#my oc: zarra

[maxiepenguin]

I find myself wishing I can draw people better (I practice and I think I’m getting better but sometimes I find myself hating what I draw) because I now want to draw Kyrrha + Halsin with Zarra + Gale on a double date. They’d be on a picnic or something. It’d be so cute. 🥰

[drawing-the-inner-universe]

Zarra Laveryl

Her design is being worked on a bit. She traps peoples minds in the crystals that hang from her hands… which are not seen because I have yet to draw them lol

[valorianknights]

Pen Doodles

(Top left to right) Mary, Trina and Casey Jones

(Middle left to right) Trina, Zarra (my VAT7K OC) and Trina as a Fujita

(Bottom left to right) Zarra (again) and little doodles of Varian, Nuru and Zarra.

[ghostly-kal]

insert “estoy loco” audio here

[roseygeearts]

OC-Tober Day 4 - Redesign This is one of my first OCs I ever used for an RP server. Back when I was first picking up drawing properly. She was a multiverse traveler who was tracking down another powerful multiverse traveler who wanted to take over all the universes on their line of reality. Both use special devices that looked like clocks to multiverse travel. Zarra's looked like a wrist watch, while the man she was tracking down had a pocket watch. She eventually does put an end to him at some point. And settles down in a universe that takes in aspects of other universes and marries a man named Rak Kazuli (friend's oc) and they had 4 kids together who eventually go on their own adventures.

[dogofbhaal]

looking for bg3 moots/ppl to follow!

hii i'm a twitter migrant and I wish to be more active on tumblr! looking for active #bg3 moots - masu, 25, queer desi, she/they - 2 Durge OCs: Xacrys (wild mage sorc) & Zarra (old one warlock) ! - plays DnD irl: Shadar-Kai College of Whispers Bard [lvl 12] + Warlock lvl 1 - TALK TO ME ANYTHING ABOUT BG3 OR DND PLS - nsfw warning! depraved villain+dark themes lover - Gale has my heart - loves all ships! hyperfixated on bloodweave, oakweave, wyllstarion - game modded af - willing to rp, lets let our OCs fall in love/become friends <3 - hobbyist artist, i try

♡ / �� to be mutuals!

[dreadninjart]

Character Lineup Updates

From left to right

Line up 1

Bright Greycastle, Tiefling Vengence Paladin Celestial Warlock

Truth, Tiefling Order Cleric

Ithildan (not my OC), Half elf, Swashbuckler Rouge Paladin Hero Blood Sorcerer

Eona D'Jorasco, Halfling Way of Mercy Monk

Zarra Valrdron, Elf Sword Bard Hexblade Warlock

Tash Korratash, Kashtar Astral Self Monk

Zophi, Satyr Archer

Line up 2

The Valrdron Siblings

Vrin, Elf Battle Master Fighter

Yasrena, Elf Cleric

Imas, Elf Stars Druid

Daedra, Elf Whisper Bard Mastermind Rouge

Malic, Elf Redemption paladin Hexblade Warlock

[deepspacedeity]

I'm just gushing over my OC and Thief King Bakura still ^///^ I'm so sorry for constantly posting them. I just love them so much together and I really feel like she'd bring out the best in him.

I feel like it would almost start as a trauma bond (not v healthy), but eventually they grow together. Zarra grew up with a lot of trauma herself and she ALSO has PTSD like our TKB. I really wanted to draw a sweet moment with them instead of constant angst (which I like a good sexual tension), but I wanted something cute. Been feeling romantic lately also, xD

Anyways, you can get the better quality if you're interest in looking on my DeviantArt. <3

[deathcleriic]

* while they wait by gates of pearl, we’ll be building palaces in purgatory ! hello, and welcome to another sideblog for an oc belonging to @infernalbarbarian !! this is my interpretation of the dark urge from baldur’s gate 3, a half drow elf cleric of bhaal selûne, war domain. this blog will contain mentions of graphic violence, gore, sexual content, etc. please be at least 18, and preferably 21, before interacting. for more info about my oc, please click below.

