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throwaway-yandere · 2 years ago

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oho~ oc lore? 👁

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*Deep breath*

Me and my friends have like 2 OCs each in this sht. It's so fricking complicated so I'll only explain my children. @a-dose-of-phitre has the most angsty ones like i fricking swear each update she makes "crempog" suffer with Khaenri'ahn lore.

This is going to be long af.

So anyways, mine is Brynhildr and Sweep. I'll start with Brynhildr. They're both comedy reliefs w/ angst lmao if you want pain then here's some

Brynhildr's a grandma (we made jokes that she's itto's grandma and turns out itto DOES have a grandma.) and Sweep's a celestial spy lmao

Ya know what, I'll just drop my old Character Story notes lmao (note: they're mostly unedited. These are things I typed in a group chat)

"Nyobo Hiroda"

Vision: Pyro

Birthday: ????

In-game Character Attribute:

An otherworldly descender that settled to live and serve Inazuma's form of eternity. She had been reinstated to the Kamisato Clan decades prior.

Character Details

Hiroda's past is no secret to Inazuma. It had been a topic of discussion for children and adults alike since forever.

Some use her narrative and twist it to their advantage to fit theirs, while some listened and learned from her tales. Either way, Hiroda finds that she doesn't mind. It helps her pass the time when cleaning the Kamisato Estate.

As long as you're a local and you need to know more about her, you need only ask with a bottle of sake in hand. She'd whisk it away from your fingertips and down herself a shot.

"Ah, you want to know more about this old grandma, eh? Well, sit tight, 'cause I'm feeling quite peckish today!"

Note: Kids, do not buy liquor with your allowance! If you want to hear her stories just give her your best puppy eyes. You can do it! It's ridiculously easy!

Character Story 1

Unlocked at Friendship Level 2

People say that the Nyobo has two sides to her that get more apparent the closer you become her confidant.

Foreigners get to experience this vastly different treatment the most. The Nyobo would approach them formally and with sharp elegance that they would either be entranced or forced to agree with her tourist recommendations. Many have unwittingly spent their mora on souvenirs they may not need over her kind tone and polite appraisals. Some would even claim that she seduces both male and female tourists with her elegant speech. It is not impossible to mistake her as a distinguished clan head. She can keep calm and negotiate in her own right.

"My humblest greetings to you outlanders, I am the Nyobo of the Narukami Island. May the blossom of the Sakura tree cleanse your spirits on this fine evening. How may I be of service?"

However, that facade disappears once she lets you in the Kamisato Estate or her humble abode. Her footsteps are lighter and she usually toned down her way of speaking is a more shrill, especially chatting away with the rest of the servants.

"Ah, welcome home Ayaka! Chef Aiji's making dinner tonight!"

She and Thoma would be the first ones to greet their masters. It is less out of excitement and more of a contract for her compared to Thoma, but she does not lack3 in the energy department.

"Would you like for me to run a bath for you? Ayato had recently bought scented candles and other toiletries with him– allow me to elucidate you with the rest of its contents. Oh, by the way, this 'body milk' thing I found on the basket tastes spoiled. I don't recommend tasting it, my lady."

... Of course, generational gaps come with age, so the Clan also has to make sure the Nyobo is attuned to modern products. That includes making sure she doesn't die from chemical poisoning. Her constitution is weak enough.

Character Story 2

Unlocked at Friendship Level 3

There was only one person in Inazuma who managed to become famous over being an ordinary housewife and it was Nyobo Hiroda. The only woman bestowed with the title Nyobo by the Almighty Shogun herself.

Rumors had spurred that the old housewife of Inazuma is part yokai, for she had mingled with various family generations. While she used to be an immortal being, that does not make the rumors that she's a half-oni who cut off her horns or that she was an ikuchi who resurfaced from a sea earthquake any truer.

The truth is a lot simpler than what Yae Publishing house would like you to believe. She was an exiled grandmaster tactician from another world who swore an oath to protect the Kamisato Clan and its subordinates.

Sounds like a mouthful? If so, she encourages people to think nothing of her past and only regard her as one of the Yashiro Commissioner's assistants. Her work is quite domestic. It entails that she would dry off his towels every sunny morning, dispose of unnecessary gifts, and double-check his paperwork, among other trivial matters.

Being with the Nyobo Hiroda's company may feel lighthearted and pleasant on the surface, but her true allies know that behind that name hides Brynhildr's unfinished businesses.

It is not a secret she had ever hidden that she's well adept in politics and schemes. Her previous occupation entails that she must be adept at various oppositions, including underhanded tactics. It is not a surprise that the Yashiro Commissioner seems to operate on the same facade as well. If you hear the elderly gush out about how how the Yashiro Commissioner is akin to his old man, Hiroda is partly to blame. To raise a young master also meant that she would raise a disciple as well, just like what she had done to his father and grandfather.

Perhaps it is not wise for a single woman to teach generations of one clan how to prepare themselves for politics, but as it stands, she is the only mentor the Kamisato siblings have left upon their parents' passing.

"My dearest friend is hard working as ever. But Hiroda, isn't your Nyobo no Ongaeshi contract with the Kamisatos null since twenty years ago?"

"Huh?" She asked. "What do you mean it's null? Lord Kamisato extended my contract two weeks prior."

The head shrine maiden was usually not one to be flabbergasted, but this was a perplexing matter.

"The commissioner can't just extend a contract made by the Almighty Shogun."

"He just did?" Hiroda raised an eyebrow. "What on earth are you talking about? He signed it all and everything."

Hiroda added "Ngah...! If only he didn't add Clause III in the newest revision! Now I can't sneak Thoma out at night or else he'll make me eat pickles. Ugh..."

The Head shrine maiden digressed and decided not to bring up the topic again. Whatever forgery Lord Kamisato had been doing to keep Hiroda on her toes is far more entertaining than the prospect of reporting him early.

Character Story 3

Unlocked at Friendship Level 4 and must complete "Wishes" Chapter II: Act III - Omnipresence Over Mortals

"███████."

