#oc: valestair

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When your mentor is a Molag Baler...

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Sometimes I just cant draw for months, bc it just wont come out and sometimes im just scribbling and instantly fall in love with this oh so small piece of scramble

Look atcha Valestair, how lovely and lovable you look, do you have any clue of how much I love you and your damned ears and your lil nose and your genuinely kind smile? Youre the best thank you for existing rent free in my skull (and sorry Adelsten is turning bad at a rate you cant really control)

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Vale says "Hi <3"

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Vale is best boy-shaped and S(X)angre is malewife-shaped.

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Cutie.

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Lifegoal : Having an apprentice that is so silly he recalls you what spontaneity and affection feels like.

(Adelsten and Valestair)

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glance, informal, favorite for any oc you want!

Heyyy @shadylex! thx for the question! i saw it few days ago but got sooo busy i forgot to answer but here we are

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

For Xangr : HIS EYES. GOD HE HAS WONDERFUL EYES. They are so big, they are so bathed in sunlight, they are like two stars carved through his skullbone! This irises are of such a bright goldenish/orange color he called himself Magnus from time to time while performing dances incanting the sun! Dunmers are unsettled by this uncommun color. Xangr tells nothing about it, neither where it comes from or what it may means, but it has a huge, huge meaning and it is the very beginning of all Sigma-el's lore! It's a well. Very well kept secret, that Xangr hides behind veils of legends and whispers. For Valestair : His ears, just before his reddish ginger messy hair! His ears are sharp, tall and large - i concieved them this way bc his face, thats not perfect Altmeri-speaking, has to change appearance with hunger. When hunger tires him, his traits fade into some monstruous apparences of a bat-like creature. Having those so large ears, pointy and upward tilted is the beginning of his night crawler aspect. He is incredibly sensitive to noise and crawls through Blackreach using voice and whistles when there's no light caressing his red irises.

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

Xangr : Honestly when its ok with it he's almost bare chest 24/24. He wears just a large skirt or pant with a scarf as a belt and jewelry as a shirt, nothing more. He's always painted in black but this mer is such a huge cat he really appreciates to lie there. Honestly if he could, if people would let him, he'd be naked, prentending his necklace is enough. Its nature after all! But makeup always on bc makeup is more of a ritual than clothing.

Valestair : Valestair, as a vampire, doesnt truely need to change clothes depending weather or heat. Instead, he just have a few of them. He's a simple mer that have never been wealthy in his past life and never really enjoyed anything fancy - so i'd say he'd wear linen shirt and pants, with dull colors and maybe stains. Not ironed ofc.

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

Xangr : His favorite dresses are the black velvet ones. He did them himself, tailored perfectly to suit his prestations as a dancer. They are embroded with stellar patterns in gold threads. He sews natural pearls to simulate stars then draws constellations on the light absorbing fabric. When he puts his dancing atours on, he feels like truely putting his OWN skin on. It's almost as important as his makeup. His makeup is him drawing his own face upon Sigma-el's face, and the dress, velvety, has the same role. There is something incredibly erotic to him to feel the velvet melt on his skin and adapting to his forms. He enjoys it deeply and feels insanely confident when wearing it. He exhales something other-worldly while having his costume on. Velvet is perfect. Velvet is his fabric. Valestair : Vale doesnt have a favorite clothe or anything that could be assumed as such. He likes his alchemist suit, but it is laboratory work uniform more than a piece he would wear to feel good. He likes the texture of it, but its not that practical for him when he wanders all around Blackreach. But I'd say he has a favorite pair of boots - boots that are soooo resistant to water, to mud, comfortable to walk around with and to climb with, boots he can have for years and that will permit him to sneak without a noise, to stretch without pain and to run away from angry chaurus like his life depends on it. I'd say, if he'd get saved by a great pair of boots, he'd grow attachment to it pretty quickly. Ow and he likes his goggles. He finds himself funny with it.

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9, 13, and 18 for the childhood oc ask!

Lets gooo <3 As always I'll pick Sangre! Maybe Valestair one day but not this one

9 - What was you muse's education like ? Did they go to school ? Did they like it ?

Sangre learnt almost everything by himself starting with reading. He used to be slave in a Tel of Tel Mora (named Tel Kimer) where he had to serve the kena Salaren Llervan. Salaren is a researcher and a fabulous teacher, but his explosive temper couldnt mix with Sangre's one by the time. Young, Sangre couldnt tolerate Salaren's ass and his orders and treatments, and did everything in his power to prove him he'd end being so unsufferable Salaren would get rid of him as the only possible response. Salaren, bc his job is litteraly to teach, has a keen eye for talent - and the Telvanni adore ambitious people. As their social ranks couldnt permit Salaren to take Sangre as a student (Sangre had to remain a slave), he chose instead to constantly challenge him for freedom. For exemple, Salaren would refuse to even acknowledge Sangre if Sangre couldnt "articulate his thoughts like a decent sentient being", which obligated Sangre to actually learn some words to the point he taught himself to read, by pure spirit of contradiction (which amazed Salaren, Salaren definitely liked him a lot).

