#oc: ligeia

[mordeawearybone]

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

[leavingautumn13]

common writing advice: "don't refer to eyes as orbs when you're writing"

edgar allan poe, writing "ligeia": how about i do anyway

[ghostwise]

8, a kiss to the back of the hand... ;---; <3

Enrique Monsivais has been presented with the rare opportunity to reinvent himself.

Quinta de Talpa is little-known and remote. No doubt this is how the Crows like it, and precisely why he and the other Azul bastards had been raised there, before the nest emptied out. Returning to those abandoned halls is familiar. The buildings know him. The orchard remembers his name.

But the town of Talpa itself is different. Standing five miles from the hacienda, it does not know him. Whether he be assassin, elf-blooded, lyrium addict, apostate mage, it doesn’t matter; no one here knows. He’s completely anonymous.

For now, anyway. When and how that changes will be up to him.

Today he’s dressed finely and walks confidently through the streets. Nothing and nobody will threaten him here. The only problem is this, and it has been gnawing at him for some time: he doesn’t have horses.

Maker above. What sort of noble doesn’t have horses? The stables at Quinta de Talpa stand empty. It is an aberration beyond words. If he can just convince Rinnala-

“Walking again, Sr. Monsivais?”

Ligeia Jaszbereny is sitting side-saddle, smiling mischievously at him as she interrupts his thoughts. She is atop a fine Murgese, pitch-black and sturdy. The wide brim of her hat keeps the sun off her bone-white skin. Cicadas sing into the cooling afternoon.

“We will need a horse, for where we’re going today.”

“Ah? And where are we going, lady Ligeia?” Enrique asks with a slow smile.

They’ve met a few times since his arrival in Quinta de Talpa, and this, too, seems promising. Ligeia is passionate and smart. She’s so sure of herself. She reminds him of Quique’s mother. But that’s—

“Well, you will have to ride with me to find out. It’ll be a surprise,” she says, smiling as she adds, “A secret.”

And here she holds out a hand, trimmed in lace, covered in burn scars. Enrique takes it between his own and, before he can give it any thought, lifts it to his lips for a probably presumptuous kiss. For a moment, he feels her fingers tense, but when he looks up to see if he’s offended, she merely smiles down at him once again.

“Come,” she says. “I will show you.”

Without breaking contact she helps him climb onto the horse behind her. Thrilling, to have her warm body close to him like this. Imagine if he could have this all the time, and the hacienda, too. The world is rich with potential.

He’ll need to acquire horses.

[brie-draws]

OC-Tober Day 8: Vampire OCs ... Most of them

[bellesheres1219]

This is Ligeia's bedroom, which is also the attic. She prefers to sleep there because it's the best place to hide her coffin, especially when guests arrive and will go snooping around. I took inspiration from the attic from Edward Scissorhands and the one from Cinderella, but wanted to make it look livable for a seventeen year old.

[noaheadiegamedev]

Ligeia WIP - Color

[shadeys-geeky-life]

I am so excited to share this with you! Anselm is a Siren, he wears a pendant to give him his human form and thanks to @nymtea.art I can show you his siren form!

This art was drawn by @nymtea.art

Anselm is my OC.

[hobbitbelliqueux]

[DnD OC] Ligeia

“[…] and there streamed forth, into the rushing atmosphere of the chamber, huge masses of long and disheveled hair; it was blacker than the raven wings of the midnight! And now slowly opened the eyes of the figure that stood before me. “Here then, at least,” I shrieked, “can I never -can I never be mistaken- these are the full, and the black, and the wild eyes […] of the LADY LIGEIA.”

Edgar Allan Poe, Ligeia

I love my little hexblood-celestial patron warlock 🥰 what do you think of her ?

Some close ups 👀👇

[isolationstreet]

Familiars

[ephemeronidwrites]

A couple days ago, I saw these gorgeous character portraits that @my-dumb-obsessions made on my dash, and I just went absolutely feral with inspiration. So I guess I'm doing the picrew thing, even though I've only vaguely heard of it before.

