#oc:elith

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elith, beloved ♡

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a splendid time is guaranteed for all

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she's just a little guy!!!!!

[🎨 elith by @dilfbuck]

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elith vibes pt. 1/? ► being for the benefit of mr. kite! ► start wearing purple

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RULES: post 5 songs associated with your oc, followed by 3 or 4 outfits they would wear. tagged by @sunites, thank you so much! ♡ tagging with zero pressure as always: @irrewilderer, @stormsofasorceress, @highblooddrumming, @alongtidesoflight, @theviridianbunny, @miss--river, @noirapocalypto, @neonbutchery, @breezypunk

For Elith:

Dead and Lovely - Tom Waits

Lavender Town - Mikel

Organ Grinder - Murder By Death

Tip Toe Thru' The Tulips with Me- Tiny Tim

You're Dead - Norma Tangea

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Elith • College of Swords Bard • Moon Elf • Neutral Evil

As the leader of a traveling troupe, Elith has made quite the name for herself around Faerûn, for better or worse. Her performances are for those who admire the peculiar, the outlandish, and the wicked- they are not for the faint of heart. Take care, however, if she takes a special interest in you during the performance; those she uses for audience participation often go missing the following day. The occasional audience member has noticed that Elith’s actors have an uncanny resemblance to those who have disappeared...though, surely that is only a coincidence.

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✨disaster ship✨ [template]

the "if you can't read my handwriting" version under the cut :3

Compatibility: 99.9% How compatible they think they are: Elith- 2% Astarion- 10%

Reasons they're problematic: Elith- murder, necromancy, won't admit she's a problem Astarion- murder, power hungry, *gestures at everything*

Biggest Complaints: Elith about Astarion- Too bloodthirsty, messy killer Astarion about Elith- Not bloodthirsty enough, no bite :(

Why they're together despite it all: Elith- ??? Astarion- Supports his wrongs.

Redeeming qualities they appreciate: Elith- Nice hair Astarion- Confident

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gale is looking everywhere for this knife he just wants to chop veggies!!!!!

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elith & minthara are actually a really funny dynamic like

elith kills the goblin leaders and she's like 'ok good enough i guess now somebody get this thing out of my HEAD'

and goes about her business only to find minthy *alive* and she's kinda peeved, and almost leaves her behind but is like '...could be useful'

and minthy is pissed bc elith tried to kill her, but it sort of evens out since she saved her from the cultists.

and they agree on about 95% of everything but they can't STAND IT. they respect each other and watch out for each other and laugh at each other's jokes but god damn do they hate each other.

does that even make sense.

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act 3 elith let's gooo

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Elith Everwood - Character Page

It begins with a violin. One black violin, intricately carved with golden flowers, vines, and leaves. On the back, a simple note is engraved at the bottom:

“To Elith, with love. Mum & Pop.”

A gift for a seven-year-old music prodigy. A gift she will carry with her as she plays her first concert. A gift she will carry with her as she plays at their funeral. A gift she will carry with her to the orphanage. A gift she will carry to her new home; a lavish thing set in the center of Neverwinter. The home of Delmont and Hettie, a noble couple who could have no children of their own.

Elith catches their eye not because of her charming personality (she is quite sullen for a child), nor her beauty (that nose is rather large for a child’s face), but for her talent. The talent that will lead her to fame before the age of 16.

And what a talent it is! Donned with brand new instruments and extravagant costumes, Delmont and Hettie now present the fantastic Florette Summerbloom of Neverwinter, wowing crowds with performances that will make you laugh, cry, and ache.

Florette wakes, practices, performs. Wakes, practices, performs.

Too large, too thin, too much makeup, not enough, costume too bright, costume too busy, costume not busy enough.

Perform for her parents, pretend she’s happy. Perform for the crowds, pretend she’s having fun. Perform for the strangers she beds, pretend she’s satisfied.

She does it all for coin, all to simply exist. After all, she is a burden to house and clothe and feed. She must pull her own weight. Or so they say. Her parents. Though, she does not call them that. She has parents, kept close always in the black violin.

The grief of losing her youth, her innocence, her entire life…it’s too much to bear.

“Mother of Night, darken my step as I walk among the light. Hear my prayer.”

Like a beacon of light in a dark forest, the teachings of Shar become a comfort. In secret, she prays. And now, guided by her newfound ideals, she knows what needs to be done. Two quick slices to the throat, one for each parent while they sleep. She washes her dagger, keeps it close, holds it to her chest. She traces the floral pattern on the pommel with her thumb, and the repetition allows her to drift into a deep, comfortable sleep. It is the first night she sleeps soundly since she’s arrived.

Wild theories and accusations spread through Neverwinter. Some think Florette killed her parents. Some think it was a man named Garlen, a fan of Florette, who perhaps wanted her all to himself. Nothing will ever be proven. After all, Florette has been pretending for years, why stop now?

Perform for Neverwinter, pretend she’s heartbroken.

She plays at their funeral, and leaves with her aunt for Waterdeep. It is there she will fade from the spotlight, music is now forbidden. She keeps her black violin close, anyway.

She plays it in the garden out back, lit only by moonlight and surrounded by bushes of roses of every color. There is a cat who sits on the fence, watching with his great, big, yellow eyes. Sometimes, he meows as if he’s singing along. She calls him Boris. If she closes her own eyes as she plays, she almost feels at peace. Almost.

And she continues. Night after night, as quietly as she can. Until she lets herself play too long, reminiscing, humming to her own song. A lullaby, she thinks. It’s been so long since she has heard her mother sing for her. Her prized violin is stolen from her hands in mid song, smashed to the ground.

Florette’s aunt looms over her in the dark, her face twisted in anger, taking deep, furious breaths. In. Out. In. Out.

Florette has kept the dagger. The dagger she used to free herself before, the dagger she will use to free herself again. Once more, a swift slice to the neck. This time, she does not sleep. She leaves. And that is all it takes for Elith to come back to life.

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[template by @arcandoria ♡]

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not enough bird coded ocs. so i'm making elith bird coded.

aka she is sassy and temperamental and only wants attention when she asks for it. otherwise she will attack you.

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miss elith.......pls tell me about yourself