#omenkiller oc

[artisticzaati]

"That was the day Deus realized Velkan didn't have humanity."

A commission of Velkan, the Omenkiller (ft. Deus)

[catcas22]

OC Series -- Clovis, Former Omenkiller

Once a Lordsworn of Sir Lionel's battalion, Clovis inadvertently killed a fellow soldier in the midst of a drunken brawl. Drummed out of the Lordsworn and offered the choice between joining the Omenkillers or being sent to do hard labor in Limgrave, he chose the Omenkillers.

Lacking the martial prowess to work culling the sewers, he was assigned to collection. After six years of soul-destroying work, he deliberately took his cleaver to three of his toes, finally permitting him to be discharged due to the crippling injury.

Like many Omenkillers, over the course of his service Clovis developed an addiction to Miranda flowers. By the time of the events of Prince of Death, the work of the Omenkillers was a secret in name only within the walls of Leyndell. Those who join have at least a broad idea of the work they will be set to, and self-selection has populated the ranks of the Omenkillers with zealots and sadists. But those who join under duress or out of genuine belief in the necessity of the work cope by self-medicating, using their physicks to work themselves into a killing frenzy before and to numb their guilt after.

After Prince Regent Miquella opened the sewers, Clovis volunteered to serve as Haligtree Knight Lucien's guide into the shunning grounds. He was killed when the pair were confronted by a young trio of Mohg's Sanguine Nobles.

Despite the culling efforts of the Omenkillers, Mohg's army had grown undetected in the levels beneath the shunning grounds. In hindsight, the organization of the omen should have been obvious. But for those dedicated to their eradication, to entertain the notion that the omen were capable of such organization, that they were in fact more than brute beasts, would have been devastating.

[clawed-gauntlet]

Carusco, a hornsent who survived Messmer's purge and was taught the perfuming arts by a war-weary, deserted perfumer from Messmer's army.

He takes care of misbegotten and hornsent survivors when he finds them, likes cooking absolutely wicked stews and does a bit of rune bear hunting on the side.

[poyomei]

@romeinance Double Muse blog. Dayum, what a first!

[maranigai]

sketches to rest between the stained-glass stuff

Elden ring AU with my ds ocs because of course I have one. In this iteration, it's a story of a woman who wants to fistfight a god to protect her son, and an omenkiller who really sucks at his job.

[darkvioletcloud]

WIP of an Elden Ring OC. She’s an Omen who grafted some of her horns onto her tail, then cut off her tail to use it as a weapon. She wears the armor of slaughtered Omenkillers and displays their masks as trophies.

[spiceygoblin]

UNLEARNING SHAAAAME ABOUT MY OCS

ONE of my elden ring girlies, this is Mairin. Omen, obvi (may or may not he the secret love child of a perfumer and a certain veiled king or something but who knoooows 👀👀👀👀)

She's a giant sweetie who gets very worried and concerned about scaring people. Lived on the weeping peninsula with her mother for her whole life, until one day they were both attacked by an omen killer. She survived but her mother didnt and now she's on a revenge quest to find the omenkiller who did it (and hopefully find some redemption for her curse cuz the 'self hating cursed omen baby' apple don't fall far from the tree)

Royal omen bairn Mairin and a full body sketch showing all the horns off ✌

Have loads more silly sketches of her and her powers n stuff but this is just something I'm spewing out for now, but trust and believe i have sm to say about this lil lady (she's like 6'5 lmao)

[longtailcat]

drew some concepts of a pair of ocs ive had in mind a while. human parent and their omen baby. wants to keep their baby but knows you can only hide a baby for so long. so instead they sneak into the shunning grounds to live with their kid

[draconic-ichor]

Daddygott jumping in and slaughtering a bunch because they picked on the WRONG children to prey upon.

The morglings meet an Omenkiller

First Taste of Hatred

Elden Ring

Angst dabble

Morgott/children ocs

Warnings: strong language, blood/gore, use of weapons, trauma, violence, hate, angst, violence against children

Summary: The omen children wander off during a festival and meet a less than friendly face…

Feedback appreciated, 18+

The capital stirred with life, the festival of lanterns upon them. The city center was decorated with colorful floral streamers and lanterns of every shape and size.

The royal children were jumping out of their fur with excitement. Morgott and the Lady Tarnished were dressed with white and gold for the occasion, sitting at one of the main tables. The children begged to explore the festival.

“Stay close.” The Lady warned, “And always hold your sister’s hand, understand?”

Maddox and Magnus nodded. Matilda was the smallest of the three, eyes wet and terribly nearsighted.

Magnus took her hand, smiling with snaggleteeth , “Let’s go!”

“Be safe!” Morgott called after them as the children scurried off.

Maddox ran through the crowd, the twins on his heels. They looked up into the night sky alive with floating lanterns. Color swirled around them, music and laughter filling their ears. The hearty aroma of spices and fried cakes caught their noses sending the boys off.

Through a particularly dense group of citizens, Magnus’s hand lost his sister’s. Matilda made a sound, suddenly lost in a moment.

She tried to follow the way she thought the others went, unknowingly padding into a dark side alleyway. The music dulled to her ears and she whimpered.

