#oc hjordis

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

His pain will poison the rivers for decades to come <2

@figuwhump

[deathzgf]

on a roll ( not really )

for art fight

[the-iron-orchid]

🧜🏽‍♀️ MERMAYPALOOZA! 🧜🏼

Requested By: @vesuvian-disaster (yeah that's three, fight me lmao)

Shark!Hjordis does not like what she sees...

(Detail snippet below, links to full renders - both with top and au naturel - are under the cut!)

[ Full Render 1 (with top) ]

[ Full Render 2 (no top 🔞) ]

[the-floof-king]

It’s Mother’s Day, so have a sketch of best mom.

[edpizzahands]

another set of OC references :) John and Harriet stayed from the original, rest were just minor/one-off characters that eventually became more important. also, some titles were gained...

a bit for Liz: she’s an android who was built as certain age, so she’s been built for 15 years, but her maturity was 30 when she was made, so she would be 45 years old.

description under the cut

Image description:  A digital full body painting of five characters on grey background, standing in height order with height lines behind them. They go in order from left (tallest) to right (shortest):

First character is John,  dark brown skinned man with long, curly almost-black brown hair tied into a loose braid in the back, not fully visible on the art, and he has dark brown eyes. He’s wearing a golden earring in his left ear. There is a scar next to his left eye and across his left side of the mouth. There’s a small part of his burn scars visible on right side of his neck and lower cheek, and his hands. He’s wearing a dark purple regal shirt, and a royal purple half-cape on his right shoulder, reaching to his wrist, held by golden shoulder plate. There’s two golden strings with gems on them holding it. He’s wearing black fitted pants and purple high boots. He has a belt holding a sabre sword. Under it, there is a gun holster holding a pistol. He’s wearing fingerless gloves with the back of his palm visible, and in his right hand he is holding a golden crown. The text next to him says: Prince John Huds - (he/him/his) - 6′5 - 35yo - Lust magic - 05/03/2557

The second character is Harriet, her face and hair almost identical to John as twins, her hair curlier and let loose. She’s wearing a straight golden crown with purple circular gems along the crown’s base, and square shaped gems at the top. She’s wearing various golden ear piercings and a long earring. She’s wearing dark purple shirt with bright purple lapel. She has a long cape longer than her height that falls to the floor, same royal purple color as John’s, held by a holden shoulder plate and various gems on golden strings. She’s wearing bright white-purple pants with slightly darker, bright purple boots. She has two thigh protection plates above the pants, and a gun holster on her left leg. The text next to her says: Queen Harriet Huds - (she/her/hers) - 6′3 - 42yo - Pride magic - 20/07/2550

The third character is Hjørdis, a light-skinned tall woman with very slim figure. She has light freckles, light brown-yellow eyes and raven black hair in two braids, one behind her and one sticking out, tucked in part of her scarf around the neck. They’re wearing dark blue shirt and dark grey-blue pants, and high brown boots. Her hands are covered in cloth from her bicep to her wrists, and leather strips around her palms. There is a scarf over their shoulders, long enough to make a cape and hood. The scarf’s color is black with blue roses pattern over it. The text next to them says:  Hjørdis Sørnes - (she/her & they/them) - 6′2 - 32yo - left-handed - 15/09/2560

The fourth character is Dean, pale, slim androgynous person with bright green eyes. Xe has heavy freckles over xyr skin, and a light fuzz of hairs on xyr cheek, chin, and legs. Xe’s wearing a light blue shirt with puffy, see-through sleeves and a decorated light blue corset with various gems on it. On xyr right hand, there is a gem decorated jewelry on xyr bicep, and on left hand there is a sleeve of jewelry made out of various metallic roses, white circular gems and golden beads. There are complicated necklaces around their neck, including red, blue, green and purple gems held together with golden beads. Xe’s wearing golden jewelry on xyr ear, and a long earring made of gems on the other one. Xe’s wearing dark blue skirt reaching just under xyr knees, the fabric of the skirt slightly see-through, the layering making xyr legs barely visible. Xe is wearing light blue boots with high heel and platformed sole. Xyr hair is long enough to reach xyr hips, its dyed to be dark red with blonde tips, and ginger roots are growing out. The text next to xem says: Dean Wayland - (xe/xem/xyr) - 5′8 - 33yo - left-handed - 18/05/2559