When he got fred from Tel Kimer, Sangre knew how to read DUNMERI only. He barely knew how to write and still today he has a bad scripting. He went to school for a year after Salaren asked him to but couldnt mix with other dunmers his age, and it bored him to death to just stay here listening to someone thinking they're smarter than him. Bc he was attracted and gifted in learning tho, he nonetheless joined the mage guild around his 30s, still immature, but never got to be a good student here neither. He got considered a lost case bc of how impossible it was to give him work to do, but he loved to read and that's what saved him. He met Cyriel, that carefully and without involving hierarchy between them taught him cyrodilic and altmeri for him to have a better understanding of books (which means Sangre nowadays is fluent in ashlanderi, daedric, dunmeri, cyrodilic and altmeri), then Sangre became transcriptor for the Worm Cult as the Mage Guild abandoned him, and he grew there as a potent sorcerer since every Worm here used to be an outcast of some sort, just like him. When the Worm Cult collapsed, he left with books of it and kept learning by reading and reading and reading. His prefered subjects are cooking recipes, romantic novels and metaphysical hypothesis.

13 - What did you muse want to be when they grow up ? Did they have any childhood dream ? Have they achieved them ?

Sangre as a child had for only dream to be free to do everything he wanted. He tried to escape Tel Kimer so many times Salaren had to bind him in the cave by nights, he tried to put the house on fire, he tried to leave the Island only to meet the sea of ghosts and recall that he doesnt know how to swim... He felt like Vvardenfell wanted to keep him chained by any mean possible, starting from Telvanni to the abhorrant salty and cold water that encircled the Tel. The only, only thing he had in mind was to finally wander the land without having to care for anyone. The problem was in the definition of freedom.

When Salaren putted him in shool at Mournhold, Sangre left bc he couldnt tolerate to be asked things. When in the Mage Guild, you couldnt expect of him to obey. His only purpose was to do as he whished and by the time he sincerely thought it would come through having power upon almost everybody by every mean possible just as the Telvanni showed him. He became selfish and dominating, and he'll have to wait for the end of the Planemeld to realize you can't always brutalize your way out of strangers.

Today, he's almost free but in a way new extend. He's wise and welcoming. He's calm and patient. He grew knowing perfectly every inch of the power one could have on another and chose peace instead, except when he judges he has to recall how absolute his self person is. He's breaking every chain you could ever put around his wrist, and does it with tenderness. He built his home within himself, but that's at the price of a deep loneliness he doesnt seem to suffer of. Sometimes he thinks he'd appreciate to have friends. It's his next purpose, after finding the perfect Anequina noodle recipe...

18 - Whats one thing that instantly transports your muse back in childhood ?

You know who was good with Sangre as a child ?

Other slaves.

Sangre has a deep love and consideration for argonians and khajiits. His chosen parents were two argonians that were sold with him and took care of him - his chosen mother cooked at the Tel, and Sangre liked it. Each time he's cooking, he recalls her and all those lovely betmers that were so much nicer to him than dunmers. It is why you'll see him cook a lot of outland meals... His chosen parents died of age, as betmers live not as long as dunmers, and Sangre keeps all those memories through the food, the music and dances they shared when days were dark.

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Random OC ask, summer game! ⛱️☀️🌊.

What your OCs or favorite characters would be doing on a beach? In case they absolutely can't go on a beach, what other summer activity do they enjoy?

Bonus level - once answered, pass this ask to 3 other people's inboxes!

Its summer tiiime, thank you for asking me <3<3<3

Sangre : You're already at beach before people join you! Its even you who invite. You spend all your time at Senchal, walking the bright sands near the sea and enjoying the warmth of the sun. You adoooore to sunbath, your greyish pale skins turns a little coal when cooked perfectly. You're so darn pretty. If you can, after shading your skin to perfection, you'll nap under a tree all the afternoon! You enjoy fishing too, harvest your own seafood and probably can cook seagrass like a chef. Well, you're the one who cooks for all! Just, no swimming. You tolerate water but are uncomfortable with it when you stop feeling the sand with the tip of your feet. But yeh: being at the beach near Senchal thats already kinda what you do all day ! + Khajiit music my dear, its so lovely you should dance with the catfolk too!

Sigma-El : SEAFOOD. SEASHELLS. JEWELRY. SEEING A FISH. RUN. SCREAM. EXCITEMENT. AAAAAAAAA until Xangr calms you down bc youre cute but hella noisy. When you can, you come back shrieking like a vulture after all that lives under the waves, mimicking wings with your arms... you want to spend all day playing with other people, you chat and chat with strangers and end up exhausted sleeping like a charm. You want fun and need compagny, and you want to scream your love for crabs so so much.