Steps came closer, too heavy to be her brother’s. She turned towards the sound, seeing a dark outline, it seemed to have horns about its head. “H-hello?” She murmured, squinting up at the stranger

“Horrid little creature…” came a venomous voice.

Matilda instantly shrank, fear freezing her. The man took another step closer. But then another voice broke out, a little growl, “Stay away from her!”

Magnus bounded up, getting between his sister and the stranger. The man had a twisted stone mask, curled in a feral smile. Magnus bared his fangs fluffing up.

“Your filth stains the Golden Lineage.” The omen killer spat, the sharp sound of a blade being pulled from his belt cut the air. It resembled a twisted cleaver, much too familiar horns worked into its surface.

Magnus paled as he saw the blade, never having a weapon drawn on him before. The horns resembled his own, the thought pitting his stomach. He tensed, holding Matilda behind him still. Tears welled in his sisters eyes.

The omenkiller took a step closer, raising up his blade, cruel mask burning into the boy’s mind.

He grunted with pain, flinching to the side to reveal Maddox. The eldest had ran and attempted to gore the man in his side. The omenkiller rounded on the boy, grabbing one of his golden horns near the back of his skull. He ripped the boy’s head back, out of his side. With a growl the man flicked his wrist sharply, breaking the horn away with a sickening crack.

Maddox squealed with pain, blood spurting from the broken base. Magnus was frozen with fear, seeing his brother fall backwards, crimson spilling onto the stones.

The omenkiller threw the broken horn to the side, it clattered hollowly against the ground. He stepped over the injured prince, wholly ready to spill more innocent blood.

Magnus squeezed his eyes shut, not seeing the alley darken further with a large shape.

Fast as a serpent, Morgott sprung at the omenkiller. He had heard his child’s cry, rushing towards the sound. Seeing the Omenkiller sent his vision red.

He bashed his cane against the man’s skull with all his strength. The stone mask crushed inward, the omenkiller attempting to round on him. Morgott summoned holy daggers, throwing them forward.

Magnus cracked an eye open, gasping. He watched his father fight the omenkiller like a feral beast, holding back nothing.

“What’s happening?” Matilda whimpered, cowered behind Magnus.

“It’s Papa...” The boy answered, yellow eyes wide.

Morgott gritted his teeth, beating his cane into the omenkiller, over and over, hearing the crunching of bones. He didn’t stop, even when the man stopped moving. His rage didn’t subside until he was reduced to a gory stain along the alley wall.

He straightened, huffing out as blood dripped from him. Magnus and Matilda couldn’t move, silently watching as their father turned abruptly, kneeling down to gather up his weeping child. The gentleness of the act was a sharp contrast to everything the twins just witness. Morgott cradled his eldest child, whispering soothing words and he grabbed the discarded horn.

Maddox clung to his father’s robes, staining the white a deeper crimson.

All at once the twins ran towards him, clinging to his legs and shaking like dry leaves.

Morgott’s mouth a thin line, relief all his children lived mixed heavily with the anger at the boldness of the omenkiller and the feeling of deep failure as a father.

He clutched his crying son, casting a healing spell over the boy. The pain numbed, but the fear still stung deep.

“Let us go.” He instructed, the children in no place to argue. They had seen too much of the wold that night, ready for the safety of the castle.

[arbredevies]

Major heads up that there will be a lot of triggering content on this blog (mentioned in the pin). Exhibit A: One of my primary OCs is an Omenkiller, and the nature of his occupation cannot and will not be avoided during interactions. Exhibit B: Gehr’s terrible banter. Very nasty stuff.

[artisticzaati]

he is her shadow, whether she likes it or not.

[catcas22]

OC Series - Duran Family

A family from Leyndell's upper quarter. Their youngest child, Nico, was born an omen. The father, Andras Duran, is a Lordsworn captain in Janus Hoslow's wall guard as well as a viscount within Leyndell's peerage. Along with Nico (age 4), the Durans have two daughters (age 9 and 11) who have yet to appear on-page.

Andras and Cassia managed to conceal their son's existence for four years. When they were eventually found out and reported by a neighbor, Rykard's siege of Leyndell was already fully underway. Andras had been stationed at the outer wall indefinitely, and when the Omenkillers arrived Cassia was faced with an impossible choice -- give up Nico or be slain along with her two older children. In the end, she allowed them to take her son.

Although viscount is the lowest rank amongst Leyndell's nobility, his father's station was enough to spare Nico from horn-cutting. He was taken to the shunning grounds, where he remained for several weeks. While Mohg periodically sent his followers to the shunning grounds to collect newly-abandoned infants, Nico was old enough to fear these strange older omen and to hide himself. He was eventually retrieved by Sir Lucien and returned to his family.

Captain Duran became one of Miquella's earliest and most ardent supporters amongst the Lordsworn. When the survivors of Lhutel and Janus's battalions were merged following the Battle of the Killing Field, Andras went on to serve as Lhutel's second in command.

[artisticzaati]

the butcher and the ex assassin .

[artisticzaati]

He can be soft SOMETIMES....

Context: She just told him she's pregnant and he suddenly went very quiet. She feared the worst but got some cuddles instead.

[artisticzaati]

I celebrate the day

That you changed my history of life and death.

[artisticzaati]

Last wips post until after Christmas. 👍