I started out by making portraits for my own Warden, as well as for the members of her Blight Club. Some of the images have been edited in photoshop to get a better match for things like color (Sten's skin tone, for instance, since none of the default options came quite close enough for my satisfaction), but other than Zevran's face tattoo, which I drew in by hand, all image resources were made by the very talented @elena-illustration.

(Thank you so much to the creator of the Windswept OC Generator for making it: I quite literally had hours and hours of fun with this.)

I also did my DA2 oc's and companions, so that's going to be coming up in another post. I do also plan to be doing the Awakening cast as well, but that's going to take a bit more time (since we have not just one character with face tattoos but two, and also two dwarves on the team... absolutely love this generator but dwarven proportions are just a lot harder to approximate).

[mordeawearybone]

𝑻𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒚, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆.

[leavingautumn13]

so, i did the full custom party thing for my solo playthrough of bg 3, using my first character from my first campaign (ligeia, second from left), and my two friends' characters from our first campaign (zola, far left, and mordran, far right).

it's funny--thelxiope (second from right, my second player character, ligeia's baby sister) has played the role of "immortal chaotic evil not-lich semi-antagonist" for so long in my head and in the campaign i'm writing, it's jarring to jump back to her roots as somebody's kid sister.

but i'm glad she and ligeia get to adventure together.

[bellesheres1219]

Here is the main character of my animated series, Ligeia. She is a 17-year-old vampire just starting film college. She's intelligent and creative, but she is shy, introverted, and has selective mutism. Her personality is like an odd mix of Carrie White and Wednesday Addams. Her story is also inspired by the movie Dracula's Daughter. She loves horror movies, animation, drawing, and reading gothic books. (Slight redesign).

[noaheadiegamedev]

Ligeia

Species: Animated Flesh Amalgam

Homeworld: Unknown

Pronouns: She/Her

“Life and death dance entwined to a cosmic cacophony misaligned.”

Backstory after the jump.

Ligeia was created in the mountaintop laboratory castle of Doctor Greymire, as one of his many experiments in crafting new lifeforms from cadavers of disparate species. She was his first experiment with a coherent sense of identity and ability to express herself. Though Ligeia could talk fluently, she preferred to dance - a passion which Greymire implanted himself, using the brains of the finest ballerinas he could unearth. When Ligeia was first risen, Doctor Greymire considered her his finest work, his magnum opus. Ligeia lived among Greymire's staff, given the same treatment as his most noble guests. The doctor made sure Ligeia learned as little about the outside world as possible. However, he personally taught her to read, and she occupied herself with selected works on psychology, philosophy, and theater. Greymire would kidnap talented dancers, offering to free them only after teaching Ligeia everything they knew (a promise which he never kept). Ligeia performed many a recital for Doctor Greymire and his guests, moving with a haunting grace, contorting herself into shapes no natural creature could ever hope to attain. She was even occasionally allowed outside to wander the castle's gardens, closely monitored by Greymire. Though she was sheltered, all was well for Ligeia, and she was content.

However, Greymire's attention drifted to newer, more sophisticated experiments. Once he received secret research funding from the military, he quickly lost interest in flights of fancy. Ligeia's status and privileges were gradually reduced, until she was unceremoniously banished to the lab's dungeon. There, Greymire's subjects were left in the neglectful care of low level staff. There was only one way in or out, fiercely guarded at all hours. Dozens of half-broken creatures shambled painfully in the dark, kept around in the off chance Greymire decided they had some quality worth revisiting. Many could be fixed up with an hour of Greymire's time, but in the years Ligeia skulked the underhalls, she only ever saw him descend into the dungeon to disassemble a subject for parts. Too many times, Ligeia would overhear this exchange - the subject's pleading for repair turning quickly to cries of mercy, then to gut-wrenching silence.

