#oc: imerae

[tes-trash-blog]

Mithir found Him in the garden, feeding a fawn as its mother laid by His feet. Songbirds rested their wings among the ever-blooming wisteria that adorned the dwarfed cedars, chirping a final song before the sun set upon them, and He hummed alongside them. The Prince surely knew of Mithir's presence, but his attention remained on the feeding fawn, and Mithir made no effort to make himself known, for a growing part of him wished to leave. Leave the Snow Prince to his moment of peace, leave the words unsaid, leave it all be, and treat it as a terrible vision. Yes, a vision, something his mind created in the chaos of the battle, the storm, the warping words from their foes. A vision, for the imagination can run rampant when the eyes fail, and he surely imagined everything after the first blades crossed, and the formation shattered.

A vision. The dead do not rise again, therefore she never died.

The fawn returned to its patient mother, and they returned to their pens. The Snow Prince's humming trailed away, and the songbirds, satisfied with their performance, returned to their nests. He stood straight and tall, reached up to the wisteria and gently grazed the blooms with his long fingers, unmarred by calluses for no spear or sword would dare to mark him.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" the Snow Prince asked. Only the Snow Prince asked. Mithir had prepared a hundred times for this. He rehearsed his grievance over and over, once, with a shaking voice, to the woman he was here to expose, and at that moment all words left him. "It's alright. Speak."

"They are, my Prince, but I have not come to this place to admire your menagerie, or your garden." Mithir was surprised at the strength in his voice, the conviction with which he spoke, the confidence with which he walked towards Him. "I am here as a loyal servant, to the realm and to You, my Prince."

The Snow Prince remained with the wisteria. "No thoughts on the flowers, then.. The weight that worries at you must be heavy indeed."

"It is-" Mithir halted. The words were there, but his throat closed and would not allow them to pass. He realized then how childish he was as he rehearsed, why the so-called "Miracle" feigned nothing but passivity as he made his rehearsed threat. He choked on his words, and felt his face grow hot with shame. The Snow Prince remained with the wisteria.

"You recently returned from battle. A victorious battle, one so sorely needed, so it was told. Is this true? So often people fear to speak truth to me."

"It is true, my Prince. We drove them back, and furthermore we pushed to reclaim what remains of Aulwend."

The Snow Prince smiled. The evening delayed. "Good. Good.. Yet you are troubled by our victory?"

"Not the victory, my Prince. The.. The Miracle that occurred," said Mirthir. The Snow Prince turned from the wisteria to face him, and Mithir bore the full brunt of His beauty.

"You wish to speak of my little blackbird, then. Very well. Speak," He said, and the will of a Prince was never denied.

"She perished, my Prince," Mirthir said all at once, his carefully practiced words forgotten as he spilled out the truth: how she met them first and was struck down with their black-steel axes, the berserk screams from her killer as he landed blow after blow, the shouts, the clash of steel against glass, the sudden winds, the noise, the five-damned noise, the Atmoran who came sudden upon Mithir, only to fall by way a dead woman's spear, her armor shattered but her flesh unmarked, the look on her face, the dark dreams of that day no healer has yet soothed, the visions in the corner of his eyes. Mithir's voice cracked from strain and tears and compulsion, and when he finally found himself silent the Snow Prince took his face in His hands. His grip was as gentle with Mithir as it was with the wisteria.

"My child, my witness to the Miracle. Thank you for speaking the truth. But you need not fear."

"My Prince, I fear! I fear she is not of us, that what I saw was no divine act! It was-"

"And what, my child, does a divine act look like? Would you not tremble before the sight of me on the battlefield? Would your mind not believe the truth your eyes beheld? And so it is with the will of the divine. To even put it into words is to bring it to question, and to question is to deny." Mithir broke his gaze upon the Snow Prince, and found the cold night had crept in. "Look upon me, Mithir, and answer truthfully: Do you deny that you witnessed the Miracle in action?"

--

Mithir returned to his barrack late. Galain and Ceridyn allowed him entry with no question, for they smelled the wisteria on him. It would do no good to question, for Mithir had no answers. He had no words, and he had no denial.

[clockys-soul]

Just wanna make sure sorry for the second ask, but I've saw people have ocs for your story and I'm wondering if I can make a character or two?

If so do you have anymore info on Bloodreapers, Light reapers and Snow reapers.

And any information on the things like Thunderborns, Frostborns, ect. Like is there bloodborns 🤔

I will also take as much info about the story as you will give me

No need to apologize! Im always open for questions!