The last character is Liz, a black-skinned android woman with medium built body, black dreads held in half-ponytail and dark brown eyes. She’s wearing a bright greyish-brown shirt with a dark brown half corset around her waist, and dark blue scarf tied around her hips, the loose part of it covering a gun holster. She’s wearing bright brown pants and tall, shiny leather boots. She’s wearing a long, brown cape with red collar. She has golden ear piercings and she’s wearing one ring with purple gem on right hand, and five golden rings with pink, blue and green gems on her left hand. The text next to her says: Elizabeth “Hope” Reed - (she/her/hers) - 5′7 - 45yo (mentally), 15yo (physically) - 01/02/2557 (age 30)

[seacalled]

im gonna end up making this a multimuse if isolfr's beautiful polyamorous wife hjordis keeps looking at the pretty ocs i follow going 👀 👀 👀

[not-that-dillinger]

One thing I really want to explore more is Ed's relationship with Beowulf. I love the idea of Ed breaking the cycle of abuse and saying, 'no, I will do better', and also learning to become comfortable with both the concept of fatherhood in general considering that he is adverse to paternal figures in general and also the fact that he is now one.

I tend to either leave Beowulf out of Ed's story in RP, or keep em to Ed's backstory because I'm afraid that Beowulf won't be well received. But... thinking about making em a part of Ed's current life.

I'm thinking Beowulf wants to begin transitioning, but Alaskan state laws make it dangerous/prohibit it, and so Ed offers for Beowulf to live with him since it is safer. (I... don't actually know what AK's laws are regarding trans rights, or what they were in 2010... will need to look this up probably)

(For anyone who doesn't know, Beowulf (an OC) is the nonbinary child of Hjordis, Ed's best friend from college. Ed and his exes adopted Beowulf about a year after Hjordis died after finding out that her husband was abusing Beowulf.)

[mesmerblossoms]

Hjordis Helstrom

Raven havroun-in-training

[curuniel]

Whichever number Mjora is, Violet

Mjora - What is your ideal date?

See, when asked Mjora would say something wholesome and comfy - drinking in a warm hall while winter wind raged outside, trading stories, confessing truths to each other as she got increasingly tipsy without any care for where she would sleep or what anyone else would think. Perhaps the day before or the day after she'd go on a little journey with her date, hiking out to some natural wonder or going hunting, joking and laughing and sharing companionable silence. Mjora values people she can be truly relaxed with.

Now let's look at the person she has actual romantic interest in these days, their time together has involved:

shouting and threats of violence

heated philosophical arguments they can't agree on (see above)

monster hunting

hurt pride

revenge

Jormag (derogatory)

Honestly Mjora's sister would probably say that she needed some passion of her own in her life, instead of always telling herself she was happy with a quiet life. Hjordis is definitely more passionate, but post-Icebrood Saga they have a chance to form a bit more of a stable relationship and, spirits willing, maybe their first actual explicit date?

[vesuvian-disaster]

Hjordis Ragnasdottir: Mercenary

Name: Hjordis Ragnasdottir

Age: 28

Gender: Cis Female

Eyes: Pale Blue

Hair: Light Blonde

Height: 6′0″

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Biromantic Ace

Place of Birth: The Scourgelands

Languages: The Lingua Franca used by traders that travel the waters of the Strait of Seals to The Emerald Sea. A variety of other languages along those coastlines, and  the language the Scourgelands’ roving clans.

Occupation: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter

Skillset: Hjordis is trained in sword-fighting, hand-to-hand combat, archery, general wilderness survival, hunting, and tracking.