* DOSSIER. name. zarra olinath. race. half - drow elf, bhaalspawn. class & specialization. cleric of bhaal, turned cleric of selûne, war domain. age. 94-96. life expectancy. up to two-hundred years. gender & pronouns. cis female, she / her. orientation. pansexual, necrophiliac ( she’s doing her best resisting that mess, ok ? ) height. 5’7”. hair. her hair falls down to the middle of her back in silvery ashen waves, which she normally keeps pulled back into a long, single, high braid. eyes. bright silver, they shimmer in the sunlight. the sun really hurts her eyes when it’s bright outside, they were definitely made for darker environments. complexion. her skin is also an ashy, grayish color, with a bluish undertone. distinguishing features. she has a large burn scar across her face, mostly on the left side of her cheek, going across her nose and up to the right side of her forehead. received by a couple of wizards being cruel and racist, using her as target practice for their fire bolts when she was younger. she promptly killed them. she also has a large and intricate tattoo of a beholder on her throat. alignment. neutral evil as a bhaalspawn, which slowly shifts into chaotic good.

* BACKGROUND. zarra doesn’t remember much of her childhood, but she knows that the people who raised her weren’t her birthparents. they were completely different than her, a lovely gnome couple, who claimed to rescue her as a baby where they found her all alone in the underdark. she had a relatively normal upbringing, the earlier half spent living in the underdark, and the other half on the surface around the age of ten. they had to flee the underdark, because zarra, at the age of only seven, stabbed another drow in the back with a shortsword that was almost too heavy for her to even weild. granted, this drow had broken into the family’s home in the middle of the night with who knows what kind of nefarious plans. though, something else called to zarra that night, something other than heroism. she was overcome with an overwhelming urge to spill his blood, she craved the sight of it, the smell of it. and after he was dead, zarra felt euphoric, as if her very soul was being blessed by the gods for her deed. she liked it, though her fostered family insisted she was only traumatized by the event, that they could get her help.

zarra’s family no longer felt safe there, and they traveled to the surface and sought for someone who might be able to council zarra. they ended up in baldur’s gate, where zarra lived for the next handful of years until she turned seventeen. she never liked being there, people hurled smears and affronts her way quite often, especially as she got older, just for being a half drow elf. racism and hatred is how she acquired the burn scar across her face, a couple of uppity wizards outside of the city thought it would be fun to use zarra as target practice for their fire bolts. they knocked her out with a sleeping spell and tied her to a tree, so she couldn’t get away. even after they burned her, all she could do was laugh through the pain, maniacally almost. she somehow summoned the strength to break the ropes that bound her and took great pleasure in ending the lives of the two wizards.

it’s at this point, around the age of seventeen, that she hears the sinister voices in her head more often, the darkness beckons her, savages her. she eventually gives into these voices when they tell her to slaughter her family and cannibalize their bodies, learning she has an innate appetite for mortal flesh.

after killing her parents, zarra leaves baldur’s gate, only to be tracked down by bhaalists where she learns more of the god of murder. in her late twenties, she became the leader of the cult of bhaal, and pledged to end all life in existence for her father. she felt complete here, like she actually belonged somewhere. people didn’t look upon her with disgust for her complusions, they revered her for them. they encouraged her. she became an unholy assassin and a cleric of bhaal, or bhaalist. she became bhaal’s favorite child, committing countless acts of violence across baldur’s gate for many years to come.

at the age of 93 ( around middle aged for a half drow, who can live upwards of two hundred years ), orin the red, zarra’s bloodkin, joined and served under her. zarra never cared for orin, she was far too hysterical for the half drow’s taste. too elborate. she wasted time creating ellaborate methods of death for a single person, whereas zarra liked to think of ways to spill as much blood as possible in a shorter amount of time. this is bhaal’s desire, not art. only death.