Though Ligeia's imprisonment was bleak and cruel, it wasn't without its silver lining. The dungeon staff weren't nearly as particular as Greymire about keeping the outside world a secret. Every night, they’d put on the telescreen for a few hours. The staff mostly watched bootleg arena broadcasts, which were rarely translated. Of course, if something came up that could inspire an uprising, they quickly changed the channel. Nevertheless, Ligeia was highly observant, and kept fastidious notes about the outside world in a secret journal. When nobody was looking, she'd practice maneuvers she saw on the telescreen as best she could, cleverly disguising it as just another dance routine if caught.

One fateful night, Doctor Greymire resolved that it was Ligeia's turn to be disassembled. When Greymire approached her, Ligeia disarmed him of his cleavers, then used them to slice across his face. Before he could react, she used the moment afforded by the shock to slip through the dungeon door. Half-blind and humiliated, Greymire chased her through the castle. The pursuit was frantic, and Ligeia was nearly caught more than once by Greymire's new franken-killers. She defended herself with tactics gleaned from arena broadcasts, and managed - just barely - to escape from Greymire's estate. Ligeia wandered the lonely countryside for several nights, sleeping in the hollows of trees when the sun rose. Eventually, Ligeia encountered a wandering witch, who upon hearing her plight, offered to teleport Ligeia offworld. Ligeia took them up immediately, asking no questions before being warped off-planet.

Ligeia has no idea how far she was sent, only that she ended up on a bustling space station, somewhere totally alien to her. She was alone, left to survive using only her secondhand knowledge of the world. Her first efforts were awkward and confused, as the culture of her world was quite backwards, and her run-ins with the finer points of interstellar etiquette often got her in trouble. Eventually, she pieced things together, at least enough to be understood as well-meaning. Even then, Ligeia stuck out like a sore thumb, and many feared her. However, between her quick wit and growing expertise with cleavers, she was able to avoid trouble whenever possible, and defend herself when that trouble was beyond avoiding.

When she learned that the Thrasher League - a massive arena with trans-galactic broadcast rights - was looking for candidates, Ligeia signed up for an audition. She won her interviewers over, not just with her unnerving demeanor, but with her unique perspective and natural inclination for theatrics. The League offered to send Thor to the planet Ligeia came from, to take down Doctor Greymire and rehabilitate his subjects. Alas, Ligeia wasn't educated in matters of interstellar travel. She didn't know the coordinates of her homeworld, nor would she be able to recognize it, as she was never taught its name. Furthermore, Greymire was smart about covering his tracks - neither he nor his colleagues could be found in any database.

Thus, Ligeia fights in the arena in hopes of being broadcasted back in Greymire's dungeon. If her fellow subjects saw her, perhaps they'd realize her escape was successful, and that Greymire can be outwitted. Even if she was on the screen for only an instant, if any of the subjects saw her, that just might be enough for them to understand. In the meantime, Ligeia spends every waking hour outside the arena investigating leads to her homeworld's name and location. Mark her words - Greymire's subjects will be saved, and Greymire himself will face justice.

[cxtxphile]

her name is ebony darkness dementia raven way but we call her ligeia

sandworm oc sorta?? theres a second half to this drawing but this looked too cunt to not post it on its own

[ephemeronidwrites]

Warden Leonor Amell - Purpose and Cruelty (Fear)

Warden Ligeia Surana - Perspective and Arrogance (Pride)

Vrenika Hawke - Temperance and Deceit (Sloth)

(obvs nonstandard) Inquisitor Carver Hawke - Humility and Loneliness (Hunger or Despair)

Inquisitor Fisara Lavellan - Curiosity and Arrogance (Pride)

The name of each demon is additionally followed in parentheses by the general "class" that it would most likely be categorized into according to the traditional Circle taxonomy, because everything you hear from elven mages coming from outside of that Chantry-based tradition (even Tevinter mages are not actually free of this kind of Chantry dogma!) suggests that the reality of demons is not as cut-and-dry as the gameplay / "mainstream" in-universe lore would have you believe.

Since this is a key part of how I develop my Dragon Age OC's reblog this with what Spirit and what Demon they would attract.

(Don't need to limit to the canon spirits/demons we've seen just what is their Virtue and their Vice they attract)