Short Background: Hjordis left her clan to make her own way in life at age 16. She traveled North and East from The Scourgelands to Hjalle. From there she made her way by using her hunting skills and eventually joined a ships crew to travel further. She decided she liked the life of a travelling sell-sword and that’s what she’s been doing ever since.

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Whumpee who has magic powers that scale with the intensity of their emotions

And a whumper who wants to use those powers and has quite a few methods to active whumpee’s powers through fear :)

[the-iron-orchid]

It's.... MERMAY-PALOOZA~

Finally, FINALLY I have collected enough assets to do MerMay!

This one will go a lil differently from previous Renderpaloozas - I'll be taking requests all week (5/1/23 - 5/7/23), but instead of trying to cram all the renders into the same week, I'll be pacing myself and releasing them throughout the month.

Choices and rules are under the cut. I can't possibly show every variation available, feel free to DM me if you want to see texture options or have any questions!

Requests are now CLOSED.

You can find the request queue here!

RULES:

Please limit to 2 requests per requestor.

One character per render.

Renders will have a prefab underwater scene as a backdrop.

Poses will be chosen by me.

If you request someone else's OC, I will have to okay it with the OC's creator first!

I reserve the right to close the request window at any time, I am but one little guy and I can only do so much T_T

I will append a request queue to this post as requests come in! If you send a request and don't see it appear in the queue within a day, tumblr probably ate your request :c Try again!

Tail Choices:

Classic Merfolk (choose tailfin)

Seahorse Tail

Fantasy Lionfish Tail

Octo-Mer (fem base characters only, sadly)

Shark Tail (choose arm fins, scars, body paint)

Classic Mermaid (with gills, fem base only)

Eel Tail (with gills, masc base only)

Fancy Tails (choose fin options)

Snake Tails (choose scale options)

Texture Choices:

Color - most of these have a huge array of colors and patterns available. Feel free to DM me about the choices available for the tail you've chosen! I can also make some basic color adjustments to suit. You can also just leave it up to me!

Glossy/Metallic/Pearly/Bioluminescent - I can make the tail have a fancy sheen or bioluminescent markings!

Clothing/Jewelry:

Pearls, gems, gold, silver; rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings and body chains; facial and body piercings - I can adorn your mer in jewelry if you like! Give a general vibe and I'll do my best to fulfill it from my large library of jewelry assets. (Otherwise, they'll just have their usual jewelry.)

Armor - I can put armor on the top half of your mer. Choose from fantasy or realistic styles.

Modesty top - if your mer has breasts, they can go bare (will mark the render as Mature) or I can choose a little fantasy top for them to wear. (If your mer goes bare, I can absolutely give them nip piercings btw)

Masc mers can absolutely wear a little crop top too, as a treat :)

Hair:

Unless otherwise specified, characters will have their usual hair, but you can request a long-haired version for your mer!

Available Models:

Julian

Asra

Nadia

Portia

Valerius

Jinana

Heron @vesuvian-disaster

Marcus Aquila @vesuvian-disaster

Hjordis @vesuvian-disaster

Miloš @xx-sharpfawngz-xxx

Donna @bottomvalerius

Vida @apprenticevida

Turel @fullyfunctionalapprentice

Bastien @daisydevorak

Ell'iandyr @foxfirefallout

Tsedi @joasakura

Arsenic @arsenicxarcana

Coatli @coyoxxtl

Evander @luasworkshop

Yeshe (because it's funny)

Have Fun!

[the-floof-king]

hey, it's mercury from @mercuryasksquestions!

what proverb or phrase does your character perceive as stupid, and why do they think that?

Hjordis is a firm disbeliever in “Respect your elders.” Having been a general in her past she is very humble and understands that respect is earned, not given.

[ffxiv-swarm]

@Pavo: Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Pavo was born under the rainforest canopy of Golmore, but that’s not his home. His home is, and probably always will be, the desert city of Rabanastre. The Miret-moor village of the Whispering Stars doesn’t need him, but Rabanastre, ground under the Imperial war machine, does. Besides, in Rabanastre there’s no great destiny hanging over him, no pressure to do anything except fight for the Resistance. It’s comforting. Home is a place where he doesn’t have to be star-blessed Sigri, child of Hjordis of the Dancing Leaves and grandchild of Starsinger Aud. He can just be Pavo, and he’s made that his own.

