#oc: athinri of twilight

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"'Cause they took your loved ones But returned them in exchange for you But would you have it any other way? Would you have it any other way? You couldn't have it any other way 'Cause she's a cruel mistress And a bargain must be made - So lay me down Let the only sound Be the over flow Pockets full of stones"

I was listening to Florence + The Machine's What the Water Gave Me, and was struch with HEAVY Athinri vibes with her past life and all

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*whistles* Been a while since I've doodled these guys

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IM SOBBING LOOK AT THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE

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In her past life, Athinri was a very skilled shaper, and had a strong connection to lotus flowers in particular. She even made a gift for Caithe, two purple daggers with flowers on the end.

This continued as a strong pull to these flowers in her next life, however unlike before, the flowers seemed to wilt whenever she touched them, and Athinri couldn't keep them alive for anything. This always filled her with a profound sadness, though she didn't know why until years later.

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Okay I give up on this, but post Athinri getting shot by Bangar, he was extremely clingy, even more so when she awoke. It took her awhile after fully healing to convince him she was okay

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“Fret not, favored daughter of the dream. Do not weep, for your hunt is not over, and you shall breathe once again.”

I'm on an Athinri kick right now, so you know what that means! Angst, and Athinri and Wynne art

After using the last vision seed and regaining her past life's memories, Athinri was in turmoil both mentally and physically. Wynne's memories were fighting for room in her body, as if her consciousness was fighting with Athinri for her very life. She was having a crisis of consciousness, not knowing who she was, and if she was even real. Wynne's entire life was flooding her brain coming back, even taking her own memories, likes, dislikes, everything. Eventually, during LWS3 they were forced to lock Wynne's memories in her locket, at least until Athinri could properly deal with them without literally tearing herself apart.

After IBS she's been letting go of her resentment towards Wynne and has been able to slowly work through her memories, though like she feared this has been slowly changing her.

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Shipping chart thingy with Braham and Athinri <3

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Tagged by @mystery-salad ! Tagging anyone who wishes to do it too!

-- B A S I C S

Name: Athinri of Twilight

Nicknames: Thin, Petal (Trahearne & Caithe)

Age: Unborn at Fighting the Nightmare, 12 currently

Birthday: sometime in 1325 (Dec 13)

Race: Sylvari

Gender: Female (She/her)

Orientation: Asexual, Panromantic

Profession: General of the Pact, Magister of the Durmond Priory, Tailor in Cragstead

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Magenta

Eyes: pink

Skin: grey with pink pattern

Tattoos/Scars: blade and blood scar/marking from Wynne's death, and arrow/burn scar under marking

-- F A M I L Y

Family: Pale tree (mother)

Siblings: none

Grandparents: Mordremoth

In-laws and others: Braham (Husband/mate, alive), Eir (mother in-law, deceased), Borje the Sun Chaser (father in-law, deceased) Unnamed Charr son (Future Adopted son), unnamed norn daughter, (future adopted daughter).

Pets: Orchid (Sylvan Hound)

-- S K I L L S

Abilities: Mesmer, apprentice thief, self taught virtuoso, extremely skilled at teleportation and portals

Hobbies: tailoring, reading, gardening, and dancing

-- T R A I T S

Most positive trait: friendly, quick to befriend, trusting, compassionate, protective

Most negative trait: doormat, naive,

-- L I K E S

Colors: purple, pink

Smells: fire, smoke, cooking, smell of air in the woods

Textures: anything fluffy, Braham's scruff, Orchid's coat, petals.

Drinks: water, milkshakes

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: no

Drinks: sometimes (usually when she's celebrating or drinking at home with Braham)

Drugs: no

Been arrested: no

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A Dragon Bash Tradition

It was Dragon Bash!

Spite never really cared for the holiday and all of the past trauma it brought up, but there was always one reason she looked forward to it and always came to Hoelbrak.

Seeing Braham- and well now Athinri.

Every year since they had been friends, Spite would walk in, head straight for the Great Lodge, and of course stopping to bash a few piñatas on her way. The only time they didn't participate in this yearly tradition was the years in between the fight and when they hadn't made up just yet.

Popping a piece of Zhaitaffy in their mouth, Spite turned into the lodge and instantly smiled at the sight of Athinri and Braham.

Athinri was ruffling his beard with a dissatisfied look on her face, all while Braham was laughing and trying to pull her hands out of his beard.

"Glad to see you two happy, how are you two love birds doing?" Spite said, giving a wave with her prosthetic hand as they both shouted at her.

"Tell him to shave this thing!" "Boss, tell her that I look amazing with it!"

Spite pretended to ponder the very important choice they had to make for a moment, before settling on, "I don't know, Ri, its kinda growing on me- or well Braham, you know what i mean." Spite waited for his triumphant 'ha' before continuing, "But, I do thing you need a trim."

The norn fake pouted as Athinri did a playful victory dance and Spite patted his shoulder.

"Anyways, I hope you don't mind me stealing some of these." Braham said, not waiting for an answer as he began to plunder her stash of candies."

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Tried something new with a norn!Athinri

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Athinri wip <333 ^W^

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Don't think I'ma finish this but! Athinri at the beach!

Leg warmers ARE odd for the beach but IDC she's cutee

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