When Raiden Makoto carried Brynhildr to an abandoned cave it was the name she kept chanting, like a curse or a prayer. Makoto never dared ask who was the person behind the name. Based on how her vision glowed in each chant, the question would be akin to activating a hundred field tillers on purpose.

The name sounded akin to that what would hail from Khaenri'ah. Even her name, Brynhildr, sounds Khaenri'ahn to a fault, yet she claims to be from another realm. She claimed to be from one of the nine realms of Yggdrasill, the world tree. Makoto spoke no refute to these claims when she confirm the truth from her aura. If there was a nation closest to the heavenly principles and the leylines, it would be the thunderous Inazuma. And Makoto was sure Brynhildr spoke only of the truth.

As strange as that claim may sound for the twin Shoguns, they believed her words. The attack on Khaenri'ah had yet to start, and the way thunder roared from the sky as she fell down the murky waters was enough proof of her claims' validity.

The people were wary of Brynhildr. They are not to blame, as it was the preparations of war. Food is scarce enough, and to share their provisions with an outlander would make even the most patient samurai boil.

"Raiden Shogun!"

Makoto heard their people call out to Ei who stood outside.

"Must you keep that outlander here? How are we sure that the woman is not a spy–"

"Silence, Mineo of the Kujou Clan!" Raiden Ei yelled. "If you wish to criticize my judegment, then you must be prepared to fight. Draw your blade!"

In truth, it was not Ei's judgement that kept Brynhildr alive, but Makoto's.

Baal pitied Brynhildr tremendously. She had told Ei multiple times that the sight of such a wounded and ill-being made her stomach churn. Makoto felt as if they were both kindred spirits with a penchant for tactics in the field and she had descent to aide them in the war.

Makoto was right.

"In our nation, you will not survive unless you know how to adapt," Makoto would whisper while brushing her frizzy hair. "Our nation is brimmed with thunders and great waves– all fleeting yet eternal. I sense great turmoil in your heart, and I suspect that you do not like the sound of thunder and flashes of lightning, do you?"

"Do I have the privilege of being truthful?"

Makoto laughed. "Why, of course!"

"I hate them," Brynhildr muttered. "I hate thunder and lightning. They all remind me of my father."

"Hmm. And you claim he was the God of War, correct?"

"Yes, his name is ████. And I loathe him."

It was said that Hiroda's original words were laced with more obscenities than this rendition of the events. Her tongue could not be controlled to the point that Raiden Makoto had to lock her up in a domain until the next battle preparations were due.

"...How very straightforward of you."

"But you are kind and generous," Brynhildr said. "It matters not if you are also the God of Lightning like my brother as you claimed. Know that my spite does not extend to you and your sister."

"I'm glad to hear it."

Makoto stopped brushing.

"However... We will need to change your hair." She said.

"Inazuman fashion already suits you, dyeing your hair black would easily be the next big step, is it not?"

"I-I quite enjoy my hair as it is right now!"

"Hmm, it seems that we would have to cut it short as well... You see, Inazumans see long hair as a symbol of wealth and power. You are far from noble from our standpoint. Shall we cut it off? Or would you rather singe it with your vision?" She teased.

"M-Makoto please!"

It's said that Hiroda's natural hair was an ethereal mix of blonde and apple green, but of course, that speculation is hard to believe when the Inazuma of today had only ever seen her with bland short raven hair.

A Brother's Scarf

Unlocked At Friendship Level 4

Hiroda will lie to you if you asked what she cherishes the most. Depending on who you are or what is your position in life, it could range from a description of something intangible or a very materialistic item. If you were in an immoral occupation, she might just drop the names of her Lord and Lady just to see if they can successfully harm them in a week after. It's not as if she can't defend them anyways.

But everyone in the Kamisato Clan knows that the scarf around her neck is her most precious item.

Contrary to popular belief, she doesn't wear it because she's sickly and wants to cover up all her coughed-up blood.

Not a single servant, including Thoma, could wash this piece of clothing. When the Yashiro Commissioner was but a Young Master, he nearly scared himself to death when he saw Hiroda's eyes hawking his form when he tried to steal the scarf from her room. Hiroda had made remarks that only Arataki Itto and the Lady of the Clan can hold her scarf.

The Oni found the clothing ominous and would refrain from holding it. Even Ayaka would not dare touch it without her permission, however, much to her brother's dismay.

She had only poured her heart on one soul regarding much the scarf meant to her. Remembering the look in his eyes, however, only made her feel small again.

The flimsy red scarf is the only link she has left to her home. She can tell you the story behind it with ease, but stutter on how to convey its worth.

"You understand, do you not, traveler? I wear this scarf for the same reason you do not change your style. There is comfort in something familiar. Please don't ask again."

Character Story 4

Unlocked at Friendship Level 5

She is a master of spite. Everything about her mannerisms and motives was controlled yet unrelenting.

For example, Brynhildr used to write in the Enochian Alphabet, but as Nyobo Hiroda, her pen can only transcribe Hiragana.

She didn't find it strange that she could easily read Khaenri'ahn and Abyss languages. As a child, she had communicated with the outer realms before, and out of every foreigner she had spoken to, Memphis was the easiest to talk to. Her memories are faded, but she was from Khaenri'ah for certain. Their alphabet and dialect are similar to her native tongue. Of course, those language similarities lead to speculations.

"How are we sure that she's not Khaenri'ahn?"

"Can Khaenri'ahns obtain a vision?"

"They're a suspicious bunch, it's not a far-fetched notion that they might replicate or steal some from us."

"Hmm... You have a point. Bah! The shogun should really pluck out fleas like that Hiroda! She leaves nothing but a sour taste in our mouths."

Of course, these words do not hurt her. These jabs at her reputation had always been around since she became the Captain of the Valkyries. Instead, it fueled her with spite. She used those comments to drive herself to the fullest.

In a span of three days and four nights, the renewed Hiroda had perfected her craft in calligraphy. She had run through multiple textbooks and gone over intricate theories until her writing was akin to printing businesses in a years time.