Dahkem : You got no time for vacation. Clock is ticking and solutions wont find themselves. Your two other aspects unerve you, and you end up barely conviced by Xangr that having a little fresh air will help your mind to recover and work better, but you try to force yourself to despise every bit of it so you can show him wrong. You pretend you hate the feeling of the sand under your feet. You pretend the sun hurts your clear irises (poor sorcerer that never leaves his chambers). You pretend until alone early in the morning, you take off one of your shoe and take the time to press the skin of your foot upon the cold sands. Yeah... It reminds you ashes. It reminds you home. You won't come to those afternoons with Xangr, but you'll walk the beach so early you're sure nobody will discover the truth. It will help you appease your preoccupied mind, and for once, you'll hear yourself thinking so clearly... Your only purpose.

Charybde : YOU'RE A EFFIN MAORMER. And not just a random maormer, you're half leviathan, half a beast ! You love to stalk under the water and play too rough with people that you catch to bring them to the deep. For you, it's hella funny, but you dont acknowledge how other kinds may not find it hilarious and fight you back. When finally alone in the water, you become bored and chose to emerge and walk back to the shore. You look perfect, and as you meet Xangr's awed gaze, you flex those beast muscles of yours with a smug smile. He shouts to you, and you parade like a Prince, showing all the new scales that you have on your back, proving you're about to become an adult. Suddenly, Xangr stops applauding...

Valestair : How you enjoy the sea, and how the Sun hates you ! Meticulously escaping the presence of mortals, you come listen at night to the quiet rumblings of the waves. It's soothing to your ever so sensible ears. It's soothing to your waking predator instincts. It reminds you mortality, it reminds you who you are, it reminds you childhood with your brothers and sisters. You miss them. You'll write letters on this beach, a smile on your lips forgetting the presence of your fangs, all your loved ones in mind.

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(Quick sketch of my baby-vampire)

Valestair

Valestair is a young vampire - its been a few years that he has been bitten, died and returned as a night creature. As a teenage mer raised in poverty, he has a strong sens of what is crucial and what's not - he has a lot of brothers and sisters, which is very rare coming from Altmers. He knew harsh days overcame through unconditional support and sacrifices for the group, respects his parents more than anyone on Nirn and planned to be part of the House of Reveries as an artist when older. Kidnapped, bitten then killed when he was out to work on his skills, his sudden disappearence worried his family but not the authorities. His siblings seeked after him and found out the cave he hid in, then chose to protect him as his first state of transition was so unstable he couldn't think, talk nor walk by himself. Terrorized but deeply concerned for his well-being, Qualixte, his older sister, chose to feed him with the blood coming from her palms while Qlipho'th, oldest of brothers, found the strength to adress their parents about that. The choice has been made to keep an eye on him through his new state, as he remains their loved Valestair. They chose however to organize funerals to "fake" his "death" and gave him an official opportunity to escape and live in peace. During so, Qualixte kept feeding him and caring for him until the Coalescence began and splitted them apart. Their family still remains, Vale still sends letters to his older brother and everybody keeps him in their heart even if they cannot share a meal anymore.

Young mer on a lot of aspects, Valestair is so attached to the values of his family that he first tried to refute his new nature and stood as much as possible loyal to his education, including ancestors and religion. He expected not to be cured by his faith but wanted firmly to honor his parents, proud of himself as a child of a loving family, proud of what his kin taught him to be and proud to remain as human as possible. Doing so, he's quite a headstrong mer with intricated and intense feelings but has a "little brother" global demeanor that is as refreshing that it gets on many nerves.

His vampire nature brings him a lot of pain and he hates having to feed or to be part of rituals that he finds unsane. Valestair often throws up right after drinking because of his disgust for the texture of blood itself or because of self-hatred toward the very act of feeding. Kind of a sweet-hearted mer, sensitive and pure-willing, killing is something that devastates him. He however shows promising hunting instincts that grows sharper and sharper as Thirst increases.

He can smell mortals around at an indecent distance, hear steps, breaths and heartbeats, stalk a prey without tiring during hours... And has a potential that other vampires try to emphasize, expecting him to embrace his nature and finally consider himself as a part of their kind. Doing so, they would help Valestair to accept his new self and to experiment less pain coming from the transition between life and undeath.

As he sometimes refuses to feed, Vale is very often suffering of hunger, dementia and fears mortals that embers the Thirst just by their presence. He, then, becomes extremely anxious when exposed to newcomers and acts heavily panicked when his instincts trigger. When too starving, he progressively loses his mortal habits (like breathing, sleeping, drinking water) and becomes more and more like a walking corpse. He often enters in this state when hunting - since hunt is always his last resort. To cover his smell, that is his most-developped sens, he appears wearing a mask that he fills with cloves as to overwhelm his own nose.