And yes you may absolutely make some characters! I’m always happy to see that.

One thing is very important to know about the world I’ve created:

"There’s a legend that says that if one is meant to ride a dragon, rider and dragon will always find each other."

This applies to all creatures that can be tamed too.

A good way to figure out if you are meant to bond with a certain creature is to check if the creature shares your eye color, if you share your eyecolor it means you share your soul color so a soul bond is possible! Not everyone gets to ride dragons though, even if they wish to.

Here’s the Bestiary page on Bloodreaper Wyverns! Im gonna change the design a bit (just the head and not much so no worries, it’s still accurate). There’s all kinds of info in that text! None on taming one though and just like all other Wyvern breeds you cannot simply tame an adult, taming adult Wyverns is impossible as you’d be killed before even getting a chance to get close. So what to do? You need to acquire an egg! Some buy them off the market (which isn’t good as that usually means dragon hunter killed the parents and took their eggs (dragon hunting is illegal). Maybe you happen to stumble upon an abandoned hatchling, but hatchlings are fierce even if they are young. Bloodreapers do not have a breath attack and Bloodborns are in in fact not a thing! Lesser Wyverns such as Bloodreapers do not posses a connection to an Elemental (Fire, ice, Lightning, Sun, moon).

Now the second rarest Wyvern species! Lightreapers are very rare and also very strong, they are cousins of the Fire elemental Wyverns (Flame/Fire/Ember/Ash and Magmareapers) and so are Nightreapers!

Lightreapers are Greater Wyverns! Their usual coloration consists of a mainly white body with yellow to gold wings and gold accents! Males will usually have markings on their crests (like a triceratops for example) and have a brightly colored throat (this is a trait all male Wyverns share) males like most other Wyverns are also bigger but less aggressive than females.

Lightreapers are only found in the desert areas of a continent! They are considered holy steeds to the Temple of Solis' Members! Some members ride Lightreaper Wyverns or Lightstalker Drakes.

Some Known Lightreapers and their riders:

Aurum (first recorded Sunborn Lightreaper)—Imera (first recorded Sunborn human)

Whiteray—Liora Solar (mother to Aelius Solar)

Daylight—Albus Luminos (Arch Priest of the Temple)

Zenith—Aelius Solar (father to Elaine Solar)

Meridian(oldest current living Lightreaper)— Soleil aka the blind Sunwalker (mother to Elaine Solar)

Solis (this century’s Sunborn Lightreaper) — Elaine Solar (this century’s Sunborn human)

Snowreapers are relatively docile compared to other Wyverns but still aggressive enough that going near one will end in death.

Some known Snowreapers and riders:

The white Warden of the North (a Wild, elder female Snowreaper living in the mountain ranges in the north of Achaios.) —riderless

Northwind (half Hailreaper; oldest living dragon on Archaios)— Hebe Duratus (deceased)

Snowwing — Cailleach Duratus

Rimewing — Meili Duratus

Blizzard (this century’s Frostborn; half Frostreaper)— Boreas Duratus (this century’s frostbornn father of Skadi and Aquilo)

Frostbite (night/blood/snow/Frostreaper hybrid) — Skadi Duratus

Snowfall (night/blood/snow/frost) — Aquilo Duratus

Hope any of this made sense and I’ll post some more on my story!

[eljeebee]

OC Questionnaire

Tagged by: @pralinesims thank you so much Evan!!!! I'm doing two people today 😉

*clears throat* Ahem. *whips out the lore folder in my computer that contains Priscilla and Tony's dossier* Let's start shall we?

NAME: Priscilla Wuest (soon to be hyphenated Harrison again lmao) NICKNAME: Pri, Precy (usually by me; it's the Filipino nickname for Priscilla), Imera (codename) GENDER: Cis woman STAR SIGN: Cancer ♋︎ HEIGHT: 5'6 (167 cm) ORIENTATION: Demisexual NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: American FAVORITE FRUIT: Dragon fruit (she loves getting those from the Philippines) FAVORITE SEASON: Spring and Summer FAVORITE FLOWER: Baby's breath FAVORITE SCENT: Citrus, Tony's perfume that she's dying to know (but he's not telling her because he made it himself for fun while practicing his magic), Tony's musky scent after his workout (ahem) COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: Prefers tea, but indulges in hot chocolate from time to time AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: On mission days, around 6. On a regular day, 8. DOGS or CATS: She doesn't mind both, but they currently have a cat named Moumou! Also does well interacting with farm animals (Lucio Ranch, remember?!) DREAM TRIP: Somewhere tropical, beachy. Somewhere she could wear the hottest head-turning bikini ever, which would make Tony's ego so big NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1 and warm arms around her RANDOM FACT: Through her biological mother, she has the blood of a Filipino. She only found out when she was bored and used her security clearance to search anything related to her through The Director's terminal. She didn't mind them not telling her, since she doesn't want to know anything about her birthmother.