It had been reported to the Shogun that the already frail outlander began missing her meals to focus on her work. Neither shoguns were able to dissuade her from this. Long after, Hiroda was announced to be the Shogunate's official scribe, as her writing was exceedingly overqualified.

Receiving such titles and benefits meant that she must also take responsibility when it comes to all of the Shogun's personal records. All of it. Makoto's passing lightened her workload but that did not exclude the responsibility of writing the logs of Ei's first puppet experiment, which soon named himself as Kunikuzushi.

He did not have a name at the time, or more appropriately, he did not wander yet. Ei had never been too keen on naming her subjects, so instead Hiroda offered him a name instead. Shiraishi. It stood for "white rock", which is a nod to the ores they've used to mold him.

The name did not stick around long. When Ei discarded the innocent boy, Hiroda could not in good conscience leave him to fend for himself and offered a place to stay.

There was a point where they both referred to each other affectionately as siblings. Hiroda and Shiraishi acted roles similar to that of the strict older sister and the prodigal younger brother. Whilst one frivolously traveled about, one was stuck home to act as his roots.

They both lived harmoniously until his desire for traveling alone outmatched her desire for a loving family. It had come to the point where coming home for Shiraishi meant another endless argument with his sister.

Eventually, they called it quits. Hiroda helped him pack his bags and bid him farewell. It was a mature and clean process, and he left his domain.

However, decades later she would hear from him again, but not for his strides as a wandering adventurer as she had prayed for.

He came back to her with blood splotching his clothes and eyes that convey nothing other than the void's reflection. Eyes that confirmed to her that he was the one responsible for the fall of the Raiden Gokaden.

"Ahh... Seeing you here, Hiroda, I grow weak." He told her with a crack in his voice. "I lost my will. Act as my big sister and clean up my mess, won't you?"

He once again left her unceremoniously, and to this day Hiroda is conflicted about what she should feel.

Family is never easy. With the same hands she was forced to learn how to write Hiragana, she signed her life away as a housewife. If it meant taking an oath to the Kamisato Clan that she will serve them for centuries as compensation for her beloved brother's crimes, then there is no room for hesitation.

But Shiraishi– Kunikuzushi will have to repay her tenfold once he sees her again. Brynhildr is a master of spite, and she had only lost once.

A Vision

Unlocked at Friendship Level 6

She swore that the vision dangling on her hip used to burn cyan when she first had it.

Her anger used to be misdirected and out of control. Upon falling into Inazuma, her first thought was to release all the screams trapped in her throat down the mud. Her hands were dirty from both foreign soil and her tears and bloody splotches– she could not tell the difference between what stained her ragged scarf. All that was in her head was to rid this world of everything that dared stood in her path. Especially those that reminded her of that man.

Compared to her, the vision she found whilst mindlessly digging through was vibrant and pure. She saw that it was as light as the sky on the day of her faithful reunion ███████. And with that, she stilled.

At the time, she had no idea what she saw was a shell of a cryo vision, yet it scared her nonetheless. The feeling was putrid. The sight of it whispered nothing bad ill omen to her. She refrained from releasing her anger upon unearthing the vision. In that split second, Hiroda pondered over what was the point of her anger. Was seeking vengeance over her father the only reason she has left to live? Isn't that such a pathetic raison d'etre?

Brynhildr sobbed uncontrollably. She wanted more for herself. More than a petty motive to watch the world burn.

Brynhildr wanted to come home to a loving family. A home she could never attain in her world. She just wants to clean again. Hildr misses what it felt like taking care of her troops. She wants to wipe sweat off her loved ones' faces and talk to them about their day. As long as their visage does not belong to the two men she despised the most, she will be content. Even if she had to beg and flip the world upside down for a comrade– a family.

The cyan gleam vanished and she was left with a shell.

Scared that she had done something to it, Hildr picked up the vision. The icy glimmers melted into a comforting warmth in her palms. It turned red.

Somehow, she felt as though this was more fitting than the last color. She couldn't tell if the warmth she felt was the vision's touch or her own emotions, but that matters not when dread over the unknown had not been deterred.

She carried the vision and trekked to the nearest city. It won't be long before Brynhildr passed out and woke up as Nyobo Hiroda, the famous pyro Inazuman Housewife.

Character Story 5

Unlocked at Friendship Level 6 and must complete at least 1 ending of Nyobo Hiroda's Hangout: Act I - "The Housewife's Sick Leave!"

Eternity is a beautiful thing. The word "endless" to Brynhildr however, is distasteful. Nothing is endless. There will never be a delusion that could convince her otherwise.

Countries had crumbled below her feet and she had heard victory horns for both good and bad. No fire could ever reignite a fear quite like what the flame walls that surround the Hindarfjall mountain had done to her psyche. She thought that would be the last of her pains after living a few months in tranquility. That was until the attack on Khaenri'ah started.

She no longer wishes to dig up those events, her memories are crisp and clear but the heart refuses. She still remembers some of their names out of respect. The most notable ones were Roneth, Alberich, Skeld, Buliwyf, Edgetho, and Dainsleif.

... Perhaps that was half the truth. Those names were not only stored in her head for their remarkable swordsmanship and combat but also for their familiarity. The names were akin to the tales and characters she had interacted with before. Buliwyf was a picture-perfect parallel to the heroic legend Beowulf. Alberich looked exactly like the dwarf king she had offered her mercenary services to. The only outlier was Dainsleif who was, quite frankly, a bloodthirsty sword based on her memories.

Her enemies used to be a symbol that her unpleasant past still follows like her footsteps' shadow, but they soon served another purpose. These fallen men had reminded her that nothing lasts forever.

But there is an exception to that.

"Sigurd." The starry-eyed blonde man spoke. "That was the real name of your past lover, is it not?"

Hiroda poured a cup for herself, disregarding the Inazuman tradition of etiquette. She did not bother extending her generosity to Dainsleif as he started to make himself home. "What are you doing in my house, Dainsleif?"

"I just want to confirm my suspicions, that's all." He said. "Besides, this conversation is long overdue. You said you'll tell me the answer after I die. Seiraimaru, the Guerilla Incident. Do you remember?"

"You're very much alive right now."