[vesuvian-disaster-rp]

Welcome! 👋

Hi! Welcome to my Arcana RP blog!

This is where I will rp in public using first draft replies with my rp partners, as a spectator sport, for the lolz. I encourage you to read read, feel free to reply to the threads, send asks, all that jazz. It's like a public improve performance!

There are some ground rules though. >>> [See Rules Here]

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Here is the directory to my RP threads. >>> [Directory]

Also links to my OC profiles. >>> [Heron] [Hjordis] [Marcus Aquila]

Active RPs:

[Links to ongoing RPs will go here, as they begin, with links to newest and the tag in chronological order. Will update this as things develop.]

RP: Return to Vesuvia : the-iron-orchid-rp : [newest] [chrono]

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Scorched Earth - Chapter 1

Synopsis: The demon Hjordis was once a living weapon for the Rosemont Guild, aiding in their ambitions to conquer the region of Oshar, but he was labelled a traitor, tortured, and left for dead.  Content: Fantasy setting, nonhuman whumpee, villain whump (kinda), guilt, starvation, past torture, left for dead, restraints, wishes for death, deaths of minor characters, mentions of mass murder (not shown on screen), mentions of burnt buildings, manhandling I guess? And a little bit of begging.  Note: Hjordis is kinda pronounced like “yur-dis.” 