NAME: Anthony Harrison NICKNAME: Tony GENDER: Cis man STAR SIGN: Aquarius ♒︎ HEIGHT: 5'11 (180 cm) ORIENTATION: Heterosexual NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: American - British citizenship, born British FAVORITE FRUIT: Cherries FAVORITE SEASON: Summer (for bikini season ahem) and Winter (to warm Priscilla) FAVORITE FLOWER: Rose, Orchids, Baby's breath FAVORITE SCENT: Fresh linen, floral, Tom Ford Black Orchid (Priscilla's perfume) COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: TEA AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7. Unleashes deep snores that Priscilla uses her power to bend reality in a miniscule level with practiced precision to silence him every night which she had to stop when she saw him choke on his sleep so she learned how to live with it. He's now a white noise machine. DOGS or CATS: Cats DREAM TRIP: Doesn't mind beach vacations (he loves the way Priscilla dresses up for it and would throw himself to her every time) but he'd love to travel somewhere snowy and cold. Like going on Ski resorts! NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1. He can keep himself warm with his magic, and loves it because Priscilla often throws herself over him when it's winter. Walking heater. RANDOM FACT: He was born on 1987. A little older than Priscilla? Ahem, ahem. (How is this a random fact though?)

Tagging: @changingplumbob @igotsnothing @damseljamsel @kimmiessimmies @nocturnalazure @tedsies @buttertrait @morningglory-sims @holocene-sims and if everyone sees this feel free to be tagged by me! Of course, if you don't feel like it, feel free to pass!

[morablackbird]

(Sorry for disappearing for a month I got a job that's been hard on me due to it being an early morning shift after a night shift)

These are some deities I created for a dnd campaign I'm currently running. I wanted to have a few deities in this campaign instead of several pantheons, so my partner and I made this pantheon. Some of these characters, if you are close friends with me, will recognize the names and designs of oc's I have.

Havnock (The First)

Life, Death, Time, Magic, Fate

Kavara (The Mother)

Land, Sea, Sky, Nature, Dreams

Imera (The Scarred)

Fear, Endurance, Misfortune, Renewal, Pain

Ortharnus (The Wise)

Knowledge, Secrets, Writing, Storytelling, innovation

Eira (The Strong)

Forge, Storms, Vengeance, Winter, War

Isariel (The Greiving)

Love, Beauty, Peace, Fertility, Healing

Arcus (The Fallen)

Art, Music, Trickery, Illusions, hope

[spideyivy]

Medusa! She’s my oc, she has necromancy magic while her younger sister Aldephia has healing, and her eldest sister is a prophet for Imera!

[i-like-too-many-things-rip-lmao]

(BWBAA owner) your tags on Magnifi’s post intrigue me to no end. How do you know anything about Magnifi’s wife? Who told you? Where are your getting this information from and why are you keeping it from the rest of us?

Unfortunately there’s no real canon on Magnifi’s wife, so I created an OC. Her name is Imera and she’s everything to me 😌 I will yap about her forever if people let me. one of these days I’ll probably create a Gramarye family lore post including her and Magnifi’s marriage story

here’s a quick sketch I did of her! She looks a lot like Thalassa but with darker hair. I’m hoping to make a sprite for her soon (once I figure out my new drawing pad better lmao).

[crysdrawsthings]

@incorrectskyrimquotes Elanor is very creative! The only things she creates are problems, but she is very good at it!

@kartaylirsden oh, if you will post about OCs, I would absolutely love to see! OCs are great!

@tes-trash-blog another of Elanor's important assets are her determination and a certain brand of stupidity! So it would be so very much in character for this to happen. In fact, it would happen even if her higher-ups would not want it to happen.

I just can't imagine her passing the chance to join the wild Snow Elf Hunt, get killed like 18 times in one month (8 of those in some bizzare accidents, completely unrelated to Imerae) and still go back for more.