"Am I?"

"Fine. It's true. That's the bastard's name."

"And if you were to slay him, to follow your fate," He droned on. "You will regain your immortality, is that correct?"

"... How do you know that?"

"Brynhildr Odinsdottir, you were meant to seduce Gunarr into slaying Sigurd. Why did you choose to be exiled to Teyvat instead?"

"...Because no matter how much I despise him, I could not bring my heart to kill him. Perhaps I'm a fool. That's the only reason why Nyobo Hiroda chooses death. Why do you care?"

"I'm concerned."

"Somehow, I don't believe that. I think you're using these facts to entice a truce between us. You want to offer your arms to kill Sigurd so I'll owe you in return, right?"

"That's part of it, but I only saw misery befall those who challenged fate. You and Aether are no exceptions." He continued. "You may have once been an enemy commander, but I can't wrap my head around how you chose to shorten your lifespan like this."

"Perhaps..."

"Perhaps?" Dainsleif copied.

"Perhaps the only reason why I jumped off to a portal to Teyvat is because I wished for death."

Hiroda laughed.

"I have never felt love quite like the way the people of Inazuma had given me. My kin never treated me kindly, and my colleagues were wary of extending affections to a woman cursed by her own father. You should also take into account that these hands have been taught how to wield a sword and shield before it had learned how to write." She rambled.

Nyobo Hiroda finds the term "endless" distasteful. Not only because there is no such thing, but also because she had been waiting for the end with open arms.

"Maybe I just jumped because I wanted to see the end?"

"Brynhildr..."

"Don't pity me, Captain. My views in life had changed after I became the Nyobo so don't be so sympathetic, it doesn't suit you." She chuckled. "I've got a whole 50 years or so ahead of me. I don't need immortality like yours to make the rest of it count."

A moment of silence ensued before Dainsleif laughed softly. There is a gleam of sadness and disappointment in his eyes that Hiroda did not acknowledge.

"I see. Then I was wrong to approach you on this matter. Thank you for the tea, Hiroda."

"What tea, I didn't offer you any– Whatever. Don't mention it."

He was already by the door before Hiroda quipped out one last remark.

"Oh, and before you go," she said. "Can you keep calling me Brynhildr? Not that you're special, it's just that the way you pronounce Hiroda bothers me. It's grating to the ears, that's all."

He laughed, more audibly than usual.

"Sure. Till we meet again, Brynhildr."

She smiled.

She still finds the term "endless" distasteful. After all, if there was no ending to a story, where else would you add those bittersweet "goodbyes" in? Such is the final tale of Nyobo Hiroda.

VOICELINES:

Hello:

I have yet to give a formal introduction, haven't I? My apologies. They call me Nyobo Hiroda, but I am no housewife. It is a name given to me by the Raiden Shogun to solidify my domestic loyalty and occupation as the caretaker of Inazuma. As long as you are in the land of Eternity, you, traveler, are under my care.

About Raiden Shogun: Ei

Ei... So you know the name now, "ei"? Haha, I'm not sorry for that awful pun– believe me, you're not the first person I did that to if that makes you feel better. Compared to her sister, I get along with her swimmingly. She and I have grown in the background of our siblings so we have are similarities. Her eyes bare the same jadedness as I, and that's what seperates her from Makoto.

That and err, her murderous intent in battle. Each time I wield a polearm and she's a few feet away, my heart starts thumping like Fenrir footsteps on a hunt. It's a strange, yet thrilling emotion. I dare say it's addicting... But my poor heart can't handle more stress, lest I'd cough a gallon of blood.

...Wanna hear a small anecdote? Before she shut herself from the world, Ei tried to pass as a normal human on the streets. But, the fool I am, I called her and fully announced her title and divinity so that her people will not take her lightly. Amidst such panic, the dessert in her hands slipped and splat on the floor. I have never seen such adorable tears and display of distress. Can you imagine it? Baal? Close to crying at the supermarket? She's cute. What? No, that can't be the reason Ei isolated herself from the world. Give me a break, she's not THAT sensitive!... Is she...? Oh no.

About Raiden Shogun: Makoto

Makoto was the one to discover my limp body. In fact, she was the one that groomed me into the "tame" and "docile" woman I am today. When I entered Inazuma, I was blunt and had a "colorful language" so not many polite citizens would dare associate with me.

Her training was strict yet gentle. She had judged me starting from my appearance to my personality. Makoto insisted that I dye my bright green hair to a brownish color simply because I wouldn't blend in with the Inazuman crowd. It's almost funny remembering how I broke down over failing basic calligraphy, and having Makoto comfort me with 4 piece takoyakis. E for Effort, I suppose.

Now she's gone, I slip a few curses or two, but not without the guilt of forsaking her teachings. The hundred eyed statue haunts me for it. Makoto and Ei are names that will be shamefully forgotten in history, until only the "Raiden Shogun" remains. I hope that you will remember those two, Traveler. That would give me great comfort when I, too, will pass away.

About Sangonomiya Kokomi:

You wish to know my opinion of her? Oh, then prepare to be disappointed because I do not think of her at all. I like her aesthetics and the way she leads, but other than that I have nothing significant to add. Her Excellency can barely compare to the Almighty Shogun.

About Kaedehara Kazuha:

I watched his friend die. I was at the roof at that time, hawking Baal's movements. It was scary how the poor vagabond nearly tripped over the stairs that I had to quietly distract some soldiers with fire. Other than that, I do not know much about him. I applaud his bravery over risking his life to attack the Shogun, of course. Don't snitch about my intervention.

About Yae Miko:

Since Beelzebul went to live in her own euthymia, Yae and I had become closer than ever. At first, I thought she was a pretentious and traditional kitsune that wants nothing to do with a zealous outlander like me. Well, with how she perceives truths, I would be right with my assessment in a sense. But there's more to her character than just the head shrine maiden. For starters– The two of us pranked my younger brother before by trapping his consciousness in a grain of rice and mixing it in the sacks. Why did Yae do that? Because he disrespected her work. Why did I join in? Because he didn't water the plants. Were we insufferable? Definitely. But the best people aren't without their faults, right?