in order to exact her pledge to her lord, zarra came up with a plan, involving lord enver gortash and ketheric thorm, although fully intent on betraying them in the future. they were to steal the crown of karsus and create an army of mind flayers, and the army would assist in exterminating all life in existence across all realms, including her own. the three chosen initiated a raid on the mind flayer colony at moonrise towers, and successfully used the crown on the colony’s elder brain, enslaving it to their dark will. for a time, zarra was worshipped as a god at moonrise towers, but orin was growing increasingly jealous of the half drow. jealous of bhaal’s favoritism for her. for the other cultists seeming to worship zarra instead of bhaal, it was seen as the worship of a false idol in orin’s eyes. so orin betrays zarra, and in a fit of rage, stabs the drow in the back of the skull, splitting it open and forcing a mind flayer tadpole inside of her head and dumps her body into the illithid colony controlled by the cultists of myrkul. it’s here zarra was discovered by kressa bonedaughter, a necromancer that resurrected zarra and began experimenting on her.

kressa was curious as to why zarra was so resistant to the elder brain’s influence, so she would cut her up and put her back together again, over and over. the elder brain came to refer to zarra’s condition as a ‘true soul’ which inspired gortash to make more, creating a false religion ‘the absolute’. zarra had no memories left upon falling into the clutches of the necromancer, and no strength to fight. she couldn’t remember anything, only that her name is zarra, and she’s a cleric. a cleric of who? what god gave her strength? no one, by the looks of it, as she was too weak and tired to stay conscious for most of her time in the colony. and the parts she remembers of it are only torment and pain.

kressa’s husband noticed her obssession and hoped to snap his wife out of it by arranging for zarra to be sent off on the nautiloid ship, where she soon wakes up again, no memory of her past or how she got here or what is happening, she just knows she’s in danger, and there are these horrible voices all telling her to do the most horrible things, triggered upon seeing dead thralls littered across the alien ship. she feels desire pull at her, and she’s horrified by the experience, the way she yearns to rub the bloodied corpses against her flesh. she wretches, heaving the containments of her stomach onto the body of a dead selunite. the moon maiden, though she’s unaware if this is the deity for which she serves, but in a moment of desperation she calls out to the goddess for help. selune hears her call, and provides with zarra a bit of her power. she doesn’t know it yet, but the tadpole inside of her brain is making it possible for her to resist the dark urges that consume her. but will she? or will bhaal’s essence be stronger than her own repulsion for herself?

more tba.

( personality section based on act I )

* PERSONALITY. before the betrayal, the blunt force trauma to the skull, and the mind flayer tadpole, zarra was a merciless force. she saw no right and no wrong, only death. death was everywhere, it was everything. the only thing she loved more than killing was her father, bhaal, the god who gave her a home when the rest of the world shunned her — who gave her life purpose. she’s always been interested in gods, even before finding out she was a bhaalspawn, not just the god was murder. when she was younger, she remembered reading all about talos, selûne, shar : but bhaal always peaked the curiosity of her young mind the most, as if the god of murder already lived within her heart from the beginning. she tried resisting her urges for a little while in the beginning, especially after seeing how difficult her foster parents were handling the situation. but then she realized, if they weren’t around to struggle with it, then zarra wouldn’t have to feel about about giving into those urges, the urges that filled her with more euphoric pleasure than she’s ever experienced in her entire life. after becoming an official bhaalist and a cleric of bhaal, she became more devout to her father. she adored the approval and the recognition for her atrocities, and she liked the dark power that came with it. she never was very charismatic, charming others was never her forté. but she’s strong, and she’s wise in her years. extremely perceptive and it’s really difficult to surprise her. she reads body language, subtle hints of how others might react in any given situation. she’s never fallen in love, such a concept is lost on the bhaalspawn. the only love she has is for bhaal and the corpses she litters the world with, for him.

after the mind flayer tadpole, everything changed. she wasn’t aware of it at the time, she wasn’t aware of much of anything at the time, but the tadpole was making it possible for her to resist bhaal’s essence coursing through her veins. for the first time in nearly a century of life, her mind was free — well, somewhat. it felt as though she was a completely different person, reacting to the dark thoughts consuming her mind in a manner most opposite than her usual. the things she desires make her physically ill, the blood and forbidden lust with the dead that she craves all make her want to end her own life, for how can someone with such sadistic conceptions be allowed to live? she is darkness, her mind, her magic, possibly even her god. she doesn’t remember who she claims power from, but she remembers that she’s a cleric. after stumbling upon a dead selenite with prayer books and effigies, in zarra’s desperation, she calls upon the moon maiden for her help and her guidance. our lady of silver heard her pleas and offered zarra her power. she can’t remember much, but the drow remembers a lot of what she read about selûne, and how she’s at war with her sister shar. one thing that doesn’t change about zarra, she still wishes to please her gods. however, any time that zarra uses the moon maiden’s magic, bhaal calls out to her, beckoning her, stimulating her to commit viscous acts of barbarity, a voice that is oh so difficult to ignore.