--- Hjordis walked through the devastated city while the sun rose behind him. The tread of his boots on the cobblestone road was the only sound he could hear. The silence was unsettling, because even at dawn, a city as big as this one should be bustling with activity. But, it wasn’t, and Hjordis didn’t want to dwell on the reason why. It was pointless to try to avoid it, though. It was because the Rosemont Guild had besieged the city, and it had fallen. Hjordis knew that he should be happy, overjoyed even, that the Guild won. But he could barely manage to smile at the celebration last night, because something was eating at him inside. Walking through the city, he was reminded what that something was. Guilt. This was all his fault. The stench of death in the air was obvious. He guessed that the reason none of the residents were out and about was because they were all dying inside their homes. As he walked, Hjordis saw a starving boy a few hundred feet away. He swallowed air. That was his fault too. They were all dying because of him. When the city wouldn’t give itself up to the Guild, it was he who had killed all the crops and poisoned the main water source. It was easy with his powers, and it was nothing he hadn’t done before, but being the cause of all this suffering… Was there anything he could do to make up for it? Hjordis was nearing the starving boy when he remembered there were some things in his pocket, so he took them out. A fancy piece of bread and an apple from last night’s celebration. The smell of fresh bread was faint, but the boy noticed it and looked up at Hjordis with wide, hungry eyes. Hjordis looked around to make sure that no one was around. The coast was clear, so he knelt down next to the boy and held out the bread. He immediately reached out to grab it, but then put his hand down. His eyes flit between Hjordis’s ivory hair and the heavy gold pendant he was wearing. “It’s fine, go on. Take it.” Hjordis hoped his voice sounded reassuring. The boy had definitely recognized he was a demon. And not just any demon, that demon. The one who could destroy enough food and water to sustain a city for five years in five minutes. The necklace always tipped them off. It was supposed to. The boy eagerly took the bread. He wolfed it down, and it was gone in two bites. Hjordis handed the boy the apple as well. He ate a little slower, trying to savor the juicy fruit. The boy’s lips curled into a hint of a contented smile, but Hjordis could see that he was still very hungry. Hjordis wished he had more food to offer. At least the boy wouldn’t be suffering for too long. The city had been marked for destruction, as the inhabitants were labelled too likely to rebel. They would all be killed. At least it would be quick. Giving everyone a prolonged, torturous death was simply a waste of effort, so— “What the hell are you doing?” Hjordis jerked his head in the direction of the voice. His face paled in fear as the voice’s owner approached him. Katla, a Guild member with deep purple hair. How much did she see? “I could ask you the same thing,” he retorted, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to be here either, and he could get away with this by having dirt on her as well. “I was authorized to keep an eye out for possible emigres with Ragnar. Why are you here?” Katla answered, with a frown. His heart sunk as he looked to the side and saw a man leaning against the wall. He hadn’t spoken, so Hjordis hadn’t noticed him. Hjordis thought that maybe if Katla had been authorized, he could argue that it was only her word against his, but with someone else as a witness? This wouldn’t end well for him. “I…” Hjordis stammered. He tried to come up with a possible reason he was allowed to be here, and he felt her belief in him slip away with each second that passed. “Hey, listen,” Katla snapped. Hjordis jumped. “If you don’t come up with a very good explanation for why you’re entering the city and feeding the enemy without authorization, I might think you’re a traitor.” The last word was filled with an extra poison. “I— I’m not— I’m not a traitor. It’s just—” Hjordis felt his heartbeat race and heard his voice falter. Katla rolled her eyes. “Ragnar, come help me turn in the traitor.” She grabbed one of Hjordis’s arms. Ragnar walked over and grabbed the other. Hjordis struggled, trying to break free, but their grips were stronger. They started to drag him out of the city. His boots scraped against the cobblestone road. Hjordis noticed that the boy was gone now.. Did he run away? There was nothing but empty streets to look at as he was dragged away to whatever fate had in store. Gods, what are they going to do to me? — It hurts. Everything hurts. Hjordis could barely think because the pain was so bad. His back was on fire, and even without looking at it he could tell it was in tatters. Every part of his body ached, and the amount of blood he must have lost by now caused his mind to feel hazy and made his thoughts unclear. He was curled up in a wooden cart that was travelling on an unpaved road. The rough cart ride really wasn’t helping. There were uncomfortable jolts every minute, and Hjordis had accidentally slammed into the side of the cart a couple of times. Each time he couldn’t help but cry out from the pain. When he did, though, a voice told him to shut up. He tried to stay quiet. Focus on his breathing. Breathe in, breathe out. He could only manage shallow gasps. The rain also wasn’t helping. Hjordis was soaked to the bone from being exposed to the open air, without even a shirt on. But of course they had to leave the necklace, he thought bitterly. The heavy chain made his neck cramp. He didn’t know how long he had been in this cart. He remembered that they would be taking him somewhere far away, so they had probably travelled for a long time. Hours, maybe. The cart suddenly stopped. Even though he couldn’t think straight, Hjordis knew what was about to happen and he held back a scream. Two arms lifted him out and into the air. They weren’t gentle, and he felt a twinge in