About Scaramouche: The Balladeer:

Oho? Interested in my brother that wears a woman's hat? He's a doll. The first time I met "him", there was no pulse, and may I add, it was the most peaceful I've seen him. The second time I saw him, he was sitting on the temple staircase, looking like a lost puppy waiting for his master. I... Don't tell Ei this, but I have a feeling I might've been the one that pushed him in this dangerous path. I tried giving advice that would allow him to process his emotions in a healthy way but–... Forget I said that.

Since I was the one that temporary gave him a home, he sees me as a nagging older sister. By that, I mean that I would give him a sermon and he would reply with a smart aleck and leave without eating dinner. *Chuckles*. Can't blame him, I'm not the best cook. I can tell that he does value me, though. Who else would leave a well crafted and oddly clean basket with medicine at my front door every fifth of the month? When you do battle him, not if because I'm certain your paths will cross, won't you take it easy? Shiraishi is like a confused teenager in my eyes. I don't want him too hurt that he won't recover.

About Scaramouche: Younger Brother:

In essence, his real family would be Baal and Beelzebub. However, neither took him in, so I became his first official family before the Tsaritsa. Whenever I have a disagreement with the Raiden Shogun I can't help but bring up the resentment I have for when she left Shiraishi to his own devices. Who's Shi... Oh, right, you don't know.

That's the name he wanted to be called when we lived together. Most people thought it was his surname, which meant neighbors would mistakenly address me as Shiraishi Hiroda when neither of us have a last name. Believe it or not, Shiraishi was loved by the neighborhood as the resident boy-next-door. The teens loved his facade of polite charm, and are even more infatuated whenever he breaks out of that character. Having girls hurdle by our fence, prowling for a glance was a nightmarish sight, to be frank. Makes me grateful the kid moved out. They don't know how that kid wanted to step on them.

About Thoma:

Beel appreciates my neutrality, hence, she had assigned the group whom she thought would share the same values as I to take care of me: the Yashiro Commission. However, Thoma is quite the activist. Never saw a man so dedicated in cleaning the house just so he could listen to some nonsensical resistance meeting. His comical determination to free the tables and carpet of stains isn't anything to laugh at after a while; you'll get used to it. Be that as it may, he would not prioritize my health over it. He's a sweet soul, one that's better off carrying a broom over a weapon in my opinion.

About Kamisato Ayato:

He's doing his part, even when people acknowledge his charismatic sibling more. I would say his strength rivals mine, but to be honest I doubt he can best you, traveler. Still, I raised this man. His strategic wit is a reflection of my own, from long ago...

About Crempog: First Impressions:

Do I know her? No. Does she remind me of someone? Yes– Crempog bares the same smile and mischief as my uncle, Loki. Being in her company feels like home because of her eccentricies. Less toxic than my actual home.

About Baizhu:

N-No! No more! Please! No more herbs! I can't– p-please stop!.... Oh. I thought you were going to say Baizhu will... Nevermind. You wanted my thoughts about him? Well... My reaction speaks volumes, does it not? Please don't scare me like that again.

About Frost:

I'm not so easily deterred by intuition that I would declare with certainty that she and I knew each other in the past. However, it does seem like that, doesn't it? A princess who had slain her father and overruled all corruption in her realm... Sounds like a character I would've idolized before in tales of old. Thread carefully around her, traveler. She is a very persuasive figure in both speech and mannerisms, best be on your guard.

About Dainsleif: First Impressions:

A remarkable blonde swordsman with piercing blue eyes... Hah... It's been a while. The Shogun had placed instructions that I should keep an eye on that Khaenri'an, so I'm simply taking down notes as a humble servant should. It's strictly business. He reminds me of him...

About Dainsleif: Aftermath:

Do not speak his name ever again– I cannot grieve for a man that planned his death. I'll come find him in the afterlife and give him a piece of my mind, instead. Him and Sigurd.

About Brynhildr:

To this day, I doubt Odin is my true father, for I am a valkyrie. In fact, I'm more inclined to think uncle Loki is my father. Freya refuses to answer my questions regarding this, hence why I do not like my realm. Mortals make so many versions of the truth that the genuine artifacts remain lost in literature. Who in the right mind would think uncle Loki is the adopted son of Odin anyways? Foolish mortals. That's who.

About Hiroda:

When Beelzebub took me in, she first positioned me to reside in a cave system because Baal did not trusted me. So in truth, the first nickname I got from this realm was "The Bellowing Squalls" from frightened adventurers, and not "Hiroda" as Baal liked to boast. If those hefty adventurers knew the truth, they would've called me "The Coughing Patient" instead. Still doesn't change the fact the adventurers did it first, hehe.

She used to be incredibly apathetic, having spent most of her years as a instrument of war.

Like this example:

Brynhildr never had been a foe with honor. She would come back to the deceased's family, make a speech about how her soldiers have died with honor, but none of those words ring through. Under her leadership, they died tactless deaths. Some had their heads off their shoulders, some had their blood water the soil below them, while some had their bodies used to the bone. Yet, she plays if off as a necessary sacrifice. That those deaths were all to honor their lord Odin.

When she should've been competent enough.

Brynhildr is an apathetic captain. She never thought of human lives equal to her own. Sure, she led some to her bed but her partners felt akin to clay, molded to her own pleasure. Afterwards, she disposes of them and edges a blade down their throat. It's always up to them whether or not they let themselves get killed. At least, Hildr never realized that what she only offers is an illusion of choice.

Human life had always been fleeting, like a bubble rising to the surface. Transitory. But bubbles stare at her with reverence, with respect. She could only do the same with awe, before she pops them one by one out of curiosity.

So, she never tried. She's already an amazing tactician but she never strived to be better. In her eyes, it would be all for naught. Why should she put effort in something she never cared about?

Something her father never cared about?

"Father! Father!" Young little Hildr crawled up in her father's lap. "I did it! I lead the humans to the right path! We secured a victory! We seized the capital and saved the civilians. I even brought a holy artifact home!"

"Hmm, yes."