Dark Souls protagonist energy.

@akaviri-dovah I can already see Elanor keeping a list of Thu'ums Taralka used to hit her in the face. Very excited for the Storm Call, will absolutely try some fun hijinks with it and her lightning spells.

As for getting along with Aeva. Well, as long as she is willing to deal with Elanor's shenanigans and her expected lack of moral compass - I can't see why it can't be a possibility?

In any case!

You all are wonderful, very right and everyone gets a single-use Elanor Hunting Permit! Renewable as long as she manages to get into some funny and disastrous shenanigans while being hunted down.

The duality of loving Elanor's story of being a horrible little Thalmor creacher and an absolute menace, but being sad that the only way she would be able to interact with most if not all these cool OCs and LDBs is by being hunted down for sport.

Which she and her reembodying ass would have a lot of fun with, but still

[dommydraws]

Attack 49, Ketos Imera the wild sorceror for @lithiumpolygon

[snarky-bee]

@aubergion​ A smooch from Kallian to Imera for the OC kiss event  *** With a few more gulps, Kallian downed her drink and let the tankard land on the bartop with an empty thunk. Her head felt pleasantly buzzy and her cheeks overly warm. This had been a great stop on her way up north, plenty of anonymity, but a friendly enough crowd to make for a cheery rowdy ambiance that felt homey. She dropped a couple silver onto the bar and nodded at the barkeep in thanks. As she turned to get off her stool, the doors opened to let in a party of a few people. A towering qunari ducked her head to fit through the door frame. Tall. Kallian stared too openly, following the qunari woman’s path to a table against one wall. She was incredible. Horns arced in a graceful corkscrew, dark hair coiled into a bun and thick biceps on display. Her shirt was merely a red wrapped fabric that criss-crossed over her chest and back but Maker, she wore it well. She wanted to climb her like a fucking tree. Fuck. “Actually,” Kallian turned back to the barkeep, “another ale. Last one though.” He chuckled, “Sure thing.” Then returned with another pint. She took a sip, letting her eyes roam down the qunari’s body. She was fucking ripped. Maker. Fuck. And then the woman turned and happened to catch her eye. There were smudges of white ink down her lips and beneath her eyes. They looked like they had been partially rubbed off. It was a striking sort of makeup look. She also had a scar across one cheek that only added to her striking appearance. The woman smirked at her. Kallian blushed. She’d been caught ogling. Abruptly, she turned around and focused her attention on her drink. She’d meant to be leaving anyway. “Did something catch your eye?” a deep voice said over her shoulder. Oh shit.

“Uhh,” she turned slowly, and craned her neck upward to see the very qunari woman towering over her. Damn, muscles, big. “You could crush me,” Kallian said in an awestruck voice. The woman chuckled and swung a leg over the free stool at Kallian’s side. “Easily, but I’d hate to crush something so cute.” Her blush deepened. “I could think of other things you could do,” she murmured. Then blurted out, “I’m drunk!” “Hi drunk, I’m Imera,” she smirked again. “So something did catch your eye,” she continued knowingly. “You weren’t particularly subtle. But I don’t mind a pretty elf girl staring at me.” Damn. Hot and forward. Okay. “Kallian,” she found her voice again. “Hard not to notice y- everything,” she gestured up and down. Imera shook her head. “Southerners.” Then she leaned closer. “So, I noticed you’re alone. Is that something you’d like to change?” “Just passing through,” she admitted. And she had a certain someone to meet. She took another few gulps of ale. How would it feel to be in Imera’s arms? One hand alone could encircle both Kallian’s wrists. Fucking shit. She was drunk. And curious. And only here for one night on a long journey of many lone nights. “You’re like, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen though,” Kallian continued, leaning more forward. Oh, Imera was close. Her eyes were brown. She liked brown eyes. Imera arched a confident brow. “Is that so?” “Can I kiss you,” she breathed. “I was hoping you would be interested.” Kallian reached up and curled her hand around Imera’s neck, tugging her down to meet her. “Dammit!” Imera suddenly cursed and pulled back. “Wait.” She grabbed a cloth from a pocket and rubbed her lips vigorously. “Is it all off?” The white paint that had been decorating her lower lip was scrubbed away. “Um, yeah?” Kallian said, confused. “Vitaar is poison if you aren’t qunari.” Imera continued rubbing at her lips, satisfied when she pulled the cloth away and it came back bare. “Not the sort of thing you should be eating.” “You just wear whole-ass poison on your actual face?” Kallian exclaimed. She licked her lower lip. “Damn. That’s badass.” “Sure is,” Imera agreed, tucking the cloth away. “Anyway, where were we?” she leaned up again, and kissed Imera. “Mm,” she hummed, deepening the kiss, tugging Kallian closer. Kallian arched her back, craning her neck further as Imera’s tongue met hers. Desire coursed through her body and made her belly coil with warmth. After a few dizzying seconds she broke the kiss and gasped for breath, slouching back against the bar. “Whoa,” Kallian bit her lip, and failed to hold back a tipsy giggle. She dropped a few more coppers on the counter for her last drink. “Where’re you staying tonight, Imera?” she asked, all flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