his ribcage. “Please— please, no,” he begged, “Please don’t—” He was dropped onto the ground on the side of the road. The mud splashed into his open wounds, and he somehow felt even more uncomfortable. He watched as the cart drove away. Leaving him here. Hjordis wanted to call out, Don’t abandon me, please, but the words died on his tongue. It was useless, anyways. The Guild was leaving him here to die, and the only reason they would come back was for his corpse. They’d show it to everyone to send a message. This is what happens to traitors. They were tortured, then abandoned to succumb to infection, cold, blood loss, or thirst. Whichever came first. Hjordis tried to be a little optimistic. At least it was raining, so he’d die quicker than most who shared his fate. He rolled over to his side and pressed his knees to his chest, trying to conserve some body heat. They had tied his hands behind his back for good measure, so he couldn’t wrap them around his legs. It didn’t calm the shivering, but it made him feel just a little bit safer. Hjordis tried to focus on the patter of the rain to distract himself from the agony his body was in, but the downpour reminded him of something. It was raining just like this when the Guild found me. The thought felt like a stab to the heart. That day, he was so happy that someone had saved him, wanted him, even. And now he had been thrown out like trash. It wasn’t fair, though, he wasn’t a traitor. He really wasn’t. He would have died for the Guild and its goals. It was just a piece of bread and an apple, he argued in his mind. He knew that it looked like he was sympathizing with the enemy, but… Was there really another explanation? Maybe he had become a traitor without even realizing it. Maybe he deserved to be left for dead. No, he definitely did. He recalled the starving boy, the one he had given the bread to. He had been on the street, alone. Had somebody abandoned him as well? Maybe he dreamt of something better than this life. But, Hjordis’s last view of the city was of its burnt ruins. The boy was dead now. No sugarcoating it. It’s all your fault. Hjordis winced and closed his eyes. He was so tired. But he had a feeling if he slept, he wouldn’t wake up. Not like he deserved to wake up, though. But after a prolonged attempt at falling asleep, he found that it was impossible. The anguish he was in was too great for his body to relax. He wasn’t sure how much time passed. It all blended together, rain and mud and thoughts and pain and wishes for either sleep or death to take him. He was sure it had been hours, though, when he heard another cart approach. Then he heard a voice. “Oh gods, are you okay?” Hjordis didn’t open his eyes, or respond at all. Did the Guild come back? That had to be the case. Anyone else would leave, he was certain about that. If he gave away the fact that he was still alive, then they’d abandon him again. Then he realized he was still shivering. He could barely feel it with all the other sensations gnawing at him. No one would ever believe he was dead. They’d leave him now. They definitely would. A sudden touch to his shoulder pulled him away from his thoughts. He held back a cry, trying his very best to keep silent. The touch was surprisingly gentle. Two fingers pressed his jaw lightly for a minute. “I’ll get you some help… don’t worry, you’re going to be okay,” the voice muttered. Hjordis didn’t know what to say back, so he kept quiet. But he could tell that this person was no Guild member. Who were they? Why were they even saying that? Didn’t they recognize the necklace, at least? Hjordis opened his eyes to see who this odd stranger might be. They had long blonde hair and dark brown eyes, and they were kneeling over him. “Oh, you’re awake!” They exclaimed. Hjordis saw a smile form on their face. They paused for a moment before speaking again. “I’m going to pick you up to get you in that cart, okay?” They pointed at something out of Hjordis’s field of vision. He managed a weak nod. “Sorry in advance if this hurts. I’ll try to be gentle,” they said. Hjordis held his breath in anticipation. The blonde stranger walked behind him and tried to pick him up. First they put an arm under his knees. That one didn’t hurt, but he couldn’t keep himself from wincing when they touched his back. They lifted him up, and he dangled in the air for a few moments, and then he was placed in a cart. The feeling of rough planks on his back was uncomfortably familiar now. He turned, and out of the corner of his eye, saw the stranger jump onto the horse that was pulling the cart. They pulled on the reins and squeezed the horse with their legs. The horse and cart started to move at a slow pace. The stranger glanced back at him. “I’m taking you to Giesnus. It’s not that far from here.” Hjordis’s eyes widened at the name of the city. Giesnus was enemy territory, and surely this stranger knew who he was. Were they taking him there to do even worse things to him? He wanted to crawl out of the cart and put as much distance as possible between him and that city, but he was too exhausted to even try. To the Rosemont Guild, he was only a traitor, but he had committed possibly even worse atrocities against the other factions. The stranger had probably picked him up so he could be tried for his crimes. Yes, that had to be the reason, but if that was the case, then why were they so kind? “Don’t worry. You’re going to be safe,” the stranger said. Hjordis didn’t expect that. Safe? Was he really going to be safe? For a moment, he let himself believe that there was a possibility that it could be the case. It certainly made things a little easier to bear. His eyes felt heavy, and the road was less bumpy now. He felt a little calmer, and it was enough so that he could finally drift off to sleep. --- AN: Hopefully I’ll get the next chapter posted in a week or two! Also I kinda wanna infodump about the world’s lore,,, Idk if anyone wants to hear about it though 😅 I hope that if you read this far, you enjoyed this! Tysm for reading it, it means a lot to me <3