Young Hildr grinned widely but as she was about to continue speaking, her brother had entered the room muddy and fatigued.

"Father! I won the axe tournament!"

"Is that so!"

Her father was noticably prouder after hearing his son's achievement, not even noticing how his hands subconsciously tried to pry Hildr away. Hildr watched as his brother completely monopolized their father's attention.

"That's my boy! C'mere son. We'll hold a grand feast!"

Was an amateur axe duel a bigger feat than the war she won?

She slowly frowned. That was the day Brynhildr had her doubts.

"Something her father never cared about?"

The answer to that question is obvious, is it not?

Odin, God of War and Death, never cared about Brynhildr, his "prized" shield-maiden.

She never muffled the complaints and screams of the humans who called her out. Brynhildr never talked back when she heard people call her a cold person, the black sheep of the divine family or a bastard because it's true.

Brynhildr was an unloved child.

She had always been on the sidelines to her brother's glory, when without her, Thor would never gain a victory in the first place. It was her tactics, her effort, her late night strategies that grasped the win and Thor was her pawn. Yet Thor was the face in the posters. He was the one who gets all the compliments. The golden child.

Brynhildr didn't say a word. She just frowns. Because she knows that the father who raised her only did so to make his real biological son look better.

Brynhildr is a bastard.

But being one does not excuse the crimes she had committed.

"You..." The blonde mortal soldier under her feet coughed up. Despite being disheveled and splotched in his own blood, he had not shut up. "You will pay for what you've done!"

"Hmm."

"You will pay for killing my frie–"

"Enough already." Hildr scoffed. "You're tired. Your allies are likely to he happy on the afterlife after receiving an honorable death."

She grabbed a chock-full of his comrade's hair before hurling his corpse above his.

"So just rest and join them, while you still have the chance."

"Honorable?!" He gritted his teeth as his tattered gloves dug through her heels. He refrained from letting his tears fall as his dead friend lingered above him.

"You call that honorable?! It is not about honor– It is about lives! You took their lives for something as petty as honor!"

"Is that not what humans desire?"

She kneeled and met his cerulean eyes.

"Human soldiers have always aspired for a memorable death. One worthy of their cause. You should be glad I had given them such."

"What they wanted was peace..." He said. "For Khaenri'ah. For their own future."

"No. What they wanted was glory in battle. For their enemies' blood to till their land." She wiped the blood off his face.

"You humans are like mindless beasts. You run around to gain wounds, let others heal you, before running back to get some more. Does that life not sound like your own?"

A resounding punch echoed through the empty field.

Brynhildr clenched her jaw.

"... In a hurry to die, I see." She chuckled. "I see. Shame. That just angered me more."

Brynhildr stood up.

"You see... I'm a very spiteful person." She smiled. "And I have close ties with Celestia too, believe it or not."

Dainsleif gulped.

"It would not be a difficult task for me to persuade the higher ups on what punishment– curse you mortals shall receive." Hildr continued.

"It would take centuries. Would you care to find out?"

But of course!!! I make sure she's not sad 24/7 lmao so here's some fun notes:

"Ayato."

"Yes, Hiroda?"

"Have you seen Ayaka?"

"No. Not at all. Goodness me I haven't seen her all day." Ayato pouted "Have you tried the outskirts? Maybe she had already left early today."

"Ayato." Hiroda sighed. "She has a meeting with Takeru this evening. She cannot afford to be missing an hour before their introductions."

"Maybe she can." Ayato placed a hand over his mouth with a pensive expression. Though if Hiroda has to take a guess, his thoughts are far from the matter at hand. "Maybe she can just skip this meeting. It is not my place to meddle with her choices, is that not what you told me last time?"

"You say that but Ayato," Hiroda looked over his shoulder "I don't recall seeing a comically large pile of laundry basket in this room the last time I entered."

Ayato closed his eyes.

"Shit."

"Ayaka get out of the covers and meet Takeru," Hiroda shook her head and clicked her tongue "before I make you."

The "pile of laundry" moved and the ever-so-elegant Ayaka bloomed between the covers. Ayaka, holding back a disgruntled sigh, pushed over the makeshift clothings her brother threw above her. In hindsight, this plan wouldn't have obviously worked, but Ayaka was desperate enough to ignore what she had learned from the Shuumatsuban. She really should've just tried to climb the ceiling.

Ayato can barely hide his stiffled laughs.

Hiroda pulled Ayaka out of the laundry basket. "Takeru isn't a bad kid."

"Pardon me for my appearance at the moment, Hiroda. And also please excuse me, for I am genuinely not interested in meeting him. Not at the present time nor in the near future."

Ouch. Poor Takeru.

"It's a shame that you don't have a choice then." Hiroda deadpanned. She glared at Ayato. He quickly composed himself and gave her an indifferent look. Hiroda closed her eyes.

There were rare moments where the two acted like children, and considering their past, Hiroda finds it difficult to scold them when they went out of line. She watched the kids mature so quickly. Moments where they act out like these are few and far between. To hear Ayato laugh and Ayaka a tangled mess does play with her heartstrings, gently reminding her that the mortals she sworn loyalty to are still kids at heart, hardened by the world's burdens.

Hiroda smiled briefly. This moment is but a gentle reminder of just how important these children are to her.

But of course, it doesn't save them from a mother's wrath.

"My Lord, forbid Ayaka from running off, lest you want to be thrown under the covers too." Hiroda growled. "And Ayaka? Try to escape again and I'll make sure to appoint 5 more meetings with the Kanjou kid."

"W-What?"

"My punishment doesn't sound half-bad." Ayato mumbled.

"Fine then," Hiroda placed both hands on her hips.

"Maybe I should whisper a word to our dear head chef that you should lower your sugar intake. After all, 'the poor boy seems to be getting a lot more headaches from all the junk he's been eating'!" Hiroda palmed her cheeks and tilted her head, her tone was sickenly sweet. "'Oh no, what should we do about that Chef Aiji?'"

"They're not 'junk", the audaci–." Ayato sighed. "Get up now sister, you have an appointment to get to."