she feels the need to go out of her way to help people, as though it might atone for the monstrosities she’s carried out. she can never remember killing anyone, but she knows it must be her. the thoughts she has. perhaps someone put a curse on her? maybe she’s possessed by some sort of demon? she doesn’t know, she just knows the blood is always on her hands. she’s afraid, and she doesn’t want to be alone, but she’s also afraid of what might happen to people if they get too close to her, let their guard down around her. she’s very open about a lot of the thoughts that plague her, subconsciously hoping to perhaps push anyone away that might get too close, but alas — her tadpole infested party doesn’t seem all too concerned with her urges. not yet anyway.

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[drjdorr]

I just realized a neat oc thing to consider. So small thing I don't think I mentioned to anyone before but, Zarra and Jysgo, my drow siblings, they both have a condition (maybe hereditary🤷‍♀️) where their dark vision never fully "turns off". With Jysgo it's pretty minor and just makes colors less vibrant more or less. His eyes hurt in the light but that is more due to living underground his whole life than the small bit of perpetual darkvision. But with Zarra it's completely on all the time and thus she straight up is fully color blind in a "everything is black and white" way but unlike Jysgo's minor case, Zarra's case actually has it where her dark vision levels make light burn her eyes. And yet she's the one who actually likes the surface.

Sure Jysgo enjoys some benefits of the surface like not being inherently lesser than a female (not he appreciates gender equality, he doesn't care about that, it's that He isn't inherently lesser), not being wanted dead by everyone, and people are weirdly trusting and unobservant(makes assassinations so much easier when people aren't expecting everyone they meet to try and kill them). But if it wouldn't cost his life Jysgo would love to return to a proper drow existence, it is where he feels he belongs. But Zarra never felt right in drow society. She is kind, caring, and empathetic so a slaver society, ruled through fear and casual murder in service to an objectively evil god... let's just say Jysgo did alot of "clean up"(and mental gymnastics of how it wasn't "personal" and only business) making sure Zarra's "weaknesses" never got found out.

I don't know, I think it's neat realizing that the sibling who is more in pain from how bright the surface world is is the sibling that loves it anyways despite that

[ralphy-succulent11]

My ocs coz I'm bored and no one asked

Ava kamado:

-japanese/Korean mix

-has black hair, tanned skin with a warm ish undertone, bright in your-face pink eyes, short hair that's kinda curly, chubby, 5'3

-autism + adhd + many types of anxiety

-trauma==seeing family d¡ə at the age of 3

-adopted by two dads

River yorston:

-ugandan/japanese mix

-auburn hair (kinda like a dark ginger almost), dark skin with warm undertone, forest green eyes, long wavy hair, stick build, 5'6

-autism + anxieties

-trauma==lots of abòose trauma and saw mother get müŕɗəŕed in front of him...

-adopted by two mams

Allie/allison yorston:

-French/ukranian/Norwegian mix

-fair skin with warm undertone, blonde ish hair, hazel/brown eyes, mid-length straight hair, muscular yet slim build, 7'1

-possible adhd + ocd ish

-trauma==po¡søŋəd by mother

-adopted by two mams

Zane yorston:

-german/ukranian/Russian mix

-pale skin cool undertone, white hair, lime coloured eyes, kinda poofy short hair, slender build, 6'4

-anger issues + anxiety

-trauma==his family are assasins take what you want

-adopted by two mams

Ryan aleston:

-mexican/canadian/native american/American mix

-tanned skin with redish undertone, straight short brown hair, cross between teal and mid blue eyes, chubby but more ish chubby than ava, 6'2

-anxiety

-trauma==survived a car çŕa§h that his dad didnt

-has a single mam now

Zarra white:

-cuban/Indonesian mix

-dark skin with cool undertone, white dreadlocks (actually wig), deep brown eyes, strong muscular build with a bit of chub, 6'4

-???

