and somehow feel more connected to her family's history.

But a thirteenth birthday was no joyous occasion in the Cross pack, as it denoted the beginning of viscous and perpetual training. There was no other choice and Ines had to learn how to adapt, learning from her older brother Diego and admiring him all the same. If it wasn't for the closeness to her family, Ines knows she didn't have what it takes to survive such a violent way of life. But, she persevered to the best of her ability. Some days, she wasn't the wolf she wanted to be, feeling more disconnected to her ancestry than ever before. Other days, she grit her teeth and found a way to cope. She later learned that was exactly what it meant to be an Atitlán wolf.

When the Atlanta Massacre swept through the streets, many wolves from the Crosses were on the front line. Ines to this day, wishes she could have done more to help. She lost her parents, glued to Diego's side as some wolves were separated and others were lost entirely. The day still haunts her, and for a while after Ines was lost in her own hopelessness.

While the remaining Cross pack journeyed towards Colorado, their route was ambushed and Ines was captured with Tyr. They were only held by the military for a week before they were rescued by the Cross pack, but Ines cannot help the guilt she feels because of it. The use of their resources, their redirection that cost them time searching for other members. From their rescue, the Crosses reached Visser wolf territory and Ines can't help but feel responsible for the events that later came to light.

Since that day, Ines has tried to stiffen her upper lip. To be a worth while member of the pack, now more than ever when every wolf relies on one another. She knows that she's young but even since arriving in Hollow Cove, Ines is determined to grow and she still, after all these years, hopes she can do justice for her Atitlán blood.

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