"B-But–"

"It would be a disgrace to the Yashiro Commision to be absent at such an important meeting. You must attend." He said. Just like that, Ayato's demeanor changed in a flash.

He snapped his fingers and had his ninjas place a neatly folded change of close in his disposal. Not only that, but there is also a book on the basics of social interaction for dummies. That was not a slight against his sibling but a gift out of concern. Based on how quick his men acted, Ayato likely knew that this is a likely possibility and prepared for this outcome. Hiroda smirked.

Cheeky bastard.

"Brother, you traitor!"

"Now now, Ayaka." Ayato teased. "Loyalty does not translate to blind obedience. Don't worry, big brother will accompany you."

"Wha– I–" Ayaka blushed. "N-No! You will embarras me further! Where have you even heard of a suitor arrangement where the older brother is present. I-I would prefer if you leave me to my own devices thankyouverymuch!"

Ayaka left the room in a hurry.

Hiroda turned to Ayato. "Don't you have work to do?"

Ayato shook his head "No. I secretly had Thoma clear them all out so I can monitor her date."

"I figured as much."

There's so many brainrots for this but I'll stop there.

Here's Sweep's lmao. He's a joke character cuz my second account (which i use to just pull with freemogems) keeps getting electro mommies. To this day the only electro he doesn't have is Cyno

Sweep

Vision: Dendro

Birthday: 12/23

In-game Character Attribute:

A boy said to be a traveling freelance researcher stuck in a teenager's body. Strangely charismatic despite his lack of self-expression. He claims that he knows all everything.

Character Details

Code Name "Sweep" is an entity known to many.

There had been several audio logs and reports retrieved by different organizations coming from this pen name. The papers and audios often foretold upcoming events and weather patterns for the entire year. Some have stumbled upon them coincidentally, while some had to pay their way to retrieve them. If you know where to look, you may find these information sold at prices unattainable by average research fundings.

It's been said that this year's papers weigh more than accounted for since the unknown writer had written in heavy detail about how a blonde traveler will reinstate the nations. The paper was immediately sold to that of Snezhnaya's archon and was never heard from again. Many have sought out who "Sweep" was since then, including yourself, but...

...You should've connected the dots the moment you saw his workstation.

"What? J-Just because I am not the most organized person in Teyvat does not mean that I unwittingly left those notes lying around! I am very calculated when it comes to distributing my research, thank you very much!"

Character Story 1

Unlocked at Friendship Level 2

Contrary to his acquaintances' assumptions, Sweep did not earn his writing techniques from Xingqiu's teachings. When he packs up, he travels alone.

Yet, he ends up being followed by many anyways.

"Keqing, I am not a child to be coddled no longer."

"I'm not coddling you!" She said. "You're being too rash about traveling! Did you pack your underwear?"

"L-Lady Keqing!!!"

This did not stop in Liyue alone. Even in Mondstadt, Inazuma, and the rest of the nations, there would be at least 2 adults that would act as if they knew better than he does (they do.) and it irks him to this day. At first, he thought of it as amusing, especially when the affectionate gesture came from older feminine figures, but it quickly escalated to something that of possessiveness.

"Raiden Shogun," Kokomi, divine priestess of Watatsumi Island, armed herself with her catalyst "put Sweep down immediately."

"Foolish mortal!" The puppet roared "This child is under my protection. You should beg for mercy now before you witness your final moments!"

"Little boy, why don't you come here?" A fox yokai emerged from the shadows, her hands slithering to his shoulders. "Let the two argue while I get you something to snack on, hmm?"

... What? Of course these petty fights weren't the primary reason why he began helping the traveler resolve Inazuma's conflict! He's not that petty! He has some morals, you know?

Character Story 2

Unlocked at Friendship Level 3

Before he became "Sweep", he went by the name "Kai Min". It was a name given to him by the first friend he made in Teyvat, Xingqiu of the Guhua Clan. They met when he woke up in Guili Plains with a fragmented recollection of who he was and it just so happened that the boy passed by.

With nothing to his name nor inventory, he had aided Xingqiu in cutting down the hilichurls that dared to attack them mid-conversation. Inspiration came to the boy quickly and he was dubbed "Kai Min", a name that stands for sharp and triumphant victory.

The name was soon popularized, courtesy of the writer "Zhenyu". In the second volume of his most famous literary work "A Legend of Sword", he had dedicated the book to this dear friend.

"Although these pages are borne out of my adventures, they would not be complete without a Princess Geppeta by my side. Thank you, Kai Min, for being the light in my dark study room."

Inazumans flood to learn more about this Kai Min in hopes of tracking down who Zhenyu is. They had begun to speculate that this person was the writer's love, who remained unrequited and miserable as he wasted away in his books. Some had gone on to examine the meaning behind the name, claiming that Kai Min is merely a poetic personalization of his book's success. Even Albedo, the book's illustrator, had tea with Sweep over who this mystery person may be.

A month after its publication, the "moody teenager" began to wear an Identification Card by his belt. His friend, Xingqiu, began to tease him for such unnecessary actions. Now with a newfound sense of identity, Sweep began to distance himself from the Guhua's juvenile adventures.

"C'mon, Kai! It's not that bad!"

"That's Sweep for you now, frog face!"

Character Story 3

Unlocked at Friendship Level 4 and after finishing Archon Quest Chapter 1 - Act III: "A New Star Approaches"

Sweep as a name is merely a play on his life's true purpose. He was not meant to awake to journey Teyvat and explore its mysteries but to hide it. And 'sweep' whatever dirt the archons and Khaenri'ah's remnants may have over Celestia under the rug.

In short, he was sent to dispose of what mortals can use to topple the divine principles. They dropped him off Liyue first because they suspected Morax, now Zhongli, would do something that would void their contract.

Upon learning this truth, he had left the Guhua Clan's manor in search of his true self. His crisis went unnoticed as Zhenyu's second volume was published. The event was used to cover up his fragile mental stability and excused him as a prepubescent teen. However, he has yet to recover from all that he's learned.