-trauma==got hair ripped out for being t.f (trans female)

-has a lovely and supportive mam and dad

Astrid ro'meave:

-Scottish

-fair skin with cool ish undertone, black straight hair, short hair that's half shaven, one blue one green eye, athletic build, 6'5 ish

-autism

-trauma==abandoned as a child for being born with out half left leg

-has loving mam and dad

Eddie onenma:

-Scottish/Kenyan mix

-has fair vitiligo patches on dark skin with warm undertone, lilac eyes, blue-green dyed hair, short and half shaven, strong yet chubby build, 5'11

-mabey adhd

-trauma==she's a police detective what do you think?

-has a single dad

Sorry for terrible word sensorship and terrible body descriptions I'm bad at this. More info if wanted

[morvaris-archive]

i was tagged by @aartyom to do this very cool quiz for some of my ocs; thank you so much rena! ♡

tagging: @arklay @avallachs @brujah @cultistbase @ianeiras @mendev @montliyets @reaperkiller @celticwoman @steelport @aelyosos @shadowglens & whoever wants to do this!

OC TAROT CARD

; justice

What would you do to ensure justice? You know full well I don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. What would you do to those that hurt you? If I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? What kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? You are right to do so. You are right to want to do so. Ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. Do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. You are within your rights. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? Does your anger hurt less now?

; the moon

You avoid corners and doorways - do you know why? Have you looked inwards recently? Do you understand what is happening there? Your mind is muddled and dusty, a mirror you haven’t been able to clean properly. Smudging the nervousness just leaves streaks on the glass, which makes your face harder to see, which makes you nervous. What are you nervous of, darling? What keeps you up at night? Why haven’t you confronted it? Do you know what it is? Can you answer my questions? Are they making you nervous? Am I frightening you?

; the lovers

Your lover’s back does not look quite the same this morning. No one else would notice the difference, if there even is a difference, but you could swear they have more vertebrae than usual. Something in the breathing, as you stare at them in the morning light. The light in the kitchen is just as warm as it always is, the coffee just as hot, but you cannot meet your lover’s eyes. They kiss you on the forehead, go off to work, shake their keys on the way out as they always do. Did they eat anything this morning? Did they speak? Of course they did. You’re probably losing your mind. You would call your friends to ask, if you had any friends left. You don’t, of course, haven’t for months. You only need each other. You only need them. You haven’t spoken to anyone in months. You count the notches on their back. You watch them breathe. You pray they don’t turn around.

; wheel of fortune

Examine the luck, good or bad, that you have experienced over the past 6 months. I don’t speak of the luck of the world, or of others, but of your own. Would you like it to change? The question won’t affect the change, but it must be asked regardless. If you passed a crumpled 20 dollar note on the street, would you pick it up? If you passed a small child? If you passed a 10 cent coin? Throw the coin into the ocean and make a wish. Would you like some change?

; the fool

There is only so fast a car can go before it flips. You would do well to memorise that speed, though whether that is to reach it or avoid it is none of my concern. Your life cannot be made only of beginnings; you forget that for every new life there is one you had to smother. Adventure beckons, must you rise to meet it? Have you spoken to a loved one from a past life recently? I’m sure someone, somewhere misses you.

[valorianknights]

HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVERYONE!!!

Here's some art, mostly WIP's, from my Sketchbooks!

Zarra, my VAT7K OC and some Owl House art.

Zarra and the gang. Nuru ranting to Zarra about Hugo, Yong blowing up stuff and Varian being afraid of the boom boom baby. She ate the truth cookies and can't read.Also a IzuOcha Hadestown au

Maria and Helen from Sonic X. I'm just saying that I wish Helen was the main character instead of Chris. She and Shadow could've had an interesting dynamic. I mean she looks JUST LIKE MARIA. More than Chris anyway.

[zar-ra-archive]

ZARRA

drow | warlock | neutral evil

[arcanian-fire]

whump alignment chart - where do your favorite whumpees or ocs fit in?

[deepspacedeity]

So, I am working on this manga of my OC (Zarra) with the one and only best character Bakura. >\\\<