[drippingmoon]

for the ༓･*.☽25 OC QUESTIONS☾.*･༓ : the moon "If your OC could have one wish come true what would it be and why? Would there be consequences to this wish or would they regret it once they get what they want? What would they give in return for this wish to come true?" and the coffee "Give us one (or more if you feel like it) of your OCs deep dark secrets! Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea" ( i can't do the emojis sorry ) for Imera please !

One Imera served up, and one writer made very, very happy! The moon and coffee are two things I love in our real world, too.

1. It would be to see his beloved again. To try and find him before he breathed his last, to be there like he should've been. He'd give up his current life, he'd do anything. And if their times were to stop right at the natural end of Late's life, he'd have no complaints. He'd live only the years of the past over and over again, if he could. And set right his one mistake that he could never forgive himself for. Not being there in the one moment he couldn't afford to miss.

2. Ah, can't go deep here without venturing into spoiler territory, but I'll what I can do.

He should've known better, but he still called for Late. Shied away from the stars, and began long, long pilgrimages of remembrance, and though he knew it was a memory, he kept calling his name, dreading and hoping that Late would answer. Hoping he would find him in one of their old haunts.

He keeps everything he does about Late under a veil because he knows he'd just be disappointing him. And beneath that, he's deeply afraid. He may ask for forgiveness in his heart, but won't ever receive it, and wouldn't ever accept it.

[tes-trash-blog]

Asking you 2, 5, and 6 on the TES OC ask game! ✨

2.) What is your OC’s birthsign? Does it affect the way they live their life?

Under the modern zodiac, Imerae was born under the Lover; the Falmeri zodiac was a little more complicated, but the long and short is that she was born under Syrabane's charge. Those under the Hand of Grace were said to have a certain, undying compassion, be selfless without being self-sacrificing, and be deep, emphatic lovers.

This may have been true for her as a child, as she was something of a blabber mouth and a crybaby, but the war changed her. Still, some glimpses of Syrabane's divine empathy occasionally falls through the cracks. And she did love. Gods, did she love.

5.)What is your OC's first language? Do they know any others?

Her first language is, naturally, Falmeris. She picked up some Ayleidoon in her brief interactions with ambassadors, and can make out some Dwemeri writing, but she has a very hard time speaking Dwemeris coherently. She'd never admit it, but she knows more Atmoran than Ayleidoon and Dwemeris combined.

She slowly picks up Imperial Common in the 4th Era, but never fully grasps some of the idioms. Of Dovahzul, perhaps the less said, the better. No really.

6.) Does your OC have any formal education? Via what organization, if so?

Most of Imerae's education came from the Falmeri Soldiery, and training only lasted a few years. She only truly became literate after the Miracle of Auransel, during her months-long recovery. It wasn't structured, but she made the most of it once she regained her eyesight. She even wrote in this time, but no writings survive.

In the 4th Era, Imerae becomes an honorary instructor at the College of Winterhold. This is partly an effort to make reparations, partly because she does have valuable knowledge to impart regarding Falmeri society, language, and magic, and partly because the College be damned if those hoity toity fuckheads at the Mage's Guild get first dibs on an on-god Snow Elf.

[royalsmugbird]

* OC ALERT * OC ALERT *

Wrapping up week 2 of Inktober with "Armor!" Featuring my half-human, half-Fire Elf OC, Princess Imera, in the armor traditionally worn by royalty on the battlefield! Cheers!

(She's from a high fantasy lesbian romance I'm working on called Fallen Angel btw. Official name still pending!)

[spideyivy]

Say hi to my oc Imera! Isn’t she just a beautiful lil sun goddess??

[drippingmoon]

[purrlstar]

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[theserenauniverse]

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