"The rain... It won't stop pouring any time soon." Angel's Share's bartender at the time, Master Diluc, spoke aloud. "Perhaps you should stay here for the night? I can clear out a room for you, kid."

"I'll be fine, Mister."

He looked over Diluc's counter.

"You should try putting those sweeteners to use," Sweep pointed at the shelves. "Once the rainy season ends, more and more people are eager to cozy up with a drink in hand. Trust me, the people WILL be interested in new non-alcoholic refreshments this year. Better a new trendy juice than wine, hmm?"

"Hmph, easier said than done." Diluc scoffed. "What do you propose I do?"

"Try using Wolfhooks."

"... Excuse me?"

"My father loved wolfhooks," Sweep said. "He used to brew me a juice as a child. Just add a teaspoon of berries and caramel, and you could probably make money off a wolfhook stand."

"I didn't know you were from here."

Sweep chuckled, "I was, a long time ago."

"Where are your parents now?"

He smiled and looked gazed out the window. The somber clouds have yet to move.

"The same place yours can be found; take a guess."

A Broken Hilt

Unlocked At Friendship Level 4

There were a few times when Albedo asked Sweep to be his study for his illustrations with each of his poses featuring a broom at his disposal to act as the legendary sword.

"Hmm, this won't do..." Albedo crumpled his draft. "Let's try another position."

Unfortunately, the perfect position wouldn't be found until the next three days. The two went on a two-week hiatus over this project, and even Albedo, who's usually calm, had been occupied by what was once a simple task of painting the next light novel's cover.

On the fifteenth day, Sweep came back with what appeared to be a hilt. The handle was white and akin to that of an eagle's wings, yet the edges are laced with gold and azure glimmers.

If Albedo had to take a guess, that sword was none other than the twin of the legendary sword, Aquil–

"I had to pull this out of someplace unpleasant," he cursed under his breath as he stared at the alchemist. "The cryo regisvine sure is a great place to hide things huh?"

The chemist was too confused to speak.

"Now, let's try this again, Mister Albedo," Sweep smirked.

"Don't blink now, or you might just miss my brilliance!"

Character Story 4

Unlocked at Friendship Level 5

It took Sweep months upon his first descent to recall who he was and what his objectives were. When the realization dawned on him, the look on his face was one Xingqiu would eloquently describe as "a man forced to place flowers on his wife's grave".

Sweep never talked about his true occupation or motives, but the dark circles under his eyes and unkempt skin blemishes say more than words. Each time he had to travel through tourists spots, he could be seen smiling before a frown plasters on his face. His expression was never short of pity and grief.

"Why do you look so down, █████?" ██ asked. "Are you not enjoying the ███████ festival this year?"

"It's not that it's..." He trailed off, before laughing emptily. His blade dug between the roots of a tree and his head rested on the hands that held its hilt. "It's nothing."

"C'mon, tell me, my dear." Her voice called out, soft yet still. Only expected from someone from her position.

"Why should I?"

It is said that after he remembered who he was, his smile and laughter were akin to the noises inside the chasm. Hollow and loud.

Which is an eerie thing to hear alone when you stand before a giant tree and empty field in Mondstadt.

Sweep looked up to the heavens with scorn in his eyes.

"Mom, you left me here to die."

The wind blew past his form. Perhaps the anemo archon mourned with him too.

A Vision

Unlocked at Friendship Level 6 and after finishing Archon Quest Chapter 1 - Act III: "A New Star Approaches"

Of course, Celestia would be unwise not to give its spy the eyes of the heavenly principles.

When Sweep first awoke with Xingqiu staring at his sleeping face, he was bombarded with questions as to how he attained his vision. At the time, the writer had been facing a humongous block for weeks and when he stated that he cannot recall the details, he was initially distraught at Xingqiu's disappointment at first.

But now he felt as though he should've been more callous when he speaks about the glowing green object.

He can barely recall his parents' faces or how he initially received his dendro vision, but he can take an educated guess. The snippets in his memory imply that he had been a curious child centuries ago, one that had sacrificed his physical wellbeing in the pursuit of wonders. When he gazes at his vision now, he can only guess that the same logic applies to who he is today.

A researcher slaved to Celestia's whims.

"Ha..." He said while he helped Zhongli place his furniture in his new apartment. Sweep had been roped in with the promise of retrieving his mother's sword, so he obliged. "You know, Mister Zhongli, would my lives be a lot more different if I was someone like you?"

"What do you mean, child?"

"Someone with a geo vision, I mean." Sweep said.

"If I wasn't smart enough or didn't get a dendro vision, do you think my soul would've been resting by now?"

Zhongli smiled at him with pity.

"I'm afraid it's written under my contract that I cannot share that information with you, my apologies, child."

Character Story 5

Unlocked at Friendship Level 6

Sweep is slowly recovering after piecing his memories back together. Grief is such an egregiously long process that if there were a potion to lessen its effects, he would've taken it in a heartbeat.

However, perhaps he doesn't need a potion for that to work, when he's surrounded by friends all year round.

"Greetings Kai!" Xingqiu called out to him with empty parchments in hand. "I got us a slot at this year's This Novel Is Amazing!"

"You mean you got yourself a slot."

"My win is your win, my liege." Xingqiu teased. "Tell me, which genre will sell more this season?"

"Why on earth should I tell you, cheeky monkey?" Sweep huffed.

"Because I am your friend and you are incredibly perceptive when it comes to socioeconomic and political trends?"

"... Fine." Sweep gave in, making Xingqiu beam at the prospect.

"In exchange, you have to listen to my confession." He said. "I will tell you all that I am and I want you not to judge me. You will not stop being friends with me after I tell you everything. I will not allow it."

The two went quiet.

"S-So..." Sweep coughed, blushing behind his hands. "A-Are you going to take this deal or not?"

"Kai Min, Sweep..." Xingqiu pushed his hands away from his face. "You will always be a dear friend to me, no matter who you may be."

"So go on, tell me everything."

"█████", "Kai Min", or "Sweep" may be a lonely figure written in history as an anonymous prophet, but from then on, he will always be alone together with his companions.

#ansytea-talks